#I just noticed how he uses his jacket as a pillow in top right one

[meownotgood]

sleeping so soundly, pillows under head, sleepy as fuck man just a snoozer man

[wonwayne]

enha when you pass out on their shoulder ☁️

pairing : ot7 x gn!reader genre : pure fluff warnings : none! word count : 0.75k

a/n : because you’re irresponsible like that ;) no but in all seriousness ‘passing out’ here just refers to falling asleep, not the medical condition 👍

💭 heeseung

just loves the sensations of you

your warm breath, faint on his chest; your hair spreading across his sweater; your fingers subconsciously playing and tugging at the sleeve

does it melt him? yes, it melts him

it melts him so much that he can’t sit straight anymore, he has to surrender to gravity and cuddle with you

slightly surprised when you don’t stir; he’s like “oh they’re knocked out” and decides to bridal carry you to the bed so you can stay comfy for the night

tucks you in and everything, he is father™ material methinks

💭 jay

drapes his jacket/blanket over you so fast

and so effortlessly

gentility is second nature for this man he is a GENTLEMAN

could stay perfectly still forever if that meant good sleep for you

and does exactly that the entire night, literally falls asleep in that position he loves you that much

then wakes up the next morning and nags you incessantly

“you are going to massage my shoulder for the next full hour.” “why :(“ “because i sacrificed the imminent comfort of my bed to be your pillow for 9 hours.”

maybe he’s dramatic but he’s right !!

💭 jake

mm. would rather have you sitting in his lap but this will do.

does the thing where he shifts his body towards you a bit and plants a billion kisses on the top of your head

you better be dreaming of him

eventually gives up on offering his shoulder, just hugs you

talks to you even if you’re unresponsive, partly bc he’d be lonely otherwise

but mostly bc he thinks it’s the perfect time to confess (as if he doesn’t confess to you through all of your waking hours)

“y/n you are so so beautiful” “i would give up the world for you”

is it possible to blush in your sleep?? bc jake would make it happen

💭 sunghoon

is so so smug about it

like “yes. see how their head fits perfectly into the crook of my neck. (it’s not a question.) soulmates indeed.”

HEAD PATS

just strokes your hair softly and he’s so nonchalant about it

if you weren’t already dozing his pets are so soothing they leave you in a SLUMBER

might even whisper cheesy little things knowing that you won’t remember them

“my princess 🥰” “my snuggle bear 😁”

okay i’ll shut up

💭 sunoo

it starts with a side eye (when does it not)

somewhere between concern and shock, he’s all like “this is not typical y/n behavior this is not the y/n i know this is not my y/n why are they not alive hold up—”

does the two fingers under your nose thing to check if you’re breathing

you are, of course, and then he’s just like well 😶 clingy y/n era. guess i’ll have to get used to this.

makes a point to rest his head on yours “this will be a symbiotic relationship not a parasitic one”

if you end up waking up and for witty banter’s sake the first thing you say is “your head was heavy 😒”

oh you are setting yourself UP there

“baby your existence weighs down on me /lh”

💭 jungwon

insert surprised cat face

tends to be the one snuggling into you so this throws him off a little, but in the best possible way

makes it his temporary life goal not to move

nearly an hour in, his neck is begging to be cracked

he hadn’t even noticed how stiff he’d become, he was watching you so intently

he’s thinking about holding out as long as he can but then he’s like “you are not a child you can find yourself a bed to sleep on”

still wakes you up sooo carefully, and when he realizes you’re too groggy to move, he lets you snooze on his lap instead

the way you and only you can break his resolve UGH where is my jungwon fr

💭 niki

absolutely EXHAUSTS your phone storage with 127000 photos of you

none of them are flattering, trust me

“it’s like a polaroid love” um more like polaroid done dirty

drool starting to escape your lips? 🤨📸

cheek squishing into his shoulder and you look like a fish? 📸🤭

adores you through it all of course

i do think he’s less the type to whisper sweet nothings while you’re asleep, but only bc he’d rather see your flustered reaction and make fun of it

[tirasamu]

01. CRUEL BEYOND MY YEARS . . . you do the impossibleー you make dazai feel. that's why you're his, even if neither of you know it yet.

ft. pm!dazai + pm!reader, possessive behavior, descriptions of depression, oda, ango, and chuuya are there too, 2.4k w.c.

SERIES MASTERLIST

Dazai knows he’s supposed to be in a meeting right now.

He yawns, hands behind his head in a makeshift pillow, overgrown legs hanging off the arm of the couch as he stretches out. The heels of his shoes graze his jacket, haphazardly tossed aside when he first came into his office and laid down.

Even with the sleep mask covering his face, blocking out the sun that pools into the top floors of the Port Mafia’s Headquarters, he knows it’s you who’s approaching his door.

He fights back a smile, something he rarely has the opportunity to do. He keeps his breathing steady and deep as he hears the familiar rhythm of your knuckles against his office door, knocking in a code. You both came up with it when you were younger, freshly sixteen against the hollow walls of his shipping container; your own shared secret. He hears the gentle creak of the old wood as you peek inside.

“Dazai?” he hears the soft sound of your footsteps as you come closer, then a sigh he’d recognize anywhere.  “Dazai. Take that thing off. It’s creepy.”

He remains still. He’s supposed to be asleep, after all.

“I see Mr. Executive is as busy as always,” you say sarcastically, but he can still hear the smile in your voice. You slip your thumb under the soft cotton padding of the sleep mask and slide it up his face, pushing his bangs back. The soft glide of your skin against his forehead leaves tingles in its wake, and it’s easy enough to ignore the burn of his one visible eye adjusting to the bright afternoon light when you’re hovering over him like an angel. “Don’t you want to say goodbye to me?”

A new mission. He sighs exhaustedly, as if was the one who was assigned. “How long will you be gone this time?”

“Not long, probably,” your hip presses against his as you sit on the edge of the couch. You rest your cheek on your hand, arm bridged over his stomach as your elbow props on the backrest. “Chuuya got assigned to it with me. Him and I make a good team.”

“You shouldn’t hang around him so much,” he tilts his head back. “You should be careful. He eats dog food, you know. He really is a dog, isn’t he?”

“Shut up,” you laugh, and the sound makes his heartbeat quicken without his permission. “I know that isn’t true.”

“It is!” he sits up on his elbows so he can meet your eyes, his own shimmering with mirth. “I even saw him do it. You trust me, don’t you?”

You flick his forehead, giggling as you stand back up and straighten your skirt. “You’re just jealous you don’t get to come on this mission with us.”

With us? Dazai swears he could be sick and die right there on the couch, as if there even was a ‘you and Chuuya’. The thought alone makes him nearly double over in pain. If anything, it should be him you were paired up with, and if you asked for his opinion, it was a joke that you weren’t by defaultー even if little assignments like this were below him now that he’s an executive. No one else knew you as well as he did, and no one else ever would; besides, he’d known you longer than that stupid slug. Mori's negligence on the matter makes his stomach churn and his skin prickle uncomfortably.

“Hey,” he grabs onto your jacket sleeve, where the cuffs are still a little too long and the fabric hangs over your wrists, before you can walk away. “Be careful.”

You smile at him brightly, giving him a thumbs up, but it barely fazes him. He watches you leave, gaze dark and mouth firm. Something bitter starts to crawl up his stomach, growing in his chest like thorned vines intertwining and tightening around his ribs.

When Mori first introduced you and Dazai to one another, you were both fourteen years old. The first thing he noticed when he saw you was that your clothing was too big, hanging awkwardly off your body. You’ve both grown since then, nearly identical black jackets and ties over white button-downs adorning your frames. The second thing he noticed was that you were different from him; he could tell from your eyes, bright and glistening.

He can't remember a time when he wasn’t burdened by the feeling of looking through a window, always a spectator. You were different; you had a seat at the table. Every bomb placed, every trigger pulledー you were there with him through it all, with the same fucked up feeling of adrenaline pounding through your veins, except you were attached to the world around you. You saw meaning in it somehow.

He wants to pick you apart piece by piece and study you under a microscope. He wants to understand just what it is about you that makes you so intriguing. What do you know that he doesn’t?

How are you so good at making him feel like this ?

He thinks about you on your mission, even when he tries not to. He flips through his paperwork lazily, pulling sheets from their stapled packets and folding them into origami shapes. He stares at his finger when he gets a paper cut on the edge of a report about some dispute in Kyoto, watching the blood dribble down his skin in small beads. He raids the infirmary for chemicals, slipping past the nurses and picking the lock to the medicine cabinet, pocketing bottles and extra rolls of bandages. He plays on his handheld console, sighing in frustration when his character dies again; if only it was so easy.

It's nearing the latest hours of the night when he decides to sneak into your office that he finds you again, back from your mission and chatting with Chuuya, whose arms are crossed as he leans against the edge of your desk. Dazai skims his eyes over you, noting with satisfaction that there seem to be no new visible injuries on you. He relishes in how Chuuya’s brows furrow when he sees him, and how yours rise in delight, Cheeks rounding in a smile. He throws his arms around your shoulders, your faces close enough for him to count your eyelashes as you tilt your head back to look at him.

“I hope you didn’t have too much fun without me,” he pouts, squeezing you against his chest. “Did you keep Chuuya on his leash during your mission?”

“Don’t talk about me like I'm not here, idiot.”

“Oh, there you are,” he eyes the aforementioned man lazily, as if he were a bug that landed near him. “I almost missed you because you’re so small.”

“I fell asleep right after we were done,” you giggle. “Chuuya had to carry me back.”

“Oh?” he tightens his arms. Dazai always thought you were the cutest post-mission, all sleepy and touchy; he always made sure he was around for those moments. “Did he?”

You’re talking, something else about the mission, but he doesn’t listen. Chuuya looks from you to him when he feels his gaze, eyebrow raising in a silent question. They screw up in irritation when dazai’s eyes narrow as his lips curl up into a cruel grin. He cranes his neck down, nose grazing your temple before he drags his tongue across your cheek.

“Ew, Dazai!” you try to shove him away, but he doesn’t go far, still clinging to you tightly. “What the hell? You’re so gross!”

He laughs in your ear, even as you try to pry his hands off his shoulders. You twist your hand around his wrist, tugging on it and glaring at him over your shoulder.

“Let go, Dazai.”

You’ve only ever looked at him like this when he woke you up in the middle of the night, knocking over one of your chairs after he broke into your apartment; you weren’t able to fall back asleep for hours, and when you finally woke up the next day, you realized he ate the last of the mapo tofu in your fridge.

He loosens his arms, stumbling when you shove him. The feeling of your hands pushing him away is nowhere near as warm as when you brushed his hair back earlier that day. There's no pretty, warm smile dimpling your cheeks either; just the dark wood of your office door grazing his nose, the sound of it slamming shut, and Chuuya’s annoyed glare still prickling his skin. 

His chest tightens. 

The flickering light of Bar Lupin’s sign penetrates the foggy night air, like a lighthouse calling lost ships home. Ango and Oda are already inside when Dazai arrives. A cigarette dribbles loose curls of smoke into the air as Ango cradles his glass between his palms and Oda tilts his head back to sip his whiskey. The bar’s most devoted patron hops from Dazai’s seat knowingly, landing on his little white paws as Dazai sits down on the stool with a huff.

