#I guess I struggle to understand what he... Gets.... From it... Cuddles for sure but like...

[mrfoox]

Thihihi. Asked the guy jokingly if he could be able to handle me coming by more and he said he could (:

[igotanidea]

Medicine: Jason Todd x fem!reader

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„I’m home Ja…..”

The sentence dies on her lips before she can finish it, just because of the view in front of her eyes.

“Jace? What is all this?” she turns around looking at the freshly cleaned apartment and her boyfriend in an apron, standing by the oven, making pancakes. “My birthday are like a month away….”

“Y/N!” he smiles “you’re home….”

“Yeah, I…. um….What?” she frowns in confusion

“I thought I could make you some comfort food. You’ve been working so hard lately and I gotta take care of you.”

“… I..um…” she’s struggling to find words “Thank you… I guess?”

“Come sit, baby. Let me serve you.”

“serve me? Jason, what is going on here?”

“Can’t I just spoil my girl?”

“You can, it’s not like I’m complaining, but…..”

“No buts, baby…. Let me take that…” he takes the grocery bag from her and put it on the counter, grabbing her hand and leading her to the table “and greet you properly” he leans forward and kisses her softly, gently, caressing her cheek.

“Jason…..”

“Shhh….” He put fingers on her lips and kisses her again, wrapping arms around her and pulling her closes. She doesn’t understand a single thing of what is happening, but melts into his touch and ministrations.  Her palms land on his chest, feeling his heartbeat and warmth. But she can also feel something… desperate, longing, coming from him.

Of course, the easiest way to find out would be just to ask him, but Y/N know Jason well enough to not do that. Todd was never known to be straightforward when it came to feelings. She would just have to wait and see, probably using some of the girlfriend tricks.

“How was your day princess? Work still kicking your ass?”

“I’m all better now…..” she smiles “you did all this just for me?”

“all the best for my pretty girl…” he caresses her side gently, looking deep into her eyes “do you like it? Do you want to try some pancake?”

“Of course I do, baby…. In fact, I didn’t have time to eat the whole day, so….”

“You what?!” Jason is appalled by what’s she saying  “My poor girl, you must be exhausted, let me……”

“Jason Todd!!!” she cried out when he lift her off the floor, picking her  bridal style and carrying to the table “put me down, I can walk!”

“No you can’t.”

“Jason!!”

“Can’t risk you fainting on me, baby. I want to take care of you. Let me….. please?” he pouts and stops in the middle of the room “please?”

“You’re using the puppy eyes on me?” she laughs “I invented that technique Jason!”

“pretty please?”

“You’re crazy….” She chuckles “but ok, I’ll let you carry me to the table. Just beware the moment when I get used to it…..”

“I can carry you whenever and wherever you want.” He sits her down on the chair gently making sure she’s comfortable. “just stay here. I’m about to bring you dinner.” he rushes to the oven and brings her a ton of freshly made pancakes, putting them on her plate.

“Jason?”

“Yes?”

“You sure you’re ok? This is not how you normally behave…..”

“Normally?” his eyes widen “I don’t know what you mean. I am acting completely normal. If you don’t want my pancakes………….”

“I do! Damn, Todd. You’re not taking those away from me! I love your pancakes!”

“you do?”

“Of course I do! I love everything you made for me!”

“You do?” his whole face light up

“Mmm….” She mutters taking the first bite of the dish and rolling her eyes at the taste. “So delicious….”

“I have more!” he almost jumps on the chair, super excited like a little kid.

“Ok. Enough, Jason.”

“Why? What? What did I do?”

“We need to talk.”

“Talk?” he says this word as if someone punch him in the face. “Can I hug you first?”

She smiles at him. Oh, she knows what this is about. He just gave himself away.

“Come here….” She moves towards the couch, patting the spot next to her. “Come on Jason, don’t just stand there looking at me like I’ve grown a third eye. You wanted to cuddle, didn’t you?”

“Yes…..” she rushes to her side, wrapping arms around her tightly. Too tight….

“Jace?”

“Yes?” he holds her like a giant, talking teddy bear

“You… um… you’re kind of crushing me…..”

“Oh, oh! Sorry…I’m sorry….” He loosen the grip almost completely, then holds her more again and then loses his composure completely.

“Jace….” She sighs “what is with you today? What’s with the insecurity and doubts?”

“What!? I’m not….insecure…..” he mutters looking down on the ground

“Look at me” she grabs his chin and make him look up into her eyes “talk to me. No bullshit Jace. Talk to me.”

“Maybe…. I am a bit insecure…..”

“Why?” he looks down again “Why, Jason? Come on, it’s me…talk to me.”

“I don’t want you to leave me……” he admits

“You what now?!” to say she’s dumfounded would be an understatement “Why on Earth did that come into your pretty head?”

“I’m……” he trails, but instead of finishing the sentence he captures her lips again, the kiss conveying all his neediness and desperation. And as if that wasn’t enough, both his hands circle around her waist pulling her closer to his chest.

“Jason Peter Todd…….” She tries to pull back, but he doesn’t let her, his lips not leaving her. She’s so soft, so warm, so perfect and he can’t let her go. Never. And if that requires kissing and holding her for eternity he’s more than happy to do that.  

“I love you so much, Y/N…..” he mumbles kissing her cheek, softly, It’s not easy for him to put that feeling into words, and he hopes it would be enough to make her stay ”Please don’t leave me…..”

“Ok, wait, hold back, rewind…” she pulls back again, this time successfully “Leave you? Have you been talking to dick again? Did he made you doubt yourself? I swear I’m gonna kill the Nightwing.”

“It wasn’t Grayson. I was just …. Thinking…..”

“Oh no, dammit. That never ends up good for you….” She laughs brushing hair out of his face. “come on, tell me what have you been thinking about?”

“nothing….”

“Jace…..”

“Why are you with me?”

“Why….. “ she sighs “Jason…. I love you… just because….You don’t just love someone for something. You don’t have to make me pancakes or clean the whole apartment or carry me around. It’s nice, really, but you don’t have to do this. I’m not gonna leave you…..”

“You’re not?” he looks at her with vulnerable eyes, almost begging her to say it again

“Do you see that look in my eyes?” she asks and he nods, a bit confused “Good.” She grabs his hand and put it on her chest “do you feel that? My heartbeat?”

“Yeah…. But….”

“It’s pure love Jason. I only have eyes for you. My heart beats only for you. Don’t ever doubt my love.”

“I’m sorry……”

“Don’t be sorry, baby…. There are so many people in this life, in Red Hood’s life that will try to use us against one another, turn us against one another, break us… you cannot doubt me, cause sure as hell I don’t doubt you. Ok?” she asks softly

“Ok….. Y/n? I love you too, can we stay like this some more? I just want to keep hugging you.”

“Are you less insecure now?”

“Might have to get some more of my medicine for that….” He smirks and falls onto his back dragging her with him, so she lays on top of him. He holds her tight, one hand on her back, the other caressing her hair and kissing the top of her head repeatedly “Yeah, I think it’s working. It definitely is working.”

[haveyouseenthisskeleton]

I don't know if this has been asked before but skeletons try a period cramp simulator what level do they bail out on/do they make it to the last level or do they push through the pain to prove a point?

Undertale Sans - At the first level, he falls on his knees, faceplants on the floor, and refuses to move for three hours. Sorry, that's the best he can do, he's just a little man.

Undertale Papyrus - He keeps going with his day, simply grimacing or jumping slightly from time to time. He goes to level 7 out of 10 then it becomes too much to move and he just decides to curl up on the floor and pretends like he isn't dying right now. He can't go further than this. He understands better what you feel like now, however!

Underswap Sans - He asks you if it's the best you can do at 10 out of 10. Because he's still fine! Ok, he's crying, and can't stand straight anymore and he swears his whole pelvis will dust if he tries to sit up, but he's not giving up! He's a strong boy! He can resist! (He's still glad when he learns you can't increase the difficulty more though).

Underswap Papyrus - He plays it cool like he doesn't feel anything. You can tell it's a lie though because he's turning paler and paler. At 5, he collapses and passes out to protect himself from the pain lol.

Underfell Sans - You think he's scared of your tiny device? Nothing scares him! He taunts you on the five first level, before suddenly shutting up. He still asks you to go further, but you can tell he's just doing it for his ego. He's struggling hard to not break down in tears right now. He won't give you the satisfaction. He just won't. He can't walk straight after for a good hour though.

Underfell Papyrus - "WELL IT'S NOT WORSE THAN THAT TIME I GOT STABBED TWENTY TIMES IN A ROW." He just shrugs. It's not that impressive you know. That's when Undyne punches him in the face and then casually asks if it's hurting now. What. She's helping.

Horrortale Sans - He whimpers pitifully as the pain increases, looking at you with kicked puppy eyes. He stops at 4, because he doesn't like it and it's stressing him out. Well, when I mean stop, I mean he rips off the whole thing from his pelvis, growls, and throws it by the window of course.

Horrortale Papyrus - Wow, he guesses he developed a crazy resistance to pain with his back problem because that's actually not that terrible, even at max. He just shrugs at you. Sure, it's not nice but that's tolerable. You feel sad he thinks max level is his average level of pain in bad days :( That's for sure not cool.

Swapfell Sans - He's still sipping his tea but you can see his hands are shaking a little. He still tries all he can to not show how much it is affecting him actually. Though even him reaches his limit at some point. At 8, the cup of tea literally flies in the air as he has to curl up to ease the pain. He still holds on to 10 though. He knows he can take it.

Swapfell Papyrus - At 3, he's begging to stop, then says that he's fine after all. At five, he's curling up and whimpering, still pressuring you to go more intense. At 6, he's on the floor, holding his stomach with his two arms and crying like a baby. You got him. Now every time Rus is being bad, you threaten him to tie him back to the period cramp simulator and he calms down immediately.

Fellswap Gold Sans - A raised non-existing eyebrow is all you will get as a reaction from him. And a small "ouch." at nine. Wine is not expressive, at all. He's not especially in pain either. He went through so much Underground that it's actually not that painful on his scale of pain. Maybe a 3/10, even at the max level.

Fellswap Gold Papyrus - He goes to five, collapses, and asks for a five hours cuddle session to recover from that horrible, horrible traumatism you forced him to suffer. You suspect he planned this since the very beginning of that experience as his whimpers started at level 1. But level 1 on your machine is broken so you know he's lying.

[couldyouimagine-that]

Fiddle of Gold

Genre; Honestly I don’t know. But it’s a bit flirty and very canon typical methinks

Word Count; 1.2k

Warnings; Casifer being Casifer, implied threats

Pairings; Casifer (Supernatural) x Reader

My first time writing for Casifer! I have wanted to do so for ages but only just got round to it and I'm happy with how this came out. Still considering doing a Cuddles with Satan type story with Casifer, who I think would be even more snarky about it than Nick!Lucifer. Let me know if you'd be interested!

