#except for his bad coping habits

[jordiipordii]

jeremy must be so pretty in the sunshine. I bet his skin glows golden and his freckles stick out even more and his hair is beyond shiny and his warm eyes could melt hearts. captain sunshine.

[navydoves]

Dragon!Sylus and his habits while in heat

❥ You always knew being a dragon’s mate was going to be a bit… difficult.

affectionate habits ver.

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❥ absolutely claws you. you think your scratches on his back are bad? yeah, no, try dragon claws. yes, they HURT, but they hurt SO GOOD. sylus knows how fragile humans are so he won’t ever scratch you enough to really hurt you, but he will leave marks. mating season is when you get the most scabs and bruises.

pounding into you never felt so good. he needs somewhere to release the extra excitement in him and so sylus will gets a little claw-happy. no part of your body is left untouched, he’ll mark every part to make a beautiful masterpiece of pink and red on your skin.

❥ he tries to impress you. much like a modern bird, sylus is always about impressing his mate before mating with them. sometimes for days even before he has you bent over, he’ll begin the first step of courting you, which could be done by a multitude of things.

sylus with walk around naked, flexing his muscles and shiny shimmering scales in hopes of impressing you and seeing how virile he is. not to mention he’ll obviously show off his DDDs—double dragon dicks! they’ll swing low or perk up high, thick and creamy for your enjoyment. he’s saying “hey, hey! look at me! i’m the perfect mate for you.” sometimes sylus will growl at you or make certain warning noises not to scare you, but to show you he can protect you by doing that. it’s an entire draconic ritual that will have you simultaneously confused, impressed, and most importantly, aroused.

❥ he’s so goddamn loud. sylus is not usually one for loud noises, he prefers more tame atmospheres in his home… until he’s in his heat. day and night you’ll hear him stomping and thudding into things to assert dominance. it’s to simultaneously scare people and let them know that he’s there and not to be messed with.

not only that, but he roars. his growls are pretty loud and booming too, but sylus rarely lets out a full snarl unless he’s pretty upset or pretty horny. he’ll do it to anyone, even you. except, he uses his loud noises to instill fear into others but instill submission into you. don’t like it? he’ll try to tone it down, but it’s a reflex at this point. try to close your ears while he’s coming, it’s a powerful sound of pleasure and accomplishment.

❥ he has toy eggs. sylus knows he can’t give you babies and it makes him super upset. all his heat makes him think about is giving you babies, so to cope he got toy eggs. he essentially makes you play house with him with the eggs. you have to play mama dragon and he’s daddy dragon, and daddy dragon’s job is to protect and provide for his family while mama dragon’s job is to nurture the kids.

and he genuinely does do that. he will stalk the nest he’s built for you and his toy eggs; he will bring you and the eggs food to eat in the nest; he will bathe you and the eggs with his tongue; he will legitimately get emotional if something happens to you or the eggs. he’s a little hormonally crazy but you indulge him every single time.

❥ DOUBLE TROUBLE! that’s right, you’re cock-trained to take sylus twice at a time. on a normal occasion, you’ll only take one dragon dick at a time so you’re not overwhelmed. sylus will alternate so as to not neglect either one of his cocks, but that all changes during his heat!

DDDs all shoved up your poor pussy, you’re gonna break! sylus has slowly size trained you over every occasion of sex until you could somewhat comfortably take him two at a time. it takes so much restraint but he goes slow at first and by the time you’ve calmed down and let out the tears, he’s ready to really fuck. always paying attention to you, always licking away your tears, always embracing you, sylus will still give you the ride of your life. it’s like two rollercoasters at once, so jarring but addicting. how can you even still be tight after that? it’s a mystery. 𖤐

tl: @mangobellini , @rin-dont-wear-clothes , @kentosbak3ry , @napa-the-yappa , @amaveon , @ivysorrele , @webshooterrr9, @calebandenergydrinkaddict , @ch4c0nnenh4 , @lilkactuz

[thetrasha]

One Piece: Kaleidoscope Kisses

feat. ZORO, USOPP, SHANKS, BUGGY, MIHAWK

ZORO

Mood: FAMILIAR

Type: KISS ON THE LIPS

Zoro is a man who keeps most matters private. People don’t need to be all up in his business; he can decide for himself, especially when it comes to matters of the heart. He isn’t used to truly committed relationships since he’s intensely concentrated on becoming the world’s greatest swordsman – that’s his dream and he does everything in his power to chase that title. Naturally, since his training is so taxing and all-encompassing, he hasn’t had the time to focus on what he wants. He knows the in and outs of serious relationships solely due to social conditioning, but hasn’t reached past the age-old traditions yet. Zoro would never be embarrassed of you, anyone associated with him is a great source of pride for him – you’re certainly not an exception. He’s proud to call himself your partner. Still, he’s rather reserved. The Zoro you know to be intimate and open is a thing between you two. Deeply private, thoroughly perceptive and confident in his abilities – that is the Zoro you know.

A kiss on the lips shared between lovers – what a classic! He finds great comfort in emulating what generations of people have done long before you two were born. If their love has been persistent enough for him to worship its sacred nature, then he wishes that your relationship, by sealing every promise muttered to you in-between kisses with love, will, too, be remembered by generations to come.

USOPP

Mood: SHEEPISH

Type: KISS ON THE CHEEK

Usopp doesn’t mind showing that you and him belong to one another, in fact, he prefers it. It makes it so real and… palpable. Whenever others acknowledge that you and him are a couple, he puffs out his chest; it doesn’t make him feel small at all, if anything, it’s quite the opposite. You like him because of who he already is, not who he projects to be. You are interested in what he will be, instead of who he could be. That makes him feel very secure in your shared connection. Usopp just cannot help but blush whenever you kiss him – his skin is scorching hot all of the sudden and laughs weakly, absolutely smitten. He finds it hard to reciprocate, but doesn’t ever want to think that he doesn’t want your daily confirmations of your love for him, so he started kissing your cheek whenever you’re near.

It’s gentle, sweet and fleeting. He never lingers and often just does it to surprise you, to see a firework dancing in your eyes. It quickly turns playful and the adoration burning in his soul softly dimmers down into domestic bliss, grateful to have found you. He’s happy to express himself in ways that make him feel powerful, after all… you belong to him, just like how he belongs to you.

SHANKS

Mood: SENSUAL

Type: FRENCH KISS

Shanks has developed some unhealthy habits throughout the years… and they run deep. Incredibly, his drinking isn’t the main problem; no, instead, he has acquired the nasty habit to push the people he loves the most away from him. Shanks is someone who firmly believes that he has to shoulder the pain of the world, that he alone can help the helpless and the weak by internalising every bit of evil and piling it onto his peace-loving personality. He is by no means a bad man, but behind the image of the strongest, the most reckless, perhaps the happiest pirate on the planet lies a flower bed of missed opportunities and mistakes. Sometimes, he tries to pull his little stunt with you, trying to cope with a sudden bursts of regret due to melancholy. The only thing that helps is a firm kiss that you are his endgame.

And then, the Shanks who regrets mostly everything joins the Shanks who doesn’t regret anything – both are him, he is early sunshine and he is midnight… all by himself. And just like the tides of time, he consumes you whole. You get dizzy when this rare mood strikes him, because he is all-engulfing, and he wants to remind himself, every time, without fail, that pushing you away wouldn’t do anything but break him further.

Shanks, someone who appears to be larger than life, loves you for reminding him that he is only human after all.

BUGGY

Mood: VULNERABLE

Type: KISS ON THE NOSE

A man like him couldn’t ever be loved, he takes that assumption his self-loathing made up just for him as fact. Less so, now that he actually has a partner who loves him, but he cannot help but look in the mirror after a particularly difficult day. He’s taken his make-up off, his stubble is slowly growing into a beard, and the hair he cares for has become greasy from sweat and grime. When Buggy was a mere boy, you were someone he could only dream of being with; your kind and his kind usually don’t mingle. Meanwhile… he finds it hard to believe that you dreamt of someone like him when you were still little. Someone like him? Really? What… is there to love? Aside from being a liar on a grand scale, Buggy has accomplished nothing that would justify your interest. You were… everything. And he was nothing.

You see the change in his eyes and demeanour as soon as he leaves the bathroom again. He looks… so sad. Frighteningly sad. It breaks your heart to see him like that, but he’s slowly getting better at dealing with his own insecurities, bit by bit. It may never go away completely, but you want to make him see just how little you care for his everything, for he is your everything. A chaste kiss on his swollen nose stops him in his tracks, and genuine wonder replaces the sorrow in his gaze. And then, for the rest of time, you tell him you are proud to call him yours.

MIHAWK

Mood: INTIMATE

Type: KISS ON THE BACK OF THE HAND

Mihawk is accomplished, classy and has an acquired taste for the unconventional. A hardened life, marked by rigorous training, thrilling adventure and an unprecedented amount of power, makes quite lonely by nature. Solitude hasn’t evaded him just because he’s the best – quite the opposite, actually. It went after him directly, because he never noticed his own strength and the strange persona he managed to craft didn't help him in the realisation department. He's come to one conclusion, though… you don’t just believe that you’re the best all of the sudden, you notice it as soon as adversaries cannot keep up with your progress anymore. A lone wolf by nature, Mihawk’s immense pride couldn’t let him believe that it might become a problem. He’d rather feel thousands of years worth of pain than to admit defeat once.

You… always managed to disarm him, though. You aren’t as good as him, you’ll never be – both of you know that. Doesn’t mean that you aren’t allowed to try. Whenever you engage in the dance of battle with him, he can’t help but notice deadly amounts of admiration for you. Distractions like these are what get people killed out there.

He swiftly cuts you down with the back of his sword, handle digging into the back of your shoulder. He applied enough pressure to dominate the fight, but not enough to hurt you once. Dryly, he commented that he won. 281:0.

The two… he affectionately calls them “nit-wits” he housed and mentored watched in amusement, because they didn’t know who you were, but they certainly almost doubled over when Lord Dracule Mihawk helped you up before kneeling down and lowering his head, kissing your hand like it was normal.

[himasgod]

HIII I SAW YOU HAVE REQUESTS OPEN AND I WANTED TO REQUEST :>>

idon't know if your comfortable with this but can i request twst 2nd years (replace kalim with leona) and what they do if their s/o is gone?

their s/o is dead so i wonder how they would mourn, how they take care of their s/o's grave, and how they cope without them?

i don't know if you accept requests like these but if you do then THANK YOU SO SO SOOO MUCH IN ADVANCE 🙏💕

SECOND YEARS + LEONA X READER

Where you died

How the boys would live the mourning process, how they take care of your grave, and how they cope without your death, with a live without you

Warning: This is hard angst. If you're a very perceptive person who visualizes a lot or empathizes with what you read, be prepared for a bit of a tear.

Leona acts like he doesn’t care. At first. But deep down, he’s unraveled. He doesn’t cry in front of anyone. He shuts down. He sleeps even more, not out of laziness— because he can only see you in dreams now. There’s a rawness behind his eyes when your name is mentioned, but he covers it with silence. He avoids people because he hates how they look at him—with pity, like they expect him to break. He already did. Just not where anyone could see it.

Leona visits your grave late at night, always when no one's around. He doesn’t bring flowers. Instead, he sits in silence, talking to you about the mundane. “Ruggie got on my case again. Jack pissed me off.” Things like that. Sometimes, he brings pebbles from Savannaclaw and stacks them on your grave. Small tokens that only he would understand. He leaves when the sun starts to rise. Always before anyone can catch him there.

Leona tells himself it’s better this way—that he was only going to ruin you in the end. That you were too good for him. But that doesn’t stop the grief from choking him. He keeps something small of yours—a ring, a scarf, maybe a notebook with your handwriting. On bad days, he holds it so tightly his knuckles turn white. He doesn’t move on. He just becomes colder, harsher. Your loss is the scar he never lets heal.

Riddle shuts down entirely. He doesn't cry—not at first. He goes numb. Rules become his lifeline. Structure. Order. Anything but feeling. But when he finds the last gift you gave him, tucked in a drawer, unopened—he collapses. He screams into his pillow. Breaks a teacup in his hands. Grief terrifies him because it's messy—and Riddle was taught to fear mess.

Riddle brings roses. Red, white, and blue—each carefully arranged. He memorizes the upkeep schedule of your grave, ensuring it’s spotless at all times. He even files complaints if the groundskeepers neglect it. When he visits, he reads aloud to you—poetry, or books you once loved. His voice is quiet. On your birthday, he always brings your favorite tea and pours a cup beside your grave. He doesn’t drink. Just… waits, in case you’re still listening.

