#yet i act like this!!!!! there is something wrong with me and yet it's not enough!!!!! fuck!!!!!

[ozzgin]

You plan to throw them a surprise party, they think you're leaving the school. Misunderstandings should be avoided when you're dealing with a pack of obsessively attached students, yet here you are. content: gender neutral reader, yandere horde, parody, kidnapping, Patreon commission

[Yandere School Masterlist]

You’ve been acting strange lately. As the end of the year approaches, so has your behaviour become increasingly suspicious: acting emotional at random times, frequently reminiscing your arrival at Yandere School, asking your classmates to take another photo in order to commemorate the moment. Something is about to happen.

“A surprise party?”

Your mother eyes you curiously, putting the cutlery down. You nod, wiping the corner of your mouth with a napkin, and your father hums without gazing up from his 1001 Ways to Stalk book.

“I just wanted to thank everyone for helping me all this time,” you explain with a faint blush, idly nudging your breakfast around the plate. “To be honest with you, I don’t think I would’ve passed any of my classes without them.”

Your statement is by no means an exaggeration. As it turns out, sheer determination alone does not necessarily compensate for lack of talent or proper skill. You wanted to follow your parents’ footsteps, yet you quickly discovered that having a dream wasn’t merely enough to compete against the true elites of the yandere world. It was out of the kindness of your classmates and staff that you nonetheless succeeded. Your teachers stayed behind with you, your classmates wasted their weekends helping you through every step of the homework. To think such a fierce, cut-throat community would go against its very nature and extend unconditional support, to you of all people...Ah, you’re getting flustered again.

“That’s a fantastic idea, honey,” your mother encourages with a warm smile. “I’m sure they will love it.”

Meanwhile, somewhere away from your peaceful morning meal, the students are gathered with roughened faces and clenched fists, weighted down by an unspoken tension.

“I think it’s already obvious to everyone here,” a young man declares sombrely, taking a moment to observe the masses, “that (Y/N) is most likely considering dropping out.”

“How could this happen,” someone else shouts, voice breaking theatrically. “We did everything to keep their grades up. I’m certain it worked; I broke into the school’s grading system to confirm for myself!”

“Maybe we were too involved,” someone sheepishly suggests.

“Nonsense.”

“Well, they did catch us in the changing rooms that one time,” someone admits. 

“Ah, what about the time we stole their childhood albums to make copies for our shrines? (Y/N)’s mom almost killed us!”

“Don’t forget when our coach got caught sniffing (Y/N)’s confiscated jacket.”

“Can you blame him? That scent’s heavenly.”

Everyone nods in approval, then scrambles back into a focused frown after being scolded by the apparent leader of the pack. We must stay focused, he warns with authority.

This is no laughing matter. If you were to transfer to a different school, they would lose their one and only Darling! There’s no telling how the students and staff will react; there could be riots, wars, utter chaos. One could even go as far as to say that your fate no longer depends on your own whims. Your presence is of political importance, potentially causing irremediable damage to all involved parties if you’d ever make a rash decision.

“Do you have a date in mind,” your mother asks, taking away the empty plates.

You shake your head confidently, standing up from the table.

“We must settle this quickly, gentlemen,” the leader warns. “Mark down the date in your calendars.”

“Could it be that we got the time wrong,” your father probes, tapping his foot impatiently.

“No, I’m certain it’s today,” the woman retorts, checking her watch.

The classroom is overflowing with dazzling party elements, from balloons, to colourful garlands, to tables cluttered with snacks and appetizers; yet it’s missing the most important element – the people. You!

You shake your head to no avail. The blindfold is tightly secured over your eyes, and the intricate knots roped around your body leave no room for any kind of movement. You can tell you’re presently tucked in the trunk of a car, though you’ve no idea where said car is headed or why you’re folded in here to begin with.

Did you forget about some school appointment? No, the next kidnapping simulation should be after the holidays. You’re also rather confident you haven’t accidentally promised to be the study partner of some classmate on this day in particular. You should know; you have a thick scheduling notebook just for this purpose, given most of the school seems to be eager to tie you up and pretend to steal you away. Whatever happened to that third year who actually tried to leave the country with you? Despite your reassurance that you never once feared for your life, they still suspended him.

Ah, but now is not the time to daydream about the good old days. You have a party to attend. Your parents should already be at school, and you’d guess that most of your friends are on their way there. What will they think once they realize their host is missing? What a deplorable way to show them your gratitude!

Before you can consider how to escape this predicament, the door opens with nonchalance, and you’re carefully carried out and placed onto the ground. The blindfold is swiftly removed, causing you to squint your eyes against the sudden avalanche of light.

“What are you guys doing here,” you mumble in shock, gawking at more than half the school standing across from you.

“Don’t do this to us, (Y/N),” one girl cries out, collapsing to her knees and punching the ground for additional effect.

“What did I say about emotional blackmail,” the leader grunts. He snaps his fingers, and a pair of students lift the offender up, dragging her to the back of the group as she shouts in protest.

“Do excuse our methods, (Y/N),” he proceeds to explain with the calculated tone of someone deep in negotiations, “but you have to understand we’re all struggling to accept your decision. If we have ever wronged you or made you feel uncomfortable, let us know and we shall ensure immediate punishment for it!”

“Wait, what decision?”

“To leave Yandere School,” someone bawls, the others lowering their gaze. “We won’t accept it! Never!”

There’s a moment of silence as you process the words, lips pursed in confusion.

“Don’t lie to us, you’ve been acting strange for the past few weeks.”

“I mean, yeah, I was...planning a surprise party to, uh, thank you for all your help. Although I can see why you’d think it was a goodbye announcement instead,” you say, letting out an awkward chuckle.

Oh. That’s what it was. Well, it makes sense. It’s definitely something you’d do, upon further consideration. The crowd erupts in a murmur, and the leader of the pack rubs his temples, visibly humiliated to be caught in this farce of a misunderstanding. With ears flushed red, he quietly asks you for the location, then scrambles to retrieve the car.

“I’m so glad they showed up,” your mother sighs in relief, gesturing to a nearby teacher. “I was worried I might have to use the stun gun, had anything happened to my little (Y/N).”

A couple of your classmates swallow dryly, tugging at their collars. It’s the second time they’ve narrowly escaped death at the hand of your parents.

One student is angrily stuffing his mouth with some of the appetizers, trying to hold back the tears. If he knew it was all just a misunderstanding, he would’ve tried his luck with you instead of chauffeuring you around. Good Lord, to think you were all tied up, just for him, and he fumbled it.

[hyunjincanraptoo]

hi baby ;)

prompt 10 pretty please 🥺

(guess who is iiiiiit)

Hi, baby!! I knew it was you just by the 'baby' haha. Lemme tell you, skz made something to me, cause after I saw that damn video of Chan and Lixie taking care of babies, I can't stop thinking about kids and look, I never wanted to be a mother 🤡 (why do they have to be so husband material 😭)

10. Baby, I'm late

Word count: 1.2k

Warnings: smut, breeding kink

Alexa, play Scorsese Baby Daddy by SZA

You were quiet for most of the morning.

Chan had noticed. You picked at your breakfast, stared off into space, laughed at the wrong times during your drama. When he reached for your hand on the couch, you laced your fingers through his, but your grip was too loose like your thoughts were somewhere else entirely.

He waited. He always did.

But around lunchtime as he was folding his clothes and humming some song in the bedroom, you finally said it.

“Baby, I’m late”

He looked up.

“Late for what?”

You turned to face with the lips parted like you were unsure if it was a joke or not

“You know what”

He stared. Then the air in the room changed, his blood pressure dropped straight to his feet.

“H-how late?”

“Five days”

“Fuck”, he whispered, then rubbed his face so hard his skin turned red.

“Five days is… well, that’s not like you!”

You nodded. Silent.

He stood there in the middle of the room like the walls were closing in.

“Did you… did you take a test?”

“Not yet. I wanted to tell you first”

“For God's sake, Yn”

The tone of his voice caught you off guard. It sounded like a mixture of disbelief, anger and regret.

“I didn’t do this on purpose, Chan”

“I know, I know. It’s just… this is a lot, okay? We’re not even… fuck, we never talked about this!”

A lump formed in your throat.

“So what? You regret sleeping with me?”

“No! Damn, I didn't say…”

He took a breath, lowering his voice, “I just… I need to think. I need to breathe”

And just like that, he grabbed his duffle bag, mumbled something about the studio, and left.

𔓶𑇓𝆬 ͙࿐𓈒ْ ㅤㅤ

Chan was bent over his desk, stuck on a chord progression that didn’t even match the track. His leg bounced uncontrollably. He hadn’t written a word. All he could think about was tiny shoes, baby formula prices, whether you’d even want to see him again after he just left you there alone.

“Hyung”

He looked up to see Felix in the doorway, arms crossed, brows furrowed in concern.

“You okay?”

Chan didn’t answer. Felix walked in, took one look at the empty snack wrappers and his half-finished lyrics

“Did someone die or…?”

Chan looked like he wanted to.

“It’s Yn. She’s late”

Felix processes it in half a second.

“Oh”

He leaned against Chan's desk, “Breathe, hyung. You like her. You love her. It’s not a death sentence*

Chan groans, burying his face in his hands, “I’m not ready to be a dad”

“You weren’t ready to lead a group either, but here we are with the best leader we could ever imagine”

Felix’s voice was warm, real, like he meant every word.

“Also you already act like a dad to seven grown men every day. You think you’d suck at raising one tiny version of someone you love?”

Chan exhaled

“I freaked out, okay?. I didn’t want her to think I didn’t want… us, you know?”

Felix placed a hand on his shoulder.

“Then go tell her that. Before she decides to raise that kid without you and your dramatic ass”

𔓶𑇓𝆬 ͙࿐𓈒ْ ㅤㅤ

Chan returned home around 6 pm.You didn’t even look up when he opened the door. Just kept sitting at the kitchen table, staring at an empty pregnancy test wrapper.

“It was a false alarm”, you said softly.

He stopped in his tracks.

“Really?”

“Yeah. I took the test an hour ago. Not pregnant. Try not to be too excited”.

You finally looked at him and saw the guilt all over his face.

He stepped forward.

“I’m sorry, I freaked out”

“I know. I was scared too”

He dropped to his knees beside your chair, resting his head on your lap.

“It… it wouldn’t be such a bad idea, though. Raising a little us with you”

Your fingers tangled in his hair.

“You’re lucky I can't resist when you beg for forgiveness”

He looked up at you, eyes softer and sure.

“Do you…. maybe want to try? For real?”

“You mean… have a baby?”

“Only if it’s with you”

You smiled.

“Do you want to try for real?”

“Let’s try it. Right now”

Your heart pounded hard against your ribcage

“Chan…”

He leaned in close, voice tender like velvet but his eyes locked on yours with fire.

“Let me put a baby in you”

That heat in your chest dropped straight between your thighs.

You didn’t answer. Just stood and took his hand, leading him to the bedroom quietly. The moment the door closed, his lips were on you, hungry as ever.

Chan kissed you like he meant every word. Like the apology was in his tongue. Like the promise was in his hands, smoothing under your shirt and down your spine.

The backs of your knees hit the mattress, and he followed you down immediately, hungry hands roaming your body. His lips dragged a line of heat down your stomach as he hooked his fingers into the waistband of your underwear, sliding it down your legs slowly, savoring the way you shivered beneath him.

When he pushed inside, it wasn’t rough— it was sure and deep. Like he wanted to carve himself into you.

He pinned your wrists above your head with one hand, the other gripping your hip to keep you steady as he moved inside you, unrelenting.

“You feel so fucking perfect", he panted, voice shaking against your ear, “like you were made to carry my baby"

You gasped his name, back arching off the bed, legs instinctively wrapping around his waist to pull him even deeper.

The words wrecked you more than they should’ve, but hearing them in a rasp tone, charged with love and need, sent heat straight between your legs.

“You want that?”, he whispered, teeth grazing your jaw, “Want to feel me dripping out after? Laying here, stuffed full of me?”

You whimpered, nodding frantically, every muscle in your body tightening around him.

“Say it, baby. Need to hear you say it", he urged, voice broken.

“I want it", you cried out, clinging to him, “Chan, please... give it to me…”

He groaned like he was falling apart, rhythm faltering as he started driving into you harder, deeper, chasing the edge for both of you.

“I’m close", he gasped into your mouth, forehead pressed to yours, “Gonna fill you up, babe. Every last drop"

His hand tightened in yours, anchoring you to him as you shattered around him, muscles spasming so hard it ripped a broken moan from his chest.

He followed with a shuddering cry, burying himself as deep as he could, spilling inside you with a heat that made your whole body tremble.

He stayed there, panting, forehead still pressed against yours like he couldn’t bear to let you go.

Later, he curled around you, chest pressed to your back, arms locking protectively around your waist with his softening cock still buried inside you.

"False alarm or not", he whispered against the shell of your ear, voice rough but still affectionate, "I think I wanna practice every night until it’s not"

His hand slid down, resting over your lower belly, fingers splaying wide like he was already protecting something precious.