Masterlist

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Sam and Dean were three states over on a hunt when you realised Cas wasn’t really Cas. You were both researching in the library, the day dragging on for yourself at the very least, when he seemingly forgot you were there. Cas threw the book he had been reading aside and slammed a flat palm down against the table you were both sitting at in pure frustration. You jumped only slightly at the sudden noise, curious rather than afraid about what was going through his mind, but it was enough to get his attention. Cas’ grin was just a little bit too inhuman when he met your questioning gaze. He always made the effort to appear as human as possible, albeit in a somewhat socially inept way. Whatever was staring back at you gave you no such luxury.

You offered a smile of your own, something you hoped would be placating, but your mind raced. Not-Cas simply bared more teeth, driving you to the terrifying conclusion that he could sense your thoughts. There was no way a demon could have possessed Cas’ vessel - even Crowley would have struggled with that. That meant it had to be another angel, but Cas was one of heaven’s strongest warriors. And besides, an angel would require consent. Even an archangel, even Lucifer himself needed -

Oh. But wasn’t he in the cage? Surely -

“Well aren’t you just the brightest little hunter the Winchesters don’t know they have.”

All trace of Cas was gone. But Lucifer seemed different too, almost as if he was invigorated by possessing a vessel already taken by another angel. You wondered how they hadn’t exploded yet.

You watched him carefully but stayed sitting. You didn’t have an archangel blade to hand and besides, you wouldn’t risk Cas’ life. Lucifer knew that too.

“I thought Rowena locked you back in the cage?” You asked tentatively. You moved your hands on top of the table so he could see you didn’t have a weapon. You doubted Lucifer cared in the slightest, but given his penchant for playing with his food, you wondered if taking an approach he didn’t expect might prolong your chances of surviving this situation.

“Oh, Red?” He jumped up from his chair with far more energy than you were expecting, laughing lightly through his grin. You moved your chair back just a little so you faced more towards him as he approached you. “She actually helped me get out - well, until she didn’t. But then good old Cassie was there and well, I guess I just didn’t need her any more.”

You nodded slowly, weighing up whether that meant he had killed her for her trouble.

“But let’s talk about you, hm?” He was close by now, rapidly getting too close but there was nothing you could do. You were sure the little thrill you felt when his hands alighted on the outside arm of your chair and the table by your side, quite effectively trapping you, was wrong. But you couldn’t help that, and you couldn’t help how your heart rate picked up out of more than just fear. And you couldn’t help the next thrill you felt when you realised Lucifer knew all of that too. His narrow eyed, satisfied smirk said it all.

“The Winchesters don’t seem to realise what they have in you,” he said, contemplation clear in his tone. “But I’ll admit, I don’t quite understand you either. You knew I - Castiel - was acting differently, even when Dean was happy to overlook it. But you never said anything. You never even tried to find out more, which is the defining feature of at least some of your species. Why is that?”

His eyes were captivating, pinning you in place without so much as needing to lay a hand on you. The eyes were the windows to the soul, according to the old saying, and you fancied Castiel’s looked more like those of Nick, the vessel whose face you most associated with Lucifer. You had been ignoring the feeling desperately, putting it from your mind as much as possible, but it was no good. With him here, in front of you, you had to acknowledge that you missed Lucifer.

“Go on then,” he murmured, eyes sparking with an almost vicious glee. “Say it out loud.” How likely was he to kill the only human he could honestly say had missed him in his absence? How likely was he to kill you if you didn’t answer.

“I missed you.”

He leaned closer again, curling a finger beneath your chin and quickly running his thumb over your cheek.

“Knew you were smart.”

He dropped one eye into a wink and stood so rapidly that to your own horror, you followed. He didn’t step back, naturally. Which put you chest to chest with one of the most dangerous beings in all of creation. Even more concerningly, you couldn’t find it in yourself to be afraid of him. Not really. And you couldn’t imagine seeing such a smug, confident expression of satisfaction on any other being.

“You really did miss me, huh sweetheart?” He tilted his head down just a little. “How about we make a deal, then?” You let out a short huff of laughter, the joke out of your mouth before you had time to think it through.

“Fiddle of gold?” He hummed low in his throat, then slid his arms around your waist. You looped your own around his neck without thinking, which seemed to be the confirmation he wanted.

“I don't collect souls, you know that. No... I'm thinking more; you keep your mouth shut about this," he leaned his forehead on yours at the emphasis, so you could see nothing but him, "and you don't have to worry about your safety when you're with me."

When. How presumptuous. How overconfident. How... exactly what you wanted to hear. Of course, there was no telling if he was lying. He'd say just about anything to get his way, so he probably-

"Careful." He straightened then, his voice easy but the warning in it very clear. "I don't lie. And I won't lie to you, so show me the courtesy of trusting what I say."

You already knew you didn't have a choice, so that was just to remind you that he knew what you were thinking. That what he really was was inconceivable to a human.

"Okay." Big mistake. Huge. Something was going to go very badly wrong. "Deal."

His eyes narrowed as he smiled, utterly inhuman yet again, and he backed off slowly as he rounded the table to resume his seat. You stayed standing, watching him thoughtlessly until you suddenly snapped out of it. You sat back down and went back to your reading, thanking God, Chuck or whatever was around that you had some time before the Winchesters got back.

[admirationandromantics]

Bloody After Care

Ugh, I love specific requests!! This one also! Struggled a bit with the set-up, but I think the finished result was okay, definitely not one of my best works, but okay. Anyways, if you're wondering what it's about, as always, read the request underneath. Hope you guys have a nice day, and enjoy <3

Word count: 1k (Unedited)

plot for a little sketch: during sex you accidentally dig your nails too hard into Chris's back, scratching him, which you only discover much later, when after you're done he gets up to go to the kitchen to get you some water and you see slightly bleeding stripes on his back. he says it's nothing and he didn't even notice, but you get really worried about it and insist on treating the scratches. and just imagine, you gently touch the scratches on his HUGE back with cotton wool and hydrogen peroxide, as he sits with his back to you, hissing every now and then because of the stinging of the wounds, then thanks you and kisses you just so tenderly!! omg i loove it -anon

I’m panting heavily, the high lowering as Chris lays on top of me, chest heaving and small kisses spread over my collar. I run my hand through his hairs, massaging his scalp while he hums in content. 

The night had been amazing, dinner in a fine restaurant, flowers, a small drive and the extreme craving for him satisfied. He’d held me close, not bothering with his usual loving nature, but instead gone way rougher and harder. I could see it took a toll on him, being unsure if I was fine in the end. God, I was going to cuddle this man to death tonight. 

“Want a glass of water?” He asks, mouth pressed into my skin, making his voice muffled. I smile down, lifting his head and placing a sweet kiss on his lips, caressing them ever so gently with my tongue. 

“Sure you’re up for it?” 

He laughs a little, leaning over me deepening the kiss. 

“Well, you’re the one who just got yourself destroyed by your amazing boyfriend” he teases, hand going to my stomach, light touches making my insides flutter. 

“Hmm, not completely” 

“Oh, really?” 

“Wouldn’t mind going for round two in a while” 

“Well, then, guess we better get you hydrated for that” 

We both giggle a little, and I hold his hand until he gets too far away, letting it fall dramatically back down from the lack of him. The whole scene is sweet and funny, but my laughter suddenly stops as I see his back. 

His naked back, covered in red scratches, but not only that. A few stripes of blood are slowly dripping down, making me put my hand over my mouth. Fucking hell, I did that. 

“Chris…” 

“Hmm, two seconds, I’m just gonna get that water” 

“No, you’re not, come here” I insist, my voice trembling a little. I can’t believe I hurt him like this, I didn’t mean to. He notices my urgency, and turns back to the bed, walking over and sitting beside me. I tell him to turn around, letting me see his back. He smiles, still not understanding what I’m worried about. 

“Is it the scratches? I always get them, love when you do that” 

“No, but some of them are bleeding” I mutter out, fingers gracing over his tortured back. 

“Really? I haven’t noticed” 

“I’m so, so sorry, Chris. I didn’t mean to go this far” 

He turns around, grabbing my hands in his, a small smile still on his lips, comforting and attentive. His fingers rub soft circles over my knuckles, dragging them up to his mouth for a kiss. Why is he comforting me, he’s the one who’s hurt. 

“No need to apologise, I feel fine, promise, doesn’t hurt at all” 

I nod, taking a breath and reaching for his t-shirt. If I was going to treat this, maybe the best thing to do first was to get decent. Or maybe not? It’s Chris after all. 

“What are you doing?” 

“Stay there” I command, putting the clothing over my head and walking over to the bathroom. We should have an aid kit here somewhere. 

“I told you, I’m fine!” He shouts from the bedroom, but the only reply I bother to give is shaking my head. He can’t even see it, but it’s okay. The kit is in the back, and I stretch my hand, grabbing the handle and dragging it over towels and toiletries. Just to be sure, I wash my hands with a lot of soap, getting every corner of my fingers. I quickly walk back, hearing a sigh as he sees me with the tools. 

“Again, I’m fine, I don’t even feel it” 

“Chris, honey, do you know how much bacteria is under one's nails?”

“Well, I’m guessing a lot, but I’ve got a great immune system!” He exclaims, arms up and flexing his muscles. I can’t help the smile creeping in, making the situation lighter. 

“Muscles don't equal immunity system” I tease, clapping his cheek and kissing him quickly. I open the kit, taking out a couple of cotton balls and some hydrogen peroxide. I’m working quickly, this not being my first time cleaning wounds. I use a pincher to hold the cotton, wanting to limit contact as much as possible. He sighs, turning his back to me and letting me work. 

I drench the balls, using them to soak up the spilled blood first, figuring out where the wounds are. Two of them are single small penetrations, while one is a long open scratch. I wince just thinking about it, imagining how he feels. 

I reach the open wounds, pressing the soaked pads on the red skin. He winces, fingers gripping the sheets harshly. I bite my lip, trying to be quick as his back twitches. 

“Shhh, almost done” I whisper, keeping my focus on him. 

“Yeah, just got surprised, that’s all” he tries, but I hear the pain in his voice, trying so hard to remain strong. I know it hurts, of course it does. I pat the wounds again, making sure to get every single cut cleaned. His back tenses from each touch, and as a little comfort, I put my hand on his shoulder. Rubbing gently up to his neck. He hums, taking it in before the cold liquid returns to his back. I hear him curse under his breath, a silent prayer, begging me to hurry it up. 

“And there” I soothe him, putting down the cotton and metal. The blood stopped a while ago, the cuts not being deep or serious. They don’t even need bandages. 

“Didn’t hurt at all” he brags, turning around, hand behind my neck and pulling me into a kiss. 

“Then what was all the whining about? Don’t think that I didn’t hear it, because believe me, I did” 

He doesn’t answer, instead meeting my lips again, sweetly and deeper. I hum, hands about to go to his back, but I stop myself, afraid that I’ll touch the scrapes. He notices, and before I can react, he grabs both of my arms, forcing them around his torso and back, letting me feel him. I pull back a bit, but he beats me to say something. 