Riddle reverts into old habits—strict routines, harsh punishments, stricter rules. But Trey knows. He sees the way Riddle’s hands shake. Eventually, Riddle softens—just a little. He keeps your photo on his desk, and he sometimes writes letters addressed to you, even though he never sends them. He studies healing magic obsessively. Not because he wants to bring you back—he knows he can’t. But because he never wants to lose someone like that again. You were his exception. His rebellion. His first real love. And he never quite recovers.

Floyd doesn’t react the way people expect. He laughs when he hears the news—but it’s not happy. It’s empty. Then he gets violent. He wrecks an entire hallway, shattering windows and breaking anything that reminds him of you. Then… he’s just gone. He withdraws so deeply into himself that not even Jade or Azul can reach him. He stops showing up to class. Stops smiling. The spark in his eyes is just gone. He mutters your name to himself like a lullaby.

Floyd doesn’t go often. When he does, it’s erratic. One day he’s calm, sitting by your grave with seashells and pearls he found. The next, he’s yelling at the sky, sobbing, asking why you left him alone. He presses his forehead to your headstone sometimes and just stays there for hours. Then he leaves, mood unreadable, but always more exhausted than before.

Floyd changes. He becomes moodier, but not in his usual way. He loses interest in his usual chaos. You were the one who made the world interesting, after all. He keeps something of yours in his jacket—maybe your old hairpin or bracelet—and clutches it when he’s angry or lost. When people ask about you, he snaps: “Don’t talk about them. Ever.” Sometimes, though, he swears he hears your laughter. And for a fleeting second, he smiles like he used to.

Silver is devastated, and it shows. He’s always been calm and emotionally steady, but your death shakes him to his core. He loses his rhythm—his duty falters, his naps grow deeper and longer. He wakes up crying from dreams where you’re still alive, only to remember you’re gone. His voice is softer now, as if anything louder might shatter him. He carries guilt. “Why couldn’t I protect you?” is a question that haunts him endlessly.

Silver visits your grave with quiet reverence. He brushes fallen leaves off the headstone with his hands, tends to the flowers, and replaces them often with lilies or whatever blooms you once loved. He kneels when he speaks to you, as if he still guards you even in death. He reads aloud fairytales you liked, letting the wind carry his words to wherever you might be. Silver doesn't rush. He stays until the stars come out. And sometimes he sleeps there. It's the closest he'll ever get to falling asleep cuddled up with you again.

Silver keeps a locket with your photo, tucked inside his shirt near his heart. He often touches it absentmindedly when lost in thought. Lilia, Sebek and Malleus worry about him, and while he remains gentle with them, there’s a sadness behind his smile. Silver believes you’re watching over him—so he tries to live a life you’d be proud of. It hurts. But that belief keeps him moving, one step at a time.

Ruggie pretends he’s okay. He makes jokes, forces a grin, but those who know him well notice the cracks—he laughs less, steals less, works more. He throws himself into being useful cause if he stops moving, the grief catches up. The first time he’s alone after your funeral, he breaks down hard. Punches a wall. Screams into his jacket. It’s the only time he lets himself fall apart.

Ruggie doesn’t visit often at first—not because he doesn’t care, but because it hurts too much. When he does, he always brings something: your favorite snack, some charm from the Sunset Savanna, a scrap of cloth from a hoodie you loved. He never stays long. Just stands there, hands in his pockets, voice low: “Hey… bet you’re still yelling at me from wherever you are. I can hear it.… I miss it.”

Ruggie becomes fiercely protective of the few people he has left. He values life more now, but laughs a little less. He keeps your last voice message in Magicam saved and listens to it sometimes under the covers at night. When he sees something you would’ve loved at the market, he stops and stares for a moment—then keeps walking. The pain never really fades. But he carries it like everything else: close to his chest, never letting it show unless he’s completely alone.

Azul is shattered, but he tries to intellectualize it. He tries to convince himself that grief can be processed in logical steps, denial, anger, bargaining. But that doesn’t stop him from breaking down in private, clutching the edge of his desk until his knuckles turn blue, trying to breathe through the panic of a world without you. He continues running the Mostro Lounge like nothing’s wrong. His smile is still polished. But behind the scenes? Azul can’t look at your favorite seat in the lounge without feeling like he’s drowning.

Azul dresses impeccably every time he visits your grave. It becomes a ritual He brings white roses, and small trinkets he made with his own hands. He kneels, brushing dust from your name. Sometimes his voice breaks. Sometimes he just sits in silence and lets the tears fall.

Azul spirals into overwork. He tries to fill the void you left with achievements, contracts—anything. But nothing is enough. He keeps your photo in the drawer of his desk, opens it during long nights, and murmurs to it like you’re still there. Jade and Floyd know. They say nothing, but keep a close eye on him. Azul never quite recovers. He simply learns how to live with a heart that echoes where your voice used to be.

Jamil becomes frighteningly quiet. His grief is organized, sharp, disciplined—he doesn’t lash out, but everything about him becomes colder. Internally, he’s drowning in guilt. He feels responsible somehow. He replays everything over and over, looking for what he missed. He doesn’t cry in front of others. But late at night, he folds your old letters and clothes, tears soaking into his palms.

Jamil treats your grave like a shrine. Every week, he brings fresh desert roses, cleans the stone, and places small food offerings from his own cooking—your favorites, made exactly the way you liked them. He never talks to you there. Instead, he meditates in silence beside the grave. Maybe he believes the words are already in his heart, or maybe it just hurts too much to speak them aloud.

Jamil becomes obsessed with control—over his routine, his environment, his emotions. He starts studying harder, sleeping less, doing more. But it’s all a way to avoid facing the pain. He wears a bracelet you once gave him and never takes it off. On the anniversary of your death, he disappears from everyone for a full day. Only Kalim knows where he goes—and he never asks questions. Jamil's grief is silent, disciplined, and buried deep. But it never leaves him.

Kalim doesn't understand it at first. He smiles, thinking you'll come through the door like always, calling his name. The reality doesn't hit until days later—when your laugh no longer echoes, when your perfume fades from his robes. Then he breaks. Not in fury, in grief so raw it silences even him. He curls up in bed, weeping into your favorite pillow, begging for it to be a dream

Kalim visits every week, rain or shine. He brings lavish flower arrangements, little handmade crafts, and occasionally food—things he learned to cook because you liked them. He talks a lot while sitting by your grave. Sometimes he cries. Other times, he smiles while telling stories, like he’s making sure your spirit is still included in his life.

Kalim throws himself into making others smile. If he can’t be happy, at least someone else can be. But deep down, there’s a hollowness. He wears a ring you once gave him—tells people it’s “for luck,” but it’s really a promise he’s trying to keep: To never forget you. Jamil ends up watching over him more carefully than ever. Kalim still laughs, still shines, but there’s a sadness behind it that never quite goes away

Jade’s grief is clinical, almost surgical in how neatly he tucks it away from others. No one sees him cry. No one sees him falter. He mourns in silence, in isolation. He’ll continue his duties, serve in the Lounge, smile with those sharp teeth—but inside, he’s completely quietly broken. His calm becomes eerie because there’s no balance anymore. Not without you.

Jade visits your grave with ritualistic precision. Once a month, on the same day, at the same time. He brings rare mushrooms, a flower you loved... He speaks rarely, if at all. He stays until nightfall, then vanishes like he was never there.

Jade becomes more elusive. Even Floyd can’t always read him. Jade starts going into deeper and more dangerous places, almost like he’s looking for something he lost. He keeps your memory alive through action—keeping what you loved alive in the world. But he never talks about you unless someone dares to ask… and if they do, he just smiles. A sad, secret smile. “You wouldn’t understand.”

[oh-no-its-bird]

Obkk ghost marriage fic where after kannabi bridge, the Uchiha decide Kakashi can keep the eye but only if he agrees to marry Obito's ghost in a traditional ghost marriage.

(This also means he officially joins the Uchiha clan. Maybe lean into how he knows very little ab his own clan history, so there's like some minor complexes playing off of that as he ultimately takes up the Uchiha name and traditions, effectively abandoning his own -> which could also play interestingly into his negative views of his father at that age. This also means he moves out of his clan compound and into the Uchiha district— which is actually really good for his mental health)

Kakashi doesn't argue, he sees it as the ultimate atonement actually. He's incredibly dutiful but especially so at that age. He'd take it dead fuckin seriously and be the best ghost bride possible. Instead of constantly going to the memorial stone he has like a proper shrine to honor him in the house where he leaves his favorite foods n stuff

Like little 13 year old widower Kakashi w Rin as his witness rip

I'm not the biggest Rin fan bc her canon characterization feels like that usual boring "girl crush turned martyr" (naruto misogony strikes again rip) and I've yet to find any interpretations that really strike me— with one exception.

I don't remember the fic, and Rin only showed up for part of it, but I remember being rlly taken by her in it. It highlighted her being as struck by Obito's death as Kakashi, with her an official mednin working overtime in the hospital as the war ramped up. Also it gave her a smoking habit!! I can appreciate a well played addiction to cope in text. Idk I just read it and kinda went "woah she suddenly feels like a real person to me"

But like, that for Rin here. She's working triple overtime in the hospital, day and night. The war is getting worse and worse and some nights she comes home w her gloves still stained in the blood of her patients from back to back surgeries where her patients died on the table. They have her listed for eye trauma specifically after her successful transplant for Kakashi, and she's proving to be invaluable for the patients w eye based kekkei genkkai. She wants to go into specifically researching and healing for eye bloodline limits, but is struggling to convince the clans to allow her access to that information.

Kakashi's new home is closer to the hospital that Rin's parents, and stuff w her parents is starting to get... tense. It hurts them, to see their daughter struggling like this. To see her coming home with dulled eyes and bloodied hands. To be waken by her nightmares and then not know how to comfort her.

Rin slowly starts staying over with Kakashi more and more and after a while she's just kind of fully moved in, but neither of them actually really talk about it

Let them be best friends w a kind of codependency on eachother that would be concerning if not for how it's very clearly keeping both of their heads afloat as days go on and things get worse.

Queerplatonic besties Rin and Kakashi sharing the same bed so when they wake up screaming they can help eachother go back to sleep easier. Rin likes it when Kakashi summons his ninken to sleep w them. They sleep easier w eachother bc they feel safer knowing they're there to have eachothers back, just like they would on the field

Anyways, Kakashi moves out of his clan compound and into the Uchiha's. He's neighbors with a little 6 year old Shisui and is kind of picked up by the scruff by a lot of Uchiha who have really weird complex feelings ab Obito's death (many of them feeling bad ab not having reached out before to him / seeing him die so young, and then projecting that onto Kakashi)

Kakashi and sometimes Rin kind of accidentally becoming a babysitter for Itachi both bc of proximity and bc Mikoto is friends with Kushina

On that note -> Minato does not really get the ghost marriage thing. He's civilian born, and the practice is really old and hasn't really been used since like, warring states era. So Minato is kind of weirded out and very "uhhh. Are you SURE this is what you wanna do?" But Kakashi seems set, and like, if it helps him cope???

He is however very supportive of getting Kakashi out of the fucking tomb of his father's house and into the much more populated and lively Uchiha clan compound

Minato makes Kakashi ANBU and designates him as his home guard specifically to keep him off the battlefield. He lowkey does the same to Rin (minus the ANBU part) positioning her in the hospital and making sure she's getting that good good mednin education. If pressed on why she doesn't go out as a field medic, he insists it's because she shows too much promise as a healer to risk— not now that they've lost Tsunade. If Rin can grow to be even half as good as she is, it'll be worth keeping her away from the fighting.

Neither Kakashi nor Rin feel very good about this decision (tho hypocritically, they agree w it when it comes to the other, bc ofc they do)

Rin doesn't die bc I say so and Obito does a comedy spit take when he inevitably learns he's legally married to Kakashi under the eyes of the Sage, Amaterasu and all.

[bullet-prooflove]

Club Night: Frank Langdon x Reader

Tagging: @kmc1989 @julessworldd @yousigned-upforthis @travelingmypassion @julius-ceasar

Summary: Frank's sobriety has some down sides... until it doesn't.

Companion piece to:

Ivy - Frank gets a tattoo to commerate the woman he loves.

Hypocrite - Frank struggles to make amends for a past wrongs.

Crash - Almost getting you fired wasn't the lowest point of Frank's addiction.

Rock Bottom - Frank hits rock bottom when he sees the devastation his addiction's caused.

Little Black Dress - Frank starts to spiral when he realises you're dating.

Every Damn Day - A drunk text leads to a confession.

Wet Dream (NSFW) - Frank sometimes dreams about the life you had together.

War Stories - A realisation about your coping habits leads you to Frank's door.

The Three Cs - Frank and you finally discuss your issues and pave away towards the future.

The Wall - A date at the climbing wall leads to a revelation from Frank.

Commitment - You create a fun way of showing Frank your commitment to the relationship.

At Your Alter - You discover Frank's tattoo when you undress him for the first time.

All In (NSFW) - You and Frank take a big step forward.