He rests his chin against his forearm, sighing into his elbow as the bartender places his usual in front of him wordlessly. The two older men look at the pouty pile of messy hair between them. Oda knows he’s waiting for one of them to ask, so he does. 

“Did something happen today, Dazai?”

“Yes,” he bounces the sphere of ice against the bottom of the glass, feeling his fingertip go numb. “She’s mad at me.”

“What did you do now?” Ango eyes him wearily from behind his glasses.

“How rude,” he says flatly, his voice sounding hollow without his usual playfulness. “Immediately assuming I’m at fault.”

“Aren’t you always?” he sighs into the rim of his glass, taking a long sip.

They both wait in silence before Dazai shoots up in his seat, his stool spinning slightly.

“How can that stupid slug touch what’s mine?”

“'Yours’?” Ango asks, a thin eyebrow raised. “People don’t own other people.”

“I didn't know you two were dating,” Oda says.

“We’re not,” Dazai sags back down, folding his arms and laying his head down so his eyes are level with his glass again. “That's gross.”

“You’re not?” Oda repeats. “…Then why are you upset?”

He feels the bandages around his eyes loosen as he turns his head away, squishing his cheek into his elbow. The cat licks his paws across the bar, before reaching up and rubbing his little face. He catches dazai’s gaze, looking at him with round, unblinking eyes.

His chest tightens again.

The sun is rising, melting the black of the night sky to gold when Dazai arrives at your apartment. His hand freezes inside his pocket, fingers wrapped around his lock pick, glancing back to your door. He lets it go and knocks instead, beating his knuckles against the wood in your secret code.

You’re in your pajamas when you open the door, and he notices the bruise on your leg that was hidden under your work uniform. He looks at you like a lost puppy; ears down, eyes big, with his nonexistent tail between his legs.

“Hey,” your eyes dart along his body, and he knows you’re scanning him for injuries too. “You okay?”

He doesn’t reply, and you let him meekly slip past you into your apartment. Your blanket is pooled on the floor from where you were sitting at your coffee table, chopsticks and a bowl of stir fry waiting for you; the schedule of a mafiosa has your circadian rhythm flipped, eating dinner as the sun rises.

“Did you eat anything yet?” you ask him, sitting back on the ground.

His big brown eyes blink down at you in a silent answer.

You open the side of your blanket expectantly, scooting over to make space for him. You nudge your food between the two of you when he sits beside you. His stomach flutters as he thinks about you feeding him from your chopsticks, a hand cupped under his chin, your soft thumb brushing his lips as you wipe them clean. He ignores it, plucking a shrimp out of your bowl with his fingers instead.

“You can have the rest,” you bundle the blanket a little tighter around your shoulders, sighing softly as you lay your head down on his shoulder. “I made extra. I knew you’d come over.”

“You did?”

“Mhm,” you rub your thumb along the edge of his bandages where his palm and wrist meet absentmindedly. “I know you.”

You do, scarily so. You like your stir fry spicy, but you kept it mild for him. because you knew he’d come over. Because you knew he wouldn’t have eaten otherwise. Because he only ever gets a home-cooked meal when you make one for him.

“‘m sorry,” he mumbles, voice barely audible.

You tilt your head up and look at him, eyes heavy. He holds his breath as you lift your hand and cup his cheek, tracing the dark circle under his one visible eye with the pad of your thumb.

“Let’s go to bed,” your voice is soft in the way it always is when you’re tired. “We can still sleep a little before we have to go back to headquarters.”

He knows every inch of your apartment, but he still lets you guide him into the dark of your room, and he’s suddenly surrounded by everything that is so quintessentially you. He has it all committed to memory: the title of the book on your nightstand you swear you’ll finish, the delicate splay of jewelry on your dresser, the pajama shorts hanging over the side of your hamper in the corner.

You practically collapse, falling into your bed and splaying your limbs with a happy sigh while he carefully lies down, staring at the ceiling and keeping his hands to himself. It's after a few quiet moments when he feels something warm against him, and when he turns to look at you, his breath catches in his throat.

You’re so much closer to him than anyone else would ever dare to be. You curl towards him even in your sleep, like a sunflower growing towards the sun. Your arm reaches towards his, fingers loosely clinging to his sleeve, as if you wanted to keep him anchored to the bed with you. He could almost make himself believe you really wanted him there.

He watches the daylight fall over your face, just as delicate as the sheet you draped over your body, still thin enough to show off the contour of your legs. You look so relaxed, cheeks full of color with the shadow of your lashes resting against them.

You looked so alive. So human.

His chest tightens.

[s4toryuu]

12:37 am — gojo satoru; sashisu

gojo satoru refuses to drink his medicine…

reblog to help gojo get better

out of everything you could call satoru, you think dramatic takes the top spot. so when you wake up in the middle of the night, you listen out for what could possibly have waken you up.

“koff! koff! UGH!” you recognized gojo’s voice from the dorm building behind yours.

oh my fucking god. you sighed. that morning, that idiot had to get sent to his dorm because he kept coughing every time yaga spoke. he sneezed and sniffled, so you assumed that he was actually ill and didn’t just decide to up his antics for no reason. besides, he was a little quieter than usual today.

you got up to put on a jacket and practically stomped to gojo’s dorm, where you were met with his open door and geto standing against the door frame.

“satoru, I told you the medicine wouldn’t be as effective later on.” geto sighed. you noticed his socks. they were pastel with characters on them. you ignored it to yell at who probably gave it to him.

“gojo! if you’re gonna cough just cough! you don’t have to yell after!” you said before sliding one of gojo’s slippers. there that idiot was, laying down faced up with arms stiff on his side and his comforter raised up to his chin. “are you playing dead?”

gojo groaned. “guys.” he sniffled. “I think this is it for me. suguru, I always loved you. y/n, I did steal your marshmallows last movie night. shoko—where’s shoko?” he looked up, illness suddenly voided for a second until shoko appears behind you. her dorm is a couple doors from yours after all. the snow-haired drama queen’s head fell back on his pillow and his sickness returned.

“eh, what?” she muttered to him before stepping inside. gojo started coughing again.

“are you contagious?” you asked before shifting away from gojo’s bed. geto took the medicine he got from gojo’s counter and placed it on the latter’s nightstand.

shoko walked over and sat on his bed. she placed her hand on gojo’s forehead before snickering. “you’re burning up. you really are gonna die.” she laughed.

you all chuckled, except gojo who whined again. “can’t you use reverse cursed technique on me shoookooo…”

“nope. I’ve only done it on physical injuries. why won’t you just drink the medicine?” she took the plastic little spoon and wiggled it to gojo’s face for emphasis.

gojo screwed his eyes shut and shook his head like a child. “don’t wanna.” if it wasn’t 12:37am on a school night you might’ve found it adorable.

“you might really die, satoru.” geto shot from the foot of gojo’s bed. he definitely woke up from his coughing and subsequent yelling, seeing as geto’s room is right next to gojo’s.

the next morning after your first class, the three of you gathered in the cafeteria and geto stirred up a plan.

“he’s probably not drinking it because he thinks it’s bitter.” you conclude.

suguru sipped on his tea. “ah, I know. that’s why I got the honey flavor version.”

“how are we gonna force him to drink it? it’s not like we can force feed it to him.” shoko shook her lollipop. you were just glad it wasn’t a cigarette.

“he’ll just turn on his infinity. I think we have to ambush him.” you laughed at the image.

“geto, summon a cursed spirit to hold him down.” shoko joked.

the cold breeze practically slapped you while walking to the dorms. geto was sure your victim was still asleep. he had the spare key when you thought to take off your shoes for maximum stealth. the two followed.

geto stood in front of the door to block the light while you and shoko slithered in. it was dark except for the nightlight by satoru’s night stand. you could make out the important things. the untouched medicine, and gojo sprawled over his bed under his sheets. he faced the left side cuddling a pillow. tissues filled the trash can dragged by his bed and some on the floor. poor kid.

geto tiptoed to the other side of the bed where satoru was faced while shoko prepared the poison. you got in position across geto and stifled a laugh at shoko trying to break the seal as quiet as possible. she tiptoed next to you and nodded to geto.

“satoru” geto called out. “satoru, wake up.”

“sugu…” gojo whined. he didn’t open his eyes. geto gestured for the syrup-filled spoon. shoko handed it to him promptly and again, you stifled a laugh at your plan.

“satoru-kun. aaah,” geto opened his mouth. geto using “-kun” was too funny.

surprisingly, satoru opened his mouth slightly too. what the hell? this wasn’t even part of the plan. suguru took the spoon to satoru’s mouth.

shit, it would probably just spill out with the way he was faced, you realized. you lunged to push satoru’s shoulder to the right so that he would face up. you decided him choking on it was better than it spilling. because that way it would at least get in his mouth.

gojo woke up. he made eye contact with you and immediately tried to get up. he moved his hand to push yours off but you held his shoulders down with your weight and geto got all the syrup in.

“MMGHFHG!” gojo yelled with his mouth closed. he struggled against you, and you gave it 5 seconds before his strength took over and even less before he activated infinity.

“geto!” you called and he took over your hold on sicko’s shoulders.

gojo started kicking, and you straddled his shins.

“swallow!” geto exclaimed as gojo tried to push his hands off. shit, this wouldn’t work.

“geto! get on!” you yelled and geto straddled gojo’s stomach.

“swallow it!” suguru grabbed gojo’s arms and held them against the bed by his head.

“HHNGNGGHH!” satoru shook his head.

“satoru! it’s honey flavored!” geto argued.

shoko laughed and you heard her camera shutter. she stood far enough to snap a picture and you realized what it looked like. you were straddling gojo’s calves while suguru was straddling gojo’s, uh… lower stomach with his hands pinned by his head.

then, as if on queue, the door opened. your heads snapped to the door and you saw your sweet (to you, at least) junior nanami for about .7 seconds before the door closed again.

you flew off of gojo’s calves. “nanami! wait!”

this ended with a lot more stsg than I thought lol

[scoutswritingcorner]

What about giving catnip to husk? And just sitting back to watch him

Here ya' go Love!~ I might've changed it a bit apologies, Dearest.

Long Nights And Catnip

Husk x GN!Reader

A/N: I love Husk doing cat things. I love this old grumpy cat. 

TW: Catnip

The night was slowly passing by as you had made a bet with the hotel’s bartender to see if you could stay up longer than him. Which is weird cause every chance he got he was laying around taking a nap. You found him curled up behind the bar, sleeping with the same rag he used to clean the cups, covering his eyes. Yet here you were, hours after everyone had gone to bed sitting at the reception desk reading a book. Alastor was sitting at the bar, drinking what seemed like whiskey as he had a hushed conversation with Husk.

Your focus went back towards your book, leaning back into the chair trying to force yourself to not yawn. “Sleepy?” Husk called out, causing you to jump and shake your head, “Not at all, just stretching my jaw.” You replied before he let out a chuckle as you sent him a halfhearted glare. Alastor stood up bidding you both a good night before happily humming as he walked back to his room. Husk started washing and cleaning the cup before looking back over at you, “Gonna stare at me all night, Husk?” You called out putting a bookmark in between the pages as he let out a low laugh, “Depends. Are you gonna sit over there all night?” He replied, watching as you stood up and stretched his gaze glancing at your figure for a second. He sighed looking away, you were going to be the second death of him. 

