#and HEAD EMPTY >:( >:( BUGGED OUT ON ME >:( >:( >:(

[idiopath-fic-smile]

(two people asked for more, so here's like 600ish additional words of Eliot not having a clue!)

They'd chosen their current headquarters partly because it was in an area of town that didn't see much traffic. The street was more or less empty, except for a few people starting to poke their heads out of doors, investigating the sound. His ears were ringing. He swallowed.

Nobody to chase. Nobody to subdue. Just a whole lot of sudden goddamn unanswered questions.

His phone rang.

"That was your car, right?" said Hardison. "CCTV footage's a little grainy, but I thought I could make out—"

"Yeah, it's my car," said Eliot. The smoke was beginning to clear, revealing a small pile of rubble. "Shit."

"Anyone hurt?"

"No."

"You better come back up, then," said Hardison.

"Y'all better come down," Eliot countered. "Whoever did this, if they could ID and locate my car, they likely know where we meet. Nobody's going back in there until I sweep it, and in the meantime—Lisbon protocols."

Lisbon protocols meant a series of evasive driving maneuvers, ending in a speedy trip to the closest safehouse.

Eliot took a breath and let it out. Shakier than he wanted. He would need to be calm, by the time Hardison and Parker rejoined him. His job was to keep them safe, and that meant—

"Grabbed your bug-out bag," said Parker, right beside him.

Eliot jumped. He saw Parker note this, and then he saw her visibly decide to move on.

"And tell you what, man, you better have a good reason why your emergency go-bag is so heavy," said Hardison beside her. "If your sourdough starter is in here, we are having words." And okay, Parker had clearly harnessed up and dropped from the elevator shaft, that much made sense, but Hardison agreeing to be strapped in for a free fall was out of the fucking ordinary. Eliot wasn't sure what his face was doing—hopefully nothing—but Hardison put a careful hand on his bicep.

"You okay?" said Hardison.

Eliot nodded and stepped away. "Nobody in the blast zone, and nobody suspicious in the area," he added. "Bomb must've been on a timer." He didn't bother saying what they both already knew: the bomb had gone off within minutes of Eliot's usual lunch trip. Odds were good someone was watching them closely.

"Take a breath, man," said Hardison.

"I'm breathing, alright?" Eliot snapped. If his oxygen supply had been cut off, he wouldn't have been able to picture so clearly how fucked they were. "What are we waiting for? Lisbon protocol, let's go."

"We're revisiting it later if you're actually okay," said Hardison.

"Revisit it in the goddamn car," Eliot gritted out. "We'll take Hardison's, once I've cleared it."

"I'm driving," said Parker.

"No way in Hell, you drive like a sack of raccoons," said Eliot.

Parker nodded. She didn't smile or anything, but he still sensed something like relief.

.

Hardison drove. He was decent behind the wheel, Eliot could admit that much. Generally, Eliot found it a little irritating all the things Hardison could do without trying all that hard, but at the moment—he'd take it.

After they were positive they had nobody on their trail, Eliot let himself slump down in the back seat and take a breath.

"So," said Parker, exchanging a glance with Hardison. "My bug-out bag doesn't include the 'talking about feelings' puppets, but we think it's probably time to talk about feelings."

Eliot eyed the door handle. He'd tucked and rolled from a moving vehicle before; it wouldn't be that hard to—

The child locks clicked on.

Hardison met his eyes in the rear view mirror. "Don't make me circle back and get the puppets," said Hardison. "Those things give my nightmares nightmares."

For the wnip meme if you're still taking them - no idea if you've seen Leverage (and no worries if not, of course), but I'd live for your Ready For Love / IDOAG-style take on the Leverage OT3, no matter the plot. The snark! The noodle incidents! The yearning potential always inherent in established-het-couple-plus-life-partner! It would be great.

oh my gosh, this is an amazing prompt and i love leverage!!! my first thought was that it would actually be very funny to put Elliott in a close-to-identical spot as Cosmo in Ready For Love, and then, uh. this happened:

The irritating thing about Hardison and Parker—

Well, there were plenty of irritating things about Hardison, too many to name, and at least two about Parker. Hers were the way she ate when she was feeding herself (Elliott still wasn’t over the time he’d walked in on her sprinkling Frosted Flakes onto a piece of pizza. “What?” she’d said. “It’s fortified with vitamins and minerals”) and the way she threw herself into danger even when Elliott was right there to take the hit. But the most annoying thing about them as a couple was that they had no shame, about anything.

“Anniversary cruise next month,” Hardison announced when Elliott slunk into headquarters on Monday morning, nursing a headache he’d been assured was not a concussion. “You coming?”

“I—am I coming,” Elliott repeated. “To your anniversary cruise?”

“Of course he is,” said Parker, dropping upside down out of the ceiling. “We already hacked into his calendar, he’s free.”

Elliott pinched the bridge of his nose, temples pounding. There were many, many things he could’ve said just then, chief among them “Seriously, again?” or “What is your goddamn addiction to having a third wheel around?” or “Do you two get off on being fucking pined at?” or even just a classic “Dammit, Hardison.” For reasons that surpassed his own goddamn understanding, what he said was,

“Next month’s not your anniversary.”

Parker flipped and landed soundlessly on her feet. “Yes it is,” she said. “September 16.”

“No,” said Elliott, with way more patience than they deserved, “y’all got together in August. August 28th.”

Hardison blinked. “Dude, you memorized our anniversary?”

Shit. Elliott could’ve hit himself. He had no cover, for knowing something like that. No real explanation, except for how closely he watched them.

“Well, you weren’t gonna do it!” Elliott blustered.

“Hey now,” said Hardison, “I think��I think I resent that. How could you believe I’d forget one of the most important days of my life?”

“Because you just did!” snapped Elliott.

Parker appeared at Elliott’s side (literally appeared; he hadn’t tracked the approach at all) with a bottle of painkillers, which she shook meaningfully.

“What?” said Elliott.

“I think she means ‘for the headache you’re suffering through for no good damn reason,’” Hardison suggested.

“Taking too many isn’t good for you,” said Elliott.

“Pain also isn’t good for you,” said Parker, and wasn’t that the truth?

“Oh, for god’s sake, gimme that,” said Elliott, pouring out two pills and swallowing them dry.

Hardison shook his head. “Why do you even have to be macho about how you take your Tylenol?”

“At any rate, we’re booking tickets for September,” Parker reported. “Three tickets, unless you’re busy. Which you’re not.”

“Because I’m coming on your anniversary cruise,” said Elliott disbelievingly.

“There, I think he’s catching on!” said Hardison. He and Parker high-fived.

See? Fucking irritating.

[twisted-lemy]

I’ll Take You To The Garden Of Eden

4.5k words

Gnc!Reader x Leona Kingscholar

CW: None

A/n: To all my og followers who were promised a Leona rut fic, this is for y’all~ ❤️ and since today (or yesterday, it depends on when I post this) was my birthday I decided to double down and finish this for y’all as a little present from me to you! Hope you all enjoy!! ☺️

Yuu swears if Crowley ever, EVER, makes them go out and do janitorial work at the ass-crack of dawn again they’ll force feed him his stupid hat. They mean, what could’ve possibly have needed to be cleaned so badly that Crowley had to bust into their room at 5am to do it? Nothing, that’s what.

Here they are decked out head to toe in their janitor coveralls walking the empty halls of the campus while carting a heavy-ass buggy of cleaning supplies and, lo and behold, everything is already spotless—like actually fucking gleaming in the damn sunrise. And it isn’t just the main school halls that are already clean; the classrooms, the bathrooms, the cafeteria, hall of mirrors, hell—even the locker rooms where the late-night hookups happen are already clean too! (To their surprise.)

What even was the point of being out here? Hell if Yuu knows, but what they do know is that they are going to go back to Ramshackle, get back in bed, and go the fuck back to sleep. And if anyone bugs them—and yes, that does include Grim and the ghosts, they’ll go fucking nuclear. They’ve checked almost everywhere for this supposed “mess” that Crowley woke them up to deal with and they’ve found nothing, so forgive them for being a bit hissy about wasting their precious sleeping time.

Sorry Crowley, but also not. Go kick rocks, Yuu’s going back to bed and getting their rest, like they deserve.

And so Yuu turns around and begins to make their trek back to their dorm. Well, that’s what they’d like to be doing, if not for the weird noises coming out of the school’s botanical garden.

Yuu frowns, praying to whatever gods that preside over twisted wonderland that this isn’t the mess that they’ve been tasked with cleaning up, but deep down, they already know that this is it. So reluctantly, Yuu pushes open the double doors to the garden, preparing to deal with whatever is getting in between them and a good night’s sleep as quickly and effectively as possible—

—Only to have their nostrils assaulted with the heady smell of sweat and earth that hung heavy in the air. The smell was strong, strong enough to completely throw Yuu off their game, making them stagger in place.

“What the hell?” They say incredulously, their hands covering their nose. The smell alone makes them want to say fuck it and go home, cuz obviously the smell could only have one origin; someone is fucking in the botanical garden! And Crowley called them to sort it out!

‘There is a mess that I need you to clean posthaste. Come prefect, quickly!—their ass. What the fuck, Crowley?! First you have them clean up the school, the overblots, and now this?! What the fuck?!

Y’know what? No. They are not dealing with that. They are not the fun police, chasity police or whatever police anyone wants to call them. It’s not their job to go out of their way to separate young lovers from an intimate moment of passion at ass-crack o’clock! If Crowley wants to have that “mess” cleaned up he can do it his damn self.

They throw their hands up in exasperation. Really, this bugs them something fierce. How could Crowley go and call them out to do jackshit? At least all the other times he did it there was some actual shit to be done, but this time? There isn’t anything. And that annoyed them. (Almost as much as the sleep they’re losing)

Spinning on their heels, Yuu turns around and begins to walk out the door with only two things on their mind; a bath—to wash the smell of sex off them—and the sweet, sweet embrace of unconsciousness.

But things are never easy for them. Sadly, taking the easy out would not end well for them. So, against their better judgement and common sense, they suck up their complaints and u-turn back into the botanical gardens and begin wandering around, looking for the source of the stench. Funny how fast they decided to follow through with Crowley’s dumb request, isn’t it?

It took them zero time at all to find its source—or, should they say, It took zero time at all for the source to find them.

Two heavy hands roughly grab them by the shoulders and tackle them to the floor, one hand easily restraining their arms, the other harshly pressing their cheek into the soft dirt.

“The hell you doin’ here, herbivore?” The familiar voice of one Leona Kingscholar growled out.

Yuu sputters. “I was cleaning, jackass! Croweley sent me—and lemme go!”

They jerk wildly in their assailant’s hands to no avail. The bigger man pressed all his weight down onto them to keep them immobilized, much to their dismay.

“The damn crow sent you?” He clicks his tongue. “I shoulda known—I ask him to do one thing for me and and keep quiet about it and he goes and blabs to the nearest gofer to do it for him instead.”

They frantically nod their head in agreement, hoping to curry some of the temperamental lion’s favor. “Yeah, I get it, Crowley’s an asshole and can’t keep a sect for shit, now can you get off?”

Leona sniffs. “I’m already in a foul mood, do you really want to take your chances and order me around, herbivore?”

Do they? It’s not like they haven’t fought the lion beastmen at his most fearsome before and won but do they really want to fight him again? Yuu definitely could… but honestly? They really don’t want to do that at 6 in the morning before classes.

“Maybe if you got on your knees and sucked my dick I’ll let you off with a warning this time instead of knocking your teeth in.” He says in lieu of their response, his tone snarky.

Yuu deeply inhaled, then sighed. “Sure.”

Yuu feels the grip on them soften, just a tad. “Huh?” The snark in his tone was forgotten in the face of their calm, resigned acceptance of his offer.

“You heard me, I’ll suck you off if it means you leave me to my peace before classes start.” They state, flippantly. “I at least want to get a good extra two hours of sleep before I have to deal with school and me sitting here in the dirt, in this musty garden, isn’t getting me there any faster. Do you want your dick sucked or not?”

There’s silence, followed by their arms being relaxed and the heavy hand on the back of their head being lifted. Yuu revels in the feeling of no longer having their face smushed into the dirt or their arms constricted as they crawl to their knees and stretch.

Finally allowed freedom of movement, Yuu turns their head in the direction of their assailant. Sitting just a few coin tosses away was a disheveled Leona Kingscholar. He sits in his school uniform, though the orange vest signifying his status as a Savanahclaw student was nowhere to be seen, just his partially unbuttoned white dress shirt and black slacks—however, as Yuu takes a closer look at him, they can see where it all falls apart.