Slut (NSFW) - Frank gets a little bratty after a bad day.

Nightmare Fuel - Frank’s been waiting for the fall to come.

Boo Fucking Hoo - Your forced to defend yourself after you’re attacked outside the hospital.

The Incident - Frank’s world is thrown into turmoil when he learns about your attack.

The Filing Cabinet - Things haven't been the same between you and Frank since the attack.

The Perfect Storm - Frank's time in North Carolina almost leads to his downfall.

The House - Frank reflects on his decision to sell the house.

Hawaii - Frank travels to Hawaii to lay it all out on the line.

Wildest Dreams - Frank gets an unexpected surprise in the E.D.

The thing that Frank misses the most because of his sobriety is the clubbing. He misses the thrum of the music vibrating through his body, the flow of the movement, the freedom, the lack of inhibitions.

All of it, he just misses all of it.

Throughout the first year, he tries to replace it. He dances in the kitchen, turns the music up so loud that the neighbours leave bitchy notes on his car but nothing comes close to losing yourself along with a hundred other people to a DJ playing a lit set.

“I want you to dress a little slutty tonight.” You say after you get home from work on Friday night. You’re in an exceptional mood because your lawyer just called to tell you the asshole from your lawsuit is backing down, that you have the grounds to countersue, meaning you could recoup the legal cost. “Wear that see through black shirt we like to play in sometimes. I’ll put on those thigh high boots you want to fuck me in.”

Those boots, Frank’s been having dreams about the damn things ever since the night you asked him to move in with you.

He does as he’s told, adorning that transparent shirt that makes you a little feral. He pairs it with black jeans and a leather jacket to ward off the springtime chill as the two of you step out into the night.

When you pull up outside the club, he can already hear the music pounding out into the street. The hairs on his arms stand up and his body ignites with a sensation he hasn’t felt in a long time, one that pulses through him like a narcotic as he grips the doorhandle with white knuckles, fighting to restrain himself.

“Ivy, this isn’t a good idea…”

If he steps through that door, he knows he’s going to compromise himself. He’s going to get caught up in the whole club life thing, toss his sobriety chip down the drain. The thought of starting over…

That’s what stops him leaving the car.

“It’s dry night.” You tell him, turning to face him in the driver’s seat “They’ve just started trialling them out here in Pittsburgh. All the drinks are non-alcoholic, there’s just you, me and the music, nothing that could tempt you.”

“I don’t know about that.” Frank remarks unfastening his seatbelt, his gaze drinking in your outfit. You look like a fucking wet dream, hair falling loose around your shoulders, your lips painted the colour of black cherries. You’re wearing the same thing you did to Jana’s party, a short black dress and and those boots that make him lose his goddamn mind. “It’s been a long time since I got fucked in the bathroom of one of these places.”

What Frank’s forgotten about the dancing is that with the right partner it feels like foreplay. Your ass pressed just right against his throbbing cock as he moves with you, his fingertips skirting the hemline of your dress as he grinds against you.

When you take his hand and lead him to the bathroom, he’s ready to get down on his knees and worship you but instead you turn the tables, shoving him back against the wall before you go down on him. Those black cherry lips leaving the filthiest marks all over his dick as he grips your hair, pulsing right down the back of your throat.

You’re both covered in glitter and sweat by the time you leave the club. Frank can’t stop smiling, his ears are ringing and his body hurts but it’s all the signs of a good time, one of the wildest he’s had since his sobriety journey started. Out of all the people in this world you are the only person who gets him. You know exactly what he needs to diffuse the tension that ratchets up inside of him after a tough week in the E.D.

“This has been the best night of my life.” He tells you, his head coming to rest on the window as he watches the city lights speed by.

“Oh baby.” You tease, your hand reaching out to squeeze his thigh, your gaze fixed firmly on the road ahead. “We have plenty more of them ahead of us, I promise.”

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[dontbesoweirdkira]

Okay, so, the ask about yandere platonic dick cheating and how the reader would react has me wondering; what would happen if the reader somehow found out that Dick didn't actually change and decided to go no contact, because they couldn't trust him or maybe because they just don't want to be around someone like that? Would that cause Dick to spiral more? What exactly would be the consequences of going no contact? (Like a complete cut off, although it'd be a bit hard to do that since they live in the same house)

(I was a bit disappointed to read that he probably wouldn't change, but it seemed realistic to me because habits are hard to break and everyone in the batfam is messed up. Although, I imagine after years of therapy or something similar there might be some sort of change. But, I doubt anyone in the batfam is getting therapy... except maybe reader)

Sorry yeah, i don't like to think Dick is actually a cheater or this shitty. I just like to humor different scenarios i get requested. But you cannot deny that this man is a messy whore. THIS IS THE FACE OF EVILLL

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Look, cheaters are so sloppy. Even the ones who put the most effort into it are always bound to slip up. I imagine batsis isn't a fool. Like Richard...no way did you just go from being a serial cheater to suddenly being completely cleansed. You're an addict baby boy.

Like i said at first he's actually wanting to get clean for his baby sis and to be a good role model. I think it'd be very obvious to you that he's actually trying. He's irritable and really struggling to cope with the fact he has to put the phone down. You can see him obsessively checking his phone for what you'd assume to be a message or notification from one of his hookups. You can tell he's torn up about loosing his partners because he came clean about his unethical practices....

There's no hiding. This is such a deep seeded issue and it is really taking a toll on him. This is something like you said will need YEARS of therapy to fix.

So now Dick is trying to bullshit you a few days later...right in front of your salad! He's just sooo happy and he's proud about this new leaf turned????? Yesterday he looked like he was about to breakdown in tears because he'd been abstinent for just 48 hrs...and now he's glowing???

Dick, your patrol ended at 2 am last night...you came home at 6 am...please don't play with me rn.

not me getting heated. lol

He doesn't explicitly tell you he's back to his old ways. He's willing to keep lying his way into keeping you and this habit but it's undeniable. You know that his gf only forgave him because he lied to her too. It makes you sick when you saw the text of him telling her that he's busy with family and then left out for the rest of the day to go be with someone else.

Maybe you explode on him about it? Last time you were as nice as you could be about it but you cannot deal with the games anymore.

I liked to think in this scenario you're yelling at him and he's just still gas-lighting you, He throws every card to make you feel bad for accusing him. It absolute drives you mad. He's just so calm while you're are trying not to strangle him.

"Baby bat, i love you. I think you're just tired and are imagining things. You're convincing yourself that i'm still the old Dick because you're hurting...i understand and I forgive you. Maybe we should set up therapy sessions to help you let go of the past? Hmm?"

"YOU MOTHER FU-"

Ugh but i love him he's so fucked

The irony of him suggesting you therapy when he's the one riddles with mommy issues and the most insane coping mechanisms...

Dick isn't going to allow you to go no contact. You cannot go no contact with someone you live in the same house with. You are bound to interact and when you are dealing with someone like dick...it just won't work. The bat kids are extremely resilient and are well versed in making someone crack. You wouldn't be the exception.

More realistically you'd probably just be cold towards Dick. That's the best you can do. Not really responding to him and basically stone walling...

But i imagine this version of Dick to be much more forceful. He's done with your self righteousness. How dare you suggest moving out. That isn't an option because he needs to see his baby sister everyday. You are breaking up the family over this. You cannot cut him off because he's flawed...it's not that serious y/n. None of the other siblings are breathing down his neck. Maybe if you weren't so frustrating..he could actually become a better person. You are the one that is preventing him from being better with all your pressure!!

You packed your bags and are fully ready to walk out of this family for good because there's just too many wrong doings swept under the rug and here comes dick who is FUMING... He's trying to rip your bags out of your hands and grab you up..

You are not doing this to him. Stop being so-

Maybe your siblings step in and help you to leave. They help Dick calm down because they respect that it's your choice to live how you'd life.

Dick isn't stopping once you're gone. Especially if you're still in Gotham. There's a shadow that follows you where you go. Tons of messages and calls from unknown numbers. Even scarily enough..a blue toy bird left at your door with a small note that read

"Missed me, my little birdie? We'll be seeing each other again soon."

[thecordelialetters]

She's my Angel I Five Hargreeves x Reader

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Post Apocalypse Au! Pt2 Pt3

WC: ~3,258 Warnings/Tags: Sexual Tension, Mentions of Abuse, Agedup!Five, Mentions of previous trauma, 18+

Summary: The Umbrella Academy saved the world, the Commission is no longer after them, the moon is in one piece and everyone’s lives start to fall back into place. Five attempts to start his life over again when Klaus brings home a girl with unusual shadow powers. ⋆｡‧˚ʚ♡ɞ˚‧｡⋆⋆｡‧˚ʚ♡ɞ˚‧｡⋆⋆｡‧˚ʚ♡ɞ˚‧｡⋆⋆｡‧˚ʚ♡ɞ˚‧｡

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The Apocalypse was over and Five Hargreaves did what he did best, drink and cope. The first few weeks of freedom he tried things he had missed early on in his childhood. It started when Viktor took him shopping for a new, more appropriate wardrobe, that someone who looked his age would wear. Then he would often visit the park just to admire the beauty of places that were once a baron landscape. And sometimes he just spent his time reading catching up on what he missed in the last few years.

But old habits die hard when you spend 54 years alone and the next 2 weeks desperate to save yourself and save your family. Maybe Klaus was right when he called the apocalypse his drug because, for a while, it was all he’d ever know.

Five hadn’t slept well in a long time and despite his newfound freedom without the looming feeling of impending doom. He would find himself waking up at 4 am to check his window and just to see if everything was real.

The Academy had been empty for a bit, the first week his family had stayed back to collect themselves, celebrate, and appreciate one another but slowly their lives fell back into place. Allison went back to Claire wanting to get back her career and her daughter back. Luther wanted to find his independence and took a small helping from his inheritance to live on his own. Diego and Lila had also moved out in hopes of continuing to grow their relationship and perhaps find happiness in normalcy. Viktor, now confident in himself wanting to explore the world more began traveling and meeting new people. To Five it felt like everyone had moved on, except him. He had been the one to jump through time, and now he felt like he was stuck in it.

However this morning, his silent coffee and breakfast time was interrupted but a surprisingly sober Klaus barging through the door with a girl no taller than 5’3 who looked as if she had been dragged through the mud and a forest in his arms.

“I didn’t know where to bring her she ran into me frantic and couldn’t speak much,”

“There wasn’t anyone chasing her so I have no idea where she came from and she’s in pretty bad shape.”

Klaus looked panicked, he felt bad for the beat-up girl in his arms but what could he do besides bring her to the place he knew could help her best.

Grace and Pogo immediately took action, bringing the girl into the spare room to care for her wounds.

“What makes you think you can just bring random people in here? She could be dangerous?”

Five arched his eyebrow at Klaus’s behavior. He wasn’t a trusting man but he trusted his brother’s intuition and the girl genuinely looked like she needed help.

“I couldn’t just leave her on the road. I’m not a bad person Five. There’s something different about her I swear.”

Five looked distrustful at what his brother was saying.

“Well, we’ll just have to see when she wakes up.”

The two went back to doing their own things in the Academy waiting for you to wake up.

————————-3 days later————————

The sun shone brightly in the room you stayed at. Your eyes slowly opened, blinking harshly to adjust to the shining light. You had no idea where you were, this new place was uncomfortable and unfamiliar. Warm wood furniture decorated the walls, and the mattress you slept on seemed more comfy, soft, and warmer than your old hay-filled cot. Unsurprisingly your wounds ached but were clean nevertheless. You jumped when the door swung open to reveal a monkey? no an ape? in a suit. "Ah you're finally awake, Ill let the others know"

"I am Pogo by the way, please rest, we don't want your stitches reopening." Maybe it was the exhaustion catching up to you, but you listened to his words and laid back, staring at the large high ceilings waiting to see if whoever brought you here would be like your old doctors. Back downstairs Pogo noticed Five pacing around in the living room. "Any troubles worrying you?" "Yes that girl, I can't find any information about her, she had no ID, no name card, I even looked around the area trying to track back where she came from, and nothing." Five glanced around, more cautious of his surroundings

"What if the commission sent her?" "This is not good, not good at all"

And with a quick turn, he teleported to the room of which his unwelcome guest occupied. A flash of blue interrupted your daydreams when a boy about your age in a green flannel, cargo pants, with slightly long side parted hair entered your space. Besides appearing out of nowhere he looked almost normal, but that didn't stop you from being scared. Shivering you pushed yourself back on the bed as far as you could to try to get away from him. Sensing your fear Five held out his hands as a way to show you some form of peace. Lowering one hand he slowly approached you. But the closer he came the farther back you shuffled. Something wasn't right Five thought. You were terrified of him, what had happened to you to cause you to be in such a state.