And you knew, without a doubt, that he meant it

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[bunny-jpeg]

prime of your life

fernando alonso

tags: smut/pwp, age gap (20s/40s), cowgirl position, praise & dirty talk, slight reference to daddy kink

you knew something was wrong, back to back dnfs - never a good sign. you looked worryingly at the screen as the fernando was declared unable to finish the race. you swallowed, quickly on your feet as you moved away from the pit wall and towards the portion of the garage where fernando's car was being pulled in.

you felt the hammering in your chest as you watched your disappointed lover get out of the car, you went to meet him. even with the sweat and exhaustion of the race. you held onto him tightly and said, "you did amazing, honey. i love you." and you meant every word, and fernando knew that.

back at the hotel, you near smothered your lover with soft kisses. your lips grazed across the lines of his face, the softness of his skin and the scratchiness of his beard. he accepted it, he knew that you were doing your best to assure him that everything was fine and that he was still a great driver.

a championship was rarely paved with smooth races, you always told fernando. but he was less than inclined the agree, he remembered winning championships - but that felt so long ago.

it was a stone in his gut, maybe he was too old for this. it had been over twenty years, no one he started out with was on the grid with him anymore. years of shuffling between teams and the slow fade from the podium only amplified the dull pain in his shoulder. but as you held his face while you laid in bed, there was a small sparkle of something.

the way you looked at him, he thought that maybe he could be a champion once more. you believed him, so he believed in himself.

"how are you feeling?" you asked softly as you placed more kisses across his face. his skin warm and soft, comforting. you curled up closer to him, "don't frown so much, you'll get lines."

he chuckled lightly as rubbed your back, he got you in as close as he could and kissed your forehead, "i already have lines, my love." he admired you, his dark eyes gazed at you with a subtle affection. you were beautiful, what were you doing with a man like him?

couldn't even finish a race now, he felt like a lame mule. but yet, you kissed him. your touches were gentle and loving, all the affection you could give was across his skin.

"you didn't answer my question." you said softly.

"better. always better when you're here." he said softly, "you should be out with the girls tonight, celebrating. not here with me, helping me nurse my wounds."

you shrugged, "vodka and cranberry tastes the same in every country, but you, fernando, only get sweeter as time goes on."

he chuckled and watched you straddle his waist. your hands across his bare chest, you could feel the leap in his chest.

"like fine wine." you added.

he smiled softly, "more like old milk." he said as he rubbed your hips. your sweatpants were lower on your hips. he eyed the piece of skin that was exposed between the pants and your shirt, "should find someone younger."

"who should?" you asked, your brows knitted together.

he looked back to you, "oh no! not me. you. you shouldn't be with an old dog like me." he tried to chuckle off the knot in his chest, "what good am i?" doubt wasn't in fernando's vocabulary, he was a menace for so long. but tonight he felt old. vulnerable.

you scoffed, "no way." you took his face in your hands and smiled down at him, "never in a million years. boys my age are the worst. i always needed someone a little older." your smile grew.

fernando replied, "what happens if i can't make love to you the way i used to?"

"then we'll find other ways." you replied, "you act like sex is on position at one speed at one time." you pinched his cheeks, "which is surprising considering all the things we've done together." you could make a list of all the sexual escapades you had with him.

"what if i get too old for you?" he asked.

"then i'll be old too." you smiled before you leaned in to kiss him on the lips, "two races is a drop in the bucket for you, nando. you're always one to get back and keep going." you kissed him again, "i know you'll get that podium this year and rub it in the face of everyone who ever doubted you."

he smiled against the next kiss you gave him then said, "thank you, my love. my number one fan." he said with a bit more cheekiness in his tone.

you pulled away and rubbed his chest once more, "i mean, i am the president of the fernando alonso fan club! that is a title i hold with honour." you winked at him, before you went to take your shirt off.

fernando licked his lips, even at his lowest, he still yearned for you. your closeness, your touch, your body. every inch of you that he could feel under his palms. he was a fortunate man.

the two of you slowly undressed, marveled at each other's bodies like you hadn't seen it a million times. still, every inch was beautiful on both of you. fit together perfectly in a way that felt correct, you were made him. and he was made for you.

soon naked, you ended up back in his lap. you pressed your hands to his shoulders and leaned in for a kiss. you said softly, "you are the most wonderful man i've ever met. everything about you, my love. i love how you'll wine and dine me then be a complete menace on the track. you are my angel, and a devil to everyone else."

"your worship warms me, my dear." he said softly. he held onto your hips as you seated yourself onto his cock. you both tensed up as you sank down on his length. he cursed through a tense jaw before he said, "you are perfect."

"i know." you said sweetly before you held onto him tighter and started to move your hips against him. your thrusts were fluid, quick but not rough. it was about smothering your lover in affection.

he held onto you, he admired the changes in your expression as pleasure washed over you. how your breasts moved with each of your movements. he could feel the curl of lust in his gut too. it was a feeling that made his heart pound, even if he couldn't believe in himself, you were always there to believe in him.

for that, he promised, he'd give you the world. every star and every moon. everything for his beloved. the love of his life.

heat grew in the bedroom, and your pace quickened. the fire fueled both of you, the need for each other only climbed the more your thrusted your hips. today wasn't a good race, but there was always tomorrow.

and come tomorrow, you'd be curled up with him in bed before the next flight. before the week off together, and during that time you'd make it very clear that fernando alonso was no old dog. he wasn't a rookie, but he still had the fight of one in him. two champions could be three, and you'd be there was the loudest cheering voice.

because that was what you did for your lover.

"fuck, nando." you moaned as you felt the sweat on your back. the strong motions of your movements made you run hot, didn't help that the air of the bedroom was growing in heat. the thump of your heart and the rush to your core only made your movements quicker.

carnally, you wanted him. a deep ache down to your bones.

you shared another passionate kiss, you moaned into it and he wrapped his strong arms around you to press your chest against him. you moved against him, the new angle allowed his cock to hit places that made your toes curl.

you pulled away and looked into his eyes, your mouth hung open a little as you panted. you said softly, "and you're worried about not being able fuck me." you chuckled, it sounded airy, "i'm not worried about that one bit. not the way you fuck me now. fuck, honey."

he went in for another searing kiss and gripped onto you. chests pressed together like your hearts were connected by string. never stray too far away from one another.

"you keep me young." he chuckled, he he pushed back some of your hair from your face and kissed you on the forehead, "my sweet angel." the two of you continued to move against one another.

more kisses were shared, noises got louder and the overall heat between you two grew in intensity. you were going to be heated for a good while after this.

you knew you were getting close to your climax. you swore a little under your breath as you felt yourself reach the peak of climax. you let out a small pleasured gasp before you pulled him in for another searing kiss. you tensed up and came around his cock. your wetness soaked his pelvis, all the way up to his hip tattoo.

a wet, messy lover. just as fernando liked it.

he was close behind you. he held onto you tightly, both arms wrapped around you as he fucked himself against you. he cursed and panted, he admired your beauty as he came inside of you. as he did he said, "i love you."

and you, blissed out from immense pleasure replied, "i love you too." you two continued to move together through fernando's climax, he was the first to slow his pace to a stop and you followed.

both laid in bed together, you on top of him with his arms wrapped around you. another kiss was shared, you were both sweaty and hot. but neither of you cared. you only wanted each other's sweet kisses.

when you pulled away, you looked into his dark eyes and said, "you'll get them next time, baby. that's a promise."

and fernando was inclined to agree - he would.

-

it took a few races to climb through the positions. eleventh, then seventh, then fourth, but eventually he steered past verstappen, norris and all the other drivers - and he was standing on the podium with the trophy over his head.

bright smile, even with the aches in his body. he was no rookie, but he still had it in him to keep racing, keep winning. he laughed as the cameras flashed, and you were in the crowd. you were cheering as the proper president of the fernando alonso fan club should.

you had tears in your eyes and he was on the verge of them. he had been at this for so long, and he'd keep racing with you at his side. cheering him on <3

[themissinghand]

Genshin Impact Marked by the Sea

Summary: In which Neuvillette is your soft husband, a loving one with some dragon tendencies. 

or, here are snippets of a domestic dragon husband. 

Pairing: Neuvillette x GN! Reader! 

Note: Going through my drafts and yes, I had a Genshin phase

Warning: Lots of fluff >.< because we love our hydro dragon sovereign. 

★・・・・・・★

“You’re staring again,” you murmur sleepily.

Every morning, you wake up to long white messy hair on your face and sometimes, even purrs coming from your beloved husband. 

Neuvillette tightens his arms around your waist. 

“I’m simply…appreciating.”

“You’re very clingy for someone who acts like the world’s most composed man in public,” you tease, turning in his arms.

He presses his face into your neck. 

“You’re the only place I feel at peace.”

Your fingers comb gently through his hair.

A soft whine escapes him. 

“Stay with me a little longer.”

“Love, you have to go now.” You managed to sit up and let out a small yawn. You eyed the clock, and realized that it’s time to get ready for the day. 

“Must we get up?”

Neuvillette’s voice was muffled against your hip, arms still around your waist.

You laughed, gently tugging him upright. 

“You’re the Chief Justice. Pretty sure pajamas aren’t court-appropriate.”

You quickly pull him out of bed and help him wash his face and teeth. Help him clean up and look like the respectable Chief Justice everyone knows. 

He blinked at you, bleary-eyed, letting you button his shirt. 

“Now arms up.”

He obeyed, now a bit more awake, but his head thunk on your shoulder. 

“You’re too good to me.”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing,” you teased, guiding him to the kitchen.

He sat, still drowsy, while you went to make a quick breakfast. His eyes lit up the moment he saw the carefully packed lunch.

“You made soup again…” he murmured, picking up his spoon. 

“You know me too well.”

You peck his cheek.

“Someone has to make sure you eat something that isn’t stressful.”

Neuvillette caught your hand, pressing a kiss to your knuckles. 

“I don't know I would do without you.” You raised a brow. 

“Dramatic.”

“Truthful,” he said, giving you that soft look that made your chest ache. 

“I’d be lost without you.”

You poured him water, leaning in close. 

“Good thing I’m not going anywhere then.”

He hummed, content, and smiled softly.

“Thank you.”

The courtroom echoed with voices, petitions, disputes, and lies dressed as truths.

Neuvillette listened, silent and unreadable as always, yet the weight of it pressed heavily on him today.

Humans, no feelings are difficult to understand for Neuvillette. 

During a short break, he retreated to his office. He didn’t expect peace, but when he opened the simple wooden box you'd prepared for him that morning, the tightness in his chest eased.

Carefully arranged: poached fish, soup, soft rice, steamed greens. And nestled beside it, a folded note.

“Don't forget to eat. And breathe. I’ll be waiting for you at home.”

You’d drawn a little doodle of him, half-asleep with his hair floofed.

He stared at it for a long moment. Then, slowly, a smile touched his lips.

He took a bite of the fish. Light, clean. Just the way he liked it. His heart unclenched, if only a little.

You always knew what he needed before he did.

He tucked the note back into his coat pocket, among the many others.

Then he returned to the courtroom, still weary, but a little steadier.

You found him hunched over his desk, buried in paperwork. Rain tapped on the windows like it was echoing his mood.

Silently, you walked up behind him and wrapped your arms around his shoulders.

"...You always find me,” he murmured after a pause, voice tight. “Even when I don’t want to be found.”

“You don’t really mean that,” you whispered, resting your cheek against him.

When it got late, you knew Neuvillette was stuck at work, being the workaholic he is. 

He didn’t argue. Just exhaled shakily, fingers clutching a paper like it had wronged him personally.

“Why are they like this?” he asked. “Humans. So much… cruelty and lies.”

You held him tighter. You knew sometimes these cases could be too much to listen to, after all, people only go to court for frustration, guilt and confessions. 

“Because we’re messy. But we’re capable of kindness too. You don’t have to understand all of it. You just have to be you.”

“But I’m not human,” he said, looking up at you. “How can I judge them if I don’t understand them?”

For a moment, you hesitated because you remembered the time he told you about his true identity, but even then, you never cared for it because you truly loved this man dragon from the moon and back. 

“You don’t need to be them to care,” you said gently, brushing his hair back.

“You’re already doing more than most. That’s enough.”

A deep breath before he turns in his chair and buried his face into your chest. 

You didn’t speak. Just stroked his hair, kissed his temple, and held him. 

“…Thank you,” he whispered. Then he tipped you down and you let him. He kissed you, slow, tender, like you were sunlight and he hadn’t seen the sky in days.

When he finally pulled back, he glanced toward the window.

“…The rain stopped,” he said, almost in disbelief. You smiled, running a finger along his jaw. 

“Told you. You just needed to let someone hold you for a while.”

He smiled, really smiled, and leaned in for one more kiss.

“My heart listens to you more than it does me.”

Another day, another migraine as you would sometimes say. 

"Neuvi, you need a vacation."

He had meant to protest, he always did, but the look in your eyes had silenced him more effectively than any decree. It wasn’t disappointment or frustration. 