“See how I’m completely fine? Now put your arms around me, and let me thank you properly”

[lovelykil]

─Headcanons─

kyle x reader older ver.

hc; reader who cries during sex

cw; slight? nsfw

note; (based off the request) okay doing kyle bc he's my bby girl ⤵

bro is so WORRIED and panicking

his immediate reaction is to stop and check on you to see of you're okay

"Y/n are you okay?? Does it hurt that bad? I mean we can just stop of you're uncomfortable, I-"

"no no I'm okay-! I'm just nervous.. We're literally about to do it and I'm crying on the spot oh my god this is embarrassing." 🤕

He thinks he's HURT you or something but it's just your nerves acting up

Like this one time

You actually suggested wanting to 'make love' the fancy way he likes you to put it instead of sex, cause it just sounds vulgar and eww

anyway he was on the couch on his phone, parents weren't home and you were hungry for him

not literally

but dick

you get?

you understand what

yeah, okay moving on

You crawled over to him on the couch and nudged his arm, getting his attention.

"hm?"

"hey."

"hi."

"you look like you need your dick sucked rn"

"🧍"

2 minutes later after convincing the ginger and teasing he finally gave in with a flush.

"here on the couch?"

"shi, I didn't know you was a freak like that."

"NO IM ASKING"

"ohh sure" 💁🏾‍♀️

He's sitting on the couch with his hands pinned to the sides of him, hesitantly watching you carefully pull the strings to his sweats. On your knees upon him, though you would stop mid-way as the tie just started to get loose.

Breaking into a cold sweat and swallowing hard.

Kyle looked at you confused and worried something might've been wrong.

"Y/n are you okay?" He asked.

You stared down at the tie starting to attempt to untie it again but very much struggling to do so as you sniffled to yourself.

Why the fuck was this tie so hard to UNTIE all of a sudden your fingers couldn't just do the simple task of untying something 💔💔

Tears swelled your eyes, your cheeks burning up overall body temp burning up. You felt like you were gonna lose it

BECAUSE OF A TIE??

well no

not really

you're soo nervous..

😭😭

why be confident then all of a sudden turn into a big pussy 😒

I'm jk but fr

Kyle kept staring trying to come up with something to say but you looked up at him slowly, a tear rolling down your cheek.

"Holy shit Y/n, baby are you oka-"

"I wanted to suck your dick but I'm too nervous now.." 😕☹️

Kyle blinks, he's obviously so confused but can't help but giggle at your mood switch. He brings his hand to his mouth to cover up the little laugh.

"awe y/n- you don't have to do it if you don't wanna.. come here baby.." He reassured in a caring tone, grabbing your hand.

He brings you onto the couch with him to hug as you weeped

You held onto him as he cuddled you, rubbing your back to soothe you but still you could just tell he was holding back from laughing further.

"I know you're laughing.."

"what? no!"

it's silent for a second before he snickers. You groan leaning off of him.

"Okay okay! I'm sorry its JUST THAT-"

"omg you're an ass.." you sniffled, wiping away tears from your embarrassed face.

He brings you back toward him to hug you tight, trying to show you he cares.

not like he just laughed in your face

noo

I'm jk he would never (maybe) okay it depends but

He lays a kiss on your head, wiping away the final tears off your face.

"It's okay to be nervous I get it."

"Yeah I know."

"..what's that supposed to mean"

"mm.. nothing anyway.."

Kyle's also nervous asf when it's comes to

SEX

I mean

"making love" 🤓☝🏾

yall fr best match

but he doesn't cry during it 😭 unless you're giving him like heavenly top

Then okay I guess he'd have some tears in his eyes

I'm going off topic UHHH 🤳🏽

there was another time where yall was just fooling around you know 😚💁🏾‍♀️

then things lead to another and WOAH he's rubbing his member against your lips (other one )

You start to feel that sinking feeling in your stomach almost like you were going to throw up, I mean you were totally ready for him to ruin your insides omfg nothing more you wanted right now but

OH WOW

your nerves.

just as when he was about to put it in he saw a tear roll down your face, avoiding his contact.

He quickly felt so disgusted with himself, was he hurting you? What if you didn't want this? Maybe he took it the wrong way.

he's so careful and cautious yet so frantic as he asks what's wrong while his hands go to cuff your face softly.

"Yes what? No I'm okay I'm just like anxious.. I'm sorry I didn't mean to stress you out."

poor baby thinks he's making you uncomfortable

[melanieph321]

Ruben Dias x Reader - City Girls Part 6/8

Yeah, it keeps getting worse and worse 🙃

Reader plays for the Man City girls academy. She struggles a bit but gets Ruben to mentor her. The the two don't hit off despite having many things in common. It all gets worse when Reader eventually catches feelings for Ruben.

Enjoy!

Living with Ruben was not like you imagined it to be. The guestroom where you stayed was practically a master bedroom. But having previously slept on a pull-out couch when sharing apartments with Ester, you were undoubtedly grateful. However, Ruben was never home. His match and training schedule was busier than yours. Sometimes days would pass where you were completely left alone in his apartment. Your heart sank once you realized that when Ruben wasn't at home or training he was probably spending time with his girlfriend. He did say that whatever the two of you had was a mistake. But there would be nights when Ruben would come home late from game, slip into your bed and wrap his arms around you until the two of you fell asleep in each other's arms.

Ruben also had rules for your stay. Rules that any girl who wasn't as desperate as you, might have seen as red flags. Most of the rules were understandable, like don't leave the apartment around the same time as he did, and don't post pictures of you in the apartment or anywhere near it. However, there was one rule you just couldn't wrap your head around and this rule involved the locked door down the hall from your bedroom. You had mistaken it for an additional bathroom, but when Ruben caught you yanking the doorhandle he got angry and snapped at you to never go near the door again. But like you said, you were desperate for a place to stay, ignoring the internal warnings. Not even your parents knew about what went down between you and Ester. They would never know. All you wanted to do was fulfill your dreams of playing football, staying with Ruben reassured that.

"Morning, beautiful. Did you sleep well?"

You woke up to the memories of last night. The smell of freshly baked bread brought you out of bed and into the kitchen. Ruben stood behind the counter, whisking something in a bowl. He was bare chested, wearing sweatpants only. Grey sweatpants, revealing more than was appropriate.

"Morning." You mumbled and climbed to sit on the stool next to the counter. To your suprise Ruben stopped what he was doing, leand forward and kissed you.

"You look grumpy, why?" He asked.

You shrugged. "Just tired, I guess."

Ruben kept you up all night. The two of you had done more than cuddle last night. You had sex, all of it initiated by Ruben who came into your room after another late return from an away game. The sex was good but it made you wonder how serious the relationship between Ruben and his girlfriend was. And who were you to Ruben, his mistress?

"Care for some breakfast? I got bread freash from the oven. I'm also making some protein pancakes."

"Sure Ruben, thanks."

The day after an away game was usually Ruben's day off. He had time to stay and make breakfast, serving you a plate of the tastiest pancakes you've ever had.

"They're amazing." You said, wiping your mouth with a napkin.

"Nice to see them bring back that smile I love on you." He stretched out to caress your cheek, wiping some crumbs off the corner of your mouth. "Mist a spot." He brought back his thumb from your face and into his mouth. Your heart flared watching him suck the tip off it, his brown eyes never leaving yours as he did.

You cleared your throat. "Ruben, about last night."

He smirked, the thought amusing to him.

"I thought you said..."

"I know what I said Y/N." He nodded. "It won't happen again. I was just happy about the win. It was an important game for the team."

You had watched it on TV. The win had granted Manchester City a slot into the round of sixteen teams fighting for the Champions League.

"I get that, but you told me that you have a girlfriend. Sleeping with me makes you a cheater Ruben. "

He snorted. "I don't think so. Cheaters never win and I won last night, both on and off the pitch."

You were stunned for words. With time you had gotten to know Ruben a bit better and like anyone he had different sides to him, sides you weren't all too keen on exploring. You thought it might jeopardize your relationships if you questioned his ethics too much. Or worse, Ruben might stop helping you improve your football.

"Which time are you leaving for training?" He asked, changing the subject.

"Two, I'll be there all afternoon."

"Alright, I'll give you a ride."

"Really?"

You watched him get up and wipe his hands on a cloth.

"You're surprised?"

"Well, won't someone see us?"

He smiled. "My car windows are tinted, Y/N. Besides, I'll be dropping you off a block away from the Ethiad."

Your heart sank. "Oh, of course."

Training went well that afternoon. Perhaps too well. You had feard facing Ester again  after her lame threats to tell on you and Ruben to the club. However, Ruben insisted that you shouldn't worry about her, and you hadn't. But the fact that Ester completely alienated you during trainings, caused you slight paranoia.

"Listen up!" Coach said, gathering the players as he blew his whistle. "I have a few call ups for the first team's game this weekend, so listen carefully. Fowler..."

"Yes!" A girl hissed.

Coach continued reading from his list "James..."

"Yes!" Another girl cheered.

"....Dawson, Espinosa, Philips, Adilović..." It must be a friendly, you thought. The majority of girls were getting called up. "...Richards and Hofman."

The majority of girls, except for you.

"But coach?" You protested. The session was over. You trailed after your him as he walked off the pitch.

"I'm sorry Y/N, but my hands are tied." He said.

What exactly was that suppose to mean?

"But coach I'm not sick anymore." You thought back to your little spew fest during a forgettable training session with the first team. "It was one time. I'm better now, I swear."

Coach seized to walk, turning to you. He looked conflicted. "Look. I'm very sorry Y/N, but like I said, my hands are tied. Perhaps the first team didn't find you performance that impressing this month?"

He left you with those words.

Impossible, you thought. You played excellent this month. You even managed to gain a few pounds with the diet Ruben put you on. You were strong enough to pass any defender, let alone the defenders in the first team. It was all impossible.

"Can you believe it, they picked Ester but not me." You told Ruben about your day. You were a bit suprised to still find him at the apartment. After all, it was his day off. Was his girlfriend sick or something?

"I wouldn't dwell too much about that Y/N. Like you said, it's probably just a friendly game against another Super League team."

"Yes, but I could use the experience." You sighed, plotting down beside Ruben on the coach. His arms stretched across your shoulders, railing you in. "You'll get it in time." He said, kissing the top of your head. "Just be patient."

It was nice, being held by him. The TV was showing a documentary about rhinoceros' and you easily got swept away by it, resting comfortably against Ruben's chest. However, a thought came to mind as your eyes darted around his apartment. "Ruben, I was just wondering," You said, voice a little hesitant. "Why aren't there any personal items in your apartment. No photos, no nothing?" It was strange really.

Ruben's expression changed, his eyes darting around the room as if he was searching for something. "Oh, that," he said, his voice evasive. "I just like to keep things simple. I don't really have any family or friends to speak of."

Oh."