His signature braids that usually sit in his hair are missing, and his white button up is sweat soaked, basically see through—which explains why his vest was missing—and his pants…

“Oh wow,” they whistle, eyeballing the way his pants strained against his impressive erection, “Looking a little worked up there, aren’t we, Kingscholar?”

The man in question looks off to the side red faced. “Shut up! You gonna suck me off or not? Or do you want that ass whopping after all?”

They raised their hands in surrender. “Sorry, I’ll stop. It’s just, it’s not every day that I get to see the ever prideful and untouchable Housewarden of Savanaclaw look so… uh, how do I say this? Desperate? Needy,” they snap their fingers, “Desperate And needy?

Leona snarls at them, his teeth bared. “I’m in rut, damn it! I can’t help it!” He bites down on his venom and sighs. “I had asked Crowley to get some sedatives so I could ride this out, but instead he called you…” His voice dipped into a sneer at the end.

“Hey, newsflash, horny, I didn’t ask to be here!” They point to themselves. “And clearly Crowley can’t be trusted to do his job—you asking him for help was your first mistake.” Yuu then sighed, closing the distance between them and pushing Leona onto his back. “But, I guess I’m here to fix whatever this is now—seeing that the crow didn’t.”

They run their hands up down his body, getting a self-indulgent feel for his impressive form, before rising back up to his chest and kneading it through his shirt. Leona’s breath hitched as they made contact.

“E-easy now, Herbivore. You don’t know what you're messing with.” He says through grit teeth.

“I’ve messed with bigger and badder than you. Stop trying to act like a tough guy. Just relax and enjoy yourself.” They say, their hands still massaging his chest. “Should be easy for you, all you gotta do is sit back and look pretty, I’ll be the one doing all the work.” Like usual—but that last part goes unsaid.

Hesitantly, Leona nods.

“Good boy. Now,” they apply more pressure. “Relax~”

The lion beastmen bites his lip in retaliation, not deigning to give even the slightest hint of a moan or groan in Yuu’s favor. Not that they mind. They like it when they struggle.

In lieu of a response, Yuu’s hands slowly trails down his body, deftly unbuttoning his dress shirt as they did and exposing his toned upper body to the early morning air.

They whistle at the sight, taking in his impressive form and marveling at how his sweat soaked body glistened in the early morning sun. “Damn, aren’t you a sight for sore eyes,” they lean in close and rub their face into his hairy chest, breathing in his scent—earth and the sour smell of musk. The smell sent shivers straight to their dick. “I could get used to seeing you like this.”

As they once again went to take in his scent a familiar heavy hand landed on the back of their head, startling them. “Ey, Herbivore, I thought you were working on me?” Leona says between breaths.

They remove their head from between his cleavage and look up at him. “I am, but who said that I can’t get some pleasure out of this as well?” With that, they shoved their face back into his chest, though this time they resumed kneading his chest as they sat and huffed his scent.

Leona however, despite his red face and somewhat labored breaths, sits amused and unimpressed above them. To that, Yuu takes offense. While they already knew that Leona was a tough nut to crack, to think that he was able to remain somewhat composed even in a situation like this? It pisses them off, that even with the intensity of their touches, he still manages to hold it together—but that only inspires them to try even harder. Put in more effort, so to speak.

Shifting their head, they find themself face to face with one of the bigger man’s nipples. Licking their lips, they close the distance and begin lightly kissing it—and to that, the first unmuffled moan escapes the beastmen’s mouth.

The sounds coming out of Leona’s mouth as they kissed his chest was like music to their ears. Each realized moan and sharp expletive out of the lion’s mouth was like a drug to them—it gave them the energy needed to redouble their assault with extreme vigor, all to hear him come undone above them. Now, with one of Leona’s “weaknesses” discovered, they begin an assault, using their teeth to tease the nipple while alternating between gently roaming their tongue around his areola.

Leona shivered under their breath, his body shaking with barely controlled energy as they left mark after mark all over his chest.

Finally, the man all but shouts, “Herbivore stop before I ruin in my pants—“

And they stop, their lips leaving the shivering man’s chest. Leona getting his own this early on isn’t in the cards for him, not if Yuu has anything to say about it. They back away from the beastmen and sit cross-legged, arms folded. The other stares at them in annoyed confusion.

“Th-the hell you doin’, herbivore” Leona pants, his chest heaving.

“Letting you come down from whatever this,” they make a vague gesture in Leona’s direction, “is. I can’t have you tapping out this early in the games and besides—”

As fast as they made space between the two, Yuu closes the distance and begins peppering Leona’s body with kisses and hickies, staring from his chest, down his abdomen, along his happy trail until they finally were face to face with his twitching bulge.

“—I promised to suck you off and I haven’t done that yet.” They say, a wicked grin appearing on their face as they pressed a kiss against the other man’s still clothed erection. ”You might wanna lay back, I’ve been told that my skills were a little too… much for the average guy to handle.”

Leona scoffs. “You think I’m anything like the average guy? Awful big talk from an herbivore”

They roll their eyes. He’ll end up regretting those words soon enough if they have anything to say about it. Yuu all but rips the belt from around the beastmen’s waist as they undo his belt, tear off his pants, and tug off the beastman’s (Leopard print. Really?) boxers allowing the beastman’s, admittedly quite impressive, cock to bound out and into the morning light.

“Damn, and I thought it was big before I took it out of your pants…” Yuu blanches at the sight of the monster standing proudly before them.

Leona, noticing this, smirks proudly and snarks, “What? Getting cold feet now? Herbivore?”

Their eye twitches.

Cold feet? Them? It’d be a cold day in hell before that ever happens—they mean, they’ve fought both Malleus and Grim’s overblots, god dammit. If they could do that and survive to tell the story then they can handle some dick. No matter how big, impressive… or generally intimidating the dick may be.

They shake their head and slip on a mask of indifference, easily masking their initial hesitation with a cool exterior. “Don’t get too full of yourself. I’ve sucked bigger.”

“Have you?” He questioned, a teasing lit to his voice.

No.

They haven’t.

That was a lie.

But Leona doesn’t need to know that, does he?

“Yeah, I did.” They lied, their voice dripping with a cool confidence as they gave his cock a few teasing jerks. “Jack’s a big guy, ya know? In height, muscle, and apparently, other things as well.”

Leona’s eyes twitched at that and his pupils narrowed dangerously into slits. His pride as a man somewhat attacked at the thought of being compared and found inferior to a freshman of all people.

“Why don’t you go suck his dick instead, since you wanna verbally slob on it here—” Leona yelps.

Yuu squeezed his dick, hard. “You asked and I answered truthfully.” Truthfully lying. “If anything, if I could handle him, I can definitely handle you.”

Leona scoffs and leans back, resting on his elbows. “Then do it already and stop talking. Show me these “skills” you boast so much about.”

Yeah, they’ll show him their “skills” all right. By the time they're done with him they’ll be the only thing he’ll be thinking about for the next few days. They snicker under their breath, their thoughts running wild.

Confident, they take the tip of his cock into their mouth, their tongue roaming around the head questioningly as its strong taste and heavy smell assault their senses. It was difficult, at first, to get a feel of what works and what doesn’t. Most of their usual tactics were rendered useless on a cock of Leona’s size—one that barely fit into their mouth.

But that doesn’t deter Yuu in the slightest.

They use their hands to make up for what they can’t do with their mouth, their left fondling his fuzzy balls and their right pumping his cock—and that made all the difference. Leona was panting like a racehorse, his chest was heaving, and his arms shook under the weight of his own pleasure—just barely able to support himself.

Yuu couldn’t see him from their place between his legs but man oh MAN could they hear him and what they heard sent waves to their ego. Serves him right for underestimating them.

“S-shit!”

Their thoughts abruptly stop and thier eyes blow wide open as the man involuntarily bucks up into their mouth choking them with his cock as the massive thing violently assaults the back of their throat. It takes everything in them to not gag—fuck, it takes everything in them to retain their composure and throw up on the man.

Yuu extracts themselves from the cock with a small grimace and a trail of slob connecting them to his cock, then they all but snarl, “Do I need to tie you down?? You about fucking chocked me, asshole!”

“Really? To me it looked like you took that small bout of deep throating like a champ.” He smirks and tilts his head, his face flushed red with tension. “Didn’t gag or anything. Now get back to work, I’m getting soft over here.”

They scoff, indignant to his words, then immediately getsssssszc back to work. This time, now that they, whether they wanted to or not, got a… feel for his size and what pleasurable acts he liked, they allowed themselves to be bolder with their advances. Slowly they lowered their head onto his cock, taking him into their mouth until his cock reached the back of their through again, but this time?

They aren’t stopping there.

No, stopping there would be pussy shit and they aren’t a pussy. This time, they kept going. Steadying themselves by placing their hands on the ground, they slowly push the cock, albeit hesitantly, past their uvula, down their throat and soon enough they find themselves nose deep in his bush—basically pressed against his pelvis. Yuu could feel Leona's girth press against their airways from their throat, rendering the process of breathing uncomfortably difficult, but the pain was so so worth it when they felt full body shudders start running down the beastmen’s body and heard his loud moan echo throughout the botanical garden unrestrained like the fierce roar of his animal counterpart.

“Shiiiiit, herbivore…” He sucks in a breath. “Your skills aren’t bullshit after all.”

Of course they aren’t. Contrary to how they hold themselves here in twisted wonderland and how “touch me not” they are with the people here, they were known for slutting it up back home between college classes and part time jobs. So naturally this is nothing to them and their plethora of experience and they’re just getting started.

Yuu’s hands rose from the ground and trailed Leona’s inner thighs, inching closer and closer to the beastman’s ass, but coming full stop before getting any closer. Inquisitively, they look up at Leona from their place. The man in question just gives an uncharacteristically jerky nod, understanding their intentions.

Now that consent is theirs, they resume, their hands continuing thier trek upwards until they reach his twitching hole. Yuu slowly prodded at the puckered hole with a finger, anticipating resistance considering how much of a tight ass leona could be but to their shock their finger slipped in easily. Laughably easy, in their opinion.

Now they know he’s good for it if he ever puts it on the table, good information, if Yuu says so themself, and that they don’t need to take baby steps in fingering him. Seeing that he’s probably taken much bigger to have obtained such easy access. (Yuu still can’t get over that. Like holy shit, the Leona Kingscholar has been bent before. Who woulda thunk?)

Finding his g-spot, his prostate, was easy and once they had contact they finally heard—no, felt, Leona come undone. Ragged breaths, unfinished words, a large range of sharp curses—in what Yuu can only assume is the twst’s equivalent to Swahili—to pitiful pleading. Y’know, the works. And Yuu had the luxury of hearing all of it as they made a full frontal assault on his g-spot.

Man, if they could magic up a second pair of eyes to glimpse even a fraction of his fucked-out expression, Yuu could die a happy janitor. Too bad they don’t have magic (Cough) but the obscene amount of pre forcing its way down their throat was confirmation enough.

“I’m getting close…”

They extract themself from his crotch and smirk at him. “You gonna cum for me, Leo?”

He nods jerkily.

“You wanna cum in my mouth?” They say, teasing, inviting.

Leona nods again, faster this time.

Yuu smiles at him, a hint of genuine enjoyment on their face—one that sent lava pooling in the beastmen’s lower gut and slick pre-cum oozing from the tip of his cock. He’s close. They can taste it.

And that sends an idea though their mind.

“Say… you’ve been so good about doing as I say up till now, so, why don’t I let you have a freebie? Just this once, seeing that you're at your limit now.”

He looks at them confused, too out of breath to verbally respond but his eyes speak for him and at that Yuu explains his reward.

“I’m gonna let you fuck my face until you cum.” They make a lewd gesture with their hand to their mouth. “I want you to gag me like you mean it. Just like you did earlier.” Leona’s eyes widened. They continue. “I won’t put up a fight either. I know a big strong sexy lion like yourself loves easy prey, so I’ll be Just That~”

Yuu grabs Leona's hands and places them on the back of their head, then lays theirs down on the ground in an act of submission. He stares at them, an unreadable expression on his face, but his eyes showing… worry?

“Don’t worry, I can take a lot of punishment.” They assure, then they say, “Now have at me! We have twenty minutes until classes start and I wanna get outta here before students start showing up!” Or Crowley asked them to do something else. But that ain’t either here or there.

“…You sure?”

Yuu responds by kissing the tip of Leona’s weeping cock, winking at him as they did and the effect is immediate.