It was care. Concern. Love.

He sat at the edge of the bed, fingers absently tracing the letter you had slipped into his coat earlier. He unfolded it now, reading your familiar handwriting:

“You are allowed to rest, Love. You are allowed to be more than the Chief Justice. Let me take care of you.”

He closed his eyes.

For centuries, he had carried so much. 

Dignity. Duty. Distance. 

And yet you, gentle, persistent, loving you, had chipped away at his solitude like water to stone, reshaping him with kindness.

Perhaps...just this once...

He let out a slow breath. And then, deliberately, he stood, walking to the open balcony. 

The moon was dim tonight, and the streets were empty except the automatons guarding the city. With one smooth motion, he shifted, scales rippling over his skin, horns glinting, wings unfurling into the night air.

A dragon once more. It felt liberating despite only showing his half dragon form. 

And as he looked down at the palace below, a deep, low growl rose in his throat. He wanted to take you far away from this place. 

From politics. From judgment. From all the noise.

He wanted to keep you close. Closer than ever.

He took to the skies and took a deep breath.

Perhaps...a vacation has been long overdue. 

After months of court and chaos, Neuvillette finally, finally, listened to you.

You had never been so excited as you pulled out your notes and forgotten plans of just hanging out without work looming over your heads. Still, you wanted it to be relaxing for your dragon husband because you wanted this to be all about him! 

He deserves rest and you would make sure he gets spoiled! The first thing you did was just take him away from the palace and into the Fontaine wilderness, where it would just be you, him, and the sea.

What you didn’t expect was to see Neuvillette showing off in his half dragon form.

You watched as he shifted, wings unfurled, silver-blue scales gleaming in the sun, and you swore you saw him breathe for the first time in weeks. 

No courtroom. No robes. 

Just Neuvillette, in all his dragon majesty, curling his massive body around you in a protective sprawl. 

“You’re hovering,” you teased when he kept nuzzling you every time you moved an inch too far.

A low, rumbling growl vibrated through his chest. 

“You wandered out of sight for two minutes.”

“You sound like you were ready to drown someone.”

“I was.”

Each day, he softened. The weight on his shoulders lightened. 

You massaged the tension from his back, whispered reassurances into his neck, and watched him melt under your touch.

But as the days passed, something changed. His touches grew bolder. His gaze lingered longer.

At night, in human form again, he’d pull you close, hands trembling just slightly. 

“Tell me I’m allowed this,” he murmured once, voice rough and low as his fingers trailed your spine. 

“Tell me I can want you.”

“You’re allowed everything, Neuvi,” you whispered against his lips. “Especially me.”

He kissed you slowly, starting off with gentle kisses before turning desperate, with whispered promises.

By dawn, you lay tangled together beneath his draped wing. His breath is warm at your nape. His arm locked around your waist.

“You’re not letting go, are you?” you murmured, half-asleep.

A hum. 

“Never.”

You could say the same. 

The sky was streaked with pink when you tugged Neuvillette’s hand. 

“Beach walk,” you said. “Doctor’s orders.”

He let you lead him, fingers laced with yours, quiet as ever, but relaxed. Peaceful.

The sea air suited him. Personally, you liked that he was out of his “judge” outfit, and in a more shirt and pants. 

Then you spotted them.

“Otters!” you gasped, pointing excitedly at the group rolling around in the surf. One, in particular, caught your eye, blue-gray fur, an almost regal posture, and sharp eyes surveying the world.

You burst into laughter, as you quickly led Neuvillette to them. 

“Wait, look! That one looks just like you.” Neuvillette blinked. 

“You think I look like an otter?” You nodded as you looked back and forth. 

“Same dignified vibe. Same colours. Same mysterious energy. Very composed. Very you.”

He gave you the most bewildered expression. 

“I...see.”

You giggled and crouched near the water’s edge, where the otters now swarmed, squeaking little “kyu” noises as they playfully nuzzled you.

Neuvillette stayed behind, watching. Silent. Still.

One of the otters nestled into your lap, eyes closed in bliss. You cooed at it.

And he frowned.

“…They’re quite clingy,” he muttered, barely audible.

You looked up. 

“Are you… pouting?”

“I am not,” he said, a touch too quickly. 

“Merely observing. They seem rather… attached.”

You tilted your head, biting back a smile. 

“You are jealous.”

“I am not jealous of an otter,” he said stiffly, before stepping forward and sliding his hand into yours, gently pulling you up and into his side. 

You laughed, letting him pull you close. 

“Jealous much?”

“I prefer ‘protective.’” 

You smiled up at him. 

“Don’t worry. No amount of adorable otters could ever take your place.”

He exhaled slowly, brushing a hand through your hair, gaze softening. 

“Good.”

Still, you made him take photos with otters anyways. 

And now Neuvillette sees it all the time on your nightstand. 

While he judges it all the time, you know that Neuvillette could never be mad at otters forever.

One night, you lay on deck beside Neuvillette on a ship. The lakeside is quiet, with the moonlight catching in his eyes, stormy and somehow intense. 

What was he thinking about even on vacation?

His fingers traced your skin slowly, pausing at your neck.

“You always touch there,” you whispered.

He leaned in, brushing a kiss to the spot.

“It’s my favorite place,” he murmured. Then softer, with a hint of hesitation. 

“May I leave a mark?” Your breath hitched as he leaned over you, staring at you intently, making you feel like you were in the eyes of a dragon.

“A mark?” You asked, breathless. 

“A symbol. A promise.” His eyes didn’t waver. 

For a moment, you simply stared into his eyes, a little pensive. Neuvillette caught your hesitation but did not falter. 

“In dragonkind,” Neuvillette explained softly, “a mark is a symbol, but also a bond. One created from instinct, will, and power. When a dragon marks someone, it means they’ve chosen them as mates.”

“Mates?” You blinked, your heartbeat fluttering.

He nodded. “More than that. It’s a soul-deep tether. A dragon only marks once in their lifetime. Once we do… that bond cannot be undone. No matter time, distance, or circumstance, our hearts remain bound.”

Your lips parted slightly as you looked into his eyes, searching. 

“So…you can’t ever choose someone else?”

“No,” he murmured, “Even if you walked away, even if I never saw you again…I would remain yours. That is how dragons love. We don’t fall often. But when we do, it’s forever.”

You were silent for a moment, taking in the weight of his words. Then, with a soft smile, you leaned forward, pressing your forehead against his.

“Forever sounds nice.” You leaned back, exposing your neck to him. 

“I trust you.”

You heard him suck in a breath before he swallowed.

“I love you.” You widen your eyes in surprise, he had never said it so explicitly before, which made it all the more special.  

He kissed your neck, warmer this time, and whispered something ancient, words that shimmered like falling rain. Then, he bit down, making you shiver and gasp, but he held you close, making sure you felt comfortable yet safe in his arms. 

A pulse of hydro energy flowed through you, cool and comforting. You felt it settle, and when he pulled back, a glowing symbol remained, blue and silver, delicate yet powerful.

“It’s done.” He looked so relieved, content and satisfied before kissing the mark again. 

You touched it, awed. 

“It’s beautiful…”

“So are you,” he said, reverent. 

“It binds us. Now and always.” You met his gaze. 

“I was already yours.”

“As I am to you,” he said, pulling you close. “But now the world will know too.”

He kissed you then, deep and slow, as if sealing the bond with his very breath.

From that night on, the mark stayed. And every time Neuvillette saw it, his eyes would soften, and he’d kiss it again, like a quiet vow, Mine.

[unconventional-user]

Rooftop Remarks

Summary: Simon’s taking a cigarette break on the rooftop of base. Another soldier happens to do the same, without a cigarette.

Warning(s): swearing, military inaccuracies, hint of survivors' guilt, implied suicide attempt(?) Not really, NOT PROOFREAD

Word count: 1.4k

Idk bro i got the sudden urge to write. Might be bad, I don't really know lol. I found comfort in it. Plus I like the idea of Ghost not knowing how to comfort. I'm currently waiting to get my blood drawn.

* This work was created by @unconventional-user, no re-post(s), you may, however, re-blog. Thank you. *

The wind seemed harsh as it screamed.

The oncoming nightfall seemed to ignore the futile cries.

No matter how loud, its message would never be conveyed.

Nonetheless, Ghost would remain on the rooftop of the base. After all, he desperately needed the cigarette.

“...Fuckin’ hell…” he blew the smoke out from his lips, watching as the wind dragged it away. Good. He would be there a while.

It was rare he’d get a break after such a grueling mission, especially one on the cusp of being what the Brit would consider an ‘absolute shit-show’.

Everything that could go wrong, went wrong. It was supposed to be a simple recce mission. The ultranationalist group held the location on Makarov. The mission was to scope out and see if there was any potential lead to capture.

It was supposed to be minimal effort.

But when one of the soldiers stepped on a hidden landmine, that’s how the task force discovered they’d been expected by the enemy.

Although the team managed to recover something, it wasn't the amount of details they'd been hoping for.

A couple of lives were taken.

Hell, it wasn’t even in the books that lives would have been lost at all.

Releasing a tired sigh, Ghost lifted the mask up a bit more and took another drag.

However, he quickly pulled it down after hearing the door open.

The sound of scraping boots was an obvious indication. He smacked a certain soldier upside the head this morning because of it: ‘Lift those bloody feet, will ya?’

Without turning, he motioned with his hand to the 20 pack in his hand. Ghost would figure you’d need it.

“I don’t smoke, lieutenant..”

“Neither do I.” Ghost spoke.

“I’m serious…” and yet, you carefully plucked a cigarette from the box. Muttering a small ‘thank you’, you headed towards the ladder to climb back down.

“Oi.” Ghost turned his head back, “You just popped ‘round to nick something from me?”

Well that was unexpected. You shook your head, “No, sir. I just figured you’d want to be alone. So you don’t have to…”

Gesturing to his mask, it seems he understood you.

Ghost didn't care, and called you back with a wave of his arm, “Can’t exactly puff without a lighter. Or were you thinking of finding a bin for it?”

You didn't say anything. He pulled out the lighter and lit the cigarette between your fingers.

“Thank you.”

His silence spoke back. He took notice of the way your eye bags were a bit swollen and wet. Your hair was a bit frazzled, and overall posture was slouched.

He’d be lying if he said he didn’t see the exhaustion on you. Not just physically, but mentally too.

And Ghost knew better than most when to keep his mouth shut. You were here to find solace. No doubt from today’s clusterfuck of a mission.

A moment passed by, and you hadn't even touched the cigarette to your lips. It burned slowly, the smoke acting as an imaginary barrier between both of you.

As Ghost finished his, stubbing it to the ground with his boot, he said nothing as he turned. Ready to head back, he’s had enough peace.

As the door handle was grabbed, your voice interrupted.

“Did you think the mission would be such a disaster?”

Ghost’s grip loosened on the handle. Speaking no words, he simply stayed put.

It was a breathless chuckle that made him turn around.

The grip on your cigarette was sharp. Its red embers burned the fingers tightly around it, albeit the fist remaining clenched.

Releasing a shaking breath, you felt numb. Not even the bubbling sensation of pain in your hand could make you break out of the trance.

The main horror upheld all thoughts at the moment. You had lost people on that mission. Lost friends. Lost brothers, sisters. Yet you're the “lucky” one that made it out survived.

It hadn't hit until everything was over. And now here you are, on the same rooftop your lieutenant also deemed safe to get away from it all.

Now you just need him to go away so you can break down.

Unfortunately, he heard and grudgingly walked back.

He wasn't one to comfort at all. In fact, he’d never be picked to do so. But you were a soldier in need.

Plus, he wasn't a complete arsehole either.

Ghost didn’t even know where to start. Simply standing beside you didn’t feel adequate enough. So he simply did what he did best.

“Why don’t blind guys skydive?”

“..Huh?” Confused, you turned to the lieutenant.

“Scares the shit out of their dogs.”

There was an awkward silence between one another, and it wasn't because of the awkward joke that was made.

It was because he was making an attempt.

An attempt at comfort. Something he typically does not do.

Scratch that. He does not do that at all.

Or maybe Ghost noticed your demeanor and decided to act accordingly.

Regardless, it felt quite peculiar.

Facing him, you said nothing, as he faced the view and tried again.

“What has two legs and bleeds?”

Brows furrowed, you simply shrugged, holding back a smile. You hoped he wouldn’t notice.

But he did.

“...I don’t know. What?”

“Half a dog.”

The silence was loud between the two. Yet it was broken by the low sigh you let out.

“Y’know, about that mission earlier,”

Ghost remained quiet.

“It made me realize…or fully realize at least,”

He faced forward again.

“How luck I am to be alive.”

If that didn’t confuse the lieutenant already, the way you stepped forward towards the ledge surely did. He remained vigilant of you nonetheless, making sure you didn't go closer.

“When we got ambushed…” you started, “I was not expecting to step on a landmine.”

What? It was comical the way Ghost’s eyes had opened. So it was you. He wasn't close enough to witness the scene. He’d just been told, ‘We've landed in the killzone!’ and all hell broke loose.