You felt a wave of unease wash over you. Something about Ruben's answer didn't sit right. "What do you mean you don't have any family or friends?" You pressed on, because you had met one of them and his name was Bernardo. You raised your head from his chest, meeting Ruben's eyes, and for a moment, You saw something in them that made your heart race. It was a look of pure terror, as if he was trapped in a nightmare and couldn't escape.

"I, uh, I just don't like to talk about it," he stammered, his eyes darting away. "Can we just forget about it and enjoy this movie or whatever. Why are you asking me so many questions anyway?"

A chill ran down her spine. You had never seen Ruben like this before, and you didn't like it one bit. But you also didn't want to push him too hard, so you nodded and went back to watching the documentary with him, ending the night this way.

[urfavoritedcwhore]

the russian boy//part nine

warnings: swearing, mentions of drug use

not proof read

lowercase initial

disclaimer: drugs aren't cool, don't do them. rehab isn't fun. blah blah blah

-the author, a former addict

part nine: the errands

i sit up, close my laptop, and give boris a small smile. "is your dad home?", i ask remembering that his dad was supposed to home today. "yea, he leave again tomorrow. i tell him i went to potters house.", he tells me trying to scoot himself under the blankets. i watch him as he struggles with the tucked in sheets and laugh, "oh so i guess you're sleeping here tonight?", you say as he finally gets the blankets free and crawls under them. "you don't want me to?", he asks with a smile, already knowing my answer. "yes sure i want you to.", i say rolling my eyes dramatically and laughing. i lift the blanket up and place myself under it. he extends his arm above my head and pats his chest. "what?", i ask him confused. "lay here.", he says like its obvious what im supposed to do. i look at him for a moment then chuckle, "no.", i say making my face serious. this takes him aback, "why not?", he asks with confusion on his face. "because it's awkward and we're not gonna act like a full on couple till we decide that's what we want.", i explain to him. "till you decide what you want, i already know what i want.", he corrects me. "fine till i decide what i want.", i say back to him moving my hair out of my face. for the record, i know what i want. i know i want to date him. i know i want him to be the perfect boy for me, but i don't know him well enough to be positively sure he is the perfect boy. i mean seriously, i truly like him, but i feel like ive only meet the surface of him. i want to know more about him, i want to understand him completely before i make the commitment of a relationship. what we have right now is perfect in my opinion. hanging out a lot and minor physical affection that consists of small peaks on his cheeks or his lips. now believe me, and im gonna say this with my whole chest, i would love nothing more then for this boy to take me to pound town. not just yet though. i like him too much to let him be a situationship. i want us to be real, and the only way to do that is by putting time into us. and by the way, yes i understand that I've kissed him, but voluntarily cuddling with him feels way more intimate. "we did this last night, no?", he says remembering the way we woke up together this morning i assume. he continues, "was not awkward last night, does not have to be awkward now. it can be like.....friendly cuddles,eh? me and potter do all the time.", he says trying to convince me, still patting his chest. i think about his words and come up with a compromise, "how about this, when i fall asleep tonight you can move me onto you like you did last night. that way it won't be awkward for me cause i'll be asleep, and you'll still get to wake up cuddling me.", i say meeting him halfway. he smiles, "well now i definitely won't fall asleep before you.", he says. he drops his arm around my shoulder, "i have long arms,nowhere else to put them!", he says holding his free hand up defensively when he sees the look on my face. i laugh, "i'll let it slide this time.", i say turning away from him and turning off my lamp. i drop to my side and lay facing my bedside table, and feel his body drop flat as well. his arm is still around my shoulder, now trapped underneath my body. i feel the bed shift and turn my head to see he's now laying the same direction as me. i turn back around and let my eyes fall shut. before i can drift off to sleep he whispers, "new girl?". "mm", i say back not fully awake but also not asleep, somewhere in the limbo between them. "i take you on...errands with me tomorrow, yes?", he asks me. "mhm yea sure boris.", i say sleepy. he scooches closer to me, holding me in a spooning possession. i debate scooting away, but decide he's too warm and i'm too sleepy to move. "will be fun i promise.", i hear him say as i drift off to sleep.

i wake up with my face buried in boris shoulder, our body's facing eachother, and my legs wrapped around his hips like i'm a spider monkey. i stay in my possession cursing asleep lucy for putting me in this situation. i try to think of a way to free myself without waking him. i carefully unwrap legs from his body, and lift my arms that are draped across his neck. i slide out of bed carefully and grab my phone. it's 10:30am? i'm suprised mom didn't come upstairs to say goodbye when she left for work this morning, but then again i'm fucking glad she didn't. i make my way to the bathroom connected to my room and just as i walk in my phone falls out of my hand and hits the tile floor. "fuck", i whisper to myself, clenching my teeth and turning around expecting to see boris wide awake. i turn my head and see him laying in the same position he was when i got up, with his mouth open and his eyes closed. huh. i guess boris is a heavy sleeper. noted. i turn back around and close the bathroom door behind me. i'm desperate for a shower. i turn the shower knob up, and take off my clothes, leaving them in a empty box that i unpacked my towels from a few days ago, as a makeshift laundry basket. i step into the shower letting out a long sigh as the warm water hits my face. i take out my body scrub and lather myself down, scrubbing until i feel clean. i wet my hair and massage my shampoo into it almost moaning at how nice it feels to wash all the day old chlorine from the pool out of it. i rinse the suds out of my hair and step out, turning the shower off. i grab two towels from the bathroom closet and dry off my body before wrapping one towel around my body, and one around my hair. i walk over to my sink wiping away the condensation from my mirror and grabbing my toothbrush brush. i brush my teeth as i hum "i feel pretty", that song always gets stuck inside of my head after i watch wss. i place down my tooth brush and open my bathroom door to see boris sitting on the edge of my bed, putting on his Tshirt that he must have slung off at some point last night. i toss my phone onto the bed, "how'd ya sleep?", i ask looking around through my boxes for clean clothes to put on. "like a fucking king new girl. i don't even have to put you on me last night, you turn around and cling to me.", he says standing up and sitting right back down after grabbing his shoes from the floor. "i can't control what i do in my sleep.",. i say with a smile and a shrug as i pull out a pair of shorts and a tank top from a box. "turn around.", i tell him, to which he obeys immediately and faces the wall on far side of my bed. i check to make sure he can't see me and grab a pair of pink sparkly underwear from the box. (listen i just moved here, i don't know where all my thongs are so i'll have to settle for my pink granny panties.). i drop my towel and put on my underwear, shorts, and tank top. "alright you can look now.", i say as i take the towel off of my hair. he nods at my outfit with a smile, "let me go home and brush my teeth, then i'll be ready.", he tells me standing up. "ready for what?", i ask him as he walks my bedroom door. i stop him before i can get my answer, "nuhuh, you come in through the window, you leave through the window. thems the rules kid.", i say blocking him from the door with a smile and pointing to the window. he puts on a crooked smile, "fine fine.", he says turning around and walking to the window. "you just want me to leave like tony leaves", he says as he gets to the window. this boy is going to be making west side story references for as long as he may live, mark my words. i smile at him and shrug my shoulders. "we run errands today new girl, you promise you come with last night.", he says climbing out my window. before i can say anything else he's halfway down the latter and humming "maria", (not very on key if i might add). i shut my window and flop on my bed vaguely remembering the promise of running errands with him. i sit on my phone and scroll through twitter for a long moment before a text pops up on my phone.

boris

in the car. come down when ready.

i slide on my crocs, grab my cart, and head downstairs. i go to the kitchen and leave a note for mom, in case she comes home while im gone (just in case one of our phones are dead and she can't reach me).

going out with my friend for awhile.

see you soon. xoxo

-lucy

i stick the note to the fridge and walk outside. i walk up to boris's car, he gets out to allow me to crawl to the passenger seat. i pick up the pack of cigarettes on the dash and pluck one out, placing it between my lips and lighting it with the lighter in the cup holder. boris gets back in the car holds out his fingers for the cigarette. instead of handing it to him, i place it in between his lips and hold it there for him to drag as he backs out of his driveway. after he takes a few drags of the cigarette, exhaling each puff through his nose, i bring it back to my lips a do the same. "are we not picking up theo?", i ask him as he drives towards the entrance of our neighborhood. "no, he say he wants to keep sleeping and will see us tonight.", he tells me, focusing on the road. "what kind of errands are we running?", i wonder out loud, which draws a small laugh from his lips. "look in here.", he says opening the center console of his car. i turn my head and peak in it to see his small baggie of weed, and about three small bags consisting of white powder. my face glows in excitement and suprise, "is this what i think it is my dear friend?", i say picking up on of the small bags and grinning a grin too big for my face. he looks over at me and smirks, "new girl, don't tell me you do coke.", he says with a hint of disbelief and suspicion in his voice. "i don't "do coke" per say, but when offered it i may partake now and then.", i admit truthfully, which he chuckles at. "you keep surprising me. doesn't let shoes touch her bed sheets, but lets drugs touch her nose. you have interesting brain new girl.", he says as i place the bag back in the console and shut it. let's get a few things straight. i am not a coke addict. i am not a drug addict. when you grow up in new orleans you are legitimately surrounded partying people. when i was back home and would go to parties i would definitely do a bump or two, but do i need it everyday? no. is it something i do by myself? no. is it fun to do to help me let loose and not think about my incredibly shitty life? yes, yes it is. judge me if you want, i certainly judge myself for it but hey, you never know what'd you do in someone else's shoes. "i'm assuming we're dropping those off to people?", i say to him as he drives down a road i've never been on before. "i promised the people who buy from me that i give it to them today, so yes. is ok?", he asks turning to meet my eyes as we stop at a red light. "fine with me.", i say meeting his gaze. the light turns green and he gives me a quick smile before turning back to look at the road. "is supposed to be a party tonight at some private school boys house, i think that's why everyone wants me to bring them their cut today, all the rich kids that go to the private school do the coke.", he says nonchalantly as we make a left turn into a fancy looking neighborhood. my ears perk at this, "a party?", i ask turning to him with an excited smile while i flick my cigarette out of the window . he keeps his eyes on the road and we come to a stop at an empty playground in the neighborhood. well almost empty. "one second Piękny.", he says rolling down his window and giving a two fingered wave to a short muscular boy who's sitting on a bench in the playground.