Moving to one of the bar stools you stared at Husk, leaning your chin against your hand. “What’s your all time plan for staying up all night, Husk?” You asked smirking and ignoring the urge to fall asleep right then. “Booze.” He replied instantly causing you to laugh, “That’s all? Just booze and nothing else?” He smirked and rolled his eyes, “You got a better plan?” he asked as you shook your head before stopping and smirking at him.

“I shouldn’t have asked.” He quickly said as you leaned closer to him, your torso leaning over the bar itself. He nuzzled his nose against yours causing you to giggle. “It’s just cuddling, Husk. You love my cuddles~”

~~~~

You don’t remember how much time had passed but now here you were cuddled up with Husk behind the bar, catnip spread everywhere as the small baggy was ripped open. Occasionally he would move away to rub his cheek against the bar top, purring loudly as you tried to get the old tomcat to sit back down. He only growled and dug his claws deeper into the wood, before he begrudgingly sat down pulling you into his lap.

Your hand runs through the fur on his chest as his paws slowly and carefully kneaded into your body. “Husk..let’s sleep this off okay?” You whispered out trying to clean up the mess on the floor before Nifty yelled at you in the morning. You don’t even know how the catnip got into your pocket, it was when Husk kept grabbing at your pants that you noticed his strange behavior. You looked back at him, seeing how dilated his pupils were. He let out a soft purr to your question only pulling you closer to his body to nuzzle your neck.

You sighed noticing how useless it seemed to talk to him right now. You also knew there was no way for you to bring him back to either his or your room without a fight, grabbing your discarded jacket from the bar and sighed. Making it into a makeshift pillow on the ground you looked back at Husk who was staring at you. Wiggling out from his lap, you laid down before patting your chest staring back at him. Husk purred louder but laid his head on your chest.

You let out a yawn as you carefully scratched behind his ears, maybe he would forget what happened in the morning and you could take this as a win. Hopefully.

~~~

Charlie walked over to the bar seeing as Nifty and Angel were snickering silently, “Guys what’s going on?” She asked before Angel shushed her and moved to the side. “The two lovebirds fell asleep curled up with one another.” Angel whispered out as Charlie covered her mouth to keep herself from squealing at the sight. You were sound asleep with Husk in your arms as he subconsciously continued to carefully knead into your back.

[lumibuns-blog]

Gojo gojo gojo gojo gojo gojo gojo gojo

I'm obsessed with him

Gojo x reader

~Your friend Gojo comes home after a mission in your second year at jujutsu tech, bloodied and tired, but the one person he wants to see now is you~

You hear a knock at your door, 'who the hell is knocking at 3am' you think, knowing you shouldn't be either but the show was just too good.

You go to open the door "this better be import-"

Gojo's head immediately falls to rest on your chest, he's bent at the waist and his arms hang limply downwards, you can see dried blood staining his white hair.

"Toru are you ok, what happened?!?" You ask in a panic.

"I'm ok now that you're here..." he responds weakly

At least he's still well enough to make a joke you think, "ok let's get you inside and I'll call Shoko" you say leaning him against you

"No...don't call her...I came here...to not get yelled at....just you...you're enough" he huffed

You couldn't help but blush slightly at his comment, turning away so he wouldn't tease you later. You decide to take him to your bathroom as he's already dripping some blood onto your floor.

You set him on your toilet and kneel in front of him "alright let's see what we got here" you smile, trying to lighten the mood

"Sorry I got cocky" he said surprisingly sounding upset

"I can believe that" you chuckled, noticing his shoulders sink you continue "but hey it's ok it happens to everyone" you say while standing to get your first aid kit "and if it makes you feel any better, I still think your the strongest" you had a feeling he needed to hear something like that

"Of course I'm the strongest" he beamed putting his hands on his hips, he got his confidence back you guessed

"Let's see what's wrong"

"I'm mostly just hurt on my neck and face, but I'm sore everywhere else" he whines

"Stop complaining and unzip your shirt" you huff

He gasps "no dinner first?" Taking his jacket in his teeth he unzips it with one hand

"Shhhhhhhh"

You get close to him using you hand to to push his hair out of his face, suddenly making eyes contact with his watercolor eyes that seemed to shine a bit more when he looked into yours

"Wh-wh-what are you doing" he sputters moving back slamming into the back of your toilet, a cute blush spreads across his face.

"Oh come on toru! I'm just trying to bandage your cut"

"Yeah yeah of course you just...startled me"

"Sure sure" you said wondering why he would be blushing then

You continue to wipe the blood from his face bandaging his cuts. When you finish you help him stand again moving towards your living room.

"I'm assuming you don't want to go to your place and face Geto" you tease.

"I'll take the couch" he retorts

You set him down there and he begins to make himself comfortable and snuggle into you pillows in the most obnoxious way possible because of course he is.

"Alright go to bed it's lat-"

You're cut off as his arms wrap around your waist and pull you towards him so you fall on top of him.

"Just stay a bit longerrrrrr, we could watch a show or something...I'm just not tired yettt"

You roll eyes and oblige him, how could you not with those puppy eyes.

You shift closer to him and he puts his arm around you, looking down with a cheeky smile,

"Geto and Shoko were right! Mannnnn we really should just go out already!"

"WHAT?"

Your "friend" never fails to surprise you.

Hehehhe gojo is love gojo is life🙇‍♀️



[fishermanshook]

ASK: Hi! I'm relatively new on here and wanted to ask for a gn reader x Naib and Ganji (separately) comforting the reader after seeing them with eye bags from excessive crying and absolutely dead inside look. My apologies if it's too much, saw that the requests are open and decided to shoot my shot🙏🏻 Thank you very much either way!

WIPE YOUR TEARS, DOLL.

( mercenary & batter ) + gn!reader

˚୨🌌୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ reader has a “dead” look + feels undeserving of love , implied that reader may be a bit depressed , l/n = last name , probably a tad bit ooc , grammar and spelling warning

INTRO

You can’t remember the last time you’ve cried so much that it could fill this entire manor and there still wouldn’t be enough room.

You’d blame it on the recent… position you’ve found yourself in, but can’t recall if it’s because of where you’re stuck or if you’ve just been like this ever since.

꒰wc꒱ 1.1k

✦— THE MERCENARY ; NAIB SUBEDAR

Naib is initially suspicious, taking note of the (more or so) deceased-looking appearance you’ve been wearing recently, alongside the ever-growing eye bags that only continue to darken as the nights go on. It’s a strange sight indeed, but one he quickly dismisses as a “lack of sleep” type thing.

↳ it doesn’t help that you fall right into the trope as well. Naib watches as you stumble and trip over your feet during games, zone out during pre-match, and just so happens to find your sleeping form anywhere he looks. He lets out a sigh, (gently) picks up your limp body, and brings you back to his humble abode. The Mercenary is so preoccupied with getting you back to his room that he fails to notice your light sniffling and the dried tears near the corners of your eyes.

Okay, this has been going on for far too long now and isn’t something that he can let slide by anymore. So that’s how it started, hand in hand, cause he knew that something was amidst. Truthfully, maybe being blunt wasn’t the exact way to go, but he needed to coax you out somehow. What he didn’t expect (which you can’t exactly blame him for) was for you to break out into tears the moment you tried to speak about it.

↳ he has to admit, you completely caught him off guard the moment you threw yourself into his arms, tears staining his green jacket. He takes a second to adjust, but the moment he does, he’s raking his fingers through your hair and rocking the two of you back and forth. [just the way his mother used to when he would wake up from nightmares.]

When you eventually calm down, his hands find solace on your shoulders, pleading for you to enlighten him on just how the hell you’ve been feeling lately. He takes a thumb to your face to wipe away the stray tears while you clean the snot from your nose. He won’t tell you, but he’s slightly hurt that you never came to talk to him about this, especially as he sees that it’s affecting you badly.

You cave in his hands as you explain to him that your nights are only filled with staining your pillows with your tears. The little sleep you get comes from your tiredness knocking you out. It’s devastating to hear your pain and suffering, and all Naib can do is listen and hold your hand.

The Mercenary can only sigh before bringing you in for a hug once more, placing soft, gentle kisses on the top of your head. He doesn’t want to cry in front of you, but you feel a few cold droplets of water hit your shoulder. His first words are an incoherent mess before you can finally make out something.

“[name] [l/n], I am your lover. You are my everything. Please, the next time you feel this way know that you are more than capable of coming to me for help.”

↳ He loves you so much that seeing you in this mental state puts him in pain as well. You’re the first to break down his walls in ages, the last one being his friends from the war. The Mercenary can’t risk losing you too.

From that moment forward, you find yourself coming to Naib’s dorm room more often than not, accompanied by your teary eyes and sleep-deprived body. He holds you close as he gently massages the top of your head, making sure you fall asleep first.

Slowly but surely, he watches as your old self emerges all over again. The dark bags under your eyes dissipate while your energy returns to your once-withered body. The Mercenary keeps a close eye on you from there on out, making sure that you never fall down that rabbit hole again. But, if you were to spiral out once more, know that Naib will do everything in his power to break you free.

✦— THE BATTER ; GANJI GUPTA

Ganji holds a slight bit of overprotectiveness towards you, especially when the two of you make it official. That’s why he beats himself over the fact that he didn’t put more thought into just why you might have those dark circles hidden underneath your eyes.

               ↳ Your eyes are constantly watery. Your nose, almost nonstop running. You look as if you're about to sob out a tsunami at this rate. You say it’s just your allergies. The pollen outside plus Victor's dog make for a deadly concoction against your senses. At first, his brain reasons with himself, stating that it's a valid reason. But he’s been with you for so long that his heart argues against itself and before you know it, he catches you red-handed.

Your dorm room door is unlocked, a bad habit of yours that Ganji may or may not have scolded you over before. Something about safety and privacy and blah blah blah. The door will be your downfall, but one that will reveal a much-needed truth.

↳ He finds your face stuffed into your pillow, tear stains decorating your cheeks with a light pink hue. You’ve tired yourself and fell asleep ages ago, sleep you so desperately needed. The Batter decides to make room for himself on the bed as well, resting your head on his lap. That way, the two of you can talk this out when you wake up.

You wake up in his lap, unaware of the truth he’s just uncovered. As the Batter rubs his thumb over your stained cheeks, you instantly realize that, oh, he knows now. You can’t stop the small tears that start to flow once again, but Ganji is quick to help wipe them away, planting a small kiss on your cheek.

“Love, you need to reach out for help when this kind of stuff happens, especially if it only continues. Please, don’t feel as if you’d only be a burden. Anyone who feels or thinks that can go kick it.”

There are nights when the loneliness of your bed becomes too much too bare, and you make the trek to seek out comfort from your already asleep boyfriend. Little do you know, he’s already awake and ready for you with a cup of sleepy tea. [Thank you, Emily.] The two of you fall asleep together, hand in hand.

Your next matches are wins as he watches the spark return to your eyes once more. Still, he keeps a few packets of that tea near his nightstand. That way, if you ever needed to fall back asleep, all it would take is one tea bag.

note: BYE this got rushed a bit in Ganji’s part I’m so sorry, I wanted to do him justice but my ass needed to pass tr out RN…anyways enjoy fishies 🫵😚

© fishermanshook — no stealing , translating , plagiarizing or reposting my work on other any other sites + reblogs adored !!