“I was fully expecting to be gone in the blink of an eye. I had accepted my death, it's just a part of the job, right? I was thinking that at least my comrades, my friends would be able to pass the news on to my parents, y’know?”

He said nothing and let you continue on.

“To my suprise, it didn't happen..” Ghost instinctively reached out as you stepped closer to the ledge. His arm is now grabbing your bicep. “I felt someone shove me to the ground.”

Your voice became shaky, you looked down at your feet, not even noticing the grip. Suppressing a sniffle, you refused to break down in front of your superior.

Not that the lieutenant would say anything.

“When I turned around, who would’ve thought…”

You mentioned a last name that rang a bell. It was one of the soldiers he saw the explosion come from and emit chaos. They must’ve pushed you, saved you from death.

Something he will be in their debt for.

“I lost so many people.” So did he.

“I lost so many friends. So many brothers.”

He feels awful for thinking it, but thankfully he did not.

“And the crazy thing is…that I was supposed to die with them,”

Finally being able to breathe properly, you gulped a breath of air as the tears finally fell. The silent sobs were covered by biting your fist.

You felt a squeeze on your forearm, “So, why didn’t I? Why did they save me?”

He felt uncomfortable, but decided to push anyway, “Don't matter why.”

You stared back at him, waiting to see if he would speak again. He didn't. But it’s ok.

Deep down, you knew he meant well, even if he struggled to show it.

Looking down, you noticed his arm still gripping your bicep. You gave him a look, to which he just responded by gesturing toward the ledge. “Step back.”

In doing so, he pulled out his pack again.

This time, you took another cigarette with the intention of smoking it.

Let me know honest thoughts and feedback, I got tired so i ended it abruptly lol.

[amphitriteswife]

Hi 💕 Can you write the second part of Dad! Goo x teenage daughter reader if Goo discovers that his daughter's boyfriend is Gun's son?

Ugh teenagers

Pt 2

@jonggunkitten

‘The number you have dialed in is not in service’ Goo let out a frustrated groan. One of his hands gripping his phone and trying to call your number again, the other one was pulling up his pants. He needs to act quickly. Another rejected call. You’re not picking up. Strange. ‘Oh no dad, i’m just going with friends. You don’t need to worry. My ass.’ Goo said to himself. Mockinh what you told him earlier. Seriously. Why are you lying? And how did you act so cheerful while doing it? You definitely got that from your mom because no way in hell did you get that from him. Oh not at all…he’s a saint compared to what you’re doing. Goo finished dressing up and decided to give up on calling you. Your friends already spilled all the tea to him. So sorry hunny, papa’s rich. All it takes is a few bucks and your friends will say anything. You’re not with them at all. You’re with that sorry, ugly, useless, pathetic excuse you call your boyfriend….the opp. Don’t worry princess…dad will save you from that demon. Goo was so deep in thought that he tripped over the bed and plopped down. ‘Fuckin hell….’ Ugh..why? Why?! You were doing so well…having friends…school…your hobbies…why a boy? Men aint shit! ‘My sweet girl….’ ‘Hello?’ ‘GUN! HELP ME.’ An annoyed groan escaped from the other side of the line. The sound of something burning on the other made Goo click his tongue. ‘I thought having a kid would make you stop smoking..tch.’ The sound of Jonggun blowing his smoke into the phone mic made Goo pull away his own phone from his ear. ‘And i thought having a kid would make you more mature. Clearly not.’ jonggun said from the other end with a chuckle, Goo frowned. He’s not immature. He just has humor. Something Jonggun ‘clearly’ doesn’t have. But you do…his daughter has his humor…ugh!!! Why did that demon boyfriend have to ruin everything! You don’t need him anymore… he lost you….his precious daughter. The demon…the demon won…Jonggun raised an eyebrow at the other end of the line when he heard some sobs from Goo. ‘Are you deadass crying?’ ‘SHUT UP YOU DON’T KNOW WHAT IT’S LIKE! You don’t have a daughter!’ Goo yelled at him from the other end, dropping to his knees and covering his face with his hands. Jonggun just groaned. Typical. Goo crying because his teenage daughter is being a teenager. What’s the big deal? Both of them were actively going to clubs when they were her age.

‘You’re being too hard on the girl. You might even drive her away with that attitude’ Gun says in a rather aspirated tone. He can’t believe he has to talk some sense into Goo. He wonders how you put up with Goo being your dad. Goo hummed. Was he really being too hard? Is that how you feel?…he doesn’t want to be a strict parent or make you feel like you can’t tell him anything…he just wanted you to be safe…he still remembers how you changed his life. Goo was still an immature asshole. And then he became a dad to you. You were so tiny. So peaceful. He remembers your first steps. When you started talking. Laughing at him with one tooth. Your little hands. The first day of school. Baking cakes with him in the kitchen but getting the recipe wrong. When you held his hand because you were too scared to go down the slide in the playground. He wonders if you remember those moments too. Too many to count yet he remembers all of them as if it wasn’t years ago. You changed him…he has to be there for you. That’s what a parent does, doesn’t it? They have to make their child feel as if they can tell them everything. Not hide…was he too protective?…a soft but shaky breath left Goo’s lips…it makes his chest feel rather tight with guilt. His eyes turning back to the phone before a notification popped up. His breath hitched. ‘Gun. Go to the location i sent you. We’re seeing what demon has enchanted my daughter.’

Good was currently hiding behind Gun who was standing in front of the movie theater. ‘I swear of that boy comes out…i’ll kill him…quietly…’ Jonggun just let out an irritated sigh. He could’ve done anything productive but had to come because Goo would not stop calling him…besides. It would be interesting to see Goo’s reaction to the situation. Goo kept looking over at his watch…you could come out every second now…come on! It’s killing him. Goo feels nervous. Very nervous. He has never felt this level of worry before. Princess please don’t come out with some half baked boy. Actually. Don’t come out with a boy at all. Good begins to grip Gun’s shoulders, his nails digging into his skin. His eyes darting to every part in his sight. Making sure he’ll spot you. ‘Get your hand’s off me.’ Gun swatted Goo’s hands off of him with a grunt. Goo just gripped him closer to him. ‘I’m scared…’ goo peeped. Oh my gosh. He might just piss his pants. A familiar bundle of hair…and a pair of eyes he recognized as his own made him release his grip on Gun. He sees you looking back at him and waving. Relief washes over Goo. Thank god. He Almost god worried…He waves back. Oh…maybe he was wrong…maybe there really isn’t a boy- just when Goo felt relief, a boy who was slightly taller than you hugged you from behind. What? Why does he recognize the boy? Why does he look so familiar. Good squinted his eyes at the scene, adjusting his glasses. No way. No fucking way. Good freezes in place…Jonggun’s son is your boyfriend? What? W.H.A.T. WHAT?! Goo turns his head towards Jonggun, who was smoking and watching the scene. He seemed unimpressed. Unbothered. Stoic. Normal. As if it’s okay. It’s not okay. It’s never okay. It’s never going to be okay. Goo. Is. Not. Okay. ‘Did you know about this?’ Goo’s voice was sharp and accusingly. He was angry. Very angry. ‘Would that have changed anything?’ Gun asked back. Still pretty laid back. His son had given him a smile and he just nodded back. He didn’t really mind what his son did. ‘Doesn’t take away that you can’t let your daughter be a teen.’ Goo glanced back at you. Then at Gun’s son who seemed just as fearless as his dad. Then at Gun. He’s going to faint. He’s going to actually faint. ‘Gun I’m going to beat your kid.’ He’s not okay. He’s not okay. This isn’t okay. Goo leaned against the car. Oh my god. ‘Stop being dramatic. And my kid will whoop your ass if you touch him.’ Goo didn’t even respond to Gun. He was too focused on the sight in front of him. You. And gun’s son. No…he can see all the memories crumbling. Why him out of all people!!! He said it once and he’ll say it again: MEN AINT SHIT! Goo feels his eyes water. His girl…his precious girl. He drops to his knees. ‘Y/NNNNNNN MEN AINT SHIT THEY ONLY WANT ONE THING AND YOU KNOW IT ITS JUST A BOY YOU CAN GET THOSE WHEN YOU TURN 30 YOU DON’T NEED HIM’ Goo screamed at you, crying and sobbing on the concrete floor. Some people on the streets were trying to ignore the seen. Other’s now stood still to watch what was happening. Gun looked at a Goo with his normalf stern expression. What a day. ‘Y-Y/N…my girl…my princess…why that boy…’ Goo’d voice cracked as he loudly sobbed on the street. ‘Get up. you’re embarrassing your kid.’ Goo sobbed even louder at Jonggun’s words. His hands covering his face and real tears falling down. Jonggun groaned. Ofcourze. Ofcourse he has to look after Goo again. First it was because they were debt collectors and he was reckless. Now he has to look after Goo in order to make sure he doesn’t embarrass his kid. Sigh. Gun grabbed Goo by the back of his head and threw him against the car. ‘Get in before you embarrass my kid too.’ Goo got in the car. Still crying against the glass. Watching you and Gun’s kid look at him like he was crazy. ‘Gun…my daughter…i’ll kill your son..’

[lightlycareless]

warnings: fluff. naoya and you have a lovable, baby girl named naomi.

I like to imagine how small, everyday domestic things happen between Naomi, Naoya, and you.

The one I kept thinking about as of recently is Naomi and how she would most likely (just like any other kid her age) be afraid of the dark.

This evidently happens right after she begins to see curses, be aware of them and the world she’s now a part of. It’s uneventful most of the time thanks to the protective talismans around the estate and her parent’s guidance, slowly but surely, she seems to grow accustomed to them.

But after a particularly scary encounter this soon changes, leading her to tightly grip ger blanket and plushie as you tuck her to bed, fretful of the moment you leave the room.

“…Mama…” Naomi would whine. Her soft voice, alongside her puppy eyes, made it impossible to ignore her.

“What’s wrong, dumpling?” you worry, leaning back down again to her level to gently place your palm on her forehead. “Do you not feel well?”

“N—no, it’s not that…” she shakes her head.

“Then what is it, pumpkin?” As if it weren’t extremely preoccupying enough to see your little ray of sunshine acting so distraught… the last thing anyone needed was for her to be ailed by something even worse. “You know you can trust me with anything, honey. Mama is always here to help you.”

After a brief moment of silence… she confesses.

“I’m scared of the dark, mama. I can’t go to sleep!”

“Oh, why is that? What happened?” you ask. At least it wasn’t anything grave. For you, that is.

“N—nothing, but…” She whimpers, clutching to her blanket even tighter. “But—but what if a curse appears from the dark?! I don’t want that to happen, mama…”

“And it won’t. The estate is filled with talismans to protect you in case one managed to slip through our noses” You try to reassure her, help her rationalize that such thing was virtually impossible to occur—and even if it did, they’d be quickly surrounded by more than capable sorcerers.

But to her small, innocent mind, such explanations were redundant. Had to real purpose when battling her fear, for they’d somehow always manage to outsmart you or her papa.

However, that didn’t mean you were running out of solutions. Thus, after a quick call with Naoya and sleeping together to keep her mind at ease, you come back with what soon became her beacon of hope—a little something that helped her regained a good night sleep.

“What are you doing, mama?” Naomi curiously asks, trying to peak over your shoulder and see what you were diligently working on by the electrical outlet.

“The answer to all of our problems, princess!” you cheer, turning around to see her. “Ah, ah—no peeking! Or you’ll ruin the surprise.”

Naomi giggles, placing her hands over her eyes to anxiously wait for the reveal.

“You can open them now!” you cheer, and without time to waste, your baby peels her hands away to gasp at the sight of her favorite character lightening up the corner of her room; dimly to not perturb her rest, yet strong enough to scare away any dangers lingering in the dark.

“Mama!” Naomi gasps, running to your side to get a closer look of the newest addition to her collection. “What is that?”

“It’s called a nightlight, little mochi. Something to help you sleep at night while warding off all curses!” After the right adjustments, of course. They don’t offer these types of services in retail stores.

“Really?!” Naomi adds. “…Will it really protect me?”

“Yes, I promise! However, I do have one other thing to ensure it works just as intended.” You smile, looking over to the door as it slides open, making your daughter quickly swirl into its direction and squeal upon seeing who stood just past it.

“Papa!! You’re home!” she cries, swift footsteps making their way to Naoya, followed by a tight, warm hug that immediately makes him crumble. It doesn’t take much for him to understand how much she had missed him, but if there was any doubt, her quiet sniffles erased all uncertainties.

“You don’t need to cry, pumpkin. I’m here now.” He says, gently wiping away her tears. Your heart tightens at the sight. “Someone told me you were having problems with the dark, and I, being the strong papa you can always rely on, couldn’t allow that to happen any longer!”

“Papa…” she murmurs, leaning into his touch. “What are you going to do??”

“Well, aside from your nightlight, how about we do that thing… what’s it called again, my love?” Naoya asks, feigning ignorance.