Hey Im not going to hurt you, I don't know who you are but Im not going to hurt you." Five could see that you weren't budging so he reached into his pocket and pulled out a hazelnut toffee-flavored candy. He wasn't a big fan of sweets but had kept some from his last visit to a local coffee shop. "Here you must be a little hungry, it's good to see." He popped it in his mouth to show her that it was safe, not a trick. Slowly you reached out and touched his hand, grabbing the little treat, unwrapping it before letting the gooey sweet melt on your tongue. Five smiled at your reaction. "See? It was good." He thought you looked adorable with big doe eyes waiting to see if he had any more. He reached into his right pocket and pulled out another handle full of candies. "Ill give you one each time you answer a question. Can you do that for me?" You nodded slowly. "Okay, can you tell me your name?" "Angel" you pointed to yourself "Five" you pointed to him. You had heard Klaus shouting his name when you entered the house. "Angel? Do you have a last time?" "Five. Five Hargreeves" He pointed to himself. "Angel" You repeated. Okay maybe you didn't have a last name that was fine, at least he had gotten a name. He gave you another candy and watched you excitedly open it. "Okay Angel, another question where did you come from? Who or what were you running from?" "Doctor" you responded looking down. "What Doctor? What did he do to you." You felt like you should have known better than to trust the boy in front of you, but he looked so earnest so sweet, that you decided to show him your secret. Opening your fist a ball of shadows appeared in your hand before you tossed it into the air letting whatever light was in the room dissipate. Five knew what this had suggested. Whoever took you, held you captive, and experimented on you. Perhaps they were trying to make you into one of the unlucky 43. Another candy was handed to you.

“Show me more” Five demanded. You blinked at him slowly before he put another candy in your hand. “Show me.”

You looked at him and brought both your hands up into the air. He watched shadows run from the ground into the room and swirl around you. It appeared you could summon shadows at your will and control them.

“Good girl” and another candy as placed in your hand. "Tell me, Angel, do you know where or who it was? Do you know the name of the commission?" You stared at him blankly not understanding what he said. Before Five could ask any more questions Klaus had burst through the door. "My Angel! You are okay !" As he rushed towards you to grab your face. Stunned you jolted back from his presence. "Angel, that's why she called herself that, it's not her name, it’s what you called her!" Five went to smack Klaus in the back of the head when his hand was stopped by a shadow. "No hurt, Klaus friend" With heart eyes, Klaus dove into Angel's arms "LOOK AT MY ANGEL PROTECTING ME!!" With the gentleness of a newborn deer, Angel reached out to Klaus with a small sweet in her hand. "Candy?" "For me? Of course, Angel thank you!" Rolling his eyes at the scene Five teleported to his room to think. Where had this girl come from she had no name could barely speak and had a dark power with unknown consequences. Angel clad in Umbrella Academy uniform, and Klaus were in the living room when a flash appeared in the doorway. "Cinco! Where are you off to?" "Library I need to do some research." But just before he would reach for the doorknob a body was flung into his back. "Here take Angel with you, she needs a new set of clothes, can't have her wearing this uniform, you know all about that wouldn't you?" Klaus said as he shoved Angel forward. "I don't have time, I'm not a babysitter." Five expressed as he grabbed your arms and pushed you back. "Five...mad?" You looked up at Five with tears in your eyes. Reaching out to his face with his hand you softly pet his cheek. "Five...happy. Happy"

The time travelers face softened at the kindness you showed while trying to console him.

“I’m sorry Angel, yes Five is happy. Come on let’s go.”

He grabbed your hand ignoring the feeling of his heart when your soft skin wrapped around his.

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“Alright Angel, as cute as you look in the uniform we have to get you some normal clothes.”

Five looked over at you, but you were looking out the window. His green eyes passed over the cuts on your legs and the faint but visible bruises on your neck. It wondered him how someone could do this to you, turn a girl who seemed like an Angel into a shadow user. He parked the car at Gimble's before flashing to your side of the door to open it, Five was still a gentleman after all. "Okay now Angel, we're here to buy you some new clothes." You nodded your head to show you understood him and hopped out of the car excited to see the world around you. Being locked up for so long you had forgotten what the outside world looked like. Today the sky was blue with warm gusts of winds filling the air. People and families were seen chattering about. You reached out to grab Five's arm and pulled him closer to the store. Five chucked at your childlike antics, letting himself be whisked away by you. You dragged him to the dress section; some of the kinder doctors had given you books to look at to pass the time, many of them being princess books. There were cute frilly dresses that caught your eye immediately. Rushing forward you grabbed 3 dresses that might have suited you. With a sigh Five grabbed your shoulders wanting to tell you to go find some more practical everyday clothes. But after seeing the glimmer in your eye as if you found the most priceless thing...he couldn't bear take that away from you. "Come on Princess, let's go try them on." He ushered you to the changing room and waited outside. As he turned his back you grabbed his hand, but Five had yanked it back at the unexpected contact. He wasn't completely used to physical touch yet.

Ignoring this you grabbed his hand once more and tried to take him into the dressing room with you. "No Angel I can't go with you, just put on the dresses inside and Ill wait out here."

You had refused to let go of his hand. With another sign he allowed himself to be pulled into the confined space of the changing room. You quickly shimmied out of the uniform skirt and tie throwing it into a random corner. Five's face turned a deep scarlet red, although he was an older man the sight of your small and barely clothes body was enough to make him shift in his pants. Before he could embarrass himself any further he blinked out into the waiting room fanning his face as if he ran a marathon. There were small warning signs in his brain, don't get too attached, she doesn't know better, please don't get a boner right now. Trying to collect himself he put his hands in his face wanting to be anywhere but here right now. You interrupted his train of thought when you came out bouncing with a big smile on your face. The dress you picked out was a cute white summer dress that was white had thick straps tied on your shoulders. The skirt part stopped right above your knees and flared out with a twirl. You looked absolutely adorable, an Angel who wielded the power of a devil. "You look...beautiful" Five muffled through his hand. "Beautiful?" You questioned. "Yes you, Angel, you are beautiful." And as if your smile couldn't get any bigger, you ran and jumped into Five, his arms slowly wrapping around your frame to prevent you from falling.

"Five! Beautiful!" You smiled and pointed at him. Your fingers had graced his cheeks into a smile. Pointing at his dimple "Five! Beautiful" you repeated. "Oh, you think I'm beautiful Angel?" Five couldn't help but also feel happy and continue smiling, something about you felt like a breath of fresh air. His last few weeks had been nonstop paranoia and feeling the effects of an identity crisis, but hearing your laughter and seeing you call him beautiful, it felt as if he was actually living again. However, that didn't stop the nagging fear in the back of his mind of where you came from and what had happened to you. Perhaps it was the assassin in him that just couldn't let him...enjoy a moment. "Come on Angel, let’s get the rest of the dresses and pay. We need to head to the library before it closes." You nodded your head and skipped off to grab the rest of your dresses and clothes. You and Five stood at the cashier waiting to pay. "That will be 45.78." Five pulled out a 50 and felt your head lean on his shoulder. "Five, thank you." You looked up at him with a mischievous gleam in your eye. As he was retrieving his change you leaned up and placed your soft lips on the corner of his mouth. "Five happy?" He looked down at you and blushed "Yes Five is very happy." ————————The Library—————————- You were sat in Five's lap flipping through a picture book while he was doing research. Unfortunately, there was almost no information about any kind of suspicious activities in the area where they had found you or even how you even got to the city. Five had to expand his research on places that might have to do with experimental tests but with so little access he was found himself at a dead end. "Nothing! Absolutely Nothing!" Five yelled before slamming his notebook on the table. You jumped in his lap and covered your ears, eyes filling with heavy teardrops waiting to fall. "Shit Angel Im sorry come here." He cooed wrapping his arms around you for the fourth time today. Five pressed a kiss to the top of your hair and inhaled slowly. You smelt like a blooming meadow and a hint of cinnamon. Closing his eyes he rested his head on yours. It wasn't been often when he felt a peace like this, heck he didn’t even remember the last time he felt calm, other than when he was drinking or passed out after a mission. Your eyelashes fluttered on his neck as you began to press small kisses on his jawline. "Come on Angel what are you doing?" "Make Five happy. Kiss you" You mumbled and continued leaving marks on his neck and jaw. Five clenched his fists around you "Angel if you keep this us I'm not going to be able to hold back." Five groaned as he pulled you closer into his lap. And with his last bit of resolve, he blinked you guys back into the car. "Come on Angel let's go home." He kissed your cheek slightly to assure you he wasn't mad and drove the two of you back. ————————the academy———————--- "Mi hermano and Angel ! You guys are back" Klaus shouted from the couch he was currently lying on. You ran into the living room jumping in front of Klaus to show off your dress.

"My cutie Angel! You look so pretty!"

Klaus then swept you off your feet and into a fit of giggles. Five, who had been observing the scene from the bar was actively trying to fight off the green monster that was creeping up his heart. "Leave her alone Klaus we had a long day. Come on Angel let's have your shower and get ready for bed." It was obvious you needed to be cared for and Five had already begun to assume the role. Pulling out some extra pajamas Five had in his wardrobe he handed them to you before showing you the bathroom. "Shower here and come back to my room when you are done okay?" You nodded back and went into the bathroom. With a sign Five flopped on his back in bed wondering more about you. How could someone he just met cause him to feel such a way? Maybe it was his messed up time-traveling brain that was causing these emotions but deep down he knew he had a hidden attraction to you. He began to think more about your powers. You couldn't be part of the 43 because you were too young but you also showed an understanding of your abilities and more control than Viktor did when he first found out about his. Five would have to talk to you after you shower about your abilities. Small footsteps padded outside his room before stopping. The door swung open and there you stood wrapped in only a small towel Grace had given you. Five green eyes turned wide as you skipped into his room.. You had turned to grab the pajamas he had left you on the bed and dropped your towel. Five sat up instantly, his eyes wandered over the curve of your breasts and the plumpness of your backside. Being in the apocalypse and focused on getting back home to his family never allowed him much time for romance or women, besides Delores. You stood up as bare as the day you were born, nipples perked up at the cold air and you put the silk top and bottom on. Now properly clothed you turned to Five who was staring at you with eyes that rivaled a burning sun. In a blink, he was in front of you grabbing your waist with such a force it felt like you would disappear if he let go. Bringing his lips to your neck he kissed gently and dragged his face to meet your eyes. Soft despreate lips met plump shy ones as you and Five melted into each other. The kiss grew hungry, more desperate, both parties missing the feel of one another. The two of you fell back onto the bed with Five on top of you. Two souls both isolated from the world finally finding solstice in one another. All the questions Five had for you were gone from his mind, the only thing replacing it was the thought of how your body felt against his. A small hand reached into the front of Five's pants. "I want to help Five" You had whispered into his ear. It was going to be a long night.

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[twistedwonderlandshenanigans]

More Random Headcanons About The TWST Cast As Kids

Reminder that I write these as if y'all have read my other HCs LMAO /lh if something seems off, it's probably because it has to do with my headcanons overlapping- I've linked a few for context if anyone would like them ^^. No TW, and please no chapter 7 spoilers ^^

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Heartslaybul

Riddle used to really badly want a key collection. Something something about hearing that every door is leading to an opportunity you can unlock if you work for it. Took it too literal as a little kid. Still thinks antique keys are cool as fuck

Trey used to have a fascination with ants because his mom was able to smell them, and of course, growing up in a bakery they would have been a bit of a concern. So sometimes he would just go and sit and watch an ant hill for hours, claiming that he was making sure none were getting in the shop but uh he was really just watching them

Despite his own accent, and the one his mum made him use, Cater would pick up other people's accent like a sponge when he was little; thankfully little kids thought it was cool, not that he was trying to offend them (haha also a psychological survival trait to try and blend in as quickly as possible in a new environment and since we know he moved around a lot---) (lol I actually forgot to make a post about this I've only yapped about it on DC)

Deuce used to love blowing and getting raspberries when he was little because he could feel them rather than hear them

When Ace was Little Little he stuck a toy cat up his nose, followed by a firetruck, followed by a fireman. Yes it took a hospital visit. Yes this is based on a clip I saw from house m.d Yes it was his brother who took him, shut up

Savannaclaw

Leona desensitized his hands when he was younger because his coping mechanism for frustration was physical training. He wanted to be the best general the royal army ever had and if he could feel no pain in his hands like his great great grandpa he would achieve that goal, at least in his mind. (He would fist fight trees basically, after he was done his basic training with the current general)

Ruggie didn't speak to anyone except his grandma until he was about 5/6 years old; mostly because he had been taught that listening is less likely to get you in the bad sort of trouble than talking would, especially in the neighbourhood he grew up in

Jack used to sleep on his dad's tail, to the point he COULDN'T fall asleep unless he was hugging his dad's tail. Luckily his dad doesn't get excited too easily but this lasted until he was about 7 years old

Octavinelle

Azul loved getting ready with his mum in the morning, and before she had to go to work. He would often come to her with like a strand of seaweed or clams or coral so she could give him a cute hairstyle. He wouldn't be caught dead wearing them to school unfortunately, but he loved those moments with his mom.