i have no idea what he just called me but i really don't care right now, im too interested in his sudden change of demeanor as the boy walks up to the car. his face is serious, like the first day i met him, and he doesn't take his eyes off the boy as he approaches us. boris opens the console and grabs one of the bags, feeling the weight in his hand, without looking away from the boy. the boy finally gets to the car and says hello to boris as he smiles a toothy grin. boris nods at him silently and shifts his eyes from the boys eyes to the wad of cash in his right hand. the boys grin turns into more of a closed mouth half smile as he hands boris the money. boris counts it quickly and silently then proceeds to give the boy an approving nod handing him the bag. the boy mutters a awkward thanks and turns around walking away. boris slides the money in his front pocket and rolls up the window. as he starts to drive he lets out a spew of laughter, which tells me it's appropriate for me to laugh now. "ha! did you see how scared i make him?", he asked turning to me in between laughs. "he was fucking shaking! poor dude!", i say laughing so hard my stomach aches. when our laughter dies down he responds to my question from before, "yes new girl, party.". "well can we go?", i ask him excitedly. "eh maybe. is sketchy. i hang around sometimes in case someone wants to buy, but i don't know if i want you there.", he says hesitantly. oh come on. this is not a good look for boris. if i wanna go i'll go i don't need him to tell me that he "doesn't know" if he wants me there. "well if you don't go with me i'll find out where it is and go alone.", i say back quickly. he rolls his eyes as he blows past a stop sign, "fine, we can go. if it start to get...what's the word?", he brings his finger to the side of his head drawing imaginary circles, "crazy?", i say assuming that's the word he's looking for. "ah yes, if it starts to get the crazy we will leave. girls can get hurt at those parties, has happened before.", he tells me with a sigh. "deal", i say happily. i can handle myself if things get "crazy". i'm sure i've been to far more out of control parties then the one we're going to tonight, but my agreement seems to make him happy so i leave it at that. we make a few more stops that were almost exactly like our first stop; we pull up to some rich neighborhood, a kid comes up to boris's car, boris stares them down, counts the money they give him, hands them their bag without a word, and we die laughing as we drive off. after we drop off all four bags we start driving home. "here.", boris says picking up his phone from his lap, "get theo's number from my phone, put in yours, and tell him we're going a saint john's party tonight.". "saint johns?", i ask taking his phone from his hand. "the name of the private school.", he tells me. i think i remember seeing the saint johns school on the way into town. it was small, but looked pretty fancy. i turn on his phone and try to get in but it has a password. smart man, he knows better than anyone to put a lock on his phone considering he broke into mine to sneak his number in their and get my number. "passcode?", i ask him looking up at him. "i think is 1221325, try that.", his brows furrow as he try's to remember the numbers. i laugh, "how do you not know your passcode for certain?", i ask pushing the numbers into the lock screen. "i just change, still trying to memorize.", he tells me as the phone unlocks. i scroll through his small list of contacts in which mine is called, "new girl", very flattering contact name. i find theo after clicking on one that's called, "potter🪄", and add the number into my phone, making him a contact and sending him a short text.

t͟h͟e͟o͟

hey, it's lucy, boris gave

me your number and

told me to tell you that

we’re going to a “saint

john’s” party tonight.

i put boris's phone in his lap and shut off mine. we pull into our neighborhood and take the five minute trip down the street to get to our houses. i pick up my phone and see the nonification of theo's text.

theo

FUCK YEAH! hey ask boris if he can

bring me molly. tell him i say pretty pleaseeee,

he's not answering his phone rn.

i look back up from my phone and at him. are there any drugs he does sell? "theo wants you to bring him molly when we go to the party tonight.", i tell him with a knowing smile. "maybe. he only likes to do it when someone else does it with him and if i go with you tonight then i won't be getting high.", he explains to me. "i'll do it with theo.", i say nonchalantly. he looks over to me and laughs, "ha! you want to do molly?", he asks with his eyebrows raised. "what's so funny about that? i can handle it.", i say back to him slightly defensive. "have you ever done before?", he asks me. i debate on whether to be honest or lie but decide im gonna tell him the truth so i dont have to pretend to know what it feels like. "well, no. but there's a first time for everything.", i say to him confidently. he looks at me with a smirk, "how about this, we go to the party and afterwards if you still want to try, me, you, and potter will all take together, yes?", he asks me. "i don't want you to do while you're there. it would be scary with so many people. plus i want to get fucked too tonight and if you're getting fucked at the party that means i can't.", he tells me. honestly im shocked. i imagined he would say no all together. doing it after the party with just him and theo does sound more fun than just doing it with theo while im in a crowd of people i don't know. "sounds good to me.", i tell him with a smile. i give him a very quick thank you kiss and watch him give me a toothy grin after. he opens the car door and steps out, which allows me to crawl across from the passenger side and get out as well. "thanks for taking me on your little errand run, but im gonna go inside and eat before i start getting ready for the party.", i tell him as we stand outside of his car. "you go do that new girl, answer phone when i text!", he tells me as i walk away to my house. "i will!", i call back as i open my front door and walk inside. tonight is gonna be so fucking fun.

end of part nine, i’ll probably have part ten published by tmrw:)

[zerolostwalks]

WIP Wednesday

(Sort of. It's a scene from somewhere within the We Run Together universe. Somewhere in the void between they've met Julie and told her they're wolves. This particular scene would be the lead up to Julie inadvertently falling asleep on Bobby, and it turning into a massive cuddle pile)

No one is surprised when they get home to find Julie’s still there. She’s been hanging out at their place more and more over the past month. Which, honestly, was more than fine by all of them. 

As far as Luke’s concerned she could move in tomorrow, she’s part of the band after all. It didn’t make sense the offer hadn’t been extended already. Not with how quickly they’d all latched onto each other after they first met. 

But that was an ongoing debate among all of them with no clear end in sight. Besides, as often pointed out by Alex and Bobby, it didn’t make much sense to ask her to move in without first telling her about how they were all wolves. Probably should have told her before extending the band offer as well. Just two more topics often argued about when she wasn’t around, or just out of ear shot. 

So, yeah, finding her at their place was becoming more of a regular and comforting sight. Despite what the others may say, Luke knew they felt the same. 

It’s barely surprising to find her and Reggie still sitting around the small living room table with all their books and notes spread out between them. The two of them had started studying earlier that morning, ridiculously so for a Saturday.  Even if Reggie had assured that they’d be done in no time, just a quick refresher before exams next week. 

No, the surprising detail about returning home and instantly gets them all starting to worry is the worried scowl Reggie shoots their way the moment they step inside. His eyes dart between them and Julie who is curled over the table, quietly muttering to herself. Bobby and Willie’s nostrils flare as they too start to scowl in concern, closely followed by Alex, and Luke braces for whatever scent must be permeating the room.

“Have you guys taken any breaks or eaten?” Alex asks, voice laced with concern.

“Yes.” Julie irritatedly says, throwing a glare Alex’s way. Luke has to bite the inside of his lip to not react to the way Reggie is vehemently shaking his head behind her. Then just barely manages to elbow Bobby in the ribs before the growl building in his chest can get loud enough for her to hear. 

“Right.” Bobby says far too neutrally for the storm sure to be brewing under the surface. “I’m going to make everyone dinner.”

“It’s not even four yet.” Julie says and thankfully her focus has shifted back to the study materials in front of her so she misses the worrying glances they all exchange over her head. 

It shouldn’t be that much of a surprise Julie had told them she could tend to get a little too focused this time. Which Luke got, he really did, he could get like that too sometimes. So focused the rest of the world would fade away. 

Still doesn’t change how worrying her not eating is. 

“Light dinner then.” Bobby gruffly adds grabbing Willie and Alex by their biceps and dragging them to the kitchen to help most likely. Luke would offer but he’s been banned from the kitchen ever since his soy sauce and vanilla mix up.

Instead he settles on the far end of the couch and watches Julie’s frustration rise as she struggles to grasp concepts he knows she wouldn’t normally. Or at least he’s guessing she would normally be getting this based off of Reggie’s concern.

“This is light?” Julie asks, staring at the dinner Bobby’s served.

“Yeah.” They all instantly reply not really understanding her confusion.

“Right, I forgot you guys ate like hobbits.”

“What’s wrong with soup and sandwiches?” 

“Nothing,” Julie starts and before Luke has enough time to start to feel smug she quickly continues with. “But normally when people are referring to that it’s like a sandwich with maybe a mug or normal sized bowl of simple soup. Not this.”

She ends her statement gesturing to the several platters of various sandwiches, most of them leaning more towards what Luke’s Uncle would call Dagwood sandwiches. Layers of veggies, meat, cheese and bread all piled on top of each other. Plus every place setting has a decently sized bowl of what looks like tomato soup but smells vaguely like one of those weird squashes Willie’s always trying to get them to eat. 

It all also looks like Bobby decided to re-channel whatever frustration he was feeling into going way too overboard with garnishing. Something herbal–pesto Willie tells him later–has been drizzled over the top of all the bowls of soup along with decent dollops of sour cream. And one whole platter of sandwiches has been grilled with some sort of cheese sauce on top, some with an additional fried egg on top. Luke’s so impressed he almost entirely misses the additional large bowls of salad, fruit salad, and chips. Maybe Julie’s a little right. He doesn’t say as much, Bobby’d probably bite his head off. Especially when he and Reggie are trying to convince Julie to just let it slide, sit down, and eat something.

[ducknotinarow]

[Metronome boys - and a rare touchy Charlie because sometimes out of character can be good uwu]

The air was tense, to say the least. Neither of them really saw Buddy this upset, nor had they ever seen Rhodes this mad. Charlie was still holding Buddy, the little android retreating to hide against him; much like how they would when they were a baby with their dad. They had both seen those photos, and it seemed old habits died hard.

After a moment, Charlie spoke up,

"Rhodes...calm down," His tone was calm, and not the usual murmur for once, "I know it hurts for Buddy to say that, but getting angry won't change anything; we don't understand what they mean by that, and Buddy doesn't understand why that may hurt us to hear..."

Charlie forced Buddy to move back, just enough so they were a little out of their comfort zone,

"And Buddy, stop being stupid... therapy isn't a bad thing, and I think you know that..." Charlie speaks to them both, "I've been in it for years, it's something some people, androids included before you say anything Buddy, simply need... yanno, they're just doctors but for your emotions, that's how Aunt Maple always explained it to me."

He moves slightly again, making sure there's enough space for Rhodes to join the sort of cuddle pile forming - if he wanted to join them,

"I've taken Sertraline for a while, before I met you guys, attended therapy for just as long, and it helps, really it does," Charlie goes on, "It'll help you understand why you feel how you feel; it's not something that will fix you, but it'll help you understand things and teach you to heal - you don't fix people, you just help them... and that's what therapy's gonna do?"

It's clear Charlie was talking to both of them this entire time, and not just Buddy right now,

"We're in this together okay? Like, the three Amigas right?"

"It's Amigos in our case Pollito..." Buddy quietly correctly, "Amigas would be if we were girls..."

"Okay uhm, don't call me Pollito I think your Papá calls your dad that and that's weird, don't do that..." Charlie murmurs before going on with their point, "What I'm trying to say is we've got each other right? And no matter what we're gonna have each other, so...let's not fight and support each other...okay?"

| Muse interactions continued from [here]

"Rhodes...calm down,"

"I did?" Rhodes retorts, though he guessed it was a fair thing to say Rhodes had been well struggling with keeping his emotions in check lately. And, this was one of his better days at that. So He just shrugged when seeing Buddy burrow in against Charlie, letting go of their hand as he mover to retreat to the corner of the couch. Charlie wasn't mumbling so they wanted to be clearly heard. Rhodes looked at the rooster to show they had his attention.