“A slumber party.” You reveal, and Naomi grins.

To do one of her favorite things… With her papa? And her mama?? Sign her up!

“But, before we do that, I want you to know something.” Naoya says, gently cupping her face alongside his suddenly serious tone, effectively pulling all of her attention. “There is nothing I wouldn’t do for you and your mother. I would go to great lengths, to the end of the world if necessary, just to keep you safe and happy.

In other words, long as I am around, even afterwards, harm shall never befall you. I will make sure of that.”

“Even from the monsters in the dark…?”

“Especially from the monsters in the dark.” He chuckles, kissing the top of her head. “Think they’re too strong for papa to handle?”

Naomi firmly shakes her head, giving him another smile alongside a sweet giggle that makes everyone’s heart soar.

“No, papa. Don’t be silly!”

Because if there’s one thing she’s absolutely sure, beyond Hello Kitty being the best, cutest cat in the whole wide world…

Is that her papa was the strongest.

And that he never lies.

[miss-cholo4]

Ninjago Season 3 Part 2 SPOILERS/THEORY

Read at your own peril. I couldn’t help myself, so taking all precautions to shield people from my thoughts. Lmk if any tags are missing!

Spoilers for episodes 11-18 Season 3 Part 2

So Ras killed that random person by dragging them into the casket of bones. At least that’s what’s inferred by the trail of belongings leading to the casket itself. We know that the person must have been alive to be sacrificed. So it couldn’t be one of the skeletons in the underworld.

From the belongings it looks like an explorer to me? Perhaps some rando traveller? Orrrrr maybe it’s a character we’ve seen before? Considering if this is important to the plot somehow-which it might very well not be… we have to ask… who’s known for disappearing to travel? Clutch powers? Misako?!

Now just imagine if it is Misako… a terrible death really but the impact of this would be HUGE!

She is probably the most of note parent to one of the ninja apart from Garmadon, making many appearances throughout the long lived series. She is known for showing up at random times such as in season 8 (SOG) and her extensive travelling. It very well could be her that happened to be in the underworld exploring.

We know Misako can fight and use spinjitzu. Making sense that she would fight Ras if necessary. However she has been shown to be bested at times, such as in the oni trilogy, especially season 9. And her being taken for Harumi’s ritual in season 8, in which she showed up imprisoned by the Sons of Garmadon. Like in season 8 she was searching for something, that something being Wu, perhaps this is a similar situation in Dragons Rising…

We see from Arin and Sora’s reaction to the prospect of someone dying for the icon to be forged. Fear, but inevitably, understating that it wasn’t worth it. With Arin realising that no life is worth sacrificing for his parent’s revival despite his sadness of ‘never seeing them again.’ A great character moment for him.

If it is Misako, and Ras drops that bombshell at Lloyd, we could not only see him at yet another low point but maybe even in oni form again. It would be an easy way to reinforce the oni whilst making Ras even more villainous to the audience. Leading well into the next season which is speculated to be oni based?

It would also give Lloyd an opportunity to break free from the group, as the only ninja I believe to not have had a solo adventure since the Merge (if you don’t count his time isolated in the monastery). Maybe this would give him space, time to mourn, find himself ect. Would also be a great way to bring Garmadon back.

This act of killing Misako would seal Ras’ downward spiral into villainy. There would be very little possibility of redemption after this. Even if there is. Which I doubt. We call into question Lloyd’s morals. How much is he willing to forgive to be this caring and all loving figure of hope that is the green ninja. That he has always been since the very beginning of Ninjago. The one who followed his father into his madness without loosing hope. Could he forgive that? We know Lloyd doesn’t like Ras but this could seal the deal. Forgiveness is also a huge theme in Dragons Rising, Arin forgiving Sora, Lloyd and Arin forgiving each other, and maybe even the ninja forgiving Wu in the future…

Not to mention the idea that Arin got both his parents back only for Lloyd to loose one would be INSANE. The whole oni form idea comes in secondary to the angst this would cause. However oni form for Lloyd was only achieved through the supposed death of Garmadon, a moment of pure rage and sadness, so why not Misako as well? It would be dark and heartbreaking but also show the power and fear of the oni. Already established in season 3 part 1 with Frak and their group’s time in the Dragonian’s lands. It might even backfire on Lloyd having witnesses to his oni form for once. Maybe his students see his transformation?

Now there’s also things that prove this wrong. The items we see shown leading to the casket we never seen Misako with in canon. We also don’t know if their identity is important at all to the plot. But I just thought this would be a CRAZY and DRASTIC writing decision if it turned out to be correct. Anyway the rambling is insane sorry. Lmk if anyone has any other theories.

[idrawweirdstuffnominors]

i rread your hcs for dad Pete and Jerry and I don't know how I ever went without them (dad Jerry has been in my mind for days now). Can we get head canons for dad Pete and Jerry with daughter reader, maybe on how they deal with having fights or if daughter grows up and they kinda have a "my little girl is growing up" Moment (idk I feel like pete would absolutely break down if she went for college)

Please and thank you :3 💐

( ye-OMG IS THAT FUCKING STAR FROM SPROUT NIGHT TIME SHOW

Dad Pete DiNunzio Headcanons (with His Daughter): Fights and Growing Up

Pete hates fighting with her. His temper might flare up fast — he’s loud, he swears under his breath, he paces the kitchen like a caged animal — but the second he sees her upset, it guts him.

If she yells at him (especially if she says something like "I hate you!" during a bad fight), he gets weirdly quiet. It stings worse than anything. He’ll just mutter something like, "Yeah? Well... good to know," and walk off before she can see the look on his face. He's heartbroken

He’s really bad at staying mad, though. After a few hours (at most), he’s awkwardly hanging around her doorway, asking if she’s hungry or offering to watch a movie with her like nothing happened.

Apologizing isn’t easy for him. He usually mumbles something like, "I didn't mean to be an asshole, alright? I just... I worry about you."

If she apologizes first, he’s immediately pulling her into a hug, patting the back of her head, telling her "S'not your fault. You're a good kid." Even if she was wrong, he’ll say it — because he’s her dad, and she’s his whole damn world.

"My Little Girl is Growing Up" Moments

Pete is the most pathetic proud dad when she starts growing up. When she gets her first job, her driver's license, a serious hobby — he’s bragging about her to anyone who will listen, even people in line at Dunkin'.

He keeps every art project, every bad school essay, every birthday card she ever gave him. Half his dresser drawers are just full of that stuff.

When she starts talking about college or moving out, Pete acts super casual about it ("Yeah, hell yeah, you’re gonna crush it, kid.") — but inside he’s falling apart.

He keeps offering to teach her "basic life skills" even if she already knows them. ("You sure you know how to change a tire? What about guys? You call me if you need help, alright? I’ll be there in a minute.")

Packing for college is brutal for him. He keeps finding excuses to carry her stuff himself, just to feel like he’s still taking care of her.

On move-in day, he helps set up everything — the bed, the shelves, the posters — just so he can stay a little longer.

Saying goodbye is the hardest thing he’s ever done. He tries to make it a quick hug but ends up squeezing her way too tight, muttering something thick-voiced like clearly trying not to break, "You’ll always be mia bambina, y'know that? Always."

He cries in his van on the way home. Full-on sobs into the steering wheel. Probably calls Jerry afterward, pretending he’s "just checkin' in." (Jerry totally knows he's crying.)

After that, he calls or texts her every day at first. ("How's classes? You eat yet? You makin' friends? You need me to send you socks?")

Pete slowly learns to give her space, but part of him is always stuck seeing her as the little girl who used to fall asleep on his chest during late-night monster movies.

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Jerry stokes girl dad headcannons his little girl is growing up

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Dad Jerry Stokes Headcanons (with His Daughter): Fights and Growing Up

Fighting with His Daughter

Jerry hates conflict. He’s the type who’d rather talk things out than have a real yelling match. He doesn’t raise his voice unless he’s seriously pushed.

During fights, Jerry tries to keep it calm, but you can hear the hurt in his voice if she says anything mean. He’ll get very still, very quiet, and just say, "I didn’t raise you to talk to people like that." That alone makes her feel horrible.

If he says something wrong or unfair during a fight, he’ll actually sit with it, feel guilty for hours, and apologize first.

His apologies are very straightforward, no ego attached: "I shouldn't have snapped at you. I'm sorry. You didn’t deserve that."

Jerry tries to turn every fight into a learning moment — for her and for him. He’ll say things like, "We're both figuring this out. It’s not easy. But I love you, and that’s never changing."

Afterwards, he usually softens everything with a quiet gesture: making her tea, sitting next to her on the couch without saying a word, just being there until she’s ready to talk again.

"My Little Girl is Growing Up" Moments

Jerry always knew she’d grow up — and he spent years preparing himself — but it still hits him like a truck when it starts happening.

He gets emotional about everything: her first school dance, her first car ride alone, the first time she stays out late without him worrying.

He takes so many pictures of her at milestones. He’s got albums stacked on albums. He captions them like he’s writing a scrapbook: "First job! So proud." "Last summer before college. She's all grown up and smarter than her old man."

When she starts talking about college, Jerry’s heart breaks a little — but he’s proud first. He’s the dad standing at college tours with his arms crossed and misty eyes, trying not to embarrass her.

Helping her pack is torture. He handles every item carefully, like it's sacred. He probably tears up folding her old T-shirts.

On move-in day, Jerry’s not the "hide it behind jokes" kind — he cries openly. Big, embarrassing, nose-sniffling tears. He hugs her and says, "You’re gonna do amazing things. I love you so much, sweetheart."

The second he gets home without her, he stands in her empty room for way too long. Doesn’t touch anything. Just stands there and lets himself miss her.

He texts her "good morning" and "good night" for weeks after she leaves, even if she doesn't always answer right away.

He never says it out loud, but when she comes home for the holidays? Jerry feels whole again.

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[mummyemmatojames]

32. A Red Line Crossed: A Lesson in Public Boundaries

Hello, dear community. Emma here, your Mummy-in-training, with a difficult update on our MDLB and FLR journey. Today started out so wonderfully, but a moment at the swimming pool crossed a red line for James, and it’s left me feeling shaken and reflective. I’ve decided to back off from public play for a bit, and I’d really value your thoughts on how to move forward after this.

A Great Day—Until It Wasn’t

We were having such a lovely day together. I took James out for lunch at a little café, and in keeping with our dynamic, I ordered him a kids’ meal—chicken nuggets, fries, and a small juice—which was hilarious to me because he genuinely needed the smaller portion after a big breakfast. He took it in stride, even using his dinosaur water bottle in public when I handed it to him with a smile. I was so proud of him—he’s been learning to stay in his little space even outside the house, following rules like holding my hand and letting me order without fuss. It felt like our dynamic was flowing naturally, and I loved seeing him lean into it.

After lunch, we went swimming at the local pool, something we both enjoy. He was splashing around happily, and I was keeping an eye on him from the shallow end. At one point, he started drifting a bit too far toward the deep end, and without thinking, I called out—maybe a bit too loudly—“James, stay where Mummy can see you!” I didn’t mean to draw attention; it just slipped out in the moment, the way I’d talk to him at home. But I could see his face change instantly—he froze, then swam back toward me with this furious, humiliated look in his eyes. I realized right then that a family nearby might have heard, and it hit him hard.

My Instinct—and His Reaction

Sensing his frustration, I acted on instinct. I grabbed his hand, led the private changing room cubicle, and pulled him close. “Come here, sweetheart,” I whispered, lifting my swim top just enough to let him feed from me for about five minutes. It wasn’t meant to embarrass him or be a punishment—I thought it would calm him down, like it does at home when he’s upset. He’s nursed in private so often lately, and it’s become such a reliable comfort for him, so I figured it’d help reset him after the loud “Mummy” comment.

But I was wrong. He latched on reluctantly, his body stiff, and when I let him go, he pulled away fast, his face burning red. “I’m too embarrassed Emma!?” he hissed—calling me by my name, not “Mummy,” which told me how serious this was. He was furious and humiliated, not just by my call-out but by the nursing too. He said it made him feel “like a total freak” in public, especially with people around who might’ve seen or guessed something. He stormed off to another changing room cubicle, and we barely spoke on the drive home. He’s been sulking in the living room with his train set ever since, and I can feel the distance between us.

Reflecting on the Red Line

Looking back, I see where I went too far. I’ve been so comfortable with our dynamic lately—ordering kids’ meals, using his dinosaur bottle in public, nursing at home—that I forgot how sensitive James can be about keeping it discreet outside the house. Calling out “Mummy” in a crowded pool was careless, even if it felt natural to me, and following it with nursing, even in private, pushed it over a line he wasn’t ready to cross. It wasn’t about comfort for him in that moment—it felt exposing, and I misread his needs completely.

I really see him as my little boy at all times now, and it’s hard for me to switch that off in public. I love how seamlessly our dynamic flows at home, and I’ve been enjoying weaving it into outings more—like the lunch today. But this was a wake-up call that James doesn’t feel the same way yet. He’s learning to stay in little space publicly, but there’s a limit, and I crossed it. He’s not ready for something as intimate as nursing outside our safe space, and I need to respect that.