Floyd used to collect shark teeth off the sea floor, at least. for a short time. After The Incident he decided to collect sand dollars instead to slide under Jade's 'door' while he was recovering

Jade first liked mushrooms because he thought the tops of them looked a little bit like sand dollars :) but also once he recovered he started collecting shark teeth from the sea floor and made a knife out of one as a silent thank you to Floyd - not because he thought he needed it, but just because it looked cool

Scarabia

Kalim used to have a horrible skin picking and nail biting habit; not out of anxiety but pure boredom from living under highly protected circumstances for a little while (also iykyk what this lead to)

Jamil had a mild allergy to mango, but still ate it anyways because he thought the tingly feeling was normal for mango.

Pomefiore

Vil used to make his barbies their own outfits; he would request fabric scraps from his designers to do so so they could match, and often brought a matching barbie with him onto sets and talk shows

Rook had bangs so long they covered his eyes; without having anyone reliable to ask for help, he used to use mud to slick it back out of his face

Epel 'refused' to lose any of his teeth in any other way than by biting an apple. Tooth fell out at school? He kept it a secret until lunch and put the tooth In His Apple. Tooth fell out at home? He would deny it, run to the orchard and grab an apple just to stick his tooth in it. Even now he says he lost all his teeth by biting an apple OTL

Ignihyde

Idia (as an only child) used to make 'potions' out of his moms bathroom supplies BUT they were always organized by use. So skincare products would get mixed together, hair products would get mixed together, dental products would get mixed together because in his mind, when his parents put everything together, it made the product better than it did originally

Ortho used to hide in vents OTL he would unscrew vents (which he did so by stealing his moms multitool on her belt) crawl inside and hold the vent cover in place until he could pop out and scare someone (usually his dad)

Diasomnia

Malleus was really bad at singing, I mean just awful. Like birds are dropping from the sky, magic mirrors want to shatter themselves and Lilia would even make him stop by offering him ice cream :skull: he did get voice lessons, but he was very huffy about them because he 'didnt need to get better if he was already the best'

Lilia as a teen would make dolls for fae orphans, but never told anybody about it out of embarrassment

Silver would often fall asleep with an animal he somehow managed to smuggle into the cabin from outside. If Lilia ever tried to take it, (even for the benefit of the animal), Silver would pull the biggest saddest puppy dog eyes you ever did see and Lilia had no military training for that OTL

Sebek used to eat his food by twisting his head and shaking his arms in opposite directions to tear it apart because of Croco instincts (can't deathroll, can try though).

Faculty

Crowley once got his entire fist stuck in his mouth

All of the cats Trein had growing up were named after famous religious figures that he grew up with

Crewel used to restore cars a lot, before he picked up his more glam style. His first car was a 1972 Chevy Nova that he managed to buy and soupe up after working two summer jobs since he was 14.

Vargas had a highschool sweetheart that he never got the chance to confess to. He still has the love letter in a shoebox somewhere. (hopeless romantic Vargas is so canon to me guys you don't understand)

Sam has never lost a card game since he was 9. His dad used to show him allllll the ways to cheat and fudge the deck in his favour, but also developed his skill. As of right now he's also banned from the local casino

Others

Che'nya was legally missing for 48 hours as a child because he went invisible, and decided the back of an unmarked van and a bunch of weird dudes acting strangely was paw-fect for an adventure. He ended up making them think their house was haunted before finding his way back home completely unharmed. The police and his parents didn't notice he was home until he asked for help opening a yogurt tube OTL

Jack Hearts had an obsession with learning how to fly, and accidentally incited panic in his parents several times after thinking a pile of leaves would be enough to cushion his jump from the second story of their house.

Falena had a really bad phase of making a popping noise as a stim. It had started off as a joke to mildly annoy Leona but he ended up annoying himself too

Cheka likes wearing his moms heels because he feels really small and thinks he should be taller

Najma had a HUGE sweet tooth. Sometimes, if Jamil could manage it, he would slip desserts from Kalim's testing tray (after he had tested them) to her and promise to learn to make them if she really enjoyed them. Also, unlike her brother, Najma has always been a disaster in the kitchen

Marja used to tap all sorts of trees to make syrups out of them. During the off season for apples, she would make lollipops out of them to sell door to door to neighbours. She was trying to save up for a dog (a border collie specifically)

Mama Shroud used to go scuba diving regularly (she's sooo Aussie in my head) and wanted to become a marine biologist before she really discovered engineering; which only happened when she had to think on the fly for one of her friends air tanks malfunctioning.

Papa Shroud loved to annoy his big sister LMAO he loved fake crying to get her in trouble and make her play with him

Ms. Hades (who I HC as Papa Shroud's sister) used to love doing her makeup, and would sometimes wrangle her younger brother into being her guinea pig for new styles

Maleanor used to flirt by asking other noble boys if they wanted to butt heads like rams with her OTL for some reason they all said no…

Baul was in cello lessons when he was little. He hated them. His mother commissioned a piece to have his disgruntled face and little outfit immortalized forever

Rollo used to buy little oils/perfumes so he and his brother could have the same smell on their respective handkerchiefs. His brother's favourite was sandalwood.

OCS

Vizzie loved pomegranates because she thought they made her look like a vampire when she ate them

Xenos used to throw fish at people from under the water when he was bored

Aspen would go up to random people to show them how he was double jointed in the wrists OTL

Danya's comfort item was his late father's ushanka

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If you want to read more about how I hc their families, I have two headcanon posts here and here and specifically about their guardians here

If you want some more Kid Silliness, I've got hcs here and here ANNND here

If you want to check out something else, I've got my masterlist here

And if you made it all the way here, thank you for reading!!

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WIP wednesday tagged by the amazing @rcmclachlan and @agentpeggycartering <3 thank you!

here is some more from the fic formerly known as phosphorescence, now renamed pothos | pathos or pothos fic for short. follows [this]

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Eddie worries about Buck.

And, if he lets himself think about it, he feels a little guilty for only worrying about Buck now, and not before.

Sure, he'd felt bad for the guy when Tommy dumped him but, well, Buck had been dumped before. He always ended up fine.

Maybe Eddie should have caught on earlier to the ways things were different this time around. Part of that was because Tommy was his friend, and that made things a little awkward, but he'd figured out soon enough that if he just... avoided talking with Tommy about Buck and with Buck about Tommy, it was... fine. He was just a little more vague about it when he had plans with either of them. Easy.

It wasn't exactly like he didn't have anything else on his mind, what with Christopher speaking to him in actual multi-word sentences these days and the whole El Paso house hunt.

Still, he should have probably caught on the fact that it was weird, how easy it was to avoid the subject of Tommy around Buck. At least, in depth.

Sure, Buck talked a lot about how he wanted to reach out, how he'd seen Tommy bubble him again, and the baking... well, the baking spoke for itself. Still, it had taken Buck a full week to share any sort of details as to why he and Tommy had broken up, how it had happened. Even then, Buck had been pretty closed off about it.

And then Buck just... kept baking. And, okay, sue Eddie, it hadn't pinged anything at first because Buck has a tendency to get a little intense about things in general. Until now, those things usually only lasted for a short period of time before Buck wore himself out and things went right back to normal. Or he would go on to the next thing, which, for Buck, was normal.

But the baking went on, so Eddie had figured, hey, Buck had a new hobby. It was a way to cope that wasn't unhealthy for anyone except the people he kept trying to pawn his pastries off to. He was keeping local businesses running with his shopping habits. Buck was keeping himself busy, processing his emotions in a way that didn't involve suing the department or having to be bailed out of jail. You know, all good things. So surely it was fine.

But now... the Tommy thing.

Eddie had kept in contact with Tommy. They'd kept up their weekly hangouts and it hadn't been awkward, because they didn't talk about it. Tommy had looked a little more rough around the edges and he was a little quieter than he had been, but Eddie could tell he was dealing with it in his own way. Their sparring got an extra edge of intensity to it and Eddie enjoyed the extra challenge. Figured if Tommy wanted to talk, he'd talk. But he didn't, so they didn't. Easy as that.

Eddie thought it was, well, fine.

But now Buck is very clearly not fine, and Eddie just watches and sips his coffee while Buck gestures emphatically as he says something to Maddie.

“Have you talked to him?”

Chimney appears by his side and Eddie very nearly inhales his next sip. “Holy-- Chim, stop sneaking up on people like that.”

“Well, have you?”

Eddie dabs at his shirt, trying to figure if he's going to need to change or if the dark blue fabric masks the coffee stain well enough. Glances over to find Chimney still standing next to him, also watching Maddie and Buck.

“You talking about Buck, or Tommy?” Eddie finally asks.

“Either, or.”

“Talked to Tommy day before yesterday. He seemed fine.”

“What about Buck?” Chim says, turning towards Eddie. “Has he... talked to you?”

Somehow Eddie suspects he doesn't mean just in general. “About...?”

“His... theory.”

Eddie frowns. “No, he hasn't mentioned a theory. What kind of theory?”

Chimney ignores his question. “Nothing about Tommy seeming... off?”

“No, I...” Eddie hesitates, thinks back. “Well, he has been asking a lot more questions. But like, trying to be subtle about it, you know?”

Chimney hums.

Eddie casts him a sidelong glance. “Why? What'd he say to you?”

“I probably shouldn't say,” Chimney says. He's fidgeting. Eddie waits him out.

All it takes is a single raised eyebrow on his part and one glance up from Chimney, and Chim cracks. “Fine, but this stays between us, alright?” He glances around them. “He thinks Tommy isn't Tommy.”

Eddie lets the words sink in. Waits for them to make sense. They don't. “What the hell does that mean?”

“See? That's what I asked him, but he couldn't explain it. Just said he wasn't acting like himself.”

Eddie considers this. “I mean, he has seemed a little different, recently.”

“Different how?”

Eddie thinks its a good thing Buck isn't here to hear it, honestly felt guilty about even noticing it, before. “Honestly? Tommy seems... better.”

“Better how?”

Eddie shrugs again. “Calmer? Like he's actually getting some sleep these days.”

“Shit,” Chimney huffs.

“Yeah.”

“Don't tell Buck that.”

“Wasn't planning to.”

They finish their coffee in silence.

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big big shout out to the one and only @hubcaphalo for the input re: eddie pov

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eddie munson

masterlist • stranger things • 07/23/24

˚‧⁺ ･ ˖ · ୨ৎ recs

𑣲 june baby I @luveline

singlemom!reader

𑣲 is it getting to much I @/luveline

you finally work up the courage to kiss Eddie for the first time and he can’t cope (even if he claims he can)

𑣲 dark matter I @/luveline

You ask your best friend Eddie to give you your first kiss. Eddie's not really in the habit of saying no to you.

𑣲 as you wish I @corroded-hellfire

When Eddie isn’t appreciated like he should be, his babysitter feels the need to step in and comfort him.

𑣲 request I @/corroded-hellfire

𑣲 clueless I @munson-blurbs

Everyone can tell that you like Eddie. Except for Eddie.

𑣲 boob man I @/munson-blurbs

eddie is a boob man

𑣲 i want you to want me I @/munson-blurbs

You've been crushing on Eddie since you joined Hellfire Club. Too bad he's crushing on Chrissy Cunningham...right?

𑣲 hurt feelings I @munsonson

Eddie breaks up with Reader for being boring, giving her the impression they just weren’t right for each other. Unfortunately for him, he realizes too late how big of a mistake this was.

𑣲 red soaking wet I @taintedcigs

you and your boyfriend eddie decide to have some fun in the living room, what you fail to notice is that your boyfriends roommate steve is also awake. and he can’t help himself.

𑣲 soft touches I @msgexymunson

you and your dealer Eddie get a little closer than anticipated.

𑣲 oops pt2 I @dakotalun

Eddie "accidentally" sends a tasteful pic to his best friend.

𑣲 request I @lovebugism

you get mean when you like someone, so eddie thinks you hate him

𑣲 drunk in love I @/lovebugism

“you're drunk, eds" / "yeah, super drunk. and in the morning, when i'm sober, you’ll still be beautiful… i’m just gonna be too chicken shit to tell you.”

𑣲 request I @eddiemunsons-missingnipple

𑣲 firefighter!eddie I @/eddiemunsons-missingnipple

𑣲 request I @ashwhowrites

𑣲 cheerleader cupid I @/ashwhowrites

𑣲 secrets out I @/ashwhowrites

𑣲 no could save me but you pt2 I @andvys

You couldn't save him in time but you couldn’t let death take him either so you made a bargain that caused you to pay a high price

𑣲 love will tear us apart I @/andvys

Eddie convinced himself that he hates the girl that took over his mind the moment he laid eyes on her. The girl that he saved without even knowing it.