"I know it hurts for Buddy to say that, but getting angry won't change anything; we don't understand what they mean by that, and Buddy doesn't understand why that may hurt us to hear..."

Rhodes nodded along he agreed he really did, maybe his feelings were misplaced. It was bad enough that he learned his dad's care towards him wasn't real after all so Buddy's wording? might have struck at that wound. Rhodes really needed to get his emotions in check again. Averting his attention well he sort of reflected on that thought now, giving Charlie a moment to direct the lecture towards Buddy himself now.

"And Buddy, stop being stupid... therapy isn't a bad thing, and I think you know that..." Charlie speaks to them both, "I've been in it for years, it's something some people, androids included before you say anything Buddy, simply need... yanno, they're just doctors but for your emotions, that's how Aunt Maple always explained it to me."

Rhodes nodded again, this wasn't the first time he been himself after all. Family therapy then again after the divorce. Him and Charlie likely had that in common from the sounds of it. Rhodes notes how Charlie shifted clearly opening space for him to join in on. Normal? He would eat up the chance for physical affection from Charlie. But? He just holds up his hand so to say he was okay passing right now. Then rolled his wrist so to tell Charlie to go on.

"I've taken Sertraline for a while, before I met you guys, attended therapy for just as long, and it helps, really it does," Charlie goes on, "It'll help you understand why you feel how you feel; it's not something that will fix you, but it'll help you understand things and teach you to heal - you don't fix people, you just help them... and that's what therapy's gonna do?"

Rhodes looked up at Charlie with that last part.

'we can fix you' those words still strung him. So he knew that wording was on purpose. He knew why Charlie said it but it made him even less wanting to partake in the cuddle pile right now. Mothing against either of them course not. Though if anything? it did help Rhodes kind of get some feeling for what Buddy was dealing with. Rhodes institing for so long the way things were was just fine. Clearly it was never really fine much like Buddy's holding these thoughts of not being 'real.'

"We're in this together okay? Like, the three Amigas right?" "It's Amigos in our case Pollito..." Buddy quietly correctly, "Amigas would be if we were girls..." "Okay uhm, don't call me Pollito I think your Papá calls your dad that and that's weird, don't do that..."

The little back and forth dose get Rhodes to smile thinking the pair of them as nothing but dorks. Charlie cause he was using the three amigos to refer to them and Buddy cause they had to correct them. Though he had to agree usign a nickname one of Buddy's dad's did for the other for them? Would be odd. Unless he wanted to call them daddy too. He'd have to remember to hold on to that joke for another time now. Before looking back to Charlie as he contuined on with his point.

"What I'm trying to say is we've got each other right? And no matter what we're gonna have each other, so...let's not fight and support each other...okay?"

"I already knew you guys always had my back for me to support on you two." Rhodes stated not really looking at either of them when he did say it. "So, course I'm 100% on team Charlie or Buddy. I guess three amgios now too." He slightly laughs at that. How could Rhodes not be? With everything they done for him. He finally moves to take up the offer to be close to the pair of them. Softly offering low coos as he idly nuzzles against Charlie then Buddy as he got situated with them.

"I love you both and I guess I don't like anyone saying bad stuff about you..especially if your doing it to yourself. SO i'm sorry and tuna? your right. We're in this together, how our rhythm's stay in tune after all."

[bvnnyl0v3r]

An angels kiss pt.2-Nikolai cuddles ig?

A/N: So like yeah… um…. This plays some hours later

You were exhausted. This day, or yesterday or tonight or whatever you may call it had been exhausting. Nikolai had been way more clingy than usual and you kissed Bram. 

Well anyway you were back at home and went to your room. Even though it was middle of the day you changed into your pj‘s aka sone short pink pants with flamingos on them and a frog hoodie. You plopped onto your bed only to realize, you couldn‘t sleep. You tried and tried for 15 minutes or so but soon gave up and went down stairs. Fyodor was in the kitchen. He looked you up and down.

“Not in the mood. Just tell me what‘s wrong“

“you‘re wearing quite the shirt outfit don’t you think?“

Fyodor quickly answered. You looked down at yourself and sighed.

“Oh please the worst thing that could happen is Nikolai slapping my ass….“

Fyodor nodded as he turned back to his tea. 

„No that we‘re talking about Nikolai…. I found him passed out on the floor while talking to Fukuchi. He then carried Nikolai on the couch“

“Hm…. Kinda sad he didn’t die from that hit…“

Fyodor drank a sip of his tea

“I mean i knew Nikolai was pathetic but dying from the simple hit of a pan…. It would have been shame to face god afterwards“

“How did you know i hit him with a pan….“

“I‘m not dumb“

Right. For a second you forgot you were talking to Fyodor…. You opened the fridge on,y to be attacked by confetti.

“I. Hate. Nikolai. So. MUCH!“

Fyodor just walked out at this point.

Still covered in glitter and confetti you went to the couch where Nikolai slept on

“Fuck you!“

He looked at her. As he had just woken up he rubbed his eyes before looking at your Glitter and confetti covered figure and chuckling

„You found my special surprise!~ Now you get a price! Let‘s role the dice, cuz you got spice!“

„…..what….“

Fyodor walked in

“He said you look hot and he wants to fuck“

“WHAT“

Nikolai chuckled. Fyodor just walked out again.

Nikolai slowly stood up and hugged you tightly. He wrapped his arms around your waist and burried his head in your neck and started nuzzling it.

“What are you, a fucking cat?“

„I can be if that‘s what you‘re into~“

„Hell no“

“Meowwww~“

You tried struggling out of his grip but without luck. He had your legs through some portals so you couldn‘t escape. 

„NIKOLAI LET ME GO OR I‘LL HIT YOU WITH A PAN“

“Fineee….. but first, give me a kiss“

“no!“

“you‘re gonna have to do it so or so“

“i don’t care!“

Nikolai made these kissy lips to wich He received a slap

“ugh…. Fine i guess i deserved that one….“

This was wrong…. Nikolai agreeing to having done something wrong? Was today the day you would die? Was today the day you would walk through the doors of heave- aaand he‘s touching your ass. You had hopes for a second.

“Fuck off.“

“I‘d rather Fuck yo-„

You gave him the deadly glare to wich eh soon let go and made the portaks dissapear. He then sat down k. The couch quietly.

“you‘re even scarier than Fyodor…..“

“I. Know.“

You yawned. You were really exhausted. Nikolai took your arm and pulled you towards him, holding you closer. That bastard and his mood swings. One moment he teased the shit out ofyou, the other moment he wants to fuck you and then there‘s these really weird moments like now where he actually seems to care. I mean he was still touching your ass i‘m not even gonna deny that but still…. You were really to exhausted to care.

Sigma walked in again.

“Guys! This is the 4th time this week! Are you sure you’re just friends?!“

“Sigma you‘re to innocent to understand….“

nikolai seductively whispered

“What he wanted to say is that he‘s assaulting me but i’m to tired to care“

Sigma just left without any other words. He went to his room probably to question his life choices. 

A/N: Oml guys srry for the short chapter i wanted to post but i was lazy? So yeah…. Enjoy this shirt chapter

[missdbrill]

I feel like I am either in the most confusing or the simplest relationship of all time. He says what he thinks. Literally. And is very literal about everything. I am forever trying to read between the likes and analysing what he really means. But what if he means exactly what he says 🤔 I seem to misinterpret everything he tells me according to him. When he said he wants to think short term he says he meant generally but not that our relationship is short-term. Whenever I question anything be says he m its so much simpler than what I make it out to be. Sometimes I question if he gas lighting me. But then I don't know if I am thinking that from past bad experiences. This relationship makes me feel like I kmow nothing about relationships.

But then for example this weekend, he's out Friday night, well at his mates house. Jad a few drinks and sends me the most loving messages. Tells me I'm one in a million, knows how rare I am etc. Saturday morning it joyfully continues, such loving messages

Saying he can't wait to see me. Go round there and it is amazing. But he's so quiet in person now. When we have sex all the compliments seems to have gone, the reassurances that he wants me forever. As the evening went on it almost felt dull. I felt lacking in attention from him but maybe I expect too much. He was being his usual loving and caring self. I don't know what more I was lookikg for really. I guess I miss when he truly adored me. Then bedtime cane and it took me an hour to get him to come to bed. And that seems to happen a lot nowadays. He's never eager to come to bed, he just wants to be on the sofa. It doesn't make sense to me. We only get this one night and all I want is to cuddle up to him. It's nearly 1am when he finally comes and cue me having an absolute meltdown. I don't know if it was justified or not. I think it was late and I felt neglected. I wonder if the problem lies with me. Do I again expect too much? Or get worked up over nothing. I told him I was struggling with how little time we get together, how the weekends have become so short with losing half of Saturday most weeks. Because I sacrificed the Fridays so he could always get a lie in after his long week. But I feel like surely Sundays there should be more effort in return. We go to bed so late Saturday and then he sleeps half of Sunday. Does he really wven care anymore? Am I being mugged off? I went through a stage of feeling like he only wanta me for sex, but that's not true as he still comes over when the kids are here and makes a real effort with them. Them today was the strangest day yet. Sunday and we didn't have sex at all. No morning sex. No afternoon sex. I mentioned I wanted sex and didn't get it. We went for a walk and I mentioned I was sad we hadn't had sex, got back and still mo sex. Questioned why not and got no response. That is what I struggle with. In person he simply doesn't respond. I don't know if it's disrespectful or what. I don't get any answers. I just get silence. And I get so tired of the silence. He never tries to make conversation with me. I don't know how to feel about that. I have never seen him with his friends but I have no doubt he isn't quiet around them. I don't know what it is.

So today we had no sex for the first time ever on a weekend day. And somehow it felt bad yet good. I feel like it shows sex doesn't completely underpin our relationship. That we can have a day without it and the relationship won't fall apart. Although I still don't truly understand and still feel rejected.

I do love him so very much but I don't always understand him. I don't know what any of it means. He felt like my soulmate. Yet 1 year on we have almost gone backwards in our relationship. We see each other less and there is def less effort from him. I just wish he would open up more so I could get a better idea of where his head is at. I want it to be him ❤️

[xxx-sir-pentious-xxx]

Sir Pentious has autism simply for the fact if you've met a mid level autistic man in his 40s youd see it immediately with:

Lisping and soft 'boyish' tones

Extreme level of interest in a certain topic

High social anxiety

Speech problems

Hard to use his inside voice when hes feeling fine

Struggles to understand social cues and how to answer to ones he does get

Highly susceptible to influences good and bad

Has big emotions that dont always warrant it or arent appropriate for the moment, often leading to rushing into situations that may be dangerous.

Usually scared or isolated animals (kiki) are more incline to cuddle a disabled person and handle being pet even if touch adverse

Masks some feelings to protect themself from seeming weaker or unsure

When encountered with high emotions from others, will take on those feelings 10fold

Tend to be a bit... childish. For a lack of a better word, this would be a issue in romantic relationships with non understanding people or poorly equipped people. We require lots of love and care or else we might be hurt from small things like fights, rejection of affection or misunderstanding. Which is why it's really messed up when the crew let him get assaulted in the club. We put a lot of ourselves safety into friends or strangers without meaning to which leads to us being abused or left alone at risk.