[sstan-hoe]

𝒊𝒊. 𝑰 𝑴𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝑩𝒆 𝑫𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈

𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 — fem!reader × incubus!andy barber/bucky barnes/steve kemp/steve rogers/nick fowler/ari levinson/ransom drysdale/lloyd hansen

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 — all you wanted was to go on vacation but your car didn't have the same idea. Almost breaking down in the middle of nowhere you luckily made it to a house with lights. A handsome stranger and his friends offer to help you. They're devilishly handsome…or almost demon like? Something about them entrances you.

𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 — there is no violence but reader is scared shitless, trigger warning

𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆 — I hope this is not too fast, the next chapter will be complete filth so he prepared and it might take longer as it will be longer — the following smut chapter will only include the name of the character in the tags!!

𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑫𝑬𝑽𝑰𝑳𝑺 𝑫𝑬𝑵

You found yourself in a neat bedroom, it had an included bathroom, a King-sized bed, a dark wooden desk and one big closet next to a drawer.

The room was simple yet beautiful, the walls painted in a cool white, the furniture was in the same dark wood which paired perfectly with the velvet red bedsheets and pillows of the bed. It gave the room a rich atmosphere.

As your gaze drifted to the closet you remembered your clothes that were still in your car. You weren’t sure if Bucky and Ari could get your car to the mansion or helped you get your clothes.

You walked back down to the kitchen in search for one of the two men, but there was only Lloyd getting a beer from the fridge. He looked intimidating and had to build up all your confidence to speak to him.

Lloyd had notice you standing behind him, how could he not your scent was too strong.

“Uhm, uh Lloyd?” you asked carefully stepping towards him. Said man turned around with a smirk, “what can I do for you, trésor?” he asked putting the beer on the counter next to him.

“I have no clothes, they’re still in my car…,” you tod him fumbling with your fingers. Lloyd gave a sigh and he started to think, he wouldn’t let you go out that was for sure. It was too late and the journey too long for his liking.

“Mhm, I could give you a shirt of mine and some shorts until tomorrow. Then we can get everything,” he proposed, and you nodded along, the idea wasn’t bad, so you accepted.

“Then come on,” he said waving his hand telling you to follow him. Lloyd left the beer in the kitchen and led you through the foyer to the steps. “Tomorrow Bucky can give you a complete tour of all the rooms, all the bedrooms are on the second floor which means we will be just a few feet away,” Lloyd reassured you.

It did make you feel better as you didn’t have to worry about finding no one in the big house at night – or any daytime for that matter.

After you had climbed the stairs, Lloyd walked in into the direction of your room but two door prior he opened mahogany door. He stepped to the side letting you enter his quarters, your mouth dropping as you took in the breath-taking room.

The bedroom was spacious, there was a little hallway before you were able to see the whole room. Right next to it was a nightstand and a king-sized bed with black sheets, red pillows, and a red duvet. The headboard had a rounded triangle top and pillars on each side. Opposite from the bed where tall windows which overlooked the forest and a few mountains.

Lloyd turned on the light causing your eyes to snap up to the chandelier, it was made out of the same mahogany wood as the rest of the room.

He took your hand guided you to sit on his bed, “relax trésor,” he said before walking to his closet that was on the left of the windows. Opening the immense doors he revealed a row of black suits, dress shirts, polo shirts and expensive looking jackets.

“What does that mean?” you couldn’t help but ask as he again used the nickname for you. Lloyd turned around, “it means ‘treasure’ in French,” he smirked a little. Your cheeks heat up at the reveal of the meaning.

The man pulled out a white dress shirt, then he opened a drawer from beneath and took out a short sweatpants.

You watched him closely as he walked around the room, you still couldn’t believe how you ended up in a house with eight gorgeous man.

The moon was shining through the tanned windows, the light glazing onto Lloyd’s skin. At second glance his skin looked dark red, but that was probably just because his room was coloured in the dark red.

“Here you go,” he snapped you out as he laid the clothes on your lap. The light of the moon was now on his back, you couldn’t see that it turned his skin red once again, that it looked like his upper body was completely bare.

Your fingers touched the soft fabric, gently stroking it, “thank you Lloyd,” you mumbled absently as your mind was focused on the smooth fabric.

The bed dipped next to you, “everything okay?” Lloyd pulled you from your thoughts again. You turned your head towards him, and a frightened scream left your lips. His face was now fully exposed to the moonlight, his skin dark red, eyes pitch black, on his head allusions to two horns and behind him unfolded dragon like wings that were only a few shades darker than his skin.

Scrambling off the bed you took a run towards the door, Lloyd looked confused but as his eyes glazed over his hand, he realized what had happened, “shit, fucking shit,” he cursed.

As you opened the door you ran right into Bucky, he caught you in his arms, “hey, hey, hey what’s wrong?” he asked while his eyes scanned over your features. You looked up at him just as the moonlight was lightening his face, Bucky looked just like Lloyd.

Instead of screaming you wriggled yourself out of his arms and ran down the hallway to the stairs, fear written all over your face.

You knew this was a bad idea to even step into this house, you should have realized it when you noticed that all of them were hot as fuck - hot as hell more like.

Back in Lloyd’s room Bucky finally noticed why you ran, his eyes scanned his friend's features before he looked at his own hands. “Why didn’t you close the curtains?!” the brunette scolded Lloyd who glared at him, “because I wanted her to leave. Obviously, I wasn’t aware that today was a fucking full moon!”

“Oh, now stop acting like you’re a werewolf, we can decide when we change appearance,” Bucky turned around walking out of Lloyd’s room with him following close behind. “Yeah, but when the full moon shines on our skin you fucking see it,” he kept arguing with Bucky.

“Stop trying to find excuses, she’s gone now and we gotta find her,” Bucky got louder as walked along the hallway.

The others came from their rooms as they heard the loud noises, Steve Rogers was the first to speak up, “Buck what’s going on?”

Bucky huffed an annoyed laugh, “Hansen over here couldn’t hide his true form in front of our little guest who now has run off,” he explained, receiving rows of groans. “Hey! None of you were against the idea of telling her anyway,” Lloyd began defending himself.

“Let’s just find her and you stay away from her until she decides it’s okay,” Ari ordered, pointing his finger at Lloyd at the end of the sentence.

The men parted ways in search of you.

You run, your brain tells you to run faster and faster. Tree after tree passed your sight until you couldn’t run anymore, you were out of breath. You didn’t want to stop, but your waist hurt, and your feet screamed at you to stop.

Looking around you saw a few trees further away from the road, a good hiding spot. You let yourself fall against the tree slowly drifting down with heavy breaths. This wasn’t real, this isn’t real, you’re dreaming. You told yourself over and over again, demons were not real.

Suddenly all air was knocked from your lungs as you heard Ari call your name, was he like them? Of course, he was! Why else would he live with them?

“Please, we won’t hurt you! Can we at least talk? Just listen to us and then when you don’t want to stay Rogers, Bucky and I will fix your car instantly, please,” his tone sounded sad and you could almost think he was begging, almost. You didn’t believe him one bit, you tried slowing down your breathing in hopes he wouldn’t hear you.

Ari’s enhanced hearing picked up on your breathing and carefully walked into the direction of the trees. He had no intentions of hurting you - neither did one of the men. All of them were aware that they had to tell you in some way and as soon as possible, but this was certainly not how they wanted you to find out.

You heard leaves rustle around you and closed your eyes in fear. A quiet whimper left your lips, never in your life before had you been so scared.

“Please, I promise you that we will not hurt you and for what it’s worth I’m not allowed to break promises,” Ari continued talking, his voice coming closer and closer to you. There was not a bone in your body that believed him.

Ari carefully rounded the trees and came face to face with you, his sudden appearance caused you to scream loudly and hit the back of your head against the tree. The piercing pain made a few tears roll down your cheeks.

“No, oh, cherry I didn’t mean to scare you,” he instantly started talking. You realized that all of the different nicknames annoyed you, couldn’t they settle for one?

“Go away, please I don’t want to die,” you cried, choking on your own saliva. Ari looked horrified, he didn’t want you to think they were going to kill you.

He slowly walked towards you while you tried to squeeze yourself inside the tree which did not work.

“I promise you, we will not hurt you. We just want to be friends, get to know you, help you. Let me look at your head or better Brandon, he’s a doctor,” the demon tried again. Your eyes hardened, why wouldn’t he just go away? You realized that he wouldn’t leave you alone so it was either sit here and he might force you or act confident, threaten him and then run as soon as you can.

“Fine, but if you dare to do anything but the promise you made, then I will cut off your dick,” you threatened him and pushed yourself up with the help of the tree. A piercing pain runs through your body making you whimper.

“Cher-,” “Don’t touch me. Stop with the nickname.”

You walked by him and into the direction of the house with him trailing behind you. Ari had called the others to tell them he found you and you were on the way.

Back at the house Ari told you to go into the living room where the other men - demons already sat. All of them looked like kicked puppies. You sat down in an armchair opposite from the demons.

“Why are you all so silent? You want to explain? Then explain,” you didn’t know where the boots of confidence were coming from, but you loved it. “Could Steve look at your head while we explain?” Ari asked and you rolled your eyes, “if he must.”

Lloyd and Nick had a shit eating grin on their faces. It was clearly visible how much they enjoyed your mannerism at the moment. Steve Kemp got up to get the first aid kit, Rogers and Ransom sat there not knowing what to do and Bucky desperately wanted to apologize.

“We’re sorry, we wanted to tell you! But not just yet because we were scared how you would react, we don’t want to hurt you. Actually, we really want to spend time with you, doll,” Bucky immediately began and the nickname was making your blood boil again.

“Okay let’s pause for a second, either find one nickname or none,” you interrupted him. The men looked at each other, all of them thinking they understood each other.

“Trésor,” “cherry,” “darling,” “bunny,” “kitten,” “doll,” “sweetheart,” “princess,” they said unison, and quickly realized their mistake. You groaned and clutched your hand against your head, if you were really going to stay you would make them have a therapy session together once a day.

“We will come back to that later, what are you?” you changed the subject back right as Steve moved your head to inspect it for any major injuries. “You seem good, but if you decide to stay here the night, we gotta keep an eye on you to make sure you don’t have a concussion,” the brunette explained, you nodded in response - you wondered if Steve was even a real doctor.

“Well, uh, we’re incubus…,” your eyes instantly widened in shock at Ransom's words. You weren’t all in the topic about incubus and succubus, but you knew they were sex demons.

“You, all of you are sex demons?” you asked slowly, still not believing what was happening, “I’m dreaming, I must be dreaming….”

“No, you’re not, please believe us. We would never harm you and-,” “even if we were to harm you, first we would fuck you,” all eyes went from Andy to Ransom.

Your jaw dropped at his words, your thoughts were all over the place, your head hurt and all you wanted to do was sleep. A part of you wanted to give and just be with them, their aura was alluring, it might have been the reason why you wanted to stay with them.

However, you also asked yourself if their explanation was of any use on how your judgment about them would change.