Leona pushes himself to his knees and begins desperately thrusting into their maw. His thrusts are slow at first, as if he’s afraid of hurting them or going to far, but slowly that worry fades to the back of his mind as lust overpowered reason and his desire to finally have release—and also maybe have the luxury of painting the cocky herbivore’s mouth white with his seed has his thrusting speed gradually increase to breakneck speeds.

There is no warning between the wet noises of Yuu’s gags and Leona’s animalistic grunts of the soon approaching beastmen’s climax, only a loud roar was given as thick ropes of cum spewed into the back of their throat, dribbled from the corners of their mouth, out of their nostrils and onto their coveralls due to this continued thrusts. But he wasn’t done yet, no, just one orgasm wasn’t enough to satiate him. Not in his state.

His thrusts became more erratic—choking them with his cock—and the copious amounts of cum he produced somehow? All of it, forced down their gullet each time, and no, they did not spit any of it out.

No spitting here. Spitters are quitters and Yuu isn’t a quitter. (They aren’t—and the leakage earlier was Leona’s fault, not theirs. They take no responsibility.)

And it’s not like Leona would let them spit anyway. (Which they wouldn’t, just so you know) The beastmen kept at least nine inches in them at all times and that wasn’t even all of him, he held into Yuu’s head in a vice-like almost desperate grip as his hips bucked into their face, releasing one last monster of a load down their throat before pulling out his now flaccid cock and collapsing beside them in a sweaty heap.

“Holy,” they cough, a result of some semen going down the wrong hole during the face fucking. Their voice is raspy to their own ears but they take it as a job well done. “Uh, holy shit. You were pent the fuck up, weren’t you? Didn't know anyone could cum like that outside of porn. Heheh.”

Yuu collapses their back and glances at Leona. The man is breathing heavily with his eyes closed, a hand on his forehead.

Tentatively, they say, “You good?”

“…Shouldn’t I be asking you that instead, Yuu?” He says lowly, turning his head in their direction. “Is your throat ok?”

“I’ve been through worse.”

His eyebrow raises, then he smirks. “Yeah, like Jack?”

They nod, caught in a lie, but not willing to admit it just yet. “Yeah, like Jack. You should try him out for a test drive and see how your throat holds up after. Won’t be so funny then when you're the one sounding like Dr. Girlfriend for the next couple of business days will it?”

“Yeah, right. But seriously, are you doin alright? I don’t hold anything back.” He asks again, a concerned glint in his otherwise tired eyes.

Again, they say, “And I told you that I could handle a lot of punishment. This is nothing if not a minor inconvenience to me—the most bothersome thing is that I smell like dick, sweat, cum, and dirt now, but other than that, all is good.”

Yuu hobbles to their feet and stretches, then turns on their heels and begins to leave.

“You’re leavin just like that? You didn’t even get to off yourself though…?” The beastmen questioned, now in a seated position.

“Yeah, a shame, I know. I got classes and I need to get ready,” they groan then yawn, exhaustedly. “Double shame that I spent so much time on you, I missed my pre-class nap…”

“Why not skip classes with me if you're so tired? No one’s gonna keel over if you miss a single day of class.”

Actually someone might. That someone being Grim. Knowing him, he’ll fuck up a potion and somehow make mustard gas or devil’s bane or some shit. Really, anything could happen if they leave him unsupervised. Ace too.

And Deuce.

… Do they really want to go to classes today?

…

Yuu walks back over to Leona’s prone form and flops down beside him, laying down.

Leona smirks at them, his tail flicking. “Stayin after all, Yuu?”

They shrug. “I can’t be bothered to deal with anyone’s bullshit today without at least a full twelve hours of sleep first.”

Yuu cuddles into him and Leona reciprocates by throwing an arm around them.

There’s a moment of comfortable silence between them.

“I’ll pay you back for your help, Yuu,” Leona promised, breaking the silence.

“I look forward to it… and put your pants back on.”

Twsited-Lemy June 24 DO NOT REPOST

[pianokantzart]

Felt like the most character-accurate response out of all my options TBH.

[the-game-spirit]

feeling the overwhelming urge to replay isat for like the 5th time lads

[gifti3]

i kinda like how involved the gardening is in palia

[cattatoir]

Bc this is gonna be my personality for a week I think it’s kinda funny everyone really wants to defend Aziraphale from criticism. Like Crowley maybe could have had more insight but the angel can take a little criticism lol

Anyway the resurrectionist story I feel like was about a bit more than Crowley doing the right thing, like there’s two friends and one insists everything she’s doing is to help her other, more cautious friend, only that friend gets hurt and she goes on with her plans regardless. Even though after all that she gets fucked over 🧐

[moldwood]

on the topic of that post about traditions, i was also talking with some friends about how i really like the "modern traditional" aesthetics of overwatch. you can definitely tell its the future, but there's a lot of regional building techniques in places that allow it that also abandon western aesthetics in favor of embracing the culture of the maps area. i know it's to give each map a unique aesthetic and the creators were not thinking as deeply about it as i am, but i enjoy thinking too much. big central cities obviously need metal and glass and so forth to support the infrastructure, but on maps for smaller locations, you can see that they're made with mostly local supplies. it was on the mind because i saw a video about the stigma against grass thatched houses in africa and how theyre seen as a backwards way of living, when in reality theyre actually the most environmentally friendly way to make a house in the area and theyre also energy efficient. you dont need to run heating and cooling through a house that heats and cools itself, you dont need to worry about food spoiling if its kept chilled naturally, and you dont need to worry about costly repairs to your house if the materials are readily available. its trying to build every shelter in a western style to try to show the world that a place has been "civilized" that leads to the loss of efficiency and culture and history and a million other things. anyway i think im probably the only person who cares about the sociopolitical implications of the funny monkey with a laser gun game this much

[playingplayer2]

Hahahahahahahaaaaaaaaaaahelp

Guess who fell into a pool with an armful of things, a book, and their phone+headphones today, smacked their head hard enough to immediately get a huge ass lump AND, and, has to hide the fact that the pool cover ripped while breaking the fall unless they want to get (violently) kicked out by their grandfather lol :)

[dior-luxury]

How'd They React To You Skipping School

( ✧ ) ────── boyfriend stories . comedy/drama - she/her .

- [𝐜𝐡.] cater . leona. floyd . vil . rook . silver . sebek . malleus

- [𝐩:𝐬] none

Note: I had like no idea of what to post, so I just decided to post one of my drafts!

Cater Diamond

Cater is used to you doing your own thing, but when he realizes you're skipping school without telling him, it throws him off. He first notices your absence in class when he glances over at your usual seat and finds it empty.

"Huh? No way. Did she sleep in?" he mumbles, tilting his head.

He checks his Magicam feed just in case, and sure enough—there you are, chilling at a café, sipping on a fancy drink with a little dessert on the side.

"Omg. She’s out living her best life while I’m suffering in Trein’s lecture?? Rude."

At first, he considers letting it slide. After all, it’s not like he never ditches, but the more he thinks about it, the more a nagging feeling settles in his chest.

So, the second class ends, he shoots you a text.

Cay-kun 🧡: Baaaaabe, why am I seeing u on my Magicam instead of in class? U cheating on me with a strawberry shortcake? 😭🍰

You don’t reply right away. He sighs, leaning against a hallway wall. Then, an idea strikes him. If you’re going to skip school, why not have a real ditch day adventure?

Thirty minutes later, you’re peacefully enjoying your alone time when a very familiar voice chimes in from across the café.

"Omg, no way. What are the chances? I just happened to be in the area~", Cater says, sliding into the seat across from you with an easy grin.

You roll your eyes. "Cater, you totally left school to find me."

He laughs, taking a sip of your drink without asking. "Busted. But c’mon, how could I let my precious girlfriend have all the fun by herself? We could’ve planned a whole cute ditch day together!"

Though he’s joking, there’s a flicker of something else in his expression—concern, maybe? You don’t miss the way his fingers drum lightly against the table, the way his usual easygoing smile seems just a bit forced.

"Next time, at least tell me, okay? I wanna make sure you’re safe. Plus, if you’re gonna skip, might as well do it with style. Matching outfits, cute couple photos—the whole deal."

Even though he’s being playful, you know he’s serious. And honestly? You wouldn’t mind skipping with him next time.

Leona Kingscholar

Leona is no stranger to skipping school—hell, it’s practically his hobby. So when he hears from Ruggie that you didn’t show up to class, his first reaction is to scoff.

"Tch. So what? Not like it’s my problem."

But as the day drags on, something bugs him. He expected you to at least text him if you were gonna skip.

By the time lunch rolls around, his patience is gone.

Instead of going to class, he heads straight to his usual napping spot in the botanical gardens—where, conveniently, he finds you lounging on a bench, headphones in, eyes closed as you soak in the afternoon sun.

For a moment, he just watches. Then, with a sigh, he plops down beside you, one arm draped over the back of the bench as he tilts his head toward you.

"You got some nerve skippin’ without tellin’ me."

Your eyes snap open. "Leona? How’d you—"

"I am the king, y’know. I got eyes everywhere."

He leans in, his voice dropping to that low, lazy drawl that always sends a shiver down your spine. "So? You got a reason for dodging class, or you just felt like slacking?"

You mumble something about needing a break. Leona raises an eyebrow, letting out a deep sigh.

"Hmph. Well, can’t say I blame you. But if you’re gonna play hooky, at least do it right."

Before you can react, he shifts, lying down with his head in your lap, eyes already closing.

"Since you’re already here, you might as well stay. I ain’t letting you run off alone again—next time, you skip, you tell me first. Got it?"

His words are firm, but the way his hand lazily rests on your knee, fingers tracing absentminded patterns, tells you everything you need to know.

You weren’t just skipping school—you were skipping him. And Leona Kingscholar doesn’t like being left out.

Floyd Leech

When Floyd finds out you skipped school, the reaction is instant and dramatic.

It starts when he bursts into your dorm room, eyes glinting with mischief.

"Shrimpyyyyy~ Why weren’t you in class today?"

Before you can even answer, he flops down onto your bed, stretching like a lazy cat.

"I was soooo boooored. Sitting in class with no Shrimpy to tease? Ugh, it was awful!"

You roll your eyes. "Floyd, it’s just one day. I needed a break."

The air shifts.

Floyd props himself up on one elbow, his usual playful smile still in place, but there’s something more intense behind his eyes now.

"Hmm. A break from school? Or a break from me?"

You blink. "Wait, what? No, that’s not—"

Before you can finish, he’s suddenly on top of you, his long fingers gently but firmly pressing against your wrists. His grin widens, but his grip tightens just slightly.

"Y’know, if you wanted to play hooky, you could’ve just told me. We coulda done something fun together." His voice drops to a murmur, lips brushing against your ear. "But instead, you ran off all alone… That’s kinda mean, don’tcha think?"

Your heart skips a beat. "Floyd, I didn’t mean it like that—"

In an instant, his mood flips back.

"Hehe, just kidding~!" He suddenly rolls off you, laughing as he sprawls out on the bed again.

"Buuut next time you skip, I’m coming with you. No ifs, ands, or buts. Shrimpy doesn’t get to run away from me, got it?"

Despite the playfulness, you know he’s dead serious. And honestly? It’s safer to just agree. Because when Floyd wants something…

He gets it.

Here’s how Vil, Rook, and Silver would react to you skipping school, each in their own unique way!

Vil Schoenheit

Vil notices your absence immediately. He keeps a close eye on you—not in an overbearing way (or so he claims), but enough to know when something’s off.

It starts when he walks into class and sees your seat empty. He frowns.

"Where is she?" he murmurs, more to himself than anyone else.

Even Rook, who usually lets things play out naturally, raises an eyebrow at Vil’s reaction.

"Perhaps ma belle has decided to take an impromptu escape from the drudgery of academia?"

Vil clicks his tongue. "Hardly. She wouldn’t skip for no reason. Which means…"

His eyes narrow as he pulls out his phone and dials your number. It rings. And rings. No answer.

Vil is not amused.

By lunch, he has had enough. With a sigh, he closes his notebook, stands up, and says, "If the professors ask, tell them I’m handling a… personal matter."

A few students exchange glances, but no one questions him. When Vil Schoenheit is on a mission, he gets what he wants.

—

You’re lounging at a quiet spot near the outskirts of campus, enjoying the rare moment of solitude, when suddenly—

"There you are."

You nearly jump out of your skin at the sound of his voice.

Vil stands before you, arms crossed, his violet eyes burning with irritation.

"Would you like to explain to me why you’ve chosen to neglect your studies today?"

You stammer out something about needing a break. The pressure of school, the endless expectations—it was all just too much.