I'm sure I repeated a bit but yeah

Hes autistic whether anyone likes it or not.

This is for mid level autistism not high functioning, based on my own list of what is high or low. Yes he can do some insane work but hes very clearly not someone that can or should be alone for long swaths of time in public.

Yeah but like other than that I guess you could just ignore all the traits if it bothers you some that they made a clearly disabled person the butt of so many jokes and that people still ship him with a potential abuser or their oc that doesn't understand him or his needs.

Sorry that sounded harsh. But still my point stands.

Autistic people of the Hazbin fandom, please help me out on this one.

Do you, from your or your peers' experience, think Sir Pentious could realistically be headcanoned as such based on canon evidence?

I see a pretty large part of the fandom agree on it and I'd like to also, but given that I haven't seen anyone give a detailed explanation, I'm not sure if there's any solid evidence, or if it's mostly just "I like this character and making them autistic is like a badge of honor" (which is very valid, but not how I roll) or simply strereotyping the awkward genius trope.

It feels like he's harder to clock than, say Genshin's Alhaitham (who, besides being a standoffish genius, also deals exclusively in logic, is unsubtle to the point he can appear condescending and doesn't really exhibit much empathy, though it's clearly shown that he also cares deeply for his roommate, even if his emotionally-driven poor choices exasperate him. AND he has noise-cancelling headphones, so there's that!), but I'm not very intimately familiar with autism, and having ADHD myself, I know neurodivergences can have a lot of less discussed symptoms, some of which don't even show up on tests, you only find out about them through the community and it finally clicks for you like "oh. So it's not just a Me thing, it's a My Neurodivergence thing".

So, if you do have a reason for believing Pentious to be autistic, I'd love to hear!

Even if you don't have an answer, I would appreciate reblogging for visibility! Maybe I'll get my answer someday, lol

[tender-rosiey]

welcome back | gojo satoru x gn!reader

ᴀ/ɴ: guess who’s back— back again; ahem, HI THERE AND I MISSED YOU ALL, please accept this humble gojo work because this man can take everything I have and I would give him my kidneys

gojo never begged, maybe only once, just once. he very rarely felt vulnerable either, and even despite the rarity, he despised the feeling with all his being. thankfully now, he had you to make him understand that it’s fine; he still hates it but at least he has you by his side.

but he jinxed himself, as this morning, he had woken up without you there for him to cuddle to death because, as he read from the note you left, there is a mission you were needed for but would be back the same day.

he pouted, wish he could’ve spent the morning with you at least; nonetheless, he got up and got ready for his school day as a teacher in the jujutsu tech. hour by hour, minute by minute, second by second, he felt himself getting rather lonely and impatient, despite being surrounded by all his students and fellow jujutsu sorcerers. he pulled through the day expecting to see you in your shared house at night, but the elders had other plans.

your mission was extended to 5 days, he found out. with every part of him, gojo cursed profanities at the elders in his mind; now, what the hell is he going until you are back? nothing has been happening lately that deserved his attention or effort.

he sighed dramatically before dipping a bit in the bathtub and playing with that rubber cat you got for him. you even put glasses like his own in it, and oh god— look at him remembering you through everything. what a long 5 days these will be.

if someone had to see him this way, they would surely laugh to their heart’s content at how pathetic the great gojo satoru is being. “i wonder—wait no.” he pondered before deciding to talk to particularly no one but himself “in today’s talk show, we will talk about me being the strongest and the best sorcerer to ever exist! not to mention, that i, effortlessly, am the best husband too!” i must be going crazy, he thought.

if rubber cats can talk, then the cat in the water would join him. catoru was quite the lovely and chaotic rubber cat, after all.

gojo dragged his feet to the bed before slamming himself on it, miraculously not breaking it. his mind drifted to thoughts filled of you: like how, despite his absence sometimes, you still make it seem like nothing happened and pamper him the same, how he had to be the taste tester for that one meal you wanted to make for the students and while the first trial of it wasn’t exactly the best, but he never said that, only thing said being: “oh, this is great! i prefer sweet things more though; how about we add that?”

after some reminiscing, he slowly closed his eyes and succumbed to the drowsiness and boredom. and so the cycle of the 5 days begins: he wakes up, thinks about you until he gets to school, trains his students and joke around, annoy everyone, especially nanami, and exorcise some curses then sleep and repeat. it was getting on his nerves, to be frank; gojo hated routines.

despite him pulling through days like these, when he is the one on a mission, easily, he is struggling quite a bit right now. however, he will soon see you. at least, that’s what he told himself while also having prepared a ton of pranks in advance. it’s the end of the 4th day and gojo is laying on your shared bed, groaning dramatically and flipping and tossing around. what a bore, it was so lame without you—

okay but maybe he can go check up on nanami. “nanamin! i have come to grace you with my presence!” said blonde male sighed at the sight that teleported in front of him “how unfortunate, i was about to eat my favorite bread too.” gojo flapped his hands around and started opening about a million subjects at the same time “so yeah, that’s why children are born from coconut trees and not pelicans.” another long sigh is delivered “you lie more than you breathe, don’t you?” “it helps with global warming and evens out the carbon dioxide.”

a barely noticeable eye roll is done by nanami before he speaks up “aren’t you supposed to be with y/n, right now?” gojo pouted once again for the millionth time this week and nanami can’t help the sigh that escapes him once again “so they are on a mission, and you, because of your boredom, chose to bother me?” gojo laughs before patting nanami’s back “not bother! more like entertain! aaaaanyways i have to get ready so i can welcome them with open arms, byeeeee!”

after gojo leaves, nanami can’t help but wonder: how the fuck do you deal with this man on daily bases? guess he will never know, now time for that casse-croute.

left to nothing but himself, gojo stares at ceiling and continuously making random noises with his mouth like farts and what so. weren’t you supposed to be back? (well, hate to break it to you satoru but y/n can’t be back at 12am exactly) after getting bored of the already boring ceiling, he got his phone out and started looking at pictures of you for god knows how long. however after that,a sigh, after a long wait escapes his lip “won’t you please just come home already?”

“you look lonely, what’s up?” “oh no nothing, just waiting for my spouse who left me for a mission and clearly isn’t peppering me with kisses like they are supposed to.” your laughter echoed through the room that was once filled with deafening silence before you wrapped your arms around him “i am home, you big baby.” soon, he returned the gesture and a murmur of his own “welcome back.”

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[delopsia]

can i get some soft max head canons?🥺

oh, oh, oh, okay, i just dropped everything i was doing for this Soft Max Brinly Headcanons

baby loves you so much, but he struggles to say it out loud. Every time he tries, words become incomprehensible. Suddenly the poetic confessions he'd been rehearsing all day have dissolved into thin air, and the only thing he can get out of his mouth is "IreallyreallyREALLYloveyoualothoney." Proceeds to turn bright red and avoid meeting your eye because now it's awkward.

Not the most ambitious man on Earth, but for you, he'd jump through hoops.

Will absolutely change even his biggest plans for you. He'd transfer out of his dream college/job just to be closer to where you are.

Max loved Mr. H when he first arrived at Hackett's Quarry, but now he LOATHES him. Not because of anything terrible; he's just upset that Mr. H thwarts his every attempt to spend time with you.

"He's a cold-hearted clown that hates seeing other people be happy," he gripes, voice muffled from where he's tucked his head into the crook of your neck.

"We're here to work, Max," eye-roll, "not cuddle all day by the lake."

"I said what I said."

He adores back hugs. Always starts it by making some quiet comment to let you know that he's there, brushes his knuckles against your hips as he wraps his arms around you. No matter your height difference, he will always find a way to hook his chin over your shoulder.

Gets so smiley over the tiniest of things. A surprise kiss on the cheek when you walk past, comparing your hand sizes at dinner, falling asleep on him at the campfire, it doesn't matter; he's smiling like a big idiot.

Lazy makeout sessions. Nothing more, nothing less, just kissing and memorizing every bit of each other. There is nothing he loves more than wrapping you in his arms and kissing you until he's afraid he'll faint from a lack of oxygen.

Max really likes wearing flavored chapstick, the kind you find hanging around in grocery stores in multi-packs, and he leaves them everywhere. There's a Laffy Taffy chapstick hiding in his console, always a Cola flavor in his pocket, and you've got a Sweetarts one that he forgot on your bed one evening. He likes kissing you and making you guess the flavor.

Always gives you forehead kisses. If he sees his opportunity, he's taking it.

Loyal to the end, tbh. He'd follow you into a burning building with nothing more than a "are you sure this is safe?"

On-demand mechanic. If there is one thing he's good at, it's working on cars. If you so much as mention that you think your car is making a funny noise, or it stopped a little strangely at a red light, he's on the case. You don't even have to take it in to get an oil change anymore; Max has it covered.

"Where the hell is my ten millimeter."

Doesn't let you pay for anything. Dinner, movie tickets, that one weirdly expensive car part he replaced last month, you're not spending a dime. If you want to pay for something, you have to be slick about it, and he's gonna fuss about it for the next few hours.

Jumping into the events of the game, you have no idea just how protective Max can be over you until things start getting weird at the Quarry. It even surprises him a little bit.

He's always been a little bit protective. Never lets you walk alone in the dark and puts himself on the outside of the sidewalk. He always walks you to the door, always double checks that you got home safe, that sort of thing.

Jacob accidentally tripped you down the stairs one day, and Max about skinned him alive.

BUT when the werewolves start showing up, he's even surprised by how quickly he puts himself in danger to keep you safe. He will literally put himself between you and a werewolf to make sure that you can't be hurt.

Max loves to listen to you talk. You could be explaining physics, and he'd be so consumed by it. He thinks its cute when you get so wrapped up in whatever you're talking about. But he does get a little too focused in it and quits hearing what you're saying.

"I just don't understand why they would kill him off! They said they were just sticking to the comics, but it's not like they were sticking to the comics before — Max?"

Max just hums, head cradled in an open palm, absolutely lost in something that has the corner of his lip curled into a lazy smile. Pale blue eyes follow your every movement, but they're distant, glossed over with whatever he's thinking about.

"Max?" Raising your voice does nothing to bring your adorable airhead down from the clouds; admittedly, it's never worked before.

Slowly, so as to not spook him, you reach over and plant your hand on the top of his head, tussling his already messy hair.

"Huh."

"You spaced out again."

"Have I ever mentioned how cute it is when you start rambling?"

You swear he's never going to remember all the things you ramble about, but he does. He remembers everything you tell him, even if he doesn't know what it means.

"Oh, is that the friend you mentioned having in 2nd grade?" You only showed him a singular photo of your old friend, and now Max has spotted them from the other side of the grocery store.