𑣲 i’m begging for you to take my hand I @/andvys

It's a hot summer afternoon when Eddie's life changes for the better, and two very special people step into his life.

𑣲 candygram I @hellfirenacht

It's Valentine's day and you shoot your shot with Eddie by sending him a Candygram.

𑣲 you’re clueless you know that I @magicalmysteries777

You agree to accompany Steve to Enzo's for Valentine's Day with only one shared goal in mind - to make Eddie so jealous he has no choice but to have the one conversation he's being avoiding.

𑣲 86’ baby I @strangerquinns

It's Senior Year for Hawkins High School Class of '86. But while most are dealing with the pressure of finales, the threat of the Upside Down looms over you and your friends. But an old friend is soon pulled into the darkness, and all you hope to do is save him while pushing away old feelings.

𑣲 driving lessons I @moonstruckme

𑣲 the prettiest girl in the room I @obsessedelusional

You shared a secret relationship with Eddie, if that’s what you could even consider it. You wished for more but never could bring yourself to tell Eddie this. What happens when your at a party and he gets dared to kiss the prettiest girl in the room?

𑣲 love in the locker room I @bimbobaggins69

you go into the boys locker room with a plan to steal the polaroids your now ex boyfriend took of you to show off to his friends, but the last thing you suspected was to be met with Eddie ‘the freak’ Munson and his very big friend.

𑣲 dial a thrill I @/bimbobaggins69

you and your ex broke up more than five months ago and you’ve refused to start dating again, even the thought of a one night stand puts a bad taste in your mouth but on a lonely night something you thought you’d never be desperate enough to do, becomes as tempting as ever.

𑣲 on the outside I @lesservillain

𑣲 slip of the lip I @boomhauer

Abandoned by Hellfire on movie night, Eddie finds another way to entertain himself.

𑣲 ribbons, cheerleaders, eddie I @chr0llossexygf

eddie is surprised to see a hawkins high tigers uniform in a heavy metal shop. but he’s even more surprised to see it belongs to hawkins high’s golden girl y/n l/n

𑣲 twenty four hours I @ghost-proofbaby

in which eddie munson and you absolutely hate each other's guts. what happens when your friends make a bet that you can't spend more than twenty four hours consecutively together?

𑣲 a simple life I @/ghost-proofbaby

you try to clean your depression room while eddie's over, but he keeps distracting you

𑣲 foolishness and all I @/ghost-proofbaby

your boyfriend puts your love to the test when his heart is set on a certain unsightly purchase.

𑣲 let me be your goodnight I @eddiesxangel

temporary fix 1D song fic

𑣲 1-800-hot-to-go I @/eddiesxangel

reader reveals during a pizza and beers hangout she was a phone sex operator for a brief time and everyone is shocked and one of them jokingly asks if she was any good and she whispers something dirty in their ear and it changes their friendship

𑣲 knockin on heavens door I @allthingsjoeq

Eddie meets reader when he’s locked himself out of his place, only wearing a towel, and it’s freezing out…

𑣲 his hands I @fairyysoup

How do you make getting a haircut an erotic experience? You have Eddie Munson as your hairdresser, of course.

𑣲 bad idea I @galaxy-siren

tutoring Eddie leads to you proving you are more than the teacher’s pet.

𑣲 twos company, three’s a crowd I @/galaxy-siren

So Dustin ends up meeting a nice girl and smart in the science club (reader), and ends up talking at the lunch table that he has fallen in love with the girl. Eddie becomes jealous when he learns that Dustin is talking about his girlfriend and becomes protective.

𑣲 dirty little secret I @mouthfullofmunson

Eddie is in desperate need of a fake girlfriend after lying to his band mates about his dream girl.

𑣲 my favorite customer I @loveshotzz

You’ve been buying weed from your new dealer for a few months now. Always leaving it in your mailbox while you’re at work, you two never cross paths until one Friday night when you come home early.

𑣲 ahoy I @violetrainbow412-blog

In some timeline, Starcourt didn't burn down and Eddie was able to go to work selling ice cream. He and Steve make a little bet, from which Eddie comes out happy.

𑣲 overheard pt2 I @gaybybirth

Bringing Dustin's laundry into his room is usually a fairly uneventful task, especially when he's not there. But when he leaves his radio on and Eddie's slurred words sneak through the static, you overhear something you know you're not supposed to. How the hell are you supposed to react the next time you see Eddie after you accidentally overhear him saying he had a sex dream about you?

𑣲 jason doesn’t know I @storiesforallfandoms

jason doesn’t know that his girlfriend and eddie do it in his van every sunday

𑣲 oblivious I @/storiesforallfandoms

in which he has a huge crush on the scoops ahoy girl, but she's too oblivious to notice

𑣲 the girlfriend experience I @kiwi-bitchez

Eddie doesn’t think he’s cut out for dating. Self-resigned to a life of one and done hookups, you’re determined to make him see that he has the capacity to be a worthy companion… for when the right girl comes around.

𑣲 i’ll make it up to you I @stranger-nightmare

Eddie’s been distant and self conscious about his body ever since the bat incident in the upside down, meaning the two of you haven’t slept together for a while, when you finally confront him on it he vows to make it up to you...

𑣲 best kept secret I @mysticmunson

eddie munson is hated by every man in town, but secretly loved by all the ladies, and not just for his large personality.

𑣲 the freaks I @manicformunson

Reader's friends find out about her crush on Eddie Munson and tease her about it constantly until one lunch period they take it too far

𑣲 off limits pt2 pt3 I @loveronlineee

When Dustin sees something between Eddie and his sister, he forbids them from talking to each other, but that won’t stop them secretly meeting up.

𑣲 enough for you I @tbrxnnan

in which you and eddie munson break up. based on the song by olivia rodrigo.

𑣲 movie night I @say-al0e

You've been crushing on Eddie Munson for ages. When you finally ask him over to a watch a movie, you learn that your feelings are definitely requited.

𑣲 cool as hell I @lesbianjackies

The Hellfire club finds out about Eddie's girlfriend.

𑣲 ten things i like about you I @theonewiththefanfics

There is one rule for Y/N to accept Jason Carver’s advances: if he wants to go out with her, the jock has to name ten things he likes about the resident ‘Freak'Eddie Munson. Can he do it?

𑣲 girlfriend? I @sunflowergirl522

𑣲 treat her right, okay? I @wiltinglovers

eddie lets his insecurities get the better of him, letting you go and taking his heart with you.

𑣲 jealously jealously part 2 I @theoreticslut

you were a part of hellfire long before your brother and his friends got to high school, yet they fit right into the club while you get pushed aside.

𑣲 oh, baby part 2 part 3 I @inknopewetrust

You and Eddie raise a baby… however, you’re not a couple and the baby isn’t real.

𑣲 turbo love I @taintandviolent

After getting fed up with Jason Carver and his gross attitude, reader decides to take him up on a dare. That dare, is kissing Eddie Munson on the mouth. Something she's been longing to do since she arrived in Hawkins.

[asprinkleoftism]

i am begging you for cecil headcanons (◎﹏◎)

Cecil Stedman Headcanons

I gotcha fam! Honestly if Donald didn't exist, Cecil would be the one who has a main chokehold on me. Doesn't help that Walton Goggins voices him and I could go ON about that man. If you would like some more then don't hesitate to ask! I hope you enjoy!

Despite having grey morals, he genuinely does care for everyone and wants the best outcome for everyone. 

Drinks coffee black, no sugar, no milk. 

Sweets are his kryptonite. Tries not to indulge in them too much but decides to anyway because ‘fuck it I protect the world from assholes’

Drives a black BMW 530i Sedan

Favorite color is red

Holidays are the only time he feels even remotely relaxed. 

Usually will host the company holiday parties at the GDA to have a sense of normality. 

Dog person 

Scotch and vodka guy

Likes classical music and instrumentals

Has a short fused temper and does internally feel bad when he takes it out on Mark or Donald

Doesn’t show it but would love to settle down one day with someone he loves 

Will take hot showers or to just stand and lay in and contemplate life and/or what has happened recently

Cannot cook to save his life. Will get takeout every time. Highly sleep deprived is a factor in that. 

Night owl

Will show his emotions through his face expressions. No poker face for this lad

Reads during his free time and it's usually a dystopian novel to help cope with what is going on in the real world. ‘It could always be worse’

Has a world coin collection

Like with his books, he likes to watch horror or thrillers that are wild to help cope with what he does for a living but is down for a comedy. Detective and mysteries are some of his favorite as well

Lives off of energy drinks and not because of the taste but because of the caffeine. 

Served in the military before taking his role leading the GDA

Has PTSD from his time in the military but keeps it to himself. 

Pro supporter of LGBTQ and women's rights and equality of course

Is satisfied with punching assholes in the face when he can

Feels remorse for keeping the secret from Donald

Sometimes he has a hard time finding the right words for comfort but will always find a way to do so physically whether it be a hug or hand on the shoulder

Will play first person shooter games if he needs to decompress after a hard day

Mediates daily 

If he does somehow get into a relationship, he has a hard time finding time for both GDA and the relationship. Eventually learns how to manage both. 

Dreams of retiring one day and would give the role to Donald in a heartbeat once he does

Born and raised in the South

No pet names except for darlin’

Soft spot for animals. Do not put on Old Yeller. May cry, but will mostly be mad about how it ends. 

Will only put up the Christmas tree when it's December. 

Although very closed off, once he is with someone he slowly starts to open up. And despite being hard shelled, he does have a soft spot in his heart for the ones he loves and cares about. 

Despite being retired, he remains in the city out of habit

Secretly loathes change 

Likes puzzles but doesn’t like the tiny 1000 pieces one for they test his patience. 

Speaking of patience, he doesn't have a lot of it

Loves going out for dates. He feels as though staying in is ‘not taking the opportunity to do something while we are still alive’

Does his best not to bring work home with him but it is difficult for him to do so. 

The second he yells at his significant other for any reason he tries anything to make up for it. ‘I’m sorry darlin’. I’m a mean old bastard, I know.’ *proceeds to hug them and take them out to eat or buy them whatever they wanted*

Considering he is in the high ranks, he has a huge salary but doesn’t ever buy anything for himself and is genuinely shocked when his significant other buys something for him out of the kindness of their heart. ‘What is this?’ ‘It made me think of you so I bought it’ ‘..thank you.’ 

6’4 height like Donald 

Bad OCD and is working to try and have it managed 

Borderline almost an alcoholic only because he drinks to cope with whatever happens throughout the day. 

Loves to be the little spoon after having a rough day. Would lowkey kill you, jk, if you ever told a soul about it

Hold him close, run your fingers through his hair, and say sweet nothings to him and he is melting into your arms and the bed. Instantly puts him to sleep. Again would never tell a living soul about it. 

Bad habit of biting his nails out of nervousness

Early balding due to the acid attack that killed hair follicles in that area

Not a huge crier and it only would be around his significant other after being together for a very long time and after it has been built up and bottled up over time. 

Doesn’t trust easily so it would take him a long time to open up to his significant other

Secret talent? Excellent violin player. Don’t know why but it fits. 

Whether in public or private, he would kiss his significant other at any given moment. ‘We could be nuked at any given moment. I can kiss my goddamn partner if I like.’ 

[allwaswell16]

A One Direction fic rec of fics that deal with mental illness in some way as requested in this ask. If you enjoy the fics, please leave kudos and comments. You can find my other recs here.

- Louis / Harry -

✧ rather be sad with you (than anywhere away from you) by ohsailor

(E, 145k, uni) Louis, Niall, and Liam have already been living together for four years when they get a new roommate. Harry’s in pre-med and Louis is struggling to graduate and fulfill his family’s hope of him becoming an esteemed lawyer while battling his mental health.

✧ My Lights Stay Up, But Your City Sleeps by PearlyDewdrops

(E, 108k, fwb) Louis has trouble sleeping, Harry has a habit of wrapping himself around Louis during the nights, and a mutual agreement to engage in a fun and simple thing quickly turns into something perhaps not so fun, and certainly not simple.

✧ another dream but always you by you_explode / @nobodymoves

(M, 66k, superpower) Harry is a Dreamwalker; he has the ability to visit people in their dreams and help put them on the right path. He's assigned to Louis, who's struggling after the break-up of his band. 

✧ From This Moment On by therogueskimo / @bravetemptation

(NR, 52k, famous/not famous) Louis Tomlinson needs a tour photographer, and he thinks he's found the one in the mysterious H on Instagram. Harry Styles swore he'd never do tour photography again - that is, until he did.