“Ignore Ransom. We will answer all of your questions,” Bucky continued and stood up from his seat to walk over to you. He got on one knee in front of you, “can you forgive us? I will do everything you want,” he looked at you with big puppy eyes and you wanted to slap yourself for thinking how cute he looked.

You also wanted to slap yourself for what you were about to say, “I will forgive you…not now, but at one point,” if all of them were going to be like Bucky and had the need to worship the ground to walked on then you could get used to this.

“Thank you, thank you doll-,” Buck closed his hand around yours kissing the back of your hand. “Nickname…,” you reminded him gently which caused his face to fall.

“Then give us one, tell us what you want us to call you,” Nick interjected and it got you thinking.

What would be a fitting nickname for you? It needed to be something cute for sure and it should be fit for you. You mentally went through every nickname you could think of, but nothing seemed to fit.

The room was silent for five until the moonlight shined though the curtains again to reveal Andy’s dark red skin. When he noticed he instantly moved to the side, it was then you realised you were the complete opposite of them.

“Angel, call me angel,” you announced to them.

You could see that the incubus likes the name, the demons and their little angel. It was really fitting.

"Now I really need a shower," you stated as you stood up. Your legs were still a little wobbly which caused you to almost fall if Bucky hadn't catched you, "careful angel," he whispered, making goosebumps dance on your skin.

"I can do the rest alone thank you," you waved him off. It wasn't like you didn't enjoy it, but you were tired and wanted to snuggle up in a big pile of blankets after taking a gracious shower and sitting in front of the blow dryer for at least thirty minutes.

"Do you remember where the bathroom is?" he asked with a cocked eye brow and you nodded your head. You bid everyone good night, hoping for this day to come to an end.

As you reached the top of the stairs, a big question mark formed above your head…where was the bathroom again. You could swear only seconds ago you knew. First however you went to your room to get the needed supplies.

With a toothbrush, towel, razor, Lloyd’s clothes and shampoo in hand you went on the search for the bathroom. To your surprise you quickly found one.

It was a big bathroom with a toilet, shower, mirror with sink and a few cabinets. The bathroom looked expensive and high quality – which it probably was – thanks to the black tiles against the wall and on the floor.

From above white light shined on you which came from a niche between the ceiling and the tiles. The shower however had no glass which confused you. Shrugging it off you placed your toothbrush, towel, razor and shampoo along with Lloyd's clothes on the sink.

You then turned on the blow dryer before doing the same with the water, luckily for you the blow dryer was far away enough to stay dry. The water came like rain falling from the sky from the shower head or more like a rectangle. Removing your clothes you folded them to put them next to the other stuff.

As you stepped into the shower a relief washed over you, all the bad thoughts, the fear, everything washed off.

At the loud noise from the blow dryer, the sound of the water running and you soft humming as you shampooed your hair you did not hear anyone enter.

Bucky got curious as he heard the water running from his bathroom. It was the only bathroom – besides the guest bathroom – accessible from the outside. As he stepped inside he could already smell your faint arousal and your sweet perfume.

Suddenly as he saw you it hit him, he was standing there with a naked upper body and you were completely naked in his shower.

"Angel?" He asked slowly, Bucky didn't want to frighten you. You opened your eyes and saw him, the demon with a naked chest that was sculptured like a good.

𝑫𝑬𝑽𝑰𝑳𝑺 𝑫𝑬𝑵 — @smile1318 @georgiapeach30513 @alina02 @rogersbarber @antisocialwritingx @broadwaybabe18

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 | @sstanhoe-updates blog where new fics will always be reblogged in case you're not interested in the taglist as it has conditions

[iamknicole]

4Ever

SVU Fic

Diedra and Serafina walked Sunny into the room with the bridal party, each holding one of her hands. They had taken her for a walk around the venue after they dressed her to keep her from boredom. Sunny had surprised both of her parents by taking her first steps the week prior so instead of riding in a wagon she would be walking down the aisle alongside Sasha as a flower girl. Monica was finishing Peach's hair while Kat and Bella helped Mia and Kaci with their dresses.

"Mama!" Sunny yelled going over to her. "Up!"

Peach laughed, carefully picking her daughter up. She kissed her face. "Look at my Sunshine. You look so pretty."

Sunny smiled wide showing off her new teeth and touched her hair.

"Yeah, Auntie Monica did your hair? It's pretty too." Peach glanced over at her mother and mother in law. "I know you two are not crying already."

Diedra waved her off. "Our babies are getting married, we earned the right to cry. I just can't believe this day has finally come."

"And such a beautiful bride she is," Serafina gushed wiping her eyes, "All of you ladies look beautiful. My son is so lucky to have you, Peach."

Peach smiled looking down at her daughter. "Your grandma and Nana are tryna make me cry. Tell them no no."

Sunny giggled looking to the older women. "No no no!"

On the other side of the venue, the men were in their own room getting ready for the wedding. Carisi sat off to the side his shirt unbuttoned at the top and tie hanging around his neck watching the men interact and get ready. Quincy and Nick noticed, going to sit with him.

"Big day is finally here. You get to marry my poison in the ass," Quincy joked making him chuckle. "So now she's your pain in the ass. Forever. No refund."

"I don't think she'd let me return her anyway." Carisi laughed.

"You're right to think that," Nick added. "You look like you're thinking hard. You okay?"

"Yeah yeah," he said quickly, rubbing a hand over his hair, "Just thinking about how far we've come. Feels like a dream."

"I can assure you it's not a dream. You and Peach are getting married in," Nick paused to look at his watch, "30 minutes. Get that tie tied and your vest and jacket on."

Nick and Quincy left him to finish getting ready. As he was buttoning his cuffs, he realized he didn't have his cuff links. He dug into his pockets to find nothing, checked his suit jacket to find nothing as well then went to his bag starting to worry. While he didn't need cuff links, he wanted to wear them. They were the ones Peach had gotten him the first birthday they spent together and he always wore them for special occasions. He hoped he just left them at home and hasn't lost them.

"Looking for something, son?" Carisi Sr. asked with an amused smile.

Carisi glanced at his father and father in law momentarily then went back to looking in his bag.

"Yeah, my cuff links. Could've sworn I packed them last night."

Nate chuckled. "They're not in there. Don't bother looking."

"They've gotta be, I know I packed them." He assured them softly still looking.

Nate tapped his shoulder then spun him around. He held out a velour box to Carisi, urging him to take it which he did slowly.

"What's this?" Carisi asked starting at the box

Carisi Sr. Laughed. "Just open it. You act like something is gonna jump out and kill you."

Laughing to himself, Carisi opened the small box sic smiled seeing cuff links. One side had their initials and the other their wedding date engraved.

"Wow. Thank you guys. I still need to find the others but I love these."

Again the men laughed.

"Those are not from us," Nate said. "Babygirl took those other ones out of your bag last night and gave me those to give to you. Stop worrying."

Carisi smiled wide, looking back down at the cuff links. "Oh thank God. Thought I lost them."

The groomsmen and bridesmaids had all joined Carisi and the priest at the altar while their guests looked on. Noah came down the aisle carrying a black velvet pillow with their rings snuggly nestled on it. Olivia and Elliot smiled widely at him. Eli gave a thumbs up to him and Carisi high fived him as he made it to the altar. Sasha and Sunshine came next, Sasha would give the toddler flowers to throw them throw her own doing this all the way down the aisle. When they got near the altar Sunshine finally noticed Carisi, she squealed and ran to him making everyone laugh.

"Dada!" She giggled.

He kissed her cheek and gave her fruit snacks from his pocket. "Good job, Sunny. Good job."

Carisi gave his babygirl to his mother then went back to his spot, making silly faces at her. Once everyone was calm again, Zara came running out.

"Everybody get up!" She yelled standing at the end of the aisle. "The bride is coming! The bride is coming!"

She continued to yell it out as she skipped down the isle. Nick winked at her from his spot with the groomsmen. The large double doors opened revealing Peach and Nate just as music started to play.

Behind her veil tears slowly roll down her face as she walks arm and arm with Nate. Her eyes remain in Carisi, his on her. He mouths that he loves her wiping his own fallen tears. Getting to the altar, Nate relinquished her to Carisi when asked who gives this woman to this man. Carisi waited until she was standing across from him to lift her veil, he took in a big breath coming face to face with the love of his life as did she.

"Mama!"

Sunshine's squealed broke the couples stare and made them laugh. Peach turned to quickly blow a kiss at her daughter then gave her bouquet to Monica.

The ceremony had been a blur for the couple as they were lost in each other's eyes until it was time for their own vows. They both agreed to keep them short for the sake of their daughter having to sit too long. The two of them held hands.

"When I walked into the precinct that night, I had no idea that the new detective I met would be my wife and the mother of my child one day. You brought everything I needed and everything I thought I would never have into my life." Carisi spoke, staring into her eyes letting his tears fall. "BiBi, you mean the everything to me and I plan on spending our life giving you the world. I love you."

"You are my other half that I had been missing my whole life. My better half, really. You never let me win an argument," she paused to chuckle, "But I would rather lose arguments to you than not have you at all. Sonny, you are my dream come true. I could get forever with you and it still would not be enough. I love you more."

The couple went through the traditional vows as well and exchanged rings.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I now present to you Mr. and Mrs. Dominick Carisi Jr." The priest announced as the couple kissed.

Kat and Nick placed the broom in front of them. Carisi linked arms with Peach's and she used her free hand to gather her dress. They counted to three and jumped over the broom together. Their family and guests cheering in response as they walked down the aisle.

[minecraftbookshelf]

Two of ???

On AO3

I haven't watched any of the session 3 videos so now that I have this fic done I'm going to go do that.

-

The Clockers

Bdubs can still feel the ache in his gut where Skizz's axe had struck home.

If he looked, he knows there would still be a scar, red and angry and fresh. Much like the burn marks litering Scar and Cleo's bodies.

They have more lives this Game, but every death still leaves its evidence on their skin. That'll be interesting by the time all is said and done.

Scar is whispering (loudly) to his dogs a few feet away and Cleo sleeps the sound sleep of the satisfied arsonist. 

Only one yellow so far. When they wake up in the morning and the clocks restart it won't be long before there are more. Scar one of, if not the first.

It'll be fine.

It'll be fine.

~

T.I.E.S.

Etho is still giddy with the relief of an inventory well stocked with TNT and the guarantee of more on the way. He does a lap of the base perimiter to calm his nerves so he can sleep. Rest is vital to survival in these Games and they are afforded so little of it. 

The cows from Cleo and her team are safe in the base, Skizz and Impulse and Tango are sprawled out on their beds, sound asleep. 

He closes the door softly to not wake them.

The ocean, small as it is within the world border, is loud against the beach, the tide low right now. The lights from Scott and Martyn's island glimmering reflections on the water. He needs to figure out how Joel and Grian got through the border. That will be useful later.

The paused clock on the back of his hand taunts him, even through his gloves. He doesn't need to see it to know how much time he has left. He's kept a careful count the whole time. 

He'll need to make a stash in the morning, food, supplies, TNT. A safely hidden chest for when everything begins to fall apart and its time to leave. 

He'll need more sand for TNT. Some more redstone. Diamonds. Iron. 

But that is for tomorrow.

He sleeps.