You're the most precious thing in the world to Max, and he does his best to make sure you know that there is nothing in this world that he wouldn't do for you. Even if that means volunteering at some summer camp, just because you asked him to tag along.

[bronze-bell]

"I-it's not... your fault..." Of course Aesop thinks it is, damn it... Actually, Victor supposes he's not wrong, really. He did start this. But it's not like he was being MALICIOUS, Victor isn't just going to say that he was terrified to his face! (Unless he blurts it out like a fucking idiot again) "it's- it's all just a- a lot t-to take in...."

He does his best to keep himself sturdy, even though his legs are starting to protest. Aesop isn't even heavy, but it feels like Victor is slowly turning into a pool of wax, which as it turns out, is not very sturdy. (The mental image of them both toppling over like bowling pins is, while funny, definitely not the ideal situation.)

He settles on moving the two to rest on the bed, taking the gun (which is now in the way) and placing it casually in the beside table drawer. Now, Victor is half-sitting, half-laying under Aesop, fully oblivious to how they're practically cuddling as they attempt to make themselves comfortable. (He's glad he took his shoes off when he'd finished making Aesop's bed earlier. Doing so now would have been rather awkward.)

As Aesops words burrow into his mind, some self aware part of Victor bubbles to the surface to say that he, too, will obey anything that is asked of him. But the rest of him is well trained to drown it until he forgets, and so he runs automatically. Like a... good Postman, right? Right.

"I.... S-suppose, you're right... A-as long as you- you're happy, w-we can do anything... that you want. I-i- I am happy, with what we have already... " He sighs fondly, laying back. He's still in uniform, a reminder that he shouldn't be so relaxed right now. He should, ideally, have work to do. But it's not like he does, and it's warm here. He doesn't want to protest.

"Ah... I g-guess what I- I truly want is... a promise. I - I need to clarify... That it's a bit of an exaggeration to s-say I want to never be alone. I w-wouldn't want to smother you, after all, and I imagine we'll b-both need space..." Victor lets his gaze drift to the rather nondescript ceiling above, tracing patterns with his eyes. He knows Aesop well enough to understand that it would make Aesop nervous. He should have phrased it better... "T-that's... What y-you're... Nervous about, right?"

(it feels like there's something he's forgotten. But it's not important now. He's too tired.)

When was the last time he's been like this? Warm and tired, curled up with someone he loves? Back there, he doubts he would have gotten this privilege. He can't bring himself to muster hate towards them, now, so he simply clings closer to Aesop like they could take him away again. But they won't. He's sure.

"r-rightt... N-no, you'll... never throw me away..." A-and I won't get rid of you, either... Yes, yes we'll... Understand..." There's a smile in his voice. Words are failing him, by now. Though, he's astounded in the realisation that he hasn't really struggled, at least compared to how he goes mute at the first sign of trouble in any other case.

Ah, he doesn't need to argue with Aesop's justification of his apology, simply humming in response. No need to question it. Aesop can say whatever he wants, now, Victor's given up on caring for the night. But still, no matter the subject, Aesop's voice is soft in the Postman's ears.

"y-you... You want t-to stay... I- I love you, t-too.." It's awe. Reverence. He's finally not alone anymore. "Of course, of c-course..." He repeats to himself, a fuzzy attempt to never forget Aesop's words even as they're spoken. Victor laces one of his hands with one of Aesop's, smiling as his eyelids grow heavy.

When they wake up, he feels like they won't be the same people they started with. Maybe they'll forget themselves again. Maybe they'll be lost forever. Maybe they'll never wake up, not truly.

And yet, when it's so warm, when it's all Victor's ever wanted, is there a reason to ever stop himself from sinking into this dream?

( @yellow-rose-embalmer )

If Aesop had not, perhaps, deposited that letter to nobody in the postbox so that Victor would have something to do, if Aesop had not written far too much while realizing too late he forgot to place his own name on the back after hastily crossing out Victor's own, maybe he would be a little more well-kept. But all of that has happened, all of the past is inescapable, and he cannot hide from it. Only wait for everything to crash down.

And how terrifying it is to wait.

He needed to write everything down anyway, and he would not be surprised if he burned his words once they returned to him. They just needed to be out, and what better way to move them apart from him than to write them and seal them away? He knows the dangers, yes. And if he made a grave mistake, if every bit of goodwill he has scraped together crumbles away, he can only say that it was inevitable. Anyone who found out would do the same. If convincing does not work... but that isn't enough this time, right? Not when death means nothing.

He hasn't bothered to put up his ponytail or get his mask on this morning, not after the sleepless night before. The letter has not been returned. He doesn't know what could be happening, and the terror, the possibility that he's destroyed it all, looms close behind him.

===

(The letter—or would it be better called a ramble, a confession?— is wrapped in a plain, sturdy envelope, such that he hopes it isn't anything that would stand out. Unfortunately, his handwriting is clearly recognizable as his own, rendering the whole point moot anyway. The envelope bears the first few letters of Victor's name, written several times and crossed out on all of them, but the lack of another addressee is notable. The text's shape and unsteady pace betrays the emotional tension in the writer.)

I'm sorry.

I don't even know what I'm sorry for. For going against that faith you had in me? For taking matters into my own hands and hoping you would never find out? For trying to relieve you of burdens but only trying and failing to soothe my own? You were already asleep, there was no need—

I came here to continue my duty. To free more people. But you were never truly free, you kept returning and I could only grow more ashamed, more unable to face you. If you did not have to wake up, if you were safe and never had to be afraid again... but it doesn't work like that. Not anymore. (I still would not leave you.)

Is it selfish that a part of me... doesn't want to succeed? That I want to have your warmth, your voice, all the things I can't preserve the way I can so much else? If you are comfortable, and happy, does it matter if it happens because you are finally at rest?

I know I have always been here to help. I know it is my duty to reach those meant to die, those who are in too much pain to keep going. (Even now, I wonder if I have reached those who need me the most.) But... I know that you wouldn't see it that way. Nobody does. Mr. Carl, too, knows that this mission is a solitary one. Being able to convince someone to let me guide them is ideal, yes, but... it has, in practice, been impossible. You would not be different, I'm sure. Even if I wish you were, if you ever found out that it was me bringing you to dreamless sleep all those times, I... I would understand if you wanted nothing to do with me anymore. Even as I wish to have your company, I have destroyed your trust, I am sure, and tried to bring you to the other side long before you were ready.

If you would allow me to ask this... please do not tell anyone. I do not know what would happen, and I am already... no, it's not worth thinking about. You will do what you decide is right, and who am I to decide what that is? I have hurt you, have I not? All I wanted to do was make things better for you, and yet...

Once again, I apologize. For everything.

Victor Grantz has been dying, recently. Not in matches, like normal, no. Outside of them, daring to close his tired eyes for a moment before waking up in his room, consumed by a blind panic of where am I what happened oh god— Are They back?? Nobody stole anything, right? Why did they let him revive in his room??

Safe to say, he was on extremely high alert after the first time it happened. But even if he wasn't, he's sure he'd have noticed the look on Aesop's face. The way Aesop wouldn't meet Victor's eyes at all. The way Aesop fiddled with his hands. The way Aesop was, very obviously, guilty.

Something clicks into place, then. So now the question becomes why. And, paranoid as he is, he can't trust it's actually Aesop.

Although, god, if anyone is killing him he hopes it's Aesop. As weird as that sounds. You see, there's no real reason for Victor to be dying. It'd be one thing if his bag was searched, another if his room was, but neither are true. He's made sure of it. (The keys are still in his pocket when he revives, and ordering the letters in a way only he knows leads to the order being perfect afterwards.) It's not torture either, he's certain it's not meant to be.

The only other reason for someone to kill him is... Concern. Worry about him neglecting himself, choosing to reset his body and take him straight to bed rather than argue with him about whether he's okay.

And that is why he hopes it's Aesop. Because that is absolutely something he might do, and it would make him much more at ease.

But he can't just ask Aesop if he's killing him. That likely wouldn't go down well, especially if Aesop isn't the murderer. So he experiments instead.

- - -

He'd pretended to be unconscious on the dining room table. Late enough he knew nobody would walk in on them, and close enough to both of their rooms that it'd give Aesop confidence to solve the mystery for him.

And, well... If the gloved hands and the click of the case didn't give it away, Aesop speaking, quiet and shaky through his mask, definitely did. Victor wills his pounding heart to stop beating so loud. Aesop will catch on to his ruse, surely...

Aesop does, in fact, catch on... Partially. Thank god, he didn't seem to realise what it meant. He asks about a nightmare, though seemingly remembering victor can't answer him. Victor is given reassurance that it'll be over soon, anyway.

He's given a lot of reassurance, actually.

A little scolding, though more concerned than anything else ["You really must take care of yourself better..."],

a few admissions of attachment ["if only you knew how much I care for you..."],

and many, many apologies.

Victor's heart starts to relax from it all, and he wonders if he might actually fall asleep here... before there's a sharp prick in his arm.

Cold floods through him, and it's too heavy to struggle. He falls unconscious within minutes.

He wakes up back in his bed. Nothing is out of order. Well, at least that's calmed most of his nerves...

[this goes on for weeks. Somehow, he finds himself more relaxed each time.]

= = =

The next unusual thing happens with the letter.

Victor would recognise the handwriting anywhere by now, especially when it's addressed to him. Sort of.

Even if he wasn't mildly addicted to reading and pretending people's letters were for him, he'd still itch to open that seal. There's absolutely no address, besides his own, half formed and shaky.

He can't be blamed if he doesn't know where to go, right? He's just being diligent, right? [He burns with curiosity, taking the letter into his room as subtly as he can, so he can pore over every detail.]

There is no name here, either. But what he does get is so much more... Fascinating, in a sense. It's a terrible thing, he knows, but he can't stop himself from being entranced at the pure emotion dripping off of Aesop's every word.

It's a secret. Just for him.

+ + +

If not for the subject matter he'd be feeling both sick and rather giddy at the chance. (At the moment he just feels the instinctual crawling nausea of something to hide from Them. He swats it away.)

It's funny, how mere weeks ago he thought Aesop was like Them, but it's even clearer now that he's not, and never will be. Victor doesn't see what Aesop does, but Aesop happens to have painted a very easy picture for Victor to see.

It's love, above all else. It's guilt, it's apology, it's longing, it's protection, it's caring. Victor understands Aesop better than anyone else, and this only proves it. He can connect with that emotion, hold it in his hands and press his face against it to feel the warmth.

Nobody else will understand. It's his secret to keep. But unfortunately for Victor's desire to stare at it for hours, this is still technically supposed to be delivered.

He puts the secret back in its envelope, not bothering to re-melt the wax like usual, locks up his room, and walks to Aesop's door. (If it had been back then, he would have been punished for not being punctual. But, they tended to give exceptions to unclear delivery instructions...)

× × ×

"Mr Carl?" He speaks quietly into the wood of the door. "Is this letter yours?"

It's selfish of him, but he can't wait for the reply.