For a moment, Vil just stares at you. Then, with a sigh, he walks over and gracefully sits beside you.

"I understand," he says at last, his tone softer now. "But running away won’t solve anything, my dear. If you were overwhelmed, you should have come to me."

His fingers gently brush a strand of hair from your face, his expression unreadable.

"Your beauty, your mind, your potential—they are things that should be nurtured, not neglected. And if anyone dares to say otherwise, they’ll have to deal with me."

You swallow, feeling warmth bloom in your chest.

"But…" he continues, tilting your chin up slightly, "if you ever pull something like this again without informing me, I will drag you back to class myself. Understood?"

With Vil, skipping school is not just about missing lessons. It’s about maintaining excellence—and to him, you deserve nothing less.

Rook Hunt

Rook doesn’t need anyone to tell him you skipped school. He feels it.

The moment he steps into the classroom, a shiver runs down his spine. He scans the room, and sure enough—you’re missing.

"Ah… mon trésor, where could you have vanished to?"

Anyone else might have let it go. But Rook? Rook Hunt?

Oh, no, no, no.

This is a hunt.

—

You think you’ve found the perfect hiding spot—a secluded meadow just beyond campus. The breeze is gentle, the grass soft, and the world feels so blissfully quiet.

But then—

"Ah…! What a rare and exquisite sight! A most beautiful creature, escaping the confines of duty to embrace the wild!"

You jerk up, heart pounding. "Rook?! How—"

He smiles down at you, eyes glimmering with delight.

"My dear, you wound me! Did you truly believe you could evade me?"

You groan. "Can’t I have one day to myself?"

Rook simply chuckles, kneeling beside you. "But of course! And what a splendid setting you have chosen! Ah, the crisp air, the golden sunlight—it is a moment worthy of poetry!"

You sigh, leaning back. "So, you’re not going to drag me back?"

Rook tilts his head.

"Non, non, ma chérie. Who am I to interfere with the call of your spirit?" His voice lowers, eyes gleaming with something unreadable. "However… I must ask—were you running to something… or from something?"

You pause. You hadn’t thought about it that way.

Rook hums, plucking a flower and tucking it behind your ear.

"Whatever it is, you need not face it alone. If ever you wish to flee again… invite me along, oui? Let us embark on a grand adventure together."

His words are sweet, but the message is clear—next time, he will find you. And next time… you might not mind.

Silver

Silver is usually the one who accidentally skips class (thanks to his habit of falling asleep anywhere), so when he realizes you’re the one missing, it catches him off guard.

Lilia is the first to notice his concern.

"Looking for someone, Silver?" he asks, sipping his tea.

Silver hesitates. "She’s not here. She wasn’t in class this morning."

Lilia chuckles. "Ah, young love. Are you worried, or do you just miss her?"

Silver’s ears turn a little pink. "That’s not—"

But he is worried.

So, after finishing his morning duties, he sets off to find you. It doesn’t take long.

He finds you by a quiet stream, legs dangling over the edge, watching the water ripple. You don’t even hear him approach—until he’s sitting beside you.

"Skipping school, huh?" he says, voice calm but firm.

You sigh. "Are you here to lecture me?"

Silver shakes his head. "No. But I am here to make sure you’re okay."

You blink, surprised.

He gazes at the water for a long moment before speaking again.

"I get it. Sometimes, the world moves too fast. Sometimes, you just… need to stop." He exhales. "I’ve felt that way too."

His honesty takes you off guard.

"But," he continues, turning to look at you, "you don’t have to bear it alone. If you ever need to slow down… let me stay by your side."

Your heart clenches at the sincerity in his voice. Silver has always been gentle, always patient—but beneath it all is a quiet strength, one that makes you feel… safe.

He offers you his hand. "Let’s go back together. But if you really don’t want to, then I’ll stay here with you."

You stare at his outstretched hand. And for the first time today, you don’t feel like you have to run.

Because with Silver beside you, the world doesn’t seem so overwhelming anymore.

Sebek Zigvolt

Sebek prided himself on being alert, disciplined, and ever-diligent in all things—so when he noticed your absence from class, his first instinct was absolute outrage.

"Where is she?!" he bellowed the moment roll call finished, slamming his hands down on his desk.

The entire class turned to stare. Even Lilia, who was used to Sebek’s theatrics, raised an eyebrow.

"Calm yourself, Sebek. I’m sure she has her reasons," Lilia said, sipping his tea.

Sebek whirled around. "Reasons? What reasons could possibly justify this?! My human— I mean, my beloved has abandoned her education!"

His heart raced in his chest, not just from frustration, but from concern. What if something had happened to you? What if you were in danger? What if—gasp—you were avoiding him?!

No. Unacceptable.

Without hesitation, Sebek stormed out of class, determined to find you and drag you back to school himself.

—

You were relaxing in a quiet corner of the gardens, lying beneath the shade of a tree, finally enjoying some peace. That is, until—

"HUMAN!"

The roar of your name nearly sent you flying out of your seat. Before you could even react, Sebek loomed over you, arms crossed, golden eyes blazing with intensity.

"You dare to SKIP CLASS?! What kind of nonsense is this?! Have you no sense of duty?!"

You groaned, rubbing your temples. "Sebek, please. Not so loud."

"LOUD?!" he repeated, even louder. "How can I possibly remain quiet when you have committed such a heinous act?! Skipping school—DISGRACEFUL!"

You sighed. "I just needed a break. I wasn’t in the mood for class today."

Sebek scowled. He wanted to scold you further—to lecture you on the importance of education, of discipline, of honor—but then… he saw the tired look in your eyes.

His frustration wavered.

"You… were not in the mood?" he repeated, his voice softer now.

You nodded. "I’ve been feeling overwhelmed. I just wanted to breathe a little, that’s all."

Sebek stiffened. His grip on his arms tightened. His natural instinct was to demand you push through it—to insist that duty must always come first.

But then… he thought of Lord Malleus. How often had his master been told to put his responsibilities first? How often had he been isolated because of that very thinking?

Sebek hesitated. Then, very slowly, he sat down beside you.

"If you were feeling unwell… you should have informed me." His voice was still gruff, but gentler now. "It is my duty to stand by your side, no matter the circumstance."

You blinked, surprised by the change in his tone. Sebek? Being understanding? That was new.

He cleared his throat. "But! This does NOT mean I condone such behavior!" He huffed, turning away. "If you must rest, then rest properly! Not by… skipping school like some delinquent!"

You smiled. "So, you’re not mad?"

"OF COURSE I AM—!" He caught himself, exhaled sharply, then muttered, "…Just do not make a habit of it."

You giggled. Despite all his dramatic ranting, you could tell he was genuinely worried about you.

And maybe, just maybe… Sebek Zigvolt cared more about your well-being than he let on.

Malleus Draconia

Malleus immediately noticed your absence the moment he stepped into class.

At first, he thought you were simply running late. But as the minutes passed and your seat remained empty, his usual calm began to crack.

"She is not here," he murmured to himself, fingers tapping lightly against his desk.

Lilia, watching from the side, smiled knowingly. "Ah, young love. Worried already?"

Malleus said nothing, but his green eyes darkened.

The moment class ended, he vanished. Not even his retainers could stop him.

—

You were peacefully sitting beneath a willow tree, flipping through a book, when the sky suddenly dimmed.

A chill ran through the air. The once-bright afternoon grew darker, as if the sun itself was hiding.

And then—

"There you are."

Your head snapped up. Standing before you, tall and regal as ever, was Malleus. His emerald gaze bore into yours, unreadable and intense.

"You did not come to class today," he stated. Not a question. A fact.

You swallowed. "I just… needed a break."

Malleus was silent for a long moment. Then, he took slow, deliberate steps forward.

"A break," he repeated softly. "From school… or from me?"

Your eyes widened. "Wait, what? No, Malleus, I—"

Before you could finish, he had closed the distance. He stood so close, his presence towering, consuming.

"Do you understand how worried I was?" His voice was gentle, yet firm. "You disappeared without a word. Do you truly believe I would not seek you out?"

You fumbled for words, guilt creeping into your chest.

"I didn’t think it would be a big deal—"

"You are my beloved."

The way he said it—so matter-of-factly, so absolute—made your breath hitch.

"Everything about you is a 'big deal' to me."

Your heart pounded. You opened your mouth to respond, but Malleus was already sitting beside you, his usual regal demeanor softening.

"If you wished to escape," he murmured, "you need only call for me. I would take you anywhere you desire."

His fingers ghosted over yours.

"But next time, do not disappear on your own. My heart does not take well to such… uncertainty."

A lump formed in your throat. You hadn't meant to worry him—not like this.

You turned, meeting his gaze. "I promise. Next time… I’ll tell you."

His expression eased, and a rare, soft smile graced his lips.

"Good."

And just like that, the sky brightened once more.

Malleus Draconia was no stranger to solitude. But when it came to you…

He would not tolerate being left behind.

[steddiehyperfixation]

silly little thing for my @steddiebingo prompt: nerds | 758 words | G/T |

"Hey, maybe he can help," Robin says, sweeping a hand towards Dustin who's just walked into Family Video for his regularly scheduled afterschool bug Steve and Robin time, interrupting their conversation.

"Oh come on." Steve shakes his head. "The kid doesn't want to hear about my trash heap of a love life."

"Oh, no, I absolutely want to hear about that." Dustin perks up at the opportunity to learn about Steve's trivial suffering.

"We're trying to figure out why Steve goes on a million dates but can't seem to find someone he actually likes," Robin fills Dustin in. "Tell him, Steve."

Steve groans, dragging his hands over his face before splaying them out sarcastically, as that's the only thing he can really do in protest right now. Dustin's looking at him expectantly, and Steve has no choice but to tell the kid all about Linda and Heidi and Brenda and Lucy and whoever else he's been out with recently, doing his best to answer any subsequent questions as PG as possible.

"Well of course you haven't found the one yet, you keep trying to date a bunch of normal, basic, girly girls. That's not your type," Dustin informs him once Steve's done talking.

Steve raises his eyebrows. "Oh, it isn't?"

"You can't really be that stupid, can you?"

"No, please, Henderson, enlighten me on what you think my type is."

"You're into nerds," he says like it's completely obvious.

Steve scoffs. "I am not into nerds. You know, just because I hang around you little weirdos all the time does not actually mean I want to hang around even more weirdos in all the other aspects of my life too."

"Seriously, Steve, think about it," Dustin argues. "Think of all the girls you've actually been really genuinely into in your life. They've all been nerds! Nancy-"

"- is not a nerd."

"She's a straight-A student and a journalism super geek. She's a nerd."

Steve rolls his eyes and sighs grudgingly. "Alright, fine, but-"

"And you were into Robin-"

Robin wrinkles her nose. "Ugh, don't remind me."

"-who you can't deny is definitely a nerd," Dustin continues.

"You know what, actually, he does have a point," Robin says.

Steve looks at her in betrayal. "Don't encourage him!"

"That girl you told me about that you liked in middle school who was super into Star Trek, and the other one who wanted to write a fantasy novel one day- oh and the elementary school crush who was always reading a new book every day..." Robin lists, ticking each one off on her fingers.

"I told you all that in confidence!"

"They were all nerds!"

"Exactly." Dustin grins, vindicated and insufferably smug. "Ergo, you, Steve Harrington, need to find yourself a nerd."

"I am not into nerds!" Steve protests hopelessly.

"What more proof do you need?" Dustin says. "You're into nerds."

"Totally into nerds," Robin concurs.

Steve huffs and throws up his hands. "Fine! I'll admit I'm into nerds if it will make you two shut up about it!"

Eddie happens to wander into the previously empty store at that exact moment, catching the tail end of the conversation as he approaches the counter. "What's all this about nerds?"

Steve freezes, glances Eddie over and stares at him strangely for a few long seconds. "Holy shit," he mutters.

His gaze cuts to Robin, whose eyes go wide when she meets his look. "Holy shit," she agrees.

"Oh my god."

"Oh my god."

"Dude."

"Dude!"

Eddie blinks at them. "Are you two having some sort of joint stroke or something?" He looks at Dustin as if the kid might have a better clue of what's going on. "Can you understand them?"

Dustin shrugs, equally mystified. "Don't look at me, man. They're weird."

The incomprehensible parroting conversation is still going on.

"Okay," Steve's saying, taking a deep breath in through his nose and exhaling determinedly.

"Okay?"

"Okay."

"Okay." Robin grins and shoves at his shoulder.

Steve finally turns back around and leans on the counter in front of Eddie with a classically charming smile. "So, Eddie, are you free on Saturday?"