~

The Bread Bad Boys

Joel had crashed almost before the timers stopped, the adrenaline of a successful boogey kill laying him out flat. Grian had followed not long after, looking both Incredibly Done with everything and also very pleased. He'd shucked his leather jacket and sunglasses and crawled into the nest and been asleep instantly.

And Jimmy can't sleep. 

He's not tossing and turning exactly, because it turns out that for all his grumbling Joel is a cuddler once he's asleep and he has Jimmy's arm hostage. But he's staring up at the night sky and all he can do is think about the session.

The trap had worked. 

Jimmy had half expected Joel to just turn around and kill him, to be honest. Despite the jokes about targeting Grian. He's aware he's a fairly easy target. Even after they'd come up with the plan for the Bread Bridge railcart he'd expected it to fail. Traps (and Joel's TNT traps in particular) don't have a very good success rate in the Games. 

The desert blowing up, sand in the air, smoke on the wind. The only name in the chat Smajor1995, felled by an arrow before the trap ever went off.

He wonders if Grian can feel his wings. Even though they supposedly aren't there in the Games, even if he can't see them, he can still feel them. A dead weight on his back. 

He wonders if Pearl can feel hers.

If Scott and Scar can feel theirs, unmanifested. 

A loose green feather from Grian's hairline is caught in the pillows. Jimmy stares at it until he falls asleep.

~

 The Coral Kids H2Bros LGBSea Santa's Little Kelpers Mean Gills

The whispers are loud this Game, Martyn has noticed.

I need a full hour session of Martyn suggesting team names.

Martyn trying to kill Timmy via laughter at 15:05 is probably the most interesting tactic I've seen so far.

living on top of a small warm ocean and needing green dye is actually slightly convenient, as sea pickles when smelted become lime gree-

He tries to focus on the flickering lantern light to block them out. Scott is still wandering around the beach house he built, adjusting a table there, fluffing a pillow there. It's weirdly domestic, despite the situation. 

Martyn doesn't usually build a home. The heart for Cleo hardly counted, and Dogwarts was for Ren. He just doesn't see the point.

"The point in what?"

Ah. He hadn't meant to say that aloud. 

"This," He waves his hand over his head to indicate everything on the little island. "It's all very aesthetic but it's hardly defensible. And even if it was it'll be gone anyway. Nothing lasts."

Scott throws himself onto his own bed, a block to the side and peers back at Martyn, his eyes glowing green in the dim light. "We're going to die anyway," he counters. "It might as well be somewhere pretty."

"Fair enough."

Against his will, the image of a small, flower covered valley appears in his minds eye, and he grimaces just a little. He does feel a bit bad about that sometimes. Mostly for Timmy's sake more than Scott's. 

Speaking of, now that he isn't the only one who remembers things he can ask-

"You never repeat teammates."

It's less a question than a statement but it's implied. 

Scott is silent for a moment. 

"I don't like seeing them die again."

He'd outlived all of them, hadn't he. Timmy, Pearl, and Cleo. 

"And you always go back to Ren."

"Well, Ren's not here." And Martyn meant for that to sound more agressive but mostly it just sounds tired.

Ren isn't here but they are and round and round they go. Again and Again and Again.

~

The Nosy Neighbors

Pearl drifted off to sleep while they had been discussing the Bread Bridge and if they wanted to leave it or try and do something about it in the morning. Froggy had flopped over on top of her immediately and BigB can hear her purring all the way over in his own bed. 

At least they are inside tonight, the cobblestone walls of the tower Pearl had built with him blocking out the world outside, closing them into a safe little bubble.

And for now, they aren't being watched. 

Breathe in, one two three four. Out, one two three four five six seven.

He can feel the tension evaporating from his shoulders, his back. The creeping sensation of eyes fading away as even They turn away for a time. 

It is Rest Night. Nothing Interesting happens during Rest Night. It isn't allowed.

And so They look away.

Maybe tomorrow he'll try and bring some of the frogs from frog mountain over to the tower, he thinks, as he drifts off to sleep. That should be entertaining enough to buy some time. Before it isn't enough for Them anymore.

[waltwhitmansbeard]

Kindly requesting for the sharing a bed prompts: cuddling while sleeping and/or waking up in the other’s arms. Vaxleth. Same 'verse sometime after the sharing a pillow ficlet you did.

cuddling in their sleep & waking up in the other’s arms that's the grow with the flow au!

The first time Vax sleeps over, Keyleth doesn't know what to do with her hands. Even though they'd spent most of the evening on the bed, legs slotted together and his arm around her shoulders as they watched a movie on her laptop, as soon as she flicks off the lights, she suddenly becomes very, very aware of her body. She slides down onto her back, awkward and stiff and not at all relaxed enough to go to sleep.

Vax, for his part, does not seem to share her concerns. He flops down onto his side, all loose limbs and sleepy smile, and presses himself close to her side. He throws an arm over her torso to pull her in, and that must be when he notices her discomfort. "Are you..." His voice is a ghost in the dark. "Is this okay?"

And it is, because she invited him to stay over and she wants him here, wants the smell of his shampoo and his jacket slung over the couch. But she has only ever lived alone or with her father, and she doesn't know how to be with another person.

"It's fine," she whispers, pressing the heel of her palm into her eye. "I'm just...being weird."

He laughs. "It's okay that this is weird. It's weird for me, too."

She rolls her head to look at him, the hazy outline of his features in the filtered streetlight from outside. "This is weird for you?"

"Well, yeah." He shrugs. "Normally I don't care this much. Normally I don't stay."

Oh. Well. There's a lump in Keyleth's throat now, and she swallows it down. "Yeah?"

"Yeah." He tucks his face on top of her shoulder. "If the cuddling's too much, I understand. This is your space, and I don't wanna take up what I'm not given."

"I just..." She laughs in spite of herself. "I think I don't now what to do with my limbs."

"Well, let me help with that." He hooks one leg over hers to splay over her like a starfish, and her heart flutters; well, this is nice. Then he tugs her closer arm over his shoulder, and she bring her other hand up to trace up and down the arm across her torso. "There. Cuddling."

"Not quite the rocket science I'd made it out to be, huh?"

He presses a kiss to her shoulder. "Don't worry about it. I like how you think too much. Makes up for how I don't think nearly enough." Then he sighs, resting his head down more on her pillow than his. "G'night, Kiki."

And despite the skipping heart in her chest and the curl of her toes, she finds sleep comes much more easily than she would have imagined. "Night, Vax." And she closes her eyes and drifts off.

.

When Keyleth stirs in the morning, it takes her a minutes to evaluate her situation. It is definitely morning, judging by the creeping slivers of pale light beneath the blinds, and that is how she comes to understand that for the first time in a while, she has slept completely through the night.

She also comes to understand that she is holding something. Or rather, her arms are wrapped around a pair of shoulders that are slowly rising and falling. There are arms around her, too, arms that pull her into a chest, and oh, this is Vax.

He's still asleep, curled into her and breathing softly, his long hair half-obscuring his face. He's always beautiful, but he looks especially lovely right now, and Keyleth just watches him sleep, awed that he is here and this is her life.

Maybe she watches too hard, because after just a minute or two, his eyes creak open, and he wrinkles his nose. "You're being creepy."

"You're here."

He laughs at that, and oh, his voice is low and graveled and very, very sexy. "I am. Thanks for letting me stay."

And she kisses him, slow and lazy, because he's here and she can and she wants to, and when he smiles against her lips, a coarse hum low in his throat, she thinks that oh yes, she could very much get used to this.

[lavenderclearwater]

Baby, It's Cold Outside

Gotham is snowed in tonight. Unlike the other times, it is because of weather and not a mentally ill popsicle with a LED cold gun. All of the Bat family ended up going to Wayne Manor to wait it out and enjoy their little break from being vigilantes. When the power went out, most of them ran off to the small movie theater in the house, taking every blanket and pillow with them to escape the cold and keep themselves entertained. Bruce is sitting in front of the fire and drinking some tea Alfred made before joining the others.

It had been a while since he had this much free time, and he would spend it reading quietly in his living room. Everything was going fine until he heard the sound of someone coming in from the window. Only one person had any reason to be here that could also fly.

"Superman."

"Hi, Bruce," Clark waved and stood next to the chair he was sitting on.

"What do you need?" he asked, immediately assuming this had to do with his alternate identity.

"I didn't come here because I need something."

"Then why did you come here?"

"I just heard that all the power is out in Gotham, so I thought I would check in with you to see how you're doing," he said with his usual wholesome smile on his face.

"You could have achieved that with a phone call," he told him, not believing for a second that was all he came for.

"I was bored and figured that you were too since you're stuck inside like everyone else."

Before Bruce could come up with a response, he sneezed. Damn the cold.

"Are you sick?"

"It's just one sneeze, Clark. I'm fine."

"You should really bundle up. The snow not letting up, and the power won't be coming back on for a while."

"I've dealt with worse before."

He couldn't argue with that. They've both been through worse together.

"Still, it wouldn't be good if the Batman came down with a cold." He innocently placed his hand on Bruce's shoulder; he was always a touchy guy, not expecting to find out that he was as cold as ice. "You're freezing!"

"I am not," he huffed, lying but unwilling to admit that he was cold.

"Bruce, you're nearly hypothermic at this point. Why didn't you grab a blanket or a jacket or something?"

"I didn't feel like it."

Clark rolled his eyes and reached behind to take his cape off, "Here. use this."

"Clar-" he was cut off when the hero, not one to take no for an answer, threw his cape on top of him.

It was surprisingly soft and warm, briefly making him wonder how warm its owner's body was to make it that way.

"Thank you."

"No problem. Besides, I would have no one else to talk to if you froze to death.

He laughed, a little shocked from his little slip from his usual boy scout persona.

They talked a bit, nothing of importance. Stuff like recent events and what snacks they need to restock at the Watchtower. Bruce noticed him shiver a couple of times, though he was clearly trying to hide it, before deciding to do something about it.

"Get over here."

"What?"

"Obviously, you're cold too, so we might as well combine our body heat to keep ourselves warm."

Thankfully, he didn't require any more explanation and listened to him. He sat right next to him; the chair was big enough to hold them both but still small enough where they were pressed up against each other. Just like his cape, he was warm. The man was practically a living heater. It is a mystery how he got cold in the first place. Clark's face flushed when he noticed him staring and avoided eye contact with him. Bruce didn't really care for his farm boy's prudishness and went back to reading his book from earlier.

This was fine, sure, they had never been this close for this long, but there was no need to make this out to be more than what it was. They were cold and using one another to warm up (not like that). He avoided any similar thoughts on the matter and focused on his book, hoping that the power would come on soon and that the hot body next to him would not distract him any further.

Alfred found them on the chair several hours later, fast asleep. He chose not to disturb them and tended to the fire before them. When they eventually did wake up, both made a silent agreement to never talk about it. That was until about a week later when Bruce discovered that it was impossible for Clark to feel cold due to his Kryptonian biology and asked him out during his next social call.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/36889189

[littlecloudprince]

An All-Out Binky War

Summary: Patton loves his binky! It's his absolute favourite thing, and he never, ever wants to get rid of it! But what if he's too old for it? Can you be too old for a comfort item? Someone certainly thinks so. And now there's an all-out binky war! Oh no...