Backing Off Public Play

I’ve decided to back off from public play for a bit. No more “Mummy” call-outs, no nursing outside the house, no pushing the little stuff too hard when we’re out. We’ll stick to the subtle rules we’ve already mastered—holding hands, me ordering for him, the dinosaur bottle if he’s okay with it—but I’m pulling back on anything that risks embarrassing him like this again. At home, our dynamic can stay as full and rich as ever—bedtime, chore chart, kids’ utensils, nursing when he needs it—but in public, I’ll keep it quieter until he’s ready for more, if he ever is.

I feel bad about today—I hate that he’s furious with me, and I hate that I made him feel humiliated when I was trying to care for him. But I also know this is a chance to learn and adjust. I’ll talk to him tomorrow, once he’s cooled off, and apologize for misjudging the moment. I want him to know I’m still his Mummy, but I’ll meet him where he’s at with this.

What Do You Think?

I’d really love some perspective from the community—have you ever crossed a red line like this in public and had to pull back? How did your partner react, and how did you rebuild trust afterward? For those who’ve eased into public play, how did you find the balance between keeping the dynamic alive and respecting their comfort? 

Thank you for being here as I navigate this bump. I still see James as my little boy, but today showed me I need to be more careful about where and how I show it.

With all my love (and a bit of regret), Emma (aka Mummy) 💕

[thenewestxmen]

So I’m a little wee bit malnourished, and they are for different reasons than this, but regardless, I made this, and it’s if Wade just didn’t eat.

Logan thought Wade was fine. Sure, he couldn’t maintain a relationship with a stripper or get recruited by either the X-men or Avengers, but Logan assumed he was fine. That is, until Logan moved in.

They both liked each other and both recognized the feeling, so they started dating pretty much right after the whole Void situation.

Logan thought he was the only person with mental issues, but boy was he wrong.

The first time Logan saw Wade greet Althea, Al told Wade to eat. Not a hello, not a “you were gone for almost a fucking month” no. Just, “wade, eat.”

Logan thought nothing of it. When Althea moved out that week, Al told Logan when Wade was out, “both you and I know that Wade is a dumbass. He ignores eating. Wont do it. Get him to eat, healing factor or not.” Althea said.

Logan nodded, but he started to realize what was going on. Wade hardly ever ate, he noticed that much. In the void, the only thing Logan had ever seen him eat was that expired can of SPAM. And a few bites at that. 

That day, Laura came over, it was early afternoon and Wade and Logan were sitting on the couch.

“Hey bub?”

“Peanut?” Wade said in a high pitched, sing song voice.

“You hungry? Haven’t seen you eat yet.”

“I’m a-ok Angel tits!”

That was attempt one. Attempt two:

“Hey papi?” Laura coo’d. “I made two sandwiches, want one?”

Wade gave a smile, “sorry Smollverine, already ate today.”

Third. That was when Logan lost his patience.

“Wade, eat.” He said.

“You sound like that old blind bastard.” Wade commented.

“Wade, I’m serious, please eat. You haven’t eaten anything all day, and nothing yesterday either.” Logan said, cupping wades neck.

“Logan, no.”

He started getting more pissed. “Why not?”

Wade looked down, “I’m not hungry.” 

“Bull”

“I’m not!”

“Why won’t you eat Wade?!”

“It’s nothing!”

“Wade tell me!”

“Because I don’t deserve it!” Wade said, voice raised, usual smile absent, and shoulders unusually tense.

Wade refused to look at Logan.

“Because if I eat, then people will think I’m disgusting, and I’ll hate how I look even more. I hate it. And I just forget to eat in general, even if I’m hungry. Even if I’m dizzy. I’ll be fine. My healing factor won’t let me die.” Wade whispered. Logan’s heart sank.

Those thoughts… when Logan first met Wade at that sleazy bar in his original universe, he thought Wade was some trashy lunatic with a trashy life but wouldn’t let it get to him. Now, Logan truly looked at his boyfriend. His eyes glossed, even though Wade had probably not had a sip of water in weeks. His torso seemed more bony, less strong than he’d originally seen.

“Wade…” logan said. He didn’t know how to continue.

“I’m sorry. I’m being too dramatic aren’t I?” Wade said.

He was apologizing.

Wade looked up, plastering a grin onto his mouth, shoulders forced down, but the hurt, the refusal to take care of himself was in his eyes.

“That was reality show dramatic huh? I should be on the Kardashians or something!” He said in his usual cheerful tone. 

Logan just stared. He acted like his life was a constant performance to look perfect. Logan pursed his lips.

Logan stepped closer to Wade.

“Wade…” Logan started, unsure where he was going but didn’t care.

“You could never look disgusting or less handsome. I love you no matter what. If you ate a family serving at a chimichanga buffet or just ate a sandwich. But I can’t leave you here to whither away, even if your healing factor keeps you alive. Wade I love you. More than I had ever loved and I have been alive more than 200 fucking years. Just eat, drink. Please. You could never be disgusting to me.” His words steady. 

Wades grin had dropped completely, he was obviously uncomfortable. 

“Okay…”

“What was that?” Logan smirked

“I said OK! Now where’s that sandwich Laura made?!” Wade said scowling dramatically.

“In the fridge.” Logan said, unable to stop the grin that reached his eyes

authors note: guys pls take care yourselves, make sure you eat and drink water every day (I’m being extremely hypocritical but idc, EAT!)

[littleemissperfecttt]

Eat her out pt.2

Summary: F/n L/n was a very beautiful girl who was forced to marry not one, not two but FIVE men in order to preserve her clans bloodline. How will the marriage workout? Will the five men get along? Will F/n have a happy life?

Warnings: fingering, cumming, foursome? (kinda), eating reader out, jealousy, male masterbation, teasing, toji-nanami-sukuna worshipping reader

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Chapter 3

Readers pov-

I woke up with two of my very handsome and sexy soon to be husbands beside me

I groaned and stretched before sitting up

"Suguru baby wake up it's already morning we slept through dinner" i said in my morning voice as i shook him to wake him up

"Ok ok i am up" he said in his morning voice so deep it went straight to my core getting it wet

'Gosh what the fuck is wrong with me his voice alone can get me wet' I thought to myself as I mentally slapped myself for having such thoughts in the morning

I turned around to distract myself so I can wake Satoru up

"Satoru honey wake up" i shook him as he groaned and turned around

"Satoru..." I shook him again but this time he was so fast.

He was on top of me "let's sleep for 5 more mins" he said and laid on my breasts and nuzzled between them making himself comfortable

I blushed furiously because of which Suguru laughed "you are acting as though we didn't see every inch of you yesterday" I hit his chest and covered my face with my hands

"You guys are so....urgh!"

They both laughed

Satoru was about to say something when someone barged in the room without knocking

I squealed in surprise and Suguru rose from his place to see who had barged into the room

"We are not even married yet and you already have favourites??" Sukuna asked with narrowed eyes, making my eyes widen in shock

"What no! I don't have favourites Satoru and Suguru wanted to cuddle last night!!" I said pushing Satoru off of me and sitting up to defend myself

"Tch whatever we have to go wedding shopping today so we are going out, get ready and come downstairs" he said and walked away

"Sukuna wait!" I called out to him but he didn't turn back

I huffed and put my hands on my face not knowing what to do. I didn't have favourites how can I make them understand that? I want to give them all an equal chance

"Hey it's fine..." Suguru said resting his hand on my back rubbing it slowly "this relationship is new to everyone, it will take time to sort things out"

"But Sukuna..." I said looking down

"F/n-chan it's not your fault that he got jealous he has never had much competition ever so it will take him, more time than any of us...." Satoru said getting up

I only nodded my head not knowing what to say blaming myself for my actions last night and for hurting one of my fiance's feelings

"Why don't you guys go and get ready I have to get ready too" i said

"Sure" Suguru said he had a knowing look on his face which meant he knew I needed space for myself now, he got up from bed without saying much

"You know F/n-chan i can help you with getting ready" Satoru smirked at me

I blushed furiously "shut up" i hit his chest as he laughed out loud and got out of bed as well

"I will meet you guys downstairs??"

They both nodded their head while I smiled and excused myself to go get ready for a very long day ahead

'this is going to a rollercoaster of a day' i thought and started my bath

No one's pov-

The boys looked at each other then at F/n's bathroom door

"We should have talked about what happened yesterday with them too" Suguru said

"Hey you said we could make them jealous" Satoru replied as he crossed his arms pouting childishly

"I know but i didn't consider F/ns feelings... I want her to feel like an equal in this marriage not just a heir making machine..."

"I know buddy we can work things out just like you said..." Satoru replied now serious his childish demure melting away

"Hmm I just wish I knew how she feels about all this..."

Satoru just nodded his head understanding how his friend felt about this situation as he himself feels the same way

"Well let's go get ready we still need to talk to those people too" Satoru said changing the topic

The men went to their respective rooms to get ready

Timeskip brought to you by sukunas impatient ass

Satoru and Suguru got ready and headed to the dining room where they were met with the 3 very furious men

Suguru cleared his throat

"Gentlemen... I know the situation seems bad but it isn't as bad as you think it is" Satoru said

"Oh then how bad is it??" Toji asked sarcastically

"It was nothing... We cuddled her during the night... She didn't ask anything we just asked her ourselves" suguru said

Sukuna raised his eyebrows "are you sure that was it??" Sukuna raised his hand to show them F/n's crop-top which Satoru had ripped apart last night

Both Satoru and Suguru knew better than lying because they wanted this whole complicated relationship to work out

"No... We might have done something more..." Suguru said looking away

"I swear to god if you guys hav-" Nanami started but was interrupted

"No nothing like that happened we wanted her to feel good so we ate her out" Satoru said

"We wanted her to be comfortable... we wanted her to know she was special too" Suguru said

Sukuna rolled his eyes "if this whole thing is going to work out and if she says she doesn't have any favorites then we should get a chance like that too"

"You know it's not a decision we have to make.. it's solely F/n's" nanami said

"We should just be direct and ask her" Toji commented and everyone except Sukuna nodded

"Good morning guys" you came downstairs with a smile "When are we going out??"

No one answered the question

"Guys??" You called out again

"Look woman you said you had no favourites then let us do what they did to you too" sukuna said

"What??" You said while blushing

"We just want to please you baby if you want to that is..." Toji said

'what kind of deja vu is this??' you thought

"Umm you guys..." You started

"We want to be fair here since we got to know about your activities with them..." Nanami pointed at Satoru and Suguru

You were shocked to see even Nanami involved that's when you realized the depth of the situation and how it will affect your relationship with them

You gulped your saliva thinking everything through before saying "you can please me..."

"You don't have to F/n... We don't want to force you" Toji said caressing your hair to make sure you were thinking right. He didn't want this to be forced upon you, he didn't want this just out of obligation he wanted you to want this

"No I want to be fair with everyone..." You said knowing the consequences of your actions. You had fooled around a lot without thinking of their feelings so you agreed 'I want to know what you guys got too' you thought to yourself as you reframed yourself from blushing at the thought that came to your mind

"Are you sure??" Nanami asked

You just nodded your head

In a second Sukuna was kissing you and had lifted you up, he made you sit on the dining table after scattering everything on the dining table to the ground

His kiss was rough like he was trying to tell you something and one day you will find out what he wants to tell you. This kiss was so different from the kiss he gave you the day you all met

Sukuna pulled away and started kissing your neck while Toji came front and kissed you

You entangled your fingers in sukuna and tojis hair tugging it softly. This was the first time you were kissing toji and man you loved it, his lips were amazing, it molded your lips as though it was his from the beginning

You moaned into the kiss as Sukuna found your sweet spot on your neck as you tugged Toji's hair harder making him grunt into the kiss

Sukuna smirked victoriously and started abusing the spot and left marks there as though he wanted to claim you and show people you were HIS wife

Toji pulled out as Nanami kissed you without wasting another second while you tried to catch your breath

Toji lifted your shirt up which made the other two men stop their action and move their heads back a little

You peaked open your eyes a little to see what Satoru and Suguru were doing... Well they had their hands inside their pants and were stroking their length moaning softly while watching the actions going on between you three

They wish they were there pleasing you and see your expressions more clearly but they didn't want to interrupt the four of you and they also had their chances yesterday so they were quite happy

As soon as the shirt was removed Sukuna wasted no time and ripped your bra

"Hey that was my favourite!" You pulled away from the kiss and yelled at him which made him smirk

"Oh baby I don't think you will need to wear bras anymore you have our hands to cover them" he said as he palmed one of your breasts while Toji did the same to the other

"Oh gosh" you moaned as they palmed your nipples teasing you

Nanami started kissing your neck and going down between the valley of your breasts and burying his face there biting and sucking the spot in the process

Sukuna and Toji took both your nipples at the same time giving you extreme pleasure

You threw your head back and moaned

"Your moans are so sexy baby" Satoru said palming himself

Sukuna left your nipples and tore your pants and panties together as though they were nothing

He smirked and trailed his hands between your legs

"You are soaking already" he pulled out the transparent wetness from my thighs and licked it off his finger

You couldn't have the time to process the information as Nanami changed his spot from Sukuna and started sucking your nipples and Sukuna started kissing your inner thighs spreading them apart and going up to your core

You were a moaning mess the pleasure was too overwhelming to you

Toji and Nanami continued abusing your nipples while Sukuna was teasing your core with his fingers

"Sukuna please" you whimpered breathing heavily

"Please what baby?"