✧ knives don't have your back by @turnyourankle

(M, 51k, uni) The lone survivor of an on campus massacre that claimed the lives of his four housemates, Harry is urged to take a sabbatical or transfer. Instead, he chooses to stay in school, move into the dorms, and overcome his fears.

✧ we should open up (before it's all too much) by @disgruntledkittenface

(M, 43k, vampire Louis) Struggling with grieving and depression since his dad died, Harry has never felt so alone. It’s too much to cope with on his own, but he feels like a burden when he tries to open up with people. Then he meets Louis.

✧ there now, steady love (so few come and don't go) by we_are_the_same / @so-why-let-your-voice-be-tamed

(M, 42k, supernatural) It becomes just another fact of life. The sky is blue. The grass is green. Louis sees when people are about to die.

✧ Here (In Your Arms) by @afangirlfantasy

(G, 42k, enemies to lovers) College AU where Louis is the upperclassman frat boy with problems too deep for alcohol to drown out, and Harry is the stereotypical freshman with plans to figure out who he is.

✧ You and Me by delsicle / @eeveedel

(E, 36k, Dunkirk) Alex goes to war. He comes back and everything is the same -- his hometown, his flat, the boy with the bad heart he left behind. Everything is same. Except for him.

✧ Lead Butterfly by LadyLondonderry / @londonfoginacup

(M, 32k, pirates) When the ship Harry lives on is boarded and overtaken by the crew of The Lady Charlotte, he thinks it’s going to be the end of the line. What he’s not expecting is to be brought onto the ship and provided safe passage. At least, as long as no one finds they’ve mistaken a common pirate for a noble.

✧ To Give You a Hand to Hold by gettingaphdinlarry

(NR, 26k, military) Marine Louis Tomlinson is medically discharged when an IED explodes in Afghanistan. Months later, he's reunited Stateside with his Navy medic Harry Styles. The two of them shelter each other even as they refuse to admit they're in the throes of PTSD, until one night nearly destroys them.

✧ With These Arms Folded by @taggiecb

(NR, 21k, famous/not famous) Harry Styles is living a peaceful existence in California as a very successful songwriter. That is until he receives a curious email one sunny summer morning, and his life almost immediately gets turned upside down

✧ You're A Universe by Jiksa / @jiksax

(E, 15k, kid fic) Louis’s a stay-at-home dad in London and Harry’s a business expat in Qatar. Louis doesn’t know how much longer their marriage can survive the distance.

✧ the colors that i can't change by bravestyles / @bravestylesao3

(NR, 15k, hurt/comfort) Harry has Dissociative Identity Disorder, and Louis tries his best to understand.

✧ You're a Habit Hard to Break by LiveLaughLoveLarry / @loveislarryislove

(T, 11k, exes) Everyone deals with breakups differently. Louis feels everything all at once -- hurt, anger, sadness. Harry feels nothing at all. They're two broken people, but they don't know how to fix themselves alone.

✧ your best fake smile by YesIsAWorld / @louandhazaf

(G, 6k, first date) Harry reluctantly agrees to a first date with Louis at Coney Island.

✧ You've Got A New Life (Am I Bothering you?) by LilyBlue28

(NR, 5k, omegaverse)  the one where Louis is an omega who suffers from PTSD and is triggered one day. He doesn't know how to ask for help from his doting alpha, doesn't think he deserves it, and tries to handle it on his own.

✧ I'm Falling Again by @jaerie

(M, 3k, canon) Just like the last three times, his call went straight to voicemail, driving home the fact of just how badly he’d fucked up.

- Rare Pairs -

✧ You Don't Care About Me (One More Night) by @lululawrence

(NR, 60k, Louis/Nick Grimshaw) the one where Louis pines for Harry and Nick helps ease his way into figuring himself out through a friends with benefits sort of arrangement. Things quickly turn complicated.

✧ Lost Coastlines by pukeandcry

(T, 21k, Harry/Nick Grimshaw) It's been a year since Harry and Niall died in a plane crash – only it turns out they didn't, because they've just been rescued from the island they've been stranded on, and Harry is suddenly back in Nick's life, not quite good as new.

[koolades-world]

Helloooo it's me again back with another obey me request :)

Could I get the Demon bros with a depressed MC? I'm having a rough time rn and I just need some comfort but ofc feel free to ignore if u don't do requests like these!!

Have a nice day/night!! ♡☆♡☆♡

hi! of course! sorry I'm so late on this!!! also love your pfp (huge pjsekai fan)

Part of the reason I took so long is because I just didn’t know where to start

I love the demon bro I wanna squeeze them like a squishmellow and they’ve gotten me thorough some tough stuff

it's hard for me to articulate anything relating to depression just because I struggle to open up about it especially after my diagnosis. I don’t think anyone except my mom knows only because she was in the room at the time, and all you guys now of course haha

sorry if that was worded so weird and if anything below is worded weird but it’s just hard for me to find words to put together how I’m feeling but writing is my therapy so thank you for this request :)

Brothers with a depressed Mc

Lucifer

would def notice something was up right away from the first meeting, not because of how you acted, but just because it's Luci

once he officially found out, he made all arrangements needed right away

you need a few days off school? you got it, he's already talking to diavolo

you need a break from chores? you got it, he distributed the work among the rest of the family

there's only one thing you feel like eating? you got it, it's what everyone is eating for dinner

supportive in a quiet way, and does all sorts of little things to lighten the load

Mammon

as your first and best man, he acts as your knight and is willing to do anything to help you out

he tries his best to correct his own bad habits so you can work together on yourself

like, for example, if you struggle to get out of bed in the morning, he will get up and moving earlier so you can be up at the same time

nobody is perfect! he tells you this all the time because he knows how dark everything might seem sometimes

he partially understands how you feel since being the family punching bag for hundreds of years takes a toll on someone

he’s with you in every step of your journey, ups and downs, no matter what

Levi

he often has his own self deprecating thoughts, so he knows what you’re dealing with

everyone copes in their own ways but he hopes by sharing all the things he loves, he can bring some happiness

he shared everything with you, both his physical possessions and his thoughts

if you prefer to just sit together, he can do that, but if you want to talk about it, he will do his best to also share how he’s feeling

he wants you to be able to use him as a support system and as someone to fall back on

he always tries to bring a smile to your face and to be someone you trust, despite his own flaws

Satan

he shows you the little joys in life, the ones you might struggle or forget to see like sunsets and how the clouds change color with the sky, or how soft flower petals can be, or how a smile can change someone’s entire day

often he invites you out to places, for no reason at all so you can enjoy everything, especially the sun

he takes you on trips to the human world to visit your favorite places and occasionally see your favorite people if he’s allowed

he helps you with school work and takes the load when ever he can

if you asked him, he would do anything for you <3

Asmo

he always helps you out with your personal hygiene since often, that's what goes first

it's much easier to keep a routine if someone is doing it with you, and Asmo would never forget, so he help keep you on track

but, he's also not pushy about it. if you'll let him, he'll do some of the tasks for you, no strings attached

he's with you at your worst and best. he's not going anywhere

he's determined to be your personal cheerleader and will celebrate all the small things with you

Beel

at first, he's a little shocked at the changes in eating patterns, but supports you when ever and where ever you need it

if he knows there's only one food you will eat, he will physically restrain himself from eating it because he knows how much it means to you

exercise helps but he knows it's probably the last thing you want to do, so he helps you though little bits at a time and takes you out to get a reward afterwards

spending time with you makes him happy, so he figures it must be the same the other way around so he makes an effort to just be with you, even if its just sitting together while you do different things

often finds himself seeking you out just to ask how you are by instinct, proving what a sweetheart he is

Belphie

an interrupted or strange sleep cycle is something he would for sure notice

he becomes the biggest cuddle bug and will often give you sleepy kisses

when you're resting, he'll give you sweet dreams that will leave you feeling warm and fuzzy afterwards

he makes an effort to make the bed just how you like it, and before long makes it a habit to join you in your room for naps and bedtime

he doesn't mind if you wake up at weird time and will wait with you as long as you need to get up

thank you again for such the long wait! hope you enjoyed and hope you're feeling better now <333

[soriseerakyra]

Nice To Meet You -21-

Bruce Wayne is confused, and there is a fly in his ear.

The sting of the champagne rolling back over his tongue leaves him feeling buzzed by the time it pools in his belly. The warmth languishes there like a pool of warm honey. It only takes a moment before the sips of alcohol blossom in his veins, and he’s feeling more lightheaded than he was before.

Is this what it feels like to be drunk?

He recalls the vague memories of being slumped over in a booth, unruly dark hair covering his eyes, and the feeling of teetering between euphoria and absolute misery. From his late teens to his mid-twenties, he always skipped the pleasurable parts of drinking. The minor lightheaded tingling that leaves you deliriously happy. The release of inhibitions that lets one dance on the floor with abandon. He didn’t have time to sit in those moments. The ache in his heart always threatened to consume him, so he quickly chased it away, which was the only way he knew how.

He dove headfirst into punishing blackout nights. He was always glad for the hangovers in the morning. The pounding of his head is enough to drown out his sorrowful thoughts, at least for a little while.

He suffered for his recklessness, though. His recollection of that time reads more like flashes of someone else’s life than a record of his memories. He hated himself, he hated Alfred, he hated…everything. Safe to say that the constant blacking out had been one of his many bad coping habits. In his later years, he’s learned the practical art of not drinking in public. Not that anyone but himself would realize it. He was as good with a slip of the hand as any thief was, save one. He can’t remember the last time he’d been tipsy in public, let alone drunk—well, except for right now.

The annoying buzzing is back in his ear again; It sounds like a fly bouncing around, tickling the sensitive skin, sending small, uncomfortable shocks down his jaw. He moves to use a finger to rub at the irritation, but his rising hand is laced with the slender pale fingers of the woman he’s forgotten that he was in the room with. Her copper-red hair keeps fluctuating in hue. His hazy mind can only recognize it as a function of the dimming lights as his eyes roll back and a pleasurable high rolls through him.

“Bruce?”

His eyes flutter open. Surprise wakes him from his drunken stupor, the familiarity of the tone settling over him like a blessing. His dark blue gaze finds purchase on the slightly parted mouth that called his name. It only takes him a moment to place the familiar lips and the curious orbs staring at him.

The name of his house guest tumbles from his lips, and the being in his arms freezes for a moment. A frown of confusion pulls down her face. She looks at her hands, curiously, and then… acceptance. Bruce is only vaguely aware of those eyes looking at him with a different interest.

“What are you doing here?”

He tries to sound as scolding as possible, but he truly is happy to see her. He remembers that she should not be here, but for his life, he cannot remember why.

She pouts. Lips glistening and more tantalizing than ever. Fingers slide up the lapels of his tuxedo. It sends a new warmth down his spine, and his instincts have him surging forward.

His fingers sink into the plushness of her hips as she presses herself against him. He is reminded of the hug the two had shared previously. He had not been Bruce when he had that hug. He could barely feel her through his suit, and he could not enjoy the warmth of her body pressed against his.

            However, he savored the small puffs of her breath that fanned out against his chin and part of his cheek. He relished the smell of vanilla, sugar, and flour that bloomed in his nostrils. Specks of dough flattened into a paste against the apron she wore, the tops of her fingers caked in the same sticky batter. She had been baking in that state. Her worry-baking caused a pool of emotions in him at precisely the wrong time. How was he supposed to push the image of her baking in his kitchen out of his mind when he needed to focus on protecting her the city?

            Now is the perfect time for him to enjoy her. When he was feeling as loose as he ever had, the urge to press himself against her was stronger than ever. He cups her cheek, and she presses against him even closer. His thumb runs over her cheekbone, and she looks up at him coyly. Then a smile teetering on the edge of seduction spread across her lips. His heart hammers in his chest, and the rush of blood through his body leaves him feeling tingly.

‘But this isn’t right.’

            The thought hit his mind with the same force, a thumping louder than the beating in his chest. It was far more painful than the ache for her could ever be. There was pleasure that tinged a longing for a person; this was pure pain. It was only made worse by the fly voice screaming in his ear. Overwhelmed with the sensations, his mind flashes images of his real baker.

            The last time he touched her, he could feel the chill of surprise roll down her spine. He had seen the shyness in her eyes and felt the flush on her skin. She did not want to pull away from him any more than he wanted to part from her. And while he was sure that she was capable of seducing him if she put her mind to it. The way she would lick the frosting off the tip of her fingers when she thought no one was watching was a clue enough to that.  But that had been far from her mind at the time. She was nervous, unsure. Inexperienced. Even as her lips had parted, and she tilted her head up closer to him, he could see her mind whirling in her eyes; overthinking every movement she made. She’d wanted that closeness but had been afraid to push him too far.

It’d been adorable as it was intoxicating.