Warnings: Arguing, taking away a comfort object, some like... PG-13 "swearing"

A/N: Hey! Hi! Hello! I'm alive! I know I haven't updated in a loooooong time, I'm really sorry! School kicked my butt a lot, and that led to writer's block. But I'm back now! And I'm happy to inform that I graduated right before Christmas, and this means that I have more time and less stress! And that means I can write! Hopefully!

So anyway, I've decided to treat you munchkins to not one, not two, but THREE oneshots tonight! Because I kind of just disappeared like that, so I feel like y'all deserve a lil extra 💅✨

Hope you enjoy!

- Princey L

Patton had a favourite pacifier. It had a cyan shield, orange handle, white middle part and a latex teat. It was Patton's favourite thing in the world, and the little boy loved it very dearly. Whenever he regressed, he absolutely had to have it, and would cry if he couldn't find it.

"Where is it? Where is it, where is it, where is it?" Patton kept repeating to himself and his frog plushie, Mr. Froggers, growing more and more panicked by the minute. He tossed around pillows, looked under tables and even went through the pockets of every jacket on the coat rack in an attempt to find his precious binky. He looked everywhere, high and low, but it was like his comfort object had disappeared into thin air. Virgil walked into what looked like the aftermath of a hurricane in the living room.

"What's going on kiddo?" he asked the frantic boy.

"Binky! I can't find my binky!" Patton exclaimed, his voice breaking as tears began pooling in his eyes.

"Aw, c'mere, bub," Virgil cooed sympathetically, opening his arms for a hug as Patton broke down in sobs. The little boy all but ran into Virgil's arms, needing the comfort. Virgil lifted the sad boy up on his hip, and gently rocked him for a moment.

"Let's go get you a cup of water, hm? We wouldn't want you to run out of tears, now would we? And then we'll look for your binky together," Virgil promised. Patton nodded, having calmed down from sobs to hiccups.

In the kitchen, as Virgil reached for one of Patton's cups from the cupboard, he saw a rather familiar cyan and orange object on top of the fridge.

"What's this doing here?" he mused to himself. He opted for a puppy themed cup and filled it with water before handing it to Patton, who was sitting on the counter. Virgil then turned back to the fridge, and took down Patton's binky.

"Good news pal, I found your binky! It's a little dusty, so I'll rinse it off before you can have it, okay?" the emo said, taking the pacifier to the sink.

"My binky!" Patton lit up. "Why was it on top of the fridge?"

"I don't know bud," Virgil answered honestly, drying off the comfort object before offering it to it's rightful owner. Patton opened his mouth, letting the caregiver put the binky in place.

"Thank you!" the little boy mumbled behind the teat, reaching his arms out for Virgil. He took the cue and set Patton's now empty cup aside before picking him back up.

"How's about you settle down with some Steven Universe while I make us all lunch?" Virgil suggested. Patton nodded, rubbing the leftover tear residue from his eyes underneath his round glasses. He was a little worn out from crying, and cuddling up with Mr. Froggers and his binky felt like a good idea. So, Virgil carried the little boy back in the living room, and gently sat him down on the couch. The caregiver turned the tv on to the boy's comfort cartoon, tidied up a bit and gave Patton a kiss on the head before heading back in the kitchen.

After a few episodes, Roman emerged from his room. As he passed by Patton to go to the kitchen, he noticed the pacifier in the curly haired boy's mouth, and furrowed his brow in confusion.

"Oh, you still have your binky?" he asked. Patton just nodded, not knowing why the prince would assume otherwise. Roman didn't say anything else, but did give Patton a quizzical glance before making his way to the kitchen.

"I thought Logan said not to give Patton his binky anymore?"

"What?" Virgil turned his attention from the sandwiches he was making to Roman.

"Didn't he?"

"Why would he say that?"

"I don't know, I just... thought he did," Roman said, feeling uncertain.

"Well, whatever, Patton is always allowed to have it. Capiche?"

"Capiche," Roman sat down at the table. The two continued chit-chatting, Virgil continuing to make lunch, until a panicked noise came from the living room. Before either had time to react, Logan walked in.

"Who gave Patton this?" he asked, dangling the blue and orange object between his thumb and index finger.

"Did you seriously just take that from him?" Virgil asked snarkily.

"He doesn't need it."

"Yes he does. He's regressed."

"No, he doesn't. He's far too old for it."

"Did you miss the part where he's regressed?" Virgil asked sarcastically. Logan sighed.

"What I'm saying is that a six-year-old shouldn't be using a pacifier. It'll harm the development of his teeth. He needs to be weaned off."

"Wait. You put Patton's binky on the fridge? Are you kidding me, Logan? What the hell is wrong with you?" Virgil threw his hands in the air.

"I'm doing him a favor," Logan stated, starting to put Patton's beloved comfort object on top of the fridge again.

"Give me that!" Virgil snapped, snatching the pacifier from Logan's hand.

"Roman, you agree with me, right?" Logan turned to the prince who had been watching the scene unfold.

"Uh, well, I..."

"Oh come on, you can't take advantage of Roman agreeing with you just because he can't stand up for himself!" Virgil fired.

"Hey! I totally can stand up for myself! How rude!" Roman stood up, offended.

"Whatever! I'm taking this back to Patton now," the hoodie-clad Side rolled his eyes, completely done with the other two. He left the kitchen, only to be met with an empty couch.

In the meanwhile, Janus was getting some chores done while Remus was taking a nap in their side of the Mind Palace. It was one of Remus' really small days, so he was remarkably calmer and quieter than usual, allowing Janus to have a calmer day as well. The scaley Side was folding some clothes, spotting one of Roman's hoodies along his and Remus' laundry. It wasn't an unusual find, seeing as Remus tended to grab whatever hoodie or sweater he first saw when he got cold, paying no mind to whose it was. Janus would then wash and dry it before returning it to it's rightful owner.

The snake decided it was time to strech his legs anyway, so he might as well go return the hoodie now. He got up and stretched, a silent groan escaping his mouth. Perhaps sitting on the floor, hunched over his laundry, wasn't the best position to be in. Regardless, Janus took the hoodie and checked on the peacefully sleeping Remus before attaching the baby monitor on his belt and making his way to the core side of the Mind Palace. He passed through the living room, where Virgil, Logan and Roman were arguing about something or other. He didn't feel like getting involved, so he kept going, deciding to drop Roman's hoodie off in his room before heading right back to his baby. He froze, however, when he was passing Patton's room and heard muffled sounds from inside. The sounds were so faint they were barely there, but Janus could sense something was wrong. He went to drop Roman's hoodie off on his bed before heading back to Patton's room. He took a breath, and gently knocked on the door.

"Patton, darling, may I come in? It's JanJan," he said. He got a faint 'yes' as a response, and with that he opened the door and entered the room. Patton was sat on the floor, clutching Mr. Froggers tightly, hiding his mouth behind the plushie's head. His brows were furrowed and his eyes were shiny, as his fingers ran slowly back and forth on the back of Mr. Froggers' head. Janus carefully sat next to Patton, leaving a bit of space in case the little boy needed it.

"What's wrong hun?" he asked gently. Patton hesitated for a moment.

"You can tell me, I promise I won't get mad," Janus said, taking off his right glove before offering his pinky. Patton thought for a moment longer, before finally linking his pinky with the yellow Side's.

"Lo-Lo doesn't like me anymore, and now him and Vee and Ro-Ro are fighting and it's all my fault!"

"Did Logan say that to you?"

"Well... No... But he took my binky! Said I can't have it anymore!" Patton pouted, lip trembling as a few tears escaped from his eyes to his cheeks. Janus carefully wiped the tears away with his thumbs, gently cupping Patton's small face in his hands.

"I'm sorry he did that, that was really mean of him," he sympathised. Patton sniffed, reaching his arms out and climbing in Janus' lap. The latter wrapped his arms around the small one, and they both just stayed there for a while, until Remus started fussing in his baby monitor.

"What'dya say, want to come hang out with me and Remus for a while? Leave the others to their dumb fight?" Janus asked, gently playing with Patton's curls. The boy simply nodded, tightening his grip slightly. The older one took the hint, and carefully got up, never letting go of the child. Janus adjusted Patton slightly, before carrying him out of the room. As they passed the other three, still deep in their argument, Janus summoned one of his extra arms before subtly taking Patton's beloved binky from Virgil's hand.

Back at the other side of the Mind Palace, Janus had gotten the still glum Patton situated on the couch before retrieving the fussy Remus from his room. The kiddos were now sitting on the couch, watching as Janus prepared to fold the rest of the laundry. Remus pointed to Patton, a questioning coo rising from behind his pacifier.

"Yeah bub, Patton is feeling a little sad because Logan took his binky away from him," Janus explained. The baby thought for a moment before taking the green pacifier out of his mouth, offering it to the glum child. Patton shook his head, and Janus rose to intervene.

"Ah, that's very thoughtful of you Remus, but we don't share binkies, hun. I think Patton would want this instead," he said, summoning one of his extra arms, the one with Patton's beloved comfort.

"My binky!" Patton perked up, reaching out for Janus' third hand before stopping in his tracks.

"But... Too old for it?" he asked hesitantly.

"Never too old for a comfort object," the caregiver assured, making sure to keep his tone soft and genuine. The boy thought for a moment longer, before finally taking the binky and popping it into his mouth, right where it belonged. He wiggled a little, immediately feeling soothed. Patton suckled on the object gently, his muscles untensing as he finally relaxed. He ran his fingers across the back of Mr. Froggers' head, swaying a little to the tune of Janus' humming. Eventually, Patton nodded off.

He didn't stay asleep for long, however, waking up to the sounds of arguing.

"I can't believe you'd just sneak Patton off like that!" Virgil.

"Oh, yes, what a *terrible* crime, tending to a child in distress!" Janus.

"He's fine! He was just pouting because he's mad I took his pacifier away! He's merely being petty!" Logan.

"Don't you even start with that bull!" Virgil again.

"You can't be serious, Logan!" Janus again.

"I am always serious, necktie! Besides, it is for his own good! Roman agrees with me!"

"I—"

"Oh for eff's sake, grow a backbone, Roman!"

Patton covered his ears tightly, it was all too much! He didn't want this, he didn't want this! He quietly sunk down, holding back tears and hands firmly on his ears, Mr. Froggers in tow.

Thomas was editing on the couch, when he felt Patton rise up next to him. Before he had a chance to react, Patton was already climbing on his lap, almost causing Thomas to drop his laptop. He fumbled with it for a second before managing to safely place it on the coffee table.

"Hey, hey, what's wrong buddy?" He gently asked, wrapping his arms around Patton as he finally registered the little boy's sobbing.

"Everyone fightin n it's my fault n loud n m scared!" Patton explained in-between hysterical sobs.

"Didn' mean to be bad!"

"You're not bad honey, not at all!" Thomas soothed the panicky boy, gently rocking him and rubbing his back.

"What were the others arguing about?" he asked gently. Patton pointed to the comfort object still bobbing between his lips.

"They were fighting about your pacifier?" Thomas confirmed. Patton nodded, still teary-eyed, but his breathing having calmed down. Before Thomas could ask anything more, a regressed Roman rose up.

"I don't know! I just don't know!" he yelled, pulling at his hair. Patton flinched slightly at the volume, and Thomas tightened his grip slightly.