Eddie smiles back despite his confusion. "Yeah-"

"Oh my god!" Dustin bursts out suddenly.

"Oh my god," Robin agrees with a knowing smirk.

Eddie glances at Dustin. "Oh no, not you too."

Steve exhales a long-suffering sigh and pushes himself off the counter, marching around to grab Eddie by the hand and drag him away from Dustin and Robin. "So. Saturday?"

"He's into nerds," Dustin whispers, wide-eyed.

Robin nods sagely. "He's into nerds."

[pearlymel]

A baby ?!

Summery: his departure always bugs you, and surprise, it was just your lil hormones messing with you.

Wc: 3.4k

Warnings: Fem!reader, sfw because we decided to be sweet, pregnancy, reader is pregnant, there are some suggestive comments but that's all. Happy ending because i love yall.

Part one and two if you missed it my loves.

Notes: welcome to part 3 which i believe is the last part. I am kindly asking not to ask for a part 4 because i have run out of ideas. If i ever decided to write for capitano again, it wouldn't be part of this series, it would be like headcanons instead, you could imagine the reader being the same, apologies for spelling errors and thank you. :)

Credits: the art of the left panel is by @/reaperpie

Fall was slowly approaching in Snezhnaya, and you had already expected it to be colder than the normal autumn. Which to your bad luck, it was not a suitable place for your picnic’s.

Your husband has continuesly rejected your date ideas, but you expected that anyway, you knew he couldn’t. He had duties to attend to, responsibilities to the Fatui, to the Tsaritsa, to the world. He couldn’t stay, as much as you—he wanted to.

It's not fair, You think while pouting as you stare outside the window with your chin resting on the palm of your hand, looking like a princess in need to be rescued from the tower. Your thumb toying with the diamond ring resting around your ring finger.

“Ugh, it's unfair baby.” You slump back on the bed, while your little fur baby only meowed at you in return, the orange cat jumping on the bed to make itself warm on your lap. “meow back if he doesn't love me.”

You're met with silence, only happy purrs reach your ears, and you grin, “obviously he loves me, obsessed even.” Your hand reaches to slowly pat the kitty.

“I miss him.” You sigh dreamily, deciding to stand up while carrying kitty with you so it doesn't feel left out. You make your way towards the desk in the corner, pulling the seat to take your place before pushing yourself closer to the desk.

You rest the kitten on your lap again—who quickly adjusts like nothing happened, looking as sleepy as ever.

You open the drawers to take an envelope, some wax, a stamp, a paper, and a quill.

Yeah, you're going to write him a letter, he said he didn't mind recieving even hundreds of letters from you.

How romantic.

“Dear, husband.” You start, dipping the quill in ink to brush it along the neat surface of the paper.

“i miss you.” you narrow your eyes at the empty page, saying that you miss him felt too boring.

“i utterly miss being next to you.” Hm, it lacks excitement.

“Please come back soon or i will run away.” Huh, you could already imagine the army's he would send to search for you.

“i want you inside—” okay, now you're being desperate.

You rest your arms on the desk, leaning your head on them while sighing.

—

“Do you know when will he return?” You politely ask one of the guards in front of the estate’s gate. Your hands together behind your back.

A leaf flew by in front of the guards with still no answer from them, and you narrow your eyes, wondering if they even heard you in the first place.

Finally, one of them shook their head and you only sigh in resignation, “thank you.” You mumble before heading your way back inside the estate.

It has been more than two weeks since he left, and he would sometimes send you neat letters to inform you about his well being, but the last letter you received was about a week ago, it was worrying you.

“My lady, are you okay?” Your personal maid, Marina, asked out of concern, watching you put an apron with a frown plastered on your face.

“Just hungry.” You take the glassy bowl, eggs, flour, butter, and sugar. Then you set them on the table. “I can help you.” Marina stands next to you, taking the butter to melt it.

“you want to make cookies, correct?” She asks, and you nod with a small smile. With the butter fully melted, you begin mixing in the sugar, beating the mixture until it becomes light and fluffy. The repetitive motion of stirring is almost meditative, and for a brief moment. “Baking is rather calming, i should've tried it before.”

Marina chuckled softly at your admission, a knowing smile on her face. "Yes, baking can be quite therapeutic," she stated, watching as you mixed the sugar and butter together. "I've found that working with your hands, especially when it involves creating something good to eat, is a great way to clear your mind," she continued, adding chocolate to the bowl.

You had both finished combining the ingredients, and the room was now filled with the warm, comforting fragrance of cookie dough. Marina stood beside you, watching as you shaped the dough into small balls and placed them on a baking tray. As you finished placing the last cookie onto the tray, you and Marina stood together, admiring the array of small, round cookies waiting to be baked in the oven.

The sounds of the gates opening is what catches your attention next, making you stand up from your chair to immediately abandon the kitchen and rush towards the entrance, your eyes searches him when you reach the front door, and surely enough, your husband has arrived.

He looked almost disheveled, tired, yet he still held a straight posture.

Capitano's weary eyes widened behind his helmet as you rushed into his arms, his body stiffening as if caught off guard by your sudden affection. But the tension in his form swiftly melted away as he wrapped his strong arms around you. His grip was tight, as he pulled you against his body. He was silent for a moment, his chin resting on the top of your head, his chest rising and falling with deep breaths as he held you.

“I…” you want to break the silence, you want to tell him how much you missed him. “I missed you.”

Capitano's grip intensified as your voice reached his ears, he was more than relieved to hear those words. To know that somone dear is waiting for him, someone as precious as you that he's willing to risk his life for.

He exhaled deeply, "I missed you too," he whispered, making sure the words only reached your ears. He pulled back slightly to look down at you, his gaze raking over you as if to confirm you were real and not a trick of his tired mind.

Capitano allowed you to lead him inside afterwards, his hand careful to be gentle when holding yours. The weariness in his body was evident as he stumbled a bit as you pulled him along. However, he matched your pace as best he could, following obediently as you guided him to your chambers.

Being greeted by the familiar room before him made his shoulders relax, the only place where he can be himself.

"How was is it? Being away from your wife for more than two weeks?" You ask while your hands started working on helping him out of the thick layers of his heavy, dirty clothing. Each layer you removed revealed more of his muscular, battle-worn physique, the scars and marks on his body a testament to the dangers he had faced.

He paused, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips as he noticed your pout. He reached out a calloused hand and gently tugged at your lip, "It was a long two weeks," he admitted gruffly. "I have missed you sorely.”

“I'm sure you did,” you hummed, walking towards the closest to grab a sweater for him. "Don't pout like that," he chided gently, "You're making me feel guilty.”

You try hiding your smile when you hand him his new warm clothes, your arms crossing next, “as you should.”

"I've missed that pout," his lowers his voice, "but I don't miss your little attitude.”

You shrug, “i don't know what you're talking about.” Capitano's gaze held yours unflinchingly, his eyes studying your expression. He knew you were baiting him, daring him to guess your reason for being upset.

"Let me see.." he started, his voice taking on a tone of mock contemplation. "Perhaps it's the fact that I was gone for more than two weeks and left you here all alone. That's a start, is it not?”

“maybe.”

"Or perhaps it's the fact that I didn't send you a letter everyday and left you wondering about whether I was alright or not. Hmm, that could be it, couldn't it?”

“Go on.” your raise your eyebrow while tapping your feet impatiently.

"Or maybe," he stepped closer, taking a few strands of your hair in between his fingers, "It's because I didn't come home and ravish you as soon as I returned, instead letting you pout and sulk and complain like a spoiled little thing.”

He could see right through you; the way you suddenly straightened your stance and tried to act nonchalant only confirmed his suspicions.

You gasp, ”whaaaat? Nonsense.”

"Is that so?" he drawled, his hands now taking your upper arms, his thumb thumbs rubbing circles around your skin "i will make it up to you, my wife.”

Despite his promise that you could do later, you wanted him to rest more than anything, so you make him sit down on the bed while you leave to get the cookies you baked together with Marina.

“You have to tell me your opinion.” you hand him one of the chocolate chip cookies. Capitano let the taste of the chocolate chips and the buttery cookie dough settle on his tongue for a moment. He swallowed, his gaze still fixed on you, before giving his verdict.

"They're good," he admitted, "Better than good, actually. Well done.”

Praise kink goes crazy huh? Your smile widens, and it makes you feel all giddy, as you took a bite of the cookies as well.

He leaned back against the plush bedding of the bed, his strong arms resting on his lap as he observed you. "You've been busy while I was away, hm?"

“Not really, more bored than busy.”

“… i am sorry. I do not mean to leave you alone.”

You scoot closer to him once you see how guilty he looks, you sit next to him, your head resting on his shoulder. “When do you have to leave again?”

Capitano's silence spoke volumes, pausing before answering, "My duties are unpredictable, and there's no telling when the Tsaritsa will call for me again. I cannot give you an exact timeline, and that is the reality of what I do. I am a warrior first, a husband second.”

Ouch, that's fine. Totally fine.

You knew what you were getting into when you married him, after all. Still, a part of you couldn't help but wish for more. The thought kind of makes you sick… quite literally.

“I think the cookies had too much sugar.” You put the dessert back on the plate before standing up from the bed. “Shall i go get you wate—”

“no, thank you. I can do it.”

—

You were rotting in bed. From the morning, and now it's afternoon. It makes you feel useless since you barely did anything.

Capitano left before you woke up, even though he promised to return later today.

You felt miserable, your body weak and your spirits low. It was a mixture of loneliness, hormones, and the unease bubbling in your stomach. Capitano's absence only made it worse, adding to the feeling of helplessness that had settled upon you.

You tossed and turned in the bed, the plush sheets tangling up around you as you tried to find a comfortable position. But no matter how much you shifted, the discomfort in your stomach remained, persistent and nagging.

“Make the pain go please, I'll take any disgusting medicine,” you tell Marina weakly as you look up at her while she sat on the wooden stool next to you.

"I can give you some ginger root. It might help soothe your stomach.” she offered gently, handing you the ginger root she prepared just for you.

“… i lied i can't take anything disgusting.”

Marina chuckled softly at your admission, "I thought so," she said, setting aside the ginger root. “Have you considered telling Lord Capitano?”

You shake your head, “not that he's here. It's not that important.” you cover half of your face with the blanket, “why though? Isn't it just a normal cold from the change of weather?”

It was clear that you were trying to downplay the severity of your symptoms, perhaps not wanting to worry anyone or admit that something might be seriously wrong.

"Dearest, it's not just a cold," she chided gently, "the symptoms you're describing are not typical of a mere cold.”

You frown, “is it not?”

She shook her head, her voice soft but serious. "No, it's not. The nausea, the fatigue, the changes in appetite...these are all common symptoms of something else." Shee paused for a moment, "my lady, have you considered the possibility that you might be... Pregnant?”

You immediately rise from the bed, sitting down with eyes wide to stare at her, "what? Pregnant?” you ask in shock.

"I shall ask for a healer right away, my lady.”

—

You stare outside the window at the dark skies, although your eyes fixated on the gates opening, indicating his arrival.

You almost flinch when he dashes inside your shared chambers, taking his helmet off but not bothering to take the rest off before he's gently grabbing you by your arms.

“where?” He asks urgently, “where are you injured? Who did it? Do not hesitate to tell me.” He says in a dangerously sharp tone, his eyes searching for even a single scratch on your body.

“what… are you talking about?” You raise an eyebrow, and your unbothered state made him confused. “the healers were here, yet you're not injured?” he blinked before sighing, his hands caressing your arms instead, “then why? Are you sick?”

“Sick… no not sick.” You tell him, your hands ever so gentle taking a hold of his face, “… but pregnant. I'm pregnant.”

You both stare at eachother, both of you holding your breaths. You have never seen him so distracted, like he didn't hear you the first time.

Does he hate it? You never thought of the possibility.

“Capit—” before you could continue, he's down in one knee and you're bewildered, unsure of what to do.

“you're carrying our child.” he utters out so softly that you think you might tear up—and you really are in the verge of tears. He takes your hand, he's held your hand many times, but this time it feels different, he holds you like you're glass, he's so careful with it.

“I swear to protect you both, and put you both first. Should anyone hurt you, i will not hesitate to draw my sword, if i ever hurt you… then you should not hesitate to draw your sword on me.” his words hung in the air like a sacred vow.

You tried to speak, to respond, but only a soft gasp escaped your lips. Tears welled in your eyes, and you could only stare at him, utterly overwhelmed.