            He was lucky that his mission was at the forefront of his mind. Without the focus, he may have wavered and given in to her, indulged in her, and changed everything about their relationship. Maybe they would have sunk in too deep, too fast. He was grateful that he hadn���t. He was even more thankful that the scene happened to run through his mind. The image in his mind of the flushed woman made one thing incredibly clear: this person was not her.

            His body seems to act on instinct. As soon as the thought registers, the woman’s fragile wrists are taken into his hands, and he thrusts her away from him.

            Maybe it’s because of the alcohol, but he does not have his usual strength about him. A push that would have usually cleared a person across the room only moved the woman a few steps back. And from the smirk on her face, that was only because he caught her off guard.

“Maybe we should slow down just a tiny bit.”

            He means it to come out smooth and to have his deep baritone voice do most of the heavy lifting for him. However, he can hear his slurred words and knows the desired effect will not happen.

            The person in front of him, the one wearing the face of his baker, takes a step back. For a moment, they seem stuck. Their bodies become so still that Bruce is unsure whether they are breathing. Then it happens.

            The…creature begins to shake. Skin bubbling and head shaking form fluctuates so quickly that the being becomes little more than a hazy, waxy image. A blur or smudge on the foreground of the room. It’s not until the tendrils of thick copper hair appear in the place where the head should be that Bruce realizes that the creature is transforming.

            He swallows deeply, and his tongue slips over the roof of his mouth, and he must fight the urge to grimace. He does not know how he did not taste it before. The sting behind the honeyed drink he would barely sip.

‘Drugged.’

            The grim thought has him frowning instantly. Even as his mind is sobering up, his body is not as quick to follow.

            The amorphous blob of a face seems to settle on another familiar visage, as the red-headed woman he recalls following up to this suite reappears. There is no seductive gaze to her blue eyes now. No playful smirk pulling at her thin mouth. This was not going according to her plan, which landed him in a very different circumstance than he was in only moments before.

“You’re something else,” she starts with a drawl. “I hadn’t expected you to be quite so…willful.”

            With his body not under his control, he realizes that he is entirely at her mercy. The thought that scared him the most was that he still did not understand what the woman wanted from him. Even her interest in him at the party had not been noticeably clear. And now, with her supernatural abilities on display, he was even more uncertain. He cannot help the concern wrapping through him, his tongue feeling even heavier in his throat. She eyes him shrewdly, like a lion stalking her prey.

            If he did not think through this situation quickly, he doubted he’d be leaving this party the same way he came in.

*Buzz*

            The annoying noise is back in his ear again. At least now, he can make it out as microphone vibrations and his son's raspy voice yelling.

He could hear it now, the familiar rasp of his son’s voice echoing in his head.

“I know you hear me, old man.”

            The younger boy tries to say it confidently, but his tone is resigned. Bruce does not blame him; he has no idea how long Jason has been trying to reach him without getting a response. As much as he hated Bruce, he would not let him die—not like this, at least.

Bruce moves his numb fingers up to the receiver of the earpiece, but the only response he can give the boy is a grunt.

            His captor thrusts a strong fist into the middle of his abdomen and finds himself stumbling back. His weight falls on top of the wooden desk in the center of the room,

            He underestimated the situation, but he accepted that fact quickly. Later, his pride would urge him to punish himself for the mistakes he made here tonight. Deep in his core, he knew this was not how the night should have gone. He was better than this. He had done better than this. He had planned better than this. And worse, he knew that she deserved better than his failure tonight. Even now, he could picture her worried face, how she would fret over him when he returned.

            If he returned.

            He would like to smell the scent of vanilla and sugar again.

“Just move the fuck out of the way.”

            Bruce does what he can and throws himself behind the desk—just in time. The moment he does, the room fills with smoke, and he can hear the familiar thick snap of breaking wood. Jason is never as careful of collateral damage as Bruce would like.

“Augh!!”

The creature’s scream is followed by a gurgle, and less than thirty seconds later, rough hands are pulling his body up from the ground. Bruce is blinded by the same smoke his attacker his, but the grip on his frame is familiar.

Jason expertly heaves his unresponsive body onto his shoulders. The younger man does not comment, but he does make a grunt of strain before he can comfortably settle Bruce’s weight over his shoulders.

Then the boy takes off as quickly as he can. Bruce can only imagine the goal of getting him back to the manor and back to safety. But he is becoming delirious again and can only utter a small, “Thanks,” before he passes into unconsciousness.

***

The strain of irritation is already prickling at her shoulders. She cannot help the scoff that falls past her lips as she watches her form dissolve into a puddle of filth on the carpet of the small office.

To have an infiltrator was one thing. To lose a prize like Bruce Wayne was something else.

Kristen bites the inside of the corner of her mouth until the familiar iron taste of blood washes over her tongue. It is something she does to remind herself that she is the real her. She is alive, although she does not know how long that will be with her recent string of failures. It also helps give her a release when she is unfathomably angry. She would not punch a wall like some petulant child. Her failures are her own, a result of her miscalculations.

She walks over to the small drink caddy on the far side of the room and pours herself a drink.  How could she have known that Bruce Wayne was protected by one of the Bat’s many proteges?

‘Explains so much.’

She thinks it bitterly. One person in this town always escaped physical danger more than others. She cannot remember when someone successfully robbed Wayne Manor or extorted the billionaire. At least now she knows why.

‘His own personal boogey man to protect him.’

She downs the drink before placing the glass back down. She should let him go. She knows she should. Plenty of other rich sacks are in town, across the country, and around the world. Tangling with Batman or Bat-Lite tends to backfire on people.

She hears footsteps. Soft, softer than any person should be. A weight settles over the room. And the lights seem to dim on their own. A patch of skin on her body begins to burn. With the burning, she can feel the pattern of her master’s mark coming to life. She knows that if she were to turn around, a figure would be staring at her from the doorway and waiting for her. Waiting for her to give what their master is due. But her hands are empty once again tonight.

She knows she should leave Bruce Wayne alone, but has already promised to deliver the man. Failure to pay meant that she would be the one on the chopping block next. Kristen was willing to give up many things in this life—family, love, other people’s lives—but she was not willing to give up herself.

            Not ever.

***

Bruce Wayne has woken up from a rough night in many ways. Achy, hung over, sweaty, screaming, and some combination of all.

He does not remember the last time he’s woken up like this. Body warm, face cool and damp. With a gentle wipe over his forehead, he quickly recognizes the softness of one of his bathroom hand towels. It is damp, slightly overly so. A drop of water rolls down from his forehead to the inner corner of his eye, causing it to twitch at the intrusion. At the moment, the towel is removed from his forehead.

Time seems to stop for a moment. He cannot discern any movement. It’s been quiet so long that he almost wonders if he dreamed of the towel on his head.

“Bruce?”

She breaks the silence with her sweet voice. Concerned and quiet as if she is worried that she’ll disturb him if he is not truly awake.

Bruce’s eyes flutter open, squinting slightly as the rays of the morning sun hit his still-adjusting retinas. The bright light dims when her face fills his vision.

He chuckles.

Her furrowed brow, tired eyes, and lips pulled down into a concerned (now irritated) frown.

“Why are you laughing? You almost died?!” Her voice is high with incredulity, worry, and the tiniest bit of anger.

“You look just how I imagined you would.”

Her face relaxes almost instantly, and his words are softer than he intended them to be. It takes her a moment to register what he says before her gaze suddenly turns bashful.

As flattered as she is, her following words are still a complaint.

“You shouldn’t have been thinking about me,” her cheeks puffed with a hint of frustration. “It’s probably why you look half dead in the first place.”

He wouldn’t burst her bubble and let her know this was normal. Not the being saved by his angriest son part, but everything else came with the territory. He’s had more bruises, scars, injuries than he can count, and injuries that will never heal. But what good would telling her that do?

“I couldn’t help myself.”

Her mouth opens and closes for a moment, shocked by his open flirtation, but the way she cuts her eyes back and forth lets him know that she is anything but repulsed by it.

They sit in silence after that.

As his eye begins to feel heavy and close, he feels a smaller hand slip into his outstretched hand. The palm is hot and slightly clammy. She no doubt had to fight back more than a few nerves to do this.

“I’m glad you’re home,” she whispers.

He smiles.

“Me too.”

[maarrgarr]

The Unknown Heir.

masterlist of the Unknown Heir.

Gojo Satoru x fem! reader.

Synopsis: The reader returns after being gone for two years and leaving her boyfriend, Satoru, without giving him a reason. But now she doesn't come back alone.

Warnings: English is not my first language, possible grammatical and spelling mistakes, some plot changes.

Satoru remembered once, when he was fifteen years old, someone in his family told him that he had to have children for the Gojo legacy to continue to exist, and so that the world would not be unprotected from curses.

At that moment he only responded by rolling his eyes. He was just a teenager who only thought about having a good time and maybe sleeping with different women. But the idea of starting a family did not appeal to him.

Until he accepted his feelings towards you and the two of them started a relationship.

Until he saw you playing with Megumi and Tsumiki. Until he saw you trying to learn how to cook something delicious for those children who weren't even yours, but you loved them as if they were. Until he saw you comforting them when they fell and hurt themselves or had a nightmare.

When he saw all those moments he thought that the idea of having a child was not so bad. But only if I had it with you.

Perhaps, and even if it was wrong, because of that idea that had unconsciously settled in his head, the last few times they had sex he didn't care much about using a condom or not.

But he was wrong about something, in not talking to you about it. Because if only he had told you his desire to have a child with you, if he had only been more open, you would not have left.

But he thought it was not necessary to tell you. He thought that with all the love that he showed you daily, you would trust him and if you ever got pregnant you would tell him and you would both be happy.

But that didn't happen.

You got pregnant, but you didn't tell him anything and you left.

And he couldn't understand why.

Smoking was a habit you had long since given up. You haven't done it since you were a teenager, specifically since you started dating Satoru, who hated smoking. He lived scolding every time he saw you take out a cigarette and a lighter, he said that, in addition to smelling bad, it was also harmful to your health, so over time you stopped doing it.

Until an hour ago.

You didn't come back to the room after the argument you had with Satoru. You texted Shoko asking her to put Ryusei to sleep and you didn't tell her anything else.

You had already stopped crying and now you just limited yourself to inhaling the cigarette smoke and looking at nothing.

You wouldn't blame Gojo if he decided to never speak to you again. You hated yourself for ruining everything nice that you and Satoru ever had.

You had no coherent excuse for what you had done, except that you were a coward who got scared and ran away.

You weren't so concerned about whether or not Satoru would take care of Ryusei, you knew deep inside that Gojo Satoru would be incapable of not accepting his heir.

Now what occupies your worries was how you were going to cope with your relationship with Satoru, how were they going to organize about Ryusei's upbringing? if they couldn't even hold a conversation without arguing.

By the time you realized it, it was already dawn and soon you would have to meet Gojo.

You went back to your room and saw how Ryusei was fast asleep. You woke him up and helped him change and then left him with Shoko. You noticed that your son was a little quieter than usual, "Everything alright, Ryu?" you asked him and he just nodded. You thought maybe he was just tired.

"You have to tell me what happened last night" Ieiri told you when you left Ryusei with her, "I'll tell you everything well later. Now I have to go meet Gojo and see what he says" you told her and she smiled at you trying to calm your nerves, "I'm sure Satoru adored Ryu, after all, he's his copy."

When you arrived at the training ground, you were surprised not to find the students, nor Gojo there. You were about to turn around and go ask Yaga where they were, but when you did you found yourself face to face with Satoru.

The nerves invaded you.

"They went on a mission" he told you. "Ah" was the only thing that came out of you.

You two were silent, until you broke it.

You took a breath before saying what you were thinking of telling him. "Gojo, I have no excuses to give you why I ran away and didn't tell you that I was pregnant. Fear won me, and I'm not making excuses, I just didn't know what to do and-" He cut you off, "You were a coward and I thought that I was not dating a coward." His words hurt you, but you just swallowed and nodded, after all he was right. "Yes, I was a coward. And I'm so sorry Satoru, seriously, I'm sorry" you were sincere with your words and he noticed it, but right now he didn't care about your forgiveness.

"I didn't come to listen to your regrets. I came to talk about my son" you never got used to Gojo's serious tone, because he practically never used it with you. "I want to see him." he told you, and you clenched your jaw, you still hadn't planned how to tell Ryusei that Gojo was his dad. "Now?" you asked him, "Yes, now" he replied firmly. You sighed, "Okay, I'm going to go find him, wait here".

You started walking towards the infirmary, and meanwhile, you thought about how to explain the whole situation to your son.

It was time for Satoru and Ryusei to formally meet.

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I'm really sorry for taking so long to upload this chapter and on top of that I accidentally posted it twice. I had a week full of exams and that's why I couldn't publish, plus I didn't have many ideas on how to follow the story either.

But here is chapter 19, I don't like it very much, but I hope you enjoy it.

Thank you very much for understanding and for all the support this story receives <3.