"Please stop teasing"

"My queens wish is my command" he said and plunged two fingers inside while you screamed from the sudden movement, to see your expressions more Sukuna stood up while pumping his fingers in and out

His fingers were much longer and wider than Satoru's or Suguru's. That's when you realised that Tojis fingers will be worse than this

"I know it will hurt at first my love but it will be fine" Toji said and kissed you softly which made your heart melt

You tugged his hair a little and pulled away moaning out loud

"Gosh baby you are squeezing my fingers I can't wait to put my cock inside you" Sukuna slurred fastening his pace

"Oh gosh Sukuna~" you moaned his name which sent shivers down his body, which made him move his fingers more faster

"Sukuna i am about to cum" you shrieked and a minute later came on his fingers

"You did great love" Nanami said and kissed you "now it's my turn" he whispered in your ear and bent down kissing your thighs and finally your core

You held onto Toji's shoulders for support as you didn't want to collapse on the dining table

"Nanami~~" you moaned as his tongue entered your core which was covered in your cum

Toji brushed your hair back and stared at you taking all your expressions burning them in his mind

You clenched your fingers onto Tojis shirt as you moaned "fuck baby you are so hot" he said and kissed you again

Sukuna was satisfied and licked his fingers clean while staring at you

Satoru and Suguru were looking intently while rubbing their already hard cocks 'I need to take a cold shower after this' they thought. They knew all 5 of them would take shower while their Queen would take a hot one to relax her muscles

Nanami did his job perfectly using his tongue to give you pleasure. He made you cum all over his face with his tongue alone because of your sensitivity

"Toji i am sensitive..." You whispered leaning onto his shoulder

"I know love but I know you can take me too" he said and plunged his fingers in slowly after Nanami got up while licking your essence from his face

"Fuck you are tight even after taking both of their fingers" Toji grunted and started to move his fingers faster making you a moaning mess

You kissed his neck and bit it leaving a mark just like you did to Suguru last night

He was shocked to feel you bite but he didn't complain, this just made him more aroused than ever

Meanwhile Sukuna, Nanami and Satoru were shocked to see you leaving a mark on Toji while you did nothing of the sort to them, obviously jealous of it but they knew better than comment right now

Toji skillfully used his fingers rubbing your clit and moving his hand in a faster pace to give you more pleasure

You threw your head back and cried his name out as you came on his fingers overwhelmed with pleasure

"You did so well my love so well" he said and gently kissed your forehead as you were catching your breath from all the pleasure you just had "you can rest now love I will take you to your room"

He picked you up and took you to your room laying you down and placing the blanket on top of you before leaving the room. As soon as your body hit the bed you were out cold forgetting all about the wedding shopping

"This is going to be a long long shower" he thought as he looked down on his bulge

[epiphainie]

Can I be honest? I really don't like how the show changed the reasons for their conflict. Going from Tommy's insecurities about being the first man for Buck to Tommy being insecure about Eddie when they previously multiple times said that it wasn't an issue for Tommy. From them moving on from Buck being the one left behind to Buck being the one who said something he needs to apologise for. I don't know.

you can be honest, i'm being honest, i think this version of their conflict is not as interesting. 8x06 and 8x11 don't really contradict each other, but i agree that certain elements have already been dropped and it's a bit of a step down from what tommy actually presented as his insecurities in the breakup scene. and yeah i hate that it just circled back to buck needing to apologize because he said something bad out of feeling hurt when there was sooo much more with tommy being the first person who left him, not because he didnt love him, but precisely because how much he loved him. buck not only being wanted but also realizing it doesn't mean shit if he doesn't go and demand that he's given the chance for once...oh i could have had it all with that confrontation.

but also! it's a lesson. don't ever believe what tim says lol, like they keep throwing shit at the wall and his writing abilities goes as far as "how can i make the audiences talk about this as much as possible?" and to moderate our expectations. i love bucktommy but i also see that it will never be the one exceptional writing choice for buck, at least not in certain ways. because we will always be tied to the dynamic of buck being the main character and tommy being the supporting character. the narrative will always come back to buck's wrongs (and subsequent growth/change) and tommy reacting to that instead of having any agency of his own in the story. this is not just a bt thing either, like, look at every single conflict hen and karen have. it's always what hen does/says being the root of the conflict and karen being the mirror for her which at the end is resolved with hen apologizing/making up for it/changing from it while karen's not being granted any of her own flaws/biases/traumas/wrongs/motivations.

if anything the og breakup for bt gave tommy more in this instance. like yeah it annoys me that the fandom turned around with the narrative and expect buck to be the one to make up for it (as previously stated that's just how it is, rip the post-breakup storyline we could have) but at least the narrative itself doesn't paint tommy as flawless (yet). there's still a thread of grace for buck's side of the things, like sure, we will NEVER acknowledge how he must have felt with tommy dumping him but at least he acts in line with it and even acknowledges how fucked up it was that everyone (implied tommy) assumes he's in love with eddie. like buck will never say to tommy's face how hurt he was after the breakup and he will never say to his face how presumptive the eddie thing was but at least the narrative acknowledges that tommy is partially acting out of his own insecurities instead of fully putting it on buck. people can interpret it as they want but buck's only on-screen fault here is the i don't have feelings comment, not a million other tommy things that are being pinned on him.

(sadly i also think they already moved past the eddie thing as well and it will never be brought up again and their reconciliation will be grief/support after bobby's death substituting for all of this which is SIGH but this is the weewoo show, so)

[sagereeid]

Scars the never healed. - s.r. - chapter 4

a/n - hi babies! i’m posting a little earlier in the day than i normally do because i have to study all day. that being said, please give me grace if i post late this week..i have sats and finals coming up and i am so stressed. anyway enjoy and please comment your thoughts!!

warnings - bitter!spencer, upset lily, late night arguing, yelling, false accusation of derek sleeping with lily, a LOT of angst, mention of a slap. please let me know i missed anything!

Lilith stumbled into her hotel room, sleep threatening to take her standing up. Saying it was a long day would be an understatement. She sits on her bed and lets her mind roll through everything that happened today.

The witty comments, the scoffs, the stern glances without any words exchanged. It all made her want to scream and throw things like a toddler, but she knew she was better than that.

Lily stands up from her bed, grabs some sleep shorts and an oversized T-shirt that hangs from her shoulder and walks into the bathroom. She turns the shower on and tries to get the water as hot as possible.

She strips and gets into the water, letting it run over her body as she imagines all the day's stresses, words, and anger washing down the drain.

Once clean, she steps out and wraps a towel around her. She brushes her hair and decides against blow drying it; she is too tired. She climbs into bed and wraps the blanket around her.

Lily stared at the wall as she let the silence consume her. She tossed and turned until she let out a frustrated groan and closed her eyes, trying to calm herself down.

Before she knew it, Lily had her slippers on, and her feet were moving out of her hotel room, into the hallway, and right in front of Spencer’s door. God Damnit, muscle memory.

She stares at the hotel number outside his door. 219. The numbers look just as rigid as the man behind it was.

Not a minute later, Spencer opened his door, revealing her behind it. Deja vu.

“What are you doing here?” He asked. It didn’t come out as cold as Lily had expected after the day she'd just had. She crossed her arms with hostile body language. That, and she was freezing.

“What is wrong with you?” She answered with her own question.

Spencer wakes up a little more in that moment, his eyes opening wide. He looks down at the ground like he's searching for something, then looks back up.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He’s deflecting, and his tone is defensive.

“Yes. You do. You’re acting like I don’t fucking exist.” Lily threw up her hands while Spencer opened his mouth, but no words came out.

“Just…come in,” Spencer said, and Lily did that. She walked in and looked around the room. He looked stressed, and multiple books were half open and scattered about. Not that she was profiling him, of course.

Lily still just stood there with her arms crossed, not saying anything. It made Spencer furious.

“What are you even doing here? It’s the middle of the night.” He said, cautiously stepping closer to her like she was some hurt wild animal.

“I told you why I’m here.” She sighed, her voice a little softer, yet still with an edge.

“You won’t talk to me, you won’t even look at me when everyone else is around, you are rejecting everything I do to make you feel better.” She looks down as if searching for an answer on the ground.

“So, I’m just trying to ask you, why?” She finally looks up and meets Spencer’s hard and cold eyes.

“I have my reasons.” He said.

“Okay, so, what are those reasons?”

“Why do you want to know?”

“I have the right to know!”

Spencer sighed and ran a hand through his messy hair.

“You were over at my house yesterday, and everything was fine!” Lily argues.

Spencer wants to punch a wall. Why did she have to bring that up? Why did he have to be vulnerable? Why did she have to be so damn right all the time?

“Are you sleeping with Derek?” He spat out.

Lily felt like a gallon of cold water had been poured over her head.

“What? You seem real friendly with him on the jet-” Spencer can’t even finish his sentence when he feels a sharp sting on his left cheek, and his head whips to the side.

He clutches his cheek when he turns back to look at her. Lilith looked at him with wide eyes full of shock, anger, and... hurt.

She pushes her way past him and is about to grab the doorknob when she feels a hand grab her wrist.

“Lilith, wait—” Spencer tires, but she pulls her wrist back so hard it hurts both of them.

“Don’t.” She warned before she grabbed the door knob and slammed the door behind her.

Lilith walked back to her hotel room, staring at her hand. She could not believe that she had just done that.

Once she got in her room, she walked in, closed the door, and leaned against it.

What did she do? What did she do? What. Did. She. Do.

She forced herself down to sit on the floor in front of the bed that was temporarily hers and finally let the tears fall and the sobs from her throat free.

Meanwhile, Spencer’s eyes haven't left the spot where she stood minutes ago. Those minutes felt like an eternity.

What did he do?

Spencer forces himself to sit on the couch and stares into nothing. A huge wave of emotion crashes over him so hard that it feels like he can’t breathe anymore.

Spencer felt tears burn in his eyes. he put his head in his hands and let out a pathetic sob.

This all just blew up in their faces.

[no-face-no-shame]

Something that won't let me rest are the parallels between the story of Arthur and Dutch and Jesus and Judas. For the record, I'm not Christian, but I find Christian theology and symbolism fascinating. Also, there is no denying that biblical motives are omnipresent in Western media, since they are ingrained in our mentality and cultures.

At first, it may seem to be an opposite tale - it's Dutch who's the prophet while at the same time being the traitor to the other. But when you look at it closely, it all makes sense. Arthur is a follower of Dutch's humanity, a man who never loses faith in what's wrong, fallen and rotten since he wants to see the best in those close to him, like Jesus who loved humanity despite and due to all its faults. Arthur may be of lower rank, but Dutch needs his support and constantly turns to him for help, like Judas who gained from betraying Jesus, but inside knew that he was wrong for doing it.

Generally, Dutch can be treated as a symbol of the weaknesses of humankind - blinded by pride and greed while unstable and insecure. One second he's on top of the world, an American King, the next second he's crawling on his knees to beg others to confirm his greatness and their faithfulness to him. A man who wants to be God, but is as far away from the heavenly throne as one can be.

Arthur's struggle is between good and evil, between his "human" wrongdoings (crime, violence, tendency to be mean and cruel when not needed) and his "heavenly" goodness (kindness despite world's cruelty, desire to help and protect others). Half man, half God, of double nature that he tries to reconcile. He sees the evil of the world as it is, without any illusions, but he still choses to help people who wouldn't do the same to him. He sacrifices his everything for those who never fully understood his suffering, just because it's the right thing to do.

Arthur quickly grows aware of Dutch's fall, yet follows him until the end, paying the highest price for his goodness and faith in the wicked man. He sees that something is wrong, that Dutch no longer means safety, but stays with him. Jesus knew his traitor, yet let him eat at his table and welcomed him with kind sorrow.

Additionally, Dutch's "denial" of Arthur when he's in need resembles Peter, the second disciple who doubted Jesus.

Matthew 26:31-35

Peter replied, “Even if all fall away on account of you, I never will.”

“Truly I tell you,” Jesus answered, “this very night, before the rooster crows, you will disown me three times.”

But Peter declared, “Even if I have to die with you, I will never disown you.” And all the other disciples said the same.

Dutch always talked about loyalty to the gang, about sticking together, yet he left Arthur to die. He failed Arthur multiple times, "disowning" the one he supposedly cared so much for. Dutch acted like he would rather die than let the gang fall apart, and what has he done in the end? Ran away, saving himself and breaking all principles he claimed to stand for.

I could find more parallels, but the post is already quite lengthy. I also have an idea for another short analysis including another Bible story that I saw play out in the game, this time including John too.