Capitano's gaze softened even more as he saw the tears falling down your face. He rose to his feet in one fluid motion, his hand still holding yours in a gentle but firm grip, he reached out with the other hand, his large palm cupping your cheek to brush your tears away. “Don't cry, I'm here.”

His embrace, so warm, so protective around you that it eases every single thought in your head.

Everything is going to be okay. With him, it will.

—

Months passed in a blur of morning sickness, cravings, and blossoming excitement for the new life growing inside you. Capitano, as promised, was by your side through it all and he went away for more than a week.

He attended to your every need, from getting up in the middle of the night to find the most ridiculous late-night snack, to comforting you on days when you felt overwhelmed by the changes happening to your body.

You rest back against the bed’s headboard while tracing random shapes on the skin of your swollen belly, a hum of some sort of song followed after. You stop once you hear the sound of slow footsteps, catching your husband freeze.

“I'm sorry, i didn't mean to stalk you like that—”

“you're so silly. Come here, honey.” You pat on your empty side with a smile, inviting him to share this moment you.

Capitano took his place next to you then continued watching as you gently caressed your belly, tracing over the stretch marks with your fingers.

“They're beautiful, you know.” he speaks first, as if sensing what you were about to say. “Beautiful?” You repeat. He lifted your hand to his lips, gently pressing a kiss on your knuckles before he replied, his voice a soft murmur. "Yes, beautiful. They're a sign of life growing within you. A sign of strength. Of creation. That's beautiful.” he continues his trail of kisses to your arm up to your shoulder, “I want to kiss every inch of you, stretch mark or not.”

You've come so far with him that it feels surreal, it feels right, “i love you.” You whisper to him, turning your attention to him again. “I love you.” he doesn't hesitate to say it back, the declaration coming out of his tongue smoothly like it was meant to be.

His hand then moved to your growing bump, "and I love this," he added. “This?” You giggle.

"Mhm," Capitano confirmed, his hand now rubbing your belly in slow, soothing circles. "This. Our baby." His eyes flickered up to yours, "We created this," he continued, his voice with pride and awe. "Our love made this.”

Love.

—

Were toddlers always this fast? Because one second he keeps an eye on her then the next he looks around before she's gone right from infront of him.

He was supposed to play tea party, but a little butterfly flying creature must've caught her attention.

Capitano, despite his size and strength, found himself struggling to keep up with your energetic three-year-old daughter.

He chuckled as he chased her around the garden, his large frame a stark contrast to her small, fleeting form. As she ran past you, you couldn't help but burst into laughter at the sight of your husband's face, "almost got her," he panted out, his hand on his knee as he attempted to catch his breath.

“You got this old man!” You decide to tease him from behind, laughing endlessly from the sight. Though he shot you a mock glare through his labored breaths, “old man, huh?" he grumbled, straightening up and crossing his arms over his chest. "You think I'm old now, do you?" he continued, raising an eyebrow playfully. "I'll show you 'old,' darling." With that, he took a step further to sweep you off your feet, carrying you effortlessly in his arms, and your smile only widens.

“Me!” Your little girl raises both of her arms at her father, and he kneels down to carry her in his other arm. Now carrying you both in each arm.

“Oh, how strong.” You tease, poking at his bicep and he shakes his head almost shyly, “papa, butterfly.” Your daughter proceeds to show you both the butterfly she caught, the little creature doesn't seem scared of her as it rests on her tiny fingers.

“Looks pretty,” Capitano smiled, his expression amused as your daughter leaned toward the butterfly, attempting to kiss it. "Careful now," he warned gently. "Don't scare it away." He watched as the butterfly fluttered its delicate wings at her attempt and she giggles.

"You have to be gentle," he told her, his voice soft. "Just like how you handle the kittens.”

She gasps, suddenly remembering the cat that's half asleep on the grass with the three of you. “Kitty!” She shouts at the cat, jumping off Capitano’s arm so suddenly that it makes him gasp, worried that she might’ve injured herself.

“she's fine.” You pat your husband's chest and just like that, he's relaxed again. “i think our cat is tired of her sometimes.” You get down as well, watching how your daughter carried the lazy cat in her arms to run in circles with her. The cat that grew within these years, from a mere kitten to a big cat now.

"I think we should just be glad the cat hasn't hissed at her or swatted her yet," he sighed, and you hum in reply, “i don't think it ever will. That cat has been clinging to my belly ever since i was pregnant. Kept me warm i must admit.”

You grin when your daughter runs back to both of you, carrying the cat in the air, it's eyes almost closed, unbothered, "meow."

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[gis3lla]

seriously didn't mean it.

“seriously. stop chasing after me you freak,” is what he said after you had given him the 4th lunch for the week. your hands still offered that bento box out when he let out another grunt, hating how stupid you looked, chasing after him. you sighed as you shoved the bento box into his chest. you couldn't help it though. you liked him ever since you laid your eyes on him, almost like love at first sight. an angel sent to earth by Cupid.

“i made this myself. its all of your favorites!” you cheerfully said as he took the bento box in a harsh manner. when you exited the room, he quickly dumped everything out and shoved the box back into his bag. you weren't always the best at giving gifts, but you figured cooking, something you loved, was going to do the trick. you had spent weeks researching the yummiest dishes and complied them together for him.

it was during class. the teacher had placed you behind him, and he was furious. he hated how he was stuck with you every single day, every single hour. it was miserable. you kept bugging him, asking him about his day, about the bento box you had made him, and asked if he would like to eat anything else. he of course, declined. at the end of class, he had given you an empty bento box and left the classroom.

you were at his practice again. he can't stand you anymore, it's almost like if he saw you one more time he would explode in everyone's faces. you were nice to his teammates though. you always brought snacks and drinks for everyone, and made everyone laughed. well everyone except for him. he was stubbornly in the corner trying to get some peace while everyone else was laughing.

the final straw is when you followed him home. he hated how you were constantly trailing behind him everywhere, always talking. god how he wishes how you would just shut up for once. after explaining how awesome the new book you both were reading in class today, he finally snapped. he yelled at you. he confessed how he wished you would shut up and stop bothering him. how he threw away all of those lunches you spent weeks researching and testing to perfect the recipe.

you just stood there shocked and surprised about what he had just said, not processing anything, until it finally gets in your head. he doesn't like you. he thinks you're annoying. that is when you walked off to your own house, not even bothering to listen to him when he called your name.

the next day, you never paid any attention to him. he should feel relieved and relaxed that you weren't talking to him anymore, but he doesn't. he ignored the feeling at first. maybe you were just upset at him because of his outbreak, and then go back to annoying him next week.

except, when next week came, you came into class, silent. no tapping him in the back, no asking for pencils. you had brought your own. to be honest, you were scaring him with the way your giving him the silent treatment. when the bell rang for lunch, you never took out another bento box for him to have, the one reserved for him wasn't in your hands anymore when he looked at you walking away to talk to another friend of yours. maybe it was all normal, which is what he told himself.

by the start of the second week, he was genuinely questioning himself. why did he all of a sudden care when you stopped giving him attention? he was honestly frustrated with himself as he was feeling an emotion he had never felt before. was he possibly, in love with you? no. that's what he tried telling himself until his best friend smacked him back into reality when he saw you talking to another guy. that's when he knew he had to make it right.

the next morning you opened the door to find him waiting. you raised a brow as he handed you a small little trinket for your bag. "i heard that girls like these things.." he said shyly has you took the trinket from his hand. you thanked him, then walked off without waiting for him. an act that stung his heart a little, unlike before.

during lunch time, he had followed you to the secret staircase where you would eat lunch alone while finding different recipes to try and cook, but this time it was awkward with you sitting across from him. you both sat in silence while he tried to think of something to start a conversation. "so why did you start cooking?" he asked as you continued to eat. you never told him, you just stared at him, not willing to tell him that you only cooked because of him.

after school, he asked you to show up to practice again. he used the reason for his teammates missing you to make you show up. you were hesitant, but decided to go since you did miss them.

he kept going like this for weeks. shared lunches, he even asked you to start making lunch for him again, saying that his mom was too busy to make lunch for him. he walked home with you, and occasionally bought small key chains or trinkets for you. you didn't want to admit it, but you were slowly falling for him and his tricks again. not to be labeled as annoying again.

"I seriously don't know what you want from me, but I'm trying not to be annoying to you," you had said when you two were walking home from school. he froze, not realizing how much his words had an impact on you. "sorry, I genuinely didn't mean it. I was just tired that day," he had said quietly as he felt heat rushing to his cheeks. was it the right time to confess? it has only been a few months.

"i'm trying to get over you. so please stop," you said coldly as you started to pull out everything he has given you over the past weeks. he panicked, not wanting to go no contact again,"I like you. I'm sorry I was wrong."

then you both paused. maybe you haven't lost your chances yet.

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[zephyrchama]

You were sick. Your head was in a fog and your throat hurt something fierce. It was sweltering hot yet you shivered under the covers, hoping for the fever to pass soon. Your body, doing its best to get better, decided to empty the contents of your stomach over the side of the bed.

Beelzebub was the first to discover your condition. He came to wake you up in person when you hadn't shown up on time for breakfast. You were teetering like a newborn deer trying to clean up your mess. He was taken aback at the sight, at how clammy you were, and gently wiped the sweat from your face while checking how warm your forehead was. "You should lay down," he recommended, practically pushing you back into bed. You asked him to guide you to the bathroom instead.

He disappeared to fetch Lucifer. The eldest arrived immediately upon being informed of your condition. Your face muscles twitched as you tried to hold back a second round and apologized for the state you were in. Lucifer told you to stay quiet and just rest. "If you want to apologize, then get better soon."

"Don't tell anyone about this, ok?" you tried to ask. It came out as a garbled, barely perceptible whisper sending bolts of pain through your neck. You didn't want anyone to know how bad things really were.

"I do need to inform Diavolo, but rest assured I'll keep it brief." After ensuring you had water and would be fine alone for a few hours, Lucifer left early to inform RAD of your absence. He later texted you, "Don't hesitate to summon me if you need anything."

The house was quiet. It felt surreal to be the only one there. After some time had passed, you hobbled back to your bedroom and tried to sleep through the pain. Blissfully unaware of the chaos occurring elsewhere.

RAD is no small academy by any means, but rumors sure do spread fast. In first period, Beelzebub told Belphegor the sight he witnessed. They were overheard by Asmodeus, who lamented your absence to Solomon. Solomon asked Raphael to come with him to prepare some nutritious human food so you'd recover faster, and had to be forcibly stopped by Simeon. Luke found out by interrogating Solomon about why he was causing a scene in the kitchen.

Mephistopheles caught wind of the gossip and went directly to Diavolo for confirmation. Lucifer was none too happy at the situation, but the rumor mill was already spinning in full force. He did his best to uphold your image by telling anyone who broached the subject, "it's just the sniffles."

By lunchtime, Mammon was taking bets on how sick you were. "500 grimm says they're explodin' from both ends." "If that were the case, one of us would have stayed at the house with them," Satan rebutted, spying an easy win. "500 grimm says it's just coming out the bottom." They went back and forth, with others occasionally chipping in new symptoms such as hives or internal bleeding. Asmodeus, unable to listen any longer, left the cafeteria to post vague stories about his concern for you on social media.

Leviathan and Thirteen sent you get-well-soon text messages. One was full of worry and asked you to respond ASAP so they knew you weren't dying, as anxiety over your condition was causing them no end of fear. The other assured you to rest easy knowing that your candle was fine and you had plenty of time left before you kicked the bucket. It even recommended passing your bug onto someone else for fun.

You only saw the notifications in the evening, when a pounding headache woke you up and resounding footsteps in the hall signaled that people were home from school.

There was a knock at the door and Lucifer announced you had company. The crown prince and his butler imposed with a tray of fresh herbal tea. It would have smelled amazing if you possessed the ability to breathe through your nose. As the door shut behind them, you spotted at least ten figures out in the hallway.

Barbatos silently served you a hot cup, hopeful the rising stream would assist your sinuses. "Looks like you're recovering well!" Diavolo chimed. "That's great. I feared you were going to heave your guts out all day."

The frank sincerity caught you off guard and you choked on your tea. Barbatos was quick to grab the cup before it spilled.

"You knew?" you rasped. "Oh yes. Lucifer said it wasn't that bad, but tales of your illness have spread all over campus. We know human bodies aren't very strong."

You hunched down into the blankets to hide. The heat spreading across your face this time was not due to fever.

[kthologue]

Dying thinking about gojo literally pinning and hardcore simping for reader, literally showering reader in praise, flattery and gifts because he no longer gives a damn about hiding his feelings, almost proposing to reader whenever he can and reader's just... completely clueless about it💀 and she thinks it's just gojo being friendly. Poor man would be absolutely devastated when he goes one day "[name] i'm in love with you" and she just goes "me too, i love all my friends!" 💀

she loves me, she loves me not! — gojo satoru x fem!reader

contents. fluff, lovesick!gojo (what’s new), highschool!gojo, he’s pathetic but in love your honor, oblivious!reader, ooc gojo i got carried away soz

notes. anon, when i first read your ask i literally started giggling and kicking my feet. that. is. so. gojo coded.

“please reject gojo and put him out of his misery,” utahime implored, taking hold of both of your hands. you think she’s asking, no, begging you to. beside her, shoko nods vigorously. 

“but why?” you furrow your eyebrows, perplexed by their sudden request. “i can’t reject someone who doesn’t like me.”

shoko giggles at your comment. her laughter only wanes when she notices the dead serious look on your face. “... you seriously have no idea what we’re talking about?”

“not really,” you shrug, criss-crossing your legs to find some comfort on the hard wooden floor in shoko’s small dorm. it was late, past midnight, and the three of you had a shared mission tomorrow, but for some reason your two friends managed to rope you into their drinking circle.

utahime and shoko exchanged a significant glance, their unspoken communication raising your curiosity. utahime takes a long sip of her beer. 

“hopeless. they’re both hopeless,” your short haired brunette friend lamented, pinching her nose bridge. it leaves a faint pink mark.

intrigued, you lean in closer towards the two, “care to elaborate?”

“you’ve never once questioned satoru’s borderline inappropriate behavior?” shoko asks you earnestly. you ponder for a moment, trying to recall any moments in the two years you’ve known the snow-haired boy.

“satoru is satoru…” you mumble, shaking your head in denial. 

utahime’s eyes bug comically. she slams her can of beer harshly on the ground. you wince at the loud noise of the metallic can hitting the floor.

“you’re kidding. even i can see through that jerk!” utahime’s black pigtails sway wildly. 

“[name], how about what happened in shinjuku last week on our day off?” shoko quietly reminds you of last weekend when the two of you along with satoru and suguru decided to empty your pockets in one of tokyo’s largest entertainment wards. 

utahime’s head whips back and forth from her best friend to you, “eh? what happened?!”

from behind the dressing room curtain, you voiced your concerns, “shoko, i don't think we can afford designer clothes on our student budget.” the cream-colored silk dress you wore clung to your body, its price tag undoubtedly surpassing a year's worth of your student earnings.

“don’t worry your pretty little head about it,” shoko’s voice carried a knowing smile. “just come out and show me the dress!” you think satoru’s carefree attitude is rubbing off on her.

with a nervous sigh, you emerged from the dressing room. the dress fit like a glove, accentuating your body in just the right places.

bright flashes from shoko's phone startled you, and she chuckled deviously while rapidly typing. she tossed her phone onto a luxurious cushion, and you couldn't help but feel a sense of exposure.

“you look so sexy. even better than the model.” she gives you two thumbs up, eyes roaming your figure. you feel flushed at her praise.

“as flattered as i am, there’s no way i can afford this,” you look down at the dress, lips downturned. “i’d be in debt for life.”

“no need to worry,” shoko winked, leaving you confused. given that her income was similar to yours, it didn't make sense for her to be able to even dream of shopping designer.

a soft thud interrupted your conversation. you turn around to see a blue lollipop rolling on the expensive carpeting of the store.

“suguru, are my eyes deceiving me or is that an angel?”  satoru's mouth is wide open as he shamelessly checks you out. he takes one of his hands and places it over his heart, gripping the fabric of his white shirt. the windbreaker he is wearing rustles at his dramatic movement.

“i think… i’m experiencing a heart attack! shoko help!” he kneels in the middle of the store dramatically. shoko shares an unamused look with suguru. the pair nod before simultaneously kicking satoru.

during all of the commotion, you stand awkwardly in the million yen dress. 

“satoru, are you okay?” you watch him take the two blows from your friends, concern evident in your voice. he grunts softly before gently taking ahold of your hand.

“no,” he croaks with a playful glint in his eye. “i’m wounded and there’s only one way to fix it.”

you look at him, your gaze heavy with concern.

“i’m afraid you’ll have to kiss me for the pain to go away.” he added, blinking at you expectantly with his blue eyes.

 you lightly shove him away from you. “you’re an idiot.” satoru laughs loudly.

“that’s what love does to a man.”

“yeah, yeah. i’m going to change out of this dress, don’t get into any more trouble while i’m gone.” 

 satoru’s grip on your hand strengthens, halting your actions.

“how much?”

“excuse me?”

“the dress. how much for it?” he stands up to his full height, reminding you of the obvious height difference between the two of you. 

you're at loss for words. gojo was crazy, but definitely not crazy enough to spend a million yen on a silly dress.

shoko happily chimes into the conversation. “one million yen. it’ll be two million yen with the rest of my purchases though!” 

suguru’s calm demeanor is replaced with shock. the black haired male’s jaw drops, “two million– satoru, you’re seriously not thinking about–”

“hah? who said i’m paying for your stuff?” gojo makes an ugly face at shoko.

she raises her hands innocently, “it’s not my fault the dresses come in a set. if you want to see your beloved [name] in that dress you’ll have to pay for mine as well.”

you watch shoko and satoru engage into a silent argument. the tension in the fitting room section is so thick, you think it’ll take a special grade weapon to slice through it.

trying to alleviate the mood you tell gojo, “satoru, you really don’t have to–”

“i’m buying you that dress.” 

“o-okay.” 

half an hour later, satoru happily strolls out of the store with an arm around your shoulder like he’d just won the lottery.

perhaps gojo is just naturally flirty, you had tried to reason to shoko and utahime.

it’s been a week since the eye-opening conversation with the two and you’ve found yourself on cleaning duty with said snow-haired boy. it was a miracle that satoru even showed up. he had a tendency to skip his turns, often resulting in a long lecture from yaga.

as the two of you worked silently in the empty classroom, you couldn't help but admire the setting sun. its golden rays painted the sky with hues of pink and orange, casting a warm glow over everything. unknowingly, while you gazed at the sky, gojo's gaze was firmly fixed on you.

breaking the silence, he asked, "have you ever thought about getting married?"

his question caught you off guard, causing you to momentarily pause from wiping the windows.

“not really,” you replied, biting your lip gently. “unless my family decides to arrange a marriage. you know how unforgiving the world of jujutsu sorcery is.”

gojo's grip on the broom tightened, his eyes locking onto yours with a newfound intensity.

"we should get married y'know," he blurted out.

the piece of cloth you were using slipped from your hand in shock. surely, he couldn't mean what he was saying. after all, the two of you were only second years.

“what?”

“i’m saying i think i’m in love with you.”

“oh.” 

silence engulfs the room once more before a soft giggle escapes your lips.

satoru can only watch, entranced.

“that’s good to hear! i love you too– and suguru and shoko! perhaps the four of us should all just get married.” you chuckle into your hand.

satoru can't help but stare at your hand in envy. perhaps if he were the palm of your hand, he’d be able to feel the touch of your lips.

but he couldn’t. he was cursed as a man with an overpowered innate technique, and despite it all he couldn’t even gain the one thing he desired. gojo satoru watched you, eyes filled with a mixture of longing and defeat.

his devastation does not go unnoticed by you.

you were under the impression that he was grumpy because yaga had forced him into cleaning with you.

"cheer up, satoru! if we finish early enough," you continue, your tone highspirited, "we can go to the new crepe shop that opened last week. my treat!" you winked, and that immediately caught his attention.

“like a date?” his eyes sparkled with hope.

you shrug, a smile on your face. “i suppose if you look at it from a certain perspective…”

“great, it’s a date!” 

good things come to those who wait, satoru thinks, humming happily as he starts to sweep the room at an inhumane pace.

maybe in ten years time the two of you will be happily married with eight kids, he smiles to himself.

[almadelsur]

💋 The Turmoil One Suffers

summary: In the second installment of The Secrets One Keeps, a relaxing day on the pogue proves to be anything but, with your inner struggles getting the better of you and JJ hot on your tail.

jj maybank x reader, rafe cameron x reader

warnings: some good old angsty pining, very very slight smut if you squint, fem!reader, talks of suffocation ig? plz let me know if I've missed anything.

a/n: SHE'S BACKKKK, so I've decided to completely reformat and re-post this fic with a few tweaks and editing considering I first wrote this like 3 years ago. Also, for those asking, I won't be doing a taglist for this fic bc I'm lazy and technologically deficient.

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You shouldn’t have been smoking, it made you feel uneasy, paranoid even.

You had found yourself on the pogue in the wake of Pope’s incessant bitching about how you had to make up for ditching them last night. The guilt had made you cave in. As he spoke, all that had flashed through your head was images of Rafe. You on top of Rafe, Rafe with his hands around your neck, the way Rafe’s hair felt between your fingers as you gripped on it when he got messy between your-

“Dude” Sarah’s voice snapped you out of your recurring thoughts.

You turned your head to her as you took a drag of the blunt JJ had rolled, "hmm?"

“I asked if you wanted a beer?”

You checked the time on your phone, 12pm. After enduring 3 hours on this floating nightmare, you decide you're probably deserving of one.

“uh yeah sure.” You took another hit, extending your arm to grab the cold bottle.

You bought the edge of the glass bottle up to your lips and took a swig, letting the liquid wash over your cotton mouth. A swig swiftly turning into a gulp as thirst suddenly became itself known to you. One gulp then turned to two and before you knew it the bottle dried out.

JJ eyed your every move, the feeling that had been bugging him since you got into the Twinkie that morning had now grown into full-blown concern. Your unusual behaviour was deafening with the sounds of alarm bells.

“Thirsty?” He spoke with furrowed brows, prompting Pope to chuckle though no joke had been intended.

Your eyes flickered towards JJ momentarily and instantly you knew what he was  thinking. Anger disguised as adrenaline coursed through you.

“Sarah will you pass me another? Mines empty.” Defiance clear in your tone, causing a thick tension to settle over the boat.

“'s a bit it early to start chugging drinks isn’t it?” JJ speaks up again before Sarah has time to respond.

You scoffed as you turned to him once more, maintaining eye contact as you took a long drag from blunt. As you exhaled the smoke, the thick white cloud blurred his features.

“Sarah” you tried again.

You hear a small sigh as she hands you another bottle.

“Thank you” You took another swig at the bottle, hoping the liquid would force down the concoction of guilt and anger that swirled in your mouth.

“So like am I saying words out loud or is it just in my head?” JJ tried, at this point he just wanted a reaction out of you.

“You asked me to come here.” Your tone was snippy, as another burst of smoke entered your system.

“well my mistake clearly.” He was getting pissed off now, and you couldn’t deny the sick satisfaction it gave you. You knew it was unfair, he hadn’t done anything wrong, you just couldn’t help it.

Pope cleared his throat. “This is a whole lotta tension for such a little boat.” He tried to lighten the mood but his joke fell flat.

As you downed your second beer, you took another drag. “It is isn’t it?” You turned to him.

“Maybe you should have some of this JJ, it’ll help you relax.” You threw the blunt in his direction, letting it fall at his feet.

“What the hell crawled up your ass today?” JJ spat at you, picking up the blunt.

The mixture of alcohol and weed infected your system, your breathing became staggered as you suddenly became hyper aware of the layers clinging onto your body.

You don't answer. Instead choosing to stand up and remove your T-shirt. Rafe returned to your mind as you focused on the image of him mimicking your same actions. Your trousers were next to go. You pushed them down whilst picturing Rafe’s hands running down your legs.

Pope eyed Sarah and JJ who’s gaze were trained on you and your movements.

“Whatcha doing there bud?” Sarah asked watching you strip down to your underwear.

“I’m too hot” was all you said, stepping off the edge of the boat and letting yourself plunge into the cool water below you.

As you became completely submerged, you breathed out all of the air in your irritated lungs. Leaving you empty and heavy as you continued to sink. The muffled noises of the water hit against your head yet all you could hear was your thoughts racing. 

As the need for air increased, the rush of thought slowed. You liked it. The weightlessness of your body, mixed with the numbing of all of your senses was peacefull. A welcome change from the overdrive your body had been running on for the past year. 

You forced yourself to stay down there, pushing your physical boundaries. A split second before completely losing consiousness you emerged again, letting the air penetrate through your system and invade your insides as it worked to reboot your muscles before giving life again to the internal mayhem in your mind again. 

You floated with your head above the surface and your back facing the pogues. You couldn’t find yourself to act remotely interested in what they thought about your little show. 