Hope that any of that makes any sense lol

[do-androids-dream-ao3acc]

Darkness Settles In

BuckTommy | Chapter 2

-> Chapter 1 | AO3 version (please mind the tags!)

It was a very brief kiss, and it left Buck hungry. Hungry for more, for Tommy. 

For a split second, it seemed like that was what Tommy wanted, too—there was not only no resistance, but also little restraint. Because it had never been passion that they lacked, Tommy's kisses had always left Buck craving more. They had also filled him emotionally in ways he couldn't begin to describe, but that wasn't what Buck needed right now. And for what it was worth, he believed that Tommy felt the same way. That, even if it was cheesy, he couldn't resist Buck, which was one of the reasons why he kept coming back. His mind would not accept another explanation.

Nevertheless, Tommy was sensible; he’d always been the more reasonable one—insane, considering everything he had done to help his friends. He didn't push Buck away, yet gently placing his strong, warm hands on the other’s shoulders, he whispered, “We really shouldn’t.”

Somewhere deep inside of Buck, in the part of him that embodied morality and conscience, he knew Tommy was right. But perhaps morality and conscience had also died with Bobby. It certainly wasn't right to fill this void with sex, but if there was anything that could stop these nagging thoughts, this constant questioning of why, then it was this. 

“No, the only thing we shouldn’t do is care,” Buck rasped, searching for Tommy's eyes. 

That was a mistake, he regretted it immediately, because all he found there was exactly care. Tommy was by no means a weak man, but Buck had always been his soft spot, and he knew it. 

“We've done that before, and it didn't end well,” said Tommy. 

Buck shook his head. As if he didn't know. As if he didn't remember.

“I know that. A-and I’m not saying we shouldn’t talk about it, we really should, believe me. But this isn't about us. I'm... sad, Tommy. Lonely. Empty. And what's wrong with distracting me from those feelings for a moment? I know it won't change anything. But don't tell me you don't want me. I know that's not true.”

A strange expression crossed Tommy's face, mostly hurt, but he hid it immediately. Yes, that probably had hurt, and Buck shouldn’t have said it, like so many other things. What a strange relationship they had: always saying too much or too little. 

“We always express ourselves poorly,” he added, realizing too late he’d spoken his thoughts. “That's why we shouldn't do that, at least for a while. Let's stop talking or even thinking. Let's stop worrying.”

“It’s not that easy.”

“But it can be quite simple.”

Perhaps it was wrong. No, it definitely was the wrong way to deal with everything that went down in his life this way. To cope like this was anything but healthy, and it wasn’t fair to Tommy. And even though he knew all that, Buck wanted nothing more than to lose himself in Tommy's gaze for just one more hour, to feelsomething, just one more time. It was the wrong reason for doing so, but exactly the right degree of desperation. 

He grabbed Tommy's hands, which were still on his shoulders, using the momentum to push him across the room, as if in a dance. Paper bags rustled under his feet, and he moved somnambulistically through the remnants of his grief, as if he could simply push them aside. Instead, he pushed Tommy against the wall and covered his neck in kisses, just like he’d done before, in this very house, on this very wall. Even back then, it had been for the wrong reasons. It was something else he wanted to forget—not the act itself, but all the consequences and all the wrong decisions. This was probably another wrong decision, but it felt good, and Tommy squirmed beneath his lips. Not because he was trying to get away, but because he was enjoying it. 

Buck enjoyed his momentarily power. It was the only thing alive in his mind, even if it was wrong. His lips found that one sensitive spot on Tommy's neck, eliciting a deep, grunting growl from the man. Suddenly, he pushed back, sending Buck stumbling over an empty bottle; only Tommy’s strong hands prevented his fall and now pressed him against the wall. Passion darkened Tommy's gaze, as if he had been holding back for far too long, and it was evident in the kiss that followed. His tongue parted Buck's lips almost violently, even though he didn't put up any resistance at all, quite the contrary.

He remembered that first night in this house with Tommy well, even if the morning after had been one of his less memorable moments. As if this moment were a repetition, a déjà vu of said night, he grabbed for Tommy’s shirt. His lips were still moist from Tommy’s kiss, and he licked them to remember the taste as they both stumbled across the room, repeatedly reaching for each other. 

The bedroom was dark, even though the curtains on this window were open. Outside, evening had fallen, a gray sky interrupted by patches of pink that spread over the city and enveloped the room in shadow. The air was stale, the bed untouched, as if freshly made: Buck realized that he must have slept in the living room, perhaps for several nights. It was pathetic, but that's what he was, right? A pathetic, sad man. 

Buck pushed Tommy onto the bed. He sank down beside him and covered his body with kisses, and each of them felt like he was a drowning man, greedily gasping for air. As he pulled Tommy’s shirt over his head, he made sure his lips were everywhere, leaving a wet trail across Tommy's body. He was almost afraid to break physical contact, even for a second. How he had missed this, every single mole and every steel muscle. Tommy's body was a landscape that was familiar to him, yet he couldn't get enough of it. Still, he proceeded slowly. The urge to simply rip the clothes off the man and devour him had been there, naturally. But there was this voice inside of Buck telling him that Tommy deserved more. That Tommy was more than the catalyst he was currently using him as. And even though he couldn't give him what Tommy clearly wanted so badly—the reason why he was now lying here on Buck's bed with that veiled look in his pretty eyes—he wanted to be mindful of his gift. 

Perhaps he’d hesitated for a moment, had shown too clearly that the seeds of doubt were also present in him. Because Tommy beneath him, warm and yielding, stirred, seeking his gaze.  

“Are you sure it’s this you want?”

What a complex question. How could he be sure of anything? The answer was, presumably, that he was broken and needed fixing, even a temporary one. Yet this would only emphasize everything that was wrong with Tommy being the fix, wouldn’t it? Buck knew he couldn’t bear his own doubts being the thing sobering up Tommy. Unlike that night back then, Buck wasn’t drunk now, but he wasn’t entirely sane either. 

“I'm empty,” he confessed, very much aware of the ambiguity of his words and leaning into it, “I need something to fill me up.”

Tommy sucked in a breath, his hands clasping around Buck’s waist.

“Don't do that to me.”

His words were just a whisper, and yet for a moment Buck feared he had finally gone too far. The grip around his body was strong, but for good reason: a second later, he was manhandled, turned around until he was the one lying on his back. Tommy's face now had a somewhat closed expression, one that Buck recognized; and yet, above it all was a glimmer of desire, exactly what he wanted to see. After that, they didn't talk anymore.

Buck woke up at five in the morning. The cool breeze brushing his cheeks told him that Tommy must have opened the window at some point; just as the clock revealed that he’d slept for more than three hours straight, for the first time in a long time. He almost smiled, yes, he almost felt content, but the feeling only lasted for the fraction of a second. Then, the truth hit him again, like a wave that comes unsurprising, after you thought the tide was already gone. 

His gaze wandered from the ceiling to the other side of the bed. The sheet was pulled tight, as if no one had slept there. Buck remembered the moment after, how they’d lain side by side but without their bodies touching. As if a mere touch, an embrace, would have been much more intimate than anything they’d done before. They had lain next to each other, sweaty and silent, because there was nothing to say. Now, there was no sign of last night, not a single stain on the sheet, nothing to remind him that Tommy had ever been there. 

The silence in the house was almost eerie, which was perhaps why Buck had spent night after night in front of the television, using TV series as white noise that nevertheless brought no comfort. The silence also meant that Tommy had actually left, and this time he certainly wasn't out shopping for breakfast. This time, Tommy had left just as Buck had expected last time: quietly and secretly, in the middle of the night. 

And even though it was Tommy who’d left—again—, Buck felt guilty. Of course, the sex had been great, as exciting as every single time; he still didn't know if that was because sex with a man was yet so new, or because it was this man. Tommy with his soft, indulgent gaze, the man who’d always been there for him. Unconditionally, no matter how crazy Buck’s ideas had been – and admittedly, an eulogy for a long-forgotten gunslinger and, even more so, a helicopter chase were pretty crazy. Tommy, however, had never asked any questions, had never told him to shut up or get a grip. Many reasons for Buck to feel guilty, because even if the breakup had been a blow to the gut and Tommy had never explained himself, that was no reason to take advantage of the man like that. 

When he realized this, Buck sat up abruptly. He swung his long legs out of bed, but then remained sitting, his hands clasped tightly around his knees as if to steady himself. For quite a while, he sat motionless there, staring into the vague, receding darkness. Sure, it always took two to tango, but he had dumped his grief on Tommy and then numbed it with a blowjob. His gaze fell on his phone on the wobbly little bedside table, which he had been meaning to repair since he moved in. There was no message, no good-bye note from Tommy. Once again, Buck had taken everything the man had offered him and given nothing in return.

How could he ever have thought things would work out between them? Tommy was the quiet type, gentle and yielding, yet close as a clam. And himself? Buck just stumbled through life, rubbing people the wrong way. It had been so different with Tommy, but they’d both blown this. Perhaps the problem was that Tommy knew Buck far too well, while he himself had not even begun to understand the other—or himself, even.

Buck stood up to fill the time until his next shift began, but even the trivial task of making coffee reminded him of Tommy. When he arrived at the fire station, much too early, the sun was already shining brightly on the LAFD lettering on the wall. There was no point in sitting in the car for another hour, because the longer he stared at the building, the more vividly his memories of Bobby assailed his mind. For a moment, he wished he had something other than work to numb all these feelings. Perhaps there were easier ways to distract himself from the fact that his life was in ruins. That he’d lost everything good he ever had: his best friend, his boyfriend, his father figure. 

Buck entered the fire station with hurried steps, as if he could outrun his own thoughts. In his mind, he was mulling over excuses for the B shift to explain why he showed up at work so early, only to find that most of them were on site of some accident. So he strolled up to the gallery, where his brother-in-law was already sitting at the table, drawing circles on the tabletop with his fingers. 

“Uh,” said Buck, surprised, “what are you doing here at this time of day?”

“Could ask you the same thing,” replied Chimney, gesturing to the cup in his hand and adding, “It's not the fabulous coffee that's drawn you out at this early hour, is it?”

“Nah, I've had four or so already.”

Buck dropped into a chair. They sat there silently for a while, while Chimney didn't touch his coffee and Buck rolled the sugar shaker back and forth between his hands. 

“How does Maddie feel about you leaving the house so early?” Buck finally asked, just to say something because the general silence in the station was starting to bother him.

Chimney shrugged, “She doesn't sleep well when I toss and turn in bed, so…”

Buck leaned forward, searching the other man’s gaze. Maybe it was just the huge amount of caffeine he had consumed, but perhaps this was also a conversation that was long overdue.  

“L-listen,” he began, but Chimney interrupted him immediately, “Save the breath.”

Buck looked at him in surprise, cautiously probing, “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Chimney sighed, pushing the cup away. 

“Don't you think everyone already told me to not feel guilty? Last night, dinner at Hen and Karen's, dessert: Howie, it's not your fault.”

He laughed as his fingers formed exclamation marks in the air; a harsh and humorless sound. 

“But…”

“No buts. Bobby died because of me, there's no point in sugarcoating it.”

“No,” Buck said in such a harsh tone that his brother-in-law leaned back in surprise, raising his brows. “He didn't die because of you, if anything, he died for you. So, fuck this, spare yourself the self-pity, you're still alive. Bobby had good reasons for making that decision. So deal with it—we all have to.”

“You're not very good at that either, Buckaroo,” Chimney replied gently. 

Buck felt tears welling up behind his eyes, and it hurt to hold them back, even if it was better for his sanity. He shook his head, “We're not talking about me right now.”

“We're talking about Bobby, and somehow that has something to do with you,” Chimney said. “How’re you holding up?”

“I'm not gonna jump off the roof, am I?” Buck snapped, then ran his hands through his hair. “Sorry. I don't know. At least you have Maddie.”

“You know she'll always be there for you... oh, wait. That’s it! I was a bit out of it, I didn’t connect the dots…”

“About what?”

“Well, that Tommy showing up wasn't a coincidence. I thought Athena had called him, but it was you, wasn't it?”

The warmth in his cheeks was ridiculous. Buck asked defensively, “And?”

“And,” Chimney drawled, “now you're sitting here, long before your shift, because you probably didn't get much sleep either, judging by the look on your face. Which means you two idiots still haven't talked to each other, and you’re tearing yourself apart because of it.”

Buck swallowed hard, hoping that Chimney wouldn't draw the right conclusion from his red cheeks. Oh, I didn't sleep much, but not for that reason, he thought. But in the end, of course, he was right. 

“I can't sleep because of Bobby,” Buck returned, and that was true, too. “Because I don't know how to go on without him.”

“Well, then take a sip of your own medicine and call Tommy. We all need someone to talk to. Someone... outside of this,” Chimney said with a gesture, encompassing the firehouse. 

“Do you want my therapist's number?” Buck asked tensely.

Chimney opened his mouth to reply, but at that moment the main gate opened and the B shift returned.