JJ in turn felt as though he was slowly loosing his head. He felt dumbfounded because it wasn’t just your behaviour that was different, your entire demeanour and vibe was off and he failed to comprehend what could have happened in the span of 12 hours for you to return to him a complete different person. 

Sarah could see the way he looked at you, he was hot on your tail and she panicked trying to divert his calculating eyes from you. “So” she spoke up loud enough so that you could hear and be part of the conversation should you wish to. “Theres a party at my house tonight.”

“Oh really?” JJ answered, evidently uninterested as he continued his stare down with the back of your head. 

“Yeah Ward’s out of town with Rose and y'know Rafe, any opportunity he has to get shitfaced he’ll take it.” Relief washed over her as JJ’s eyes finally unglued from you. 

At the mention of Rafe your ears perked up. 

“Do you guys wanna come?” A devilish grin on her face evident as she spoke. 

“A kook party? We wouldn't be welcome.” Pope answered for the three of you, prompting a scoff from Sarah. 

“It’s my house too, plus I already threatened Rafe to let me invite you guys. I told him I’d snitch on him otherwise.” She shrugged.

“I’m sure he loved that” JJ added, amused at the thought of antagonising the Cameron boy. 

“Well what did he say?” Three pairs of eyes turned to you as you finally spoke up from the water, now facing the boat again. 

JJ couldnt help the face that your question caused him to pull. Why did you suddenly care about what Rafe Cameron had to say? Sarah already said they could go so why did it even matter? 

“He said whatever as long we stay away from him.” Her answer caused Pope and JJ to roll their eyes. It had been somewhat of a lie though. 

Because what Rafe had really said when Sarah had threatened him was, “whatever just stay away from us, and why don't you go ahead and bring that sexy little friend of yours.” 

To which Sarah had replied with, “We wouldn’t want to hang out with you and your classist friends anyway. Also, Kiara’s with JJ, and Y/N wouldn’t even touch you with a 10 foot pole so.” Unkowing of the situation between you and Rafe.

Looking back at it now, Rafe’s coy response of “we’ll see” suddenly made much more sense to her as she shuddered slightly in disgust. 

“Can’t we take a night off? I mean don’t you guys think we’ve been going a little extra hard recently?” Pope tried to reason as you swam back up towards the boat, forcing yourself on board again. 

“I’ll be there.” You interjected as the water ran down your body, soaking the deck of the hms. 

“we all will be.” JJ fired back, a confusing swirl of concern and anger towards your attitude fought for dominance within his head. 

You ignored him once more and lay back on the sodden deck, letting your persistant introspection rest as the blanket that was intoxication comforted you. You looked up at the clouds and the weighlessness returned. Before you knew it, he sounds of Pope and Sarah chatting drifted away with the soft waves that carried the boat. You lost grip on consciousness as the sun lulled you to sleep.

Around half an hour went by before JJ spoke up. “hey" he double checked you were definitely asleep.

He took your silence as confirmation before turning to the other two. “Y'all saw that right?”

“Saw what?” Sarah played dumb even though he she knew exactly what he was referring to.

“the way she was acting” He whisper shouted, confused as to why no one else seemed remotely worried. “It was like she hated us.” He spoke with the tone of a wounded man.

“Yeah… us.” Pope muttered under his breath.

“I think she’s just tired J, she uh- she had a long night.” Sarah stiffled what had been something between a laugh and a groan.

“Nah guys look- I know her, that wasn’t normal.” JJ didn’t ease up.

“We all know her.” Pope jumped on the defensive.

“c’mon dude it’s not just me, somethings obviously wrong”

At this point Sarah wished for anything to distract him, because as much as JJ wasn’t the sharpest tool in the shed when it came to academic performance, he most certainly wasn’t dumb. And he definitely knew what he was talking about when it came to you.

“Maybe It’s.. you know..” Pope waggled his eyebrows. “Her time…” he awkwardly scratched the back of his neck “of- of the month?”

“Nice Pope.” Sarah rolled her eyes.

“’s not that. Guys look listen to me somethings definitely wr-“ the ringing of his phone interrupted JJ mid sentence. Saved by the bell. Literally.

JJ grabbed his phone and his frown eased up slightly as he looked at the caller ID.

“Hey baby” his tone made it seem like whatever he had been worrying about softened it’s grip on him at the sound of her voice. “Uh huh, okay give us ten and we’ll be there.” He hung up the phone and slipped it back into his pocket.

“Kie?” Sarah asked, praying he wouldn’t resume his ramble.

“Yeah she’s finished up at the wreck, wants us to go get her.” And with that the subject was dropped.

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The late afternoon breeze stroked you awake as you suddenly became aware of the voices around you.

Your eyes fluttered open and you stirred where you lay, your body stiff from the 4 hour positioning against the hard wood of the hms. You slowly sat yourself up and threw your T-shirt back on your body before turning back to glance at the now complete group of pogues. Fuck how long had you been out for.

You let your eyes linger on Kiara and JJ a couple of seconds longer than everybody else. He laughed carelessly pulling her tighter against his side. You groaned out quietly and reached for your phone, typing out that damned name.

To Rafe: Having a party and you didn’t invite me? I’m almost offended.

Almost instantly a reply came through.

Miss me already?

You rolled your eyes as he sent you another.

Figured Sarah would open her big mouth, better see you tonight ;)

“Morning Camper.” John B spoke up. You turned around to face him, every single one of them with their attention on you.

“Hey can you take me home?” You directed at no one in particular.

“You don’t wanna stay and hang out?” Kie asked, she wanted to reach you, connect with you.

“I just want to go home” You were irritated and your head hurt, you were certainly in no mood for any of this.

John B was next to try “C’mon man we haven’t all hung out like this in ag-“

“Fuck just take me home” You lashed out. “please” You added in an attempt to soften the blow.

Silence fell over the pogues as John B lifted himself up and steered the boat towards the direction of your house.

As you hopped down you muttered a joyless goodbye to everyone.

“Wait! I’ll walk you in.” JJ peeled himself away from Kiara and followed behind you, slightly speeding as you hadn’t bothered to stop and wait.

He walked beside you, waiting until you were both out of hearing distance from the others.

“why are you angry?” He spoke up.

“I’m not angry.” You tried to walk faster but a calloused hand stopped you.

“Stop. Just stop.” You heard the desperation in his voice as he turned you around to face him. “can you just talk to me? Look whatever I did to piss you off I’m sorry. You just- you were fine yesterday and now all of a sudden you hate us-“

“Stop JJ” You just wanted it to stop. The consequence of your actions pounding down on you with every word that left his mouth.

“Stop what?!” He couldn’t help but shake you.

“Talking! Stop talking!” You shoved him forcefully off of you.

“The hell's wrong with you?! dude I’m worried about you. Today’s just been so weird.” His fingers shoved themselves through his hair, a nervous habit of his.

The familiar lump in your throat began to form at the sight of your best friend.

“I’m tired J.” It wasn’t a lie, you really were fucking exhausted. You were tired of lying, tired of watching the boy you loved love someone else, tired of trudging through your life heartbroken.

“You’re lying.” He shook his head like a disappointed parent. “Why you lyin' to me?”

“JJ. I’m. Tired.” You screwed your eyes shut as your breathing began to quicken “I’m not lying I’m just-“

“Okay alright.”  His embrace cut you off. “I believe you.” He hated seeing you upset. Having known you practically his whole life, he also knew that nothing ever got resolved when you got like this, so he dropped the subject.

You almost broke down then and there, using everything you had in you to move your arms around him, hugging him back.

“I’m sorry.” You whispered, the meaning behind your words far greater than he could realise.

“Hey it’s okay, we all have off days right?” He let go of you and gave you a small smile.

“Right.” Your remained court and quiet. 

“I’ll see you tonight. Go rest for a bit okay?”

You nodded and began to walk away before his voice stopped you once more.

“Yo” You turned to see that he had shoved his hands in pockets. “You’d tell me if something was wrong right?” He hated that he even had to ask.

“Mhm, course” You lied straight through your teeth before turning and walking away from him uninterrupted. You knew that as soon and as your bedroom door closed behind you, you’d sink down into a pit of despair and loathing.

Whilst the resolution had given him a little comfort, something deep inside told him that this wasn’t the end of it.

Perhaps he should have left things alone, maybe then things wouldn’t have escalated to extent that they were about to.

So as he watched you walk away, JJ stood there unknowing of what was to come. Unknowing of the way things were about to change between you forever.

[rafesangelita]

…DAD!JOHNB X PUPPY!READER AU

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DAD!JOHNB X PUPPY!READER who tend to draw questionable looks everywhere they go— mainly because of puppy. if she’s not running circles around john b, gently gnawing on his finger, or getting into something she’s not supposed to, she’s bickering with jj until she starts crying because of something he said. dad!johnb picked up the nickname due to him being naturally authoritative and protective over puppy!reader. she called him ‘dad’ after he lectured her about eating too much sugar and the name just stuck. despite puppy always having pet tendencies, she didn’t really fall into the headspace until after her and john b got together and they started practicing it regularly. it started when he hand fed her snacks out of his palm as a joke, and slowly but surely it progressed into head patting, dry humping (on john b’s leg..), use of a collar, and eventually some barking and panting here and there..

DAD!JOHNB X PUPPY!READER who spend their days lounging around the chateau when john b doesn’t have to work, both of them relaxing on the couch while puppy sucks on his fingers. she’s drooling, her spit dribbling down her chin until john b pulls his hand away, instead taking her in his lap where he gives her tummy rubs until she dozes off in his arms. she’s gazing up at dad!johnb with those puppy dog eyes as she whimpers, the sound drawing his attention. he already knows what she’s crying for, his eyes flickering over to her shoes that were thrown haphazardly by the front door. “go ahead and go outside, i’ll be out there right now.” without hesitation, puppy is rushing out the door, john b shaking his head as she trips over her shoelaces. he walks out and sits on the porch steps with a cold water bottle for her, wondering how in the hell she managed to make a huge stack of mud pies already.

DAD!JOHNB X PUPPY!READER who usually have to have a pep talk before the boys come around. “whatever jj tries to get you to do, don’t listen to him,” he warns, “—and remember, you can’t go running to pope with random bugs and asking him what they are, got it?” she nods dismissively and dad!johnb just knows everything he said went in one ear and right out the other. surely enough, puppy ends up doing everything john b told her not to do and she finds herself being locked in the room after rough playing with jj and accidentally crashing into the tv. she just ends up falling asleep on her bed until john b is waking her up with an icecream date as an apology. “birthday cake or cotton candy?” john b is asking her as she presses her face against the glass case displaying all of the icecream flavors in the shop. puppy answers ‘both’ before joining pope and jj in a booth, her and jj separated on either sides. “i love you, pup, but those flavors are horrid.” pope grimaced.

DAD!JOHNB X PUPPY!READER who are so icky when the chateau is empty and it’s just them two. john b has her crawling on all fours completely naked, letting her rut herself against him and her pillow, giving her butt rubs as she oral fixates on his cock, making her hold her pee while he edges her time and time again until she’s a whining mess. puppy is crying out, her fingers pulling at the tuft curls of john b’s hair as he fucks into her from below, her knees sitting on either sides of john b’s thighs. she’s licking him, running her tongue along the column of his throat, her lips leaving a trail of sloppy, wet kisses while he bounces her on top of him. “you’re takin’ me so fuckin’ good, pup..” john b praises, her whimpers being a testament to just how stuffed full she was with john b’s length, his cock rearranging her insides with every thrust, “think you deserve a treat after this, huh?” she’s nodding, not able to speak a single word as all thoughts die in her head.

DAD!JOHNB X PUPPY!READER who are very territorial over each other. john b is super aware of the way some guys look at her and can tell when someone is trying to take advantage of her naivety. he keeps her close no matter what, but on the rare occasions where she may wander off or get herself into trouble, john b is quick to swoop in and get her before anyone else could. as for puppy, she’s shameless when it comes to establishing herself as john b’s. she’s draping herself across john b’s lap while they’re at a boneyard party, rubbing her cheek against him as if to coax him into scratching her head, not so subtly grinding on his thigh, and of course it works every time in scaring off anyone trying to get at him. pope and jj are watching everything unfold, both of them not surprised in the slightest as they watch puppy and john b sneak off to the twinkie. “well! there goes our ride back home..” pope sighed, jj still watching the twinkie until he spots puppy’s feet in the air.

୨୧ puppy’s punishments ୨୧ icky chateau activities ୨୧ puppy has a meltdown in her cage.. ୨୧ when dad!johnb monitors your screentime