"I don't know the right answer! I don't know, I don't know, I don't know!"

"Roman—"

"I don't know," Roman's voice broke as he dropped to his knees, his shoulders shaking as he began to sob behind his hands. Thomas carefully rose from the couch, placing Patton on his hip. He then crouched next to Roman, placing a gentle hand on his back.

"Sweetheart..." he murmured, sitting down on the floor before carefully rubbing Roman's back.

"They kept pressuring me! I didn't know what to do!" the eight-year-old's voice wavered as he tried to hold back his sobs.

"It's not your fault, hun, I promise," Thomas reassured, hating to see his boys so broken.

"Not your fault," Patton echoed quietly, reaching for Roman's shoulder with his own, small hand.

"I'm sorry I didn't have your back," Roman sniffed, wiping his eyes before reaching for Patton's hand, placing his own on top of it.

"M sorry they're fightin because of me," Patton mumbled, also sniffing and wiping his eyes.

"It's not your fault, bud," Roman and Thomas said simultaneously.

"Jinx," Thomas smiled. Roman gave a small smile in return.

"Tired," Patton yawned around his beloved comfort object.

"Me too," Roman confessed, catching Patton's contagious yawn.

"I think the both of you need a nap, hm? And once you're big again, we can all settle this together, once and for all," Thomas ruffled both boys hair affectionately.

"Toooom!" Roman whined playfully, as Patton just giggled.

"Alright, let's get you two rascals all nice and cozy, yeah?" Thomas carefully got up, making sure Patton was comfortable on his hip before lending a hand to Roman.

"Thanks Tom!" Roman thanked politely. Patton tugged at Thomas' shirt.

"Hm?" The caregiver turned his attention to the younger one.

"Stay?" Patton asked, almost as if he was scared Thomas might leave him the second he falls asleep. And how could Thomas say no to those puppy eyes?

Thus is how Thomas ended up on the couch, sandwiched between a six-year-old and an eight-year-old, and a definite crick in the neck by the time they'd be getting up. Still, there was nowhere else he'd rather be than right here, right now, with his boys. And with that thought, Thomas, too, fell into a peaceful sleep, each boy contently snuffling under a protective arm.

[legoangstissogay]

Enemies to Lovers They Say Pt.5

Part 1   Part 2   Part 3  Part 4  Part 5  Part 6

Forever. So many people use it over and over. But no one really understands how long forever is.

I'll love you forever.

Best friends forever!

Forever is a lie. A promise no one can keep. I know the hurt of this lie. For I wish for a moment, in a single breath, for forever to be real. It was a lie.

As sunlight drifted into the room Red's eyes fluttered open. A beam of light landed right on his eye. He shifted to get it away and looked in front of him. A furry of heat rose up his skin as he started at MK. The raven-haired boy was drooling ever so slightly, but nonetheless, he looked stunning. His hair fluffed up, his skin glowing, and his lips. Red sat up quickly rushing to take his pillow as he climbed out of the bed and went to leave.

 What was he thinking?! Kissing Mk what a preposterous idea! He could never- would never! Red slammed the door behind him, he let out a sigh as he leaned back on the door sliding down to sit on the floor. He perked his head up when he heard shuffling behind the door and in a puff of flame, he was back in the guest room.

The hot-headed boy went and got ready for the day putting on his jacket and fixing his hair. He didn't know why he decided to follow MK. Didn't understand how he felt. Feelings were new to him, sad, happy, or angry, he could hardly understand them at all. Nonetheless, he knew that whatever he was feeling around MK his parents would be most disappointed in.

Stepping out of the guest room ready for the day he walked down the hall stretching his legs. He glanced around the corner and noticed one particular mural. It was of MK, Mei, and him. Red was baffled to see himself in the painting. His expression was a scream as it was a depiction of the group performing their final attack on the lady bone demon.

Red stepped closer to it admiring the detail of it, how everything down to loose strands of hair was carefully painted in. Someone coughed behind him, and as he turned around it was MK. 

"Admiring my handy work?" MK asked with a slight prideful tone. Red Son scoffed, crossing his arms and tapping his foot on the dark wood floors. 

"You made this?" Red retorted with a teasing expression. MK nodded puffing out his chest. 

"I've painted a lot of the murals here actually," MK boasted with a cheeky smile. Red chuckled looking back at the painting. 

"Well I must say they're not half bad, but you forgot to add something," Red retorted taking a step back. MK glared at Red then the painting looking it over.

 "What? What are you talking about? I didn't miss a thing! I swear-" MK grumbled baffled as he examined every corner of the mural. Red sniggered to himself as he pointed at MK's face. 

"Figure it out noodle boy," He teased flicking MK's nose and walking off. MK glared at him his face pink and tail twitching furiously. Red laughed to himself as he wandered around the mansion. In truth there was nothing wrong with the art, he just wanted to bother MK. He had missed making the hero upset for no reason. It was one of his favorite things just to bother MK. 

So the demon set off to the garden, he wanted to do something that would really set MK off. Walking out into the green field he found a peach tree and climbed up it. The ruff bark brushed against his cut wrists as he clambered up.  Reaching the top he sat down on the nearest branch and plucked a peach taking a bite of it and swaying his legs side to side as he waited for MK. 

The monkey boy walked out of the manor and looked around for the scarlet demon. Red quickly finished his peach and aimed the pit at MK's head. He flung it and hit MK smack dab on the forehead. MK yelped and rubbed his head glaring around as he searched. 

"Red Son!" He hollered, "Where are you!?" Red sat in the tree covering his mouth as he laughed. His legs kicking the air as he tried to stay on the branch giggling to himself. MK's head perked up as he spotted Red in the tree. Red Son quickly grabbed another peach ate it and getting the juice all over his face. MK glared at him and started stomping over to him. 

Red took the pit and threw it at MK hitting his back now. Mk yelped again causing Red to laugh even harder. He took more peaches and instead of eating them just broke them open to take out the pit. MK eventually took out his staff and started thwacking away the many seeds. Soon enough it had turned into a competition of sorts as Red struggled to hit MK.

 "Come on Red! I could do this for hours! You're going to run out of peaches at some point!" MK laughed as he took a step closer hitting a seed back at the tree the demon was hiding in. Red caught it and flung it back at MK with harsh force. This was getting difficult to keep up, if Red lost his grip at any moment he'd burn down the entire orchard. 

" I'll never stop!" Red retorted jumping to another tree and repeating the cycle. MK sighed and jumped into the air swinging from tree to tree with a terrifying agile speed. Red scrambled up gathering as many pits as he could manage jumping down as he ran quickly. Running backward now, he threw the pits at MK. MK hit them away and lept forward crashing into the demon as the two screamed and tumbled into the grass.

 Red dropped the seeds in his hands as they scattered everywhere. He landed next to the two intertwining trees MK on top of him. Both of them panting MK sat up and glared at the prince. 

"What in Buddahs name do you think you were doing?" He demanded gripping Red's collar in his hands, and holding him up. The prince only smiled gripping the grass underneath in his claws. He didn't answer the monkey on top of him. MK grumbled glaring at the prince his grip tightened as he glared at the demon underneath him. 

Red's smile grew and he soon burst with a peal of howling laughter.  MK, startled let Red go jumping up and stood over Red as he laughed curling and twisting with laughter. The scarlet prince sighed as he sat up a cold glare pinning Mk where he stood. A snide cruel smile rested on the lips of the demon, sadly reminding Mk that this was his enemy. 

He often did his best to deny it but he never could. Red always sought after annoying him, shoving Mk the wrong way. But there were always those moments, of joy, of peace, where MK let himself indulge in his feeling for the flame prince. Alas, he knew who could never tell him, never find a way to explain it to a person who couldn't understand something as simple as a feeling. So he just stood there glaring at the demon prince who coldly stared back at him.

  CRASH

The two whipped their heads around as screams of monkeys sounded. Metal banging on metal. 

A fight had begun.  

[thought-42]

Fictober Day 4: “How would that even work?”

Critical Role, 650 words, Laerryn, Evandrin

"How would that even work?" Evandrin is perched on the very top of the waterfall, the vulnerable, squishy body outside of the hard shell of his as-yet-unpainted statue. He's dangling his bare feet over the edge so the spray hits the exposed skin where he's rolled his brocade trousers up over his knees.

Laerryn rolls onto her back, stretched out along the top of the wall beside him so she's staring up at the stars. "I have some ideas. It's basically the equivalent of building a road instead of teleporting."

"But how do you get the road to go where you want it to?" They'd snuck out of Patia's birthday dinner before the dessert course, because they're bad people, leaving Zerxus to handle Elias and Quay to handle the social niceties. Laerryn sketches a path across the sky with her finger. "You use existing infrastructure."

Evandrin shrugs out of his jacket and tosses it haphazardly over her. Swearing, she disentangles herself and folds it under her head like an expensive pillow.

"Avalir follows the Lei lines," he says, clearly working it through as he speaks. "But those don't... move."

"They do, technically," she says. "Just not enough that we notice. But they can be moved."

"What would that require?"

The dull red glow of Ruidus reflects against the spray of the waterfall. "Energy."

"Like a massive scale Disintegrate?" He sounds a bit too excited. "You're closer than you might think. We basically need to tear down the existing barriers that would prevent the road from being built."

"I feel like this metaphor is stretching, but it's helping me, so I'm not letting it die. Do you have access to that sort of energy?"

"Usually, no," she says. "But if the barriers we're breaking down are weaker..."

"So you need to find a way to weaken them."

"I don't.” She folds her hands behind her head, pleased, then immediately pulls them back out as she continues speaking. The universe does that all on its own."

"Oh," he says, after a minute. "Wow, you're going to wait eleven years?"

He’s always been smarter than most people give him credit for. "Fuck you, I have patience."

"That's categorically untrue."

She huffs in irritation. "I can have patience when the reward is worth it." "And that's more than I ever wanted to know about your sex life.” She arches an eyebrow and, even unable to see it, he swats at her shoulder. "Listen, it's not my fault your reporter is very pretty."

Laerryn smirks smugly up at the sky. "He is, isn't he?"

"This is off topic. The solstice."

"Right. I think if I can collect enough energy in the etheric net by then, I can build something that will break through and drag a lei line along with it."

"Hmm," he says. "So it's one of those projects."

"I mean, it'd have to be. Technically it’s not illegal, but that’s only because nobody thinks as big as I do."

"They’d invent a new law just for you," he says. And then, with false cheer, "At least you might live to see the older generation and their ideas die out for good."

She presses her lips together. She’s lived over a hundred years without Evandrin and hadn’t understood what she was missing. "Who says we’re gonna wait? They'll either move or they won't."

He laughs, choked and too loud. "Do not say that sort of thing in public, I have a reputation and also a child. What would your reporter say if you got us executed for treason?"

"They wouldn’t kill me, for one thing," she says, shrugging her shoulders against the rough stone. "I’m too valuable. But to answer your question he’d probably have a heart attack. The optics of our treason are gonna need to be good."

"Please do not," he says. "I’m serious."

"Me too."

"I’m aware."

"The only six people in this city who actually work," she sings, feeling a little bit like nothing's real, like the night and the water and the two of them exist in one single moment, disconnected from the mundanity of their lives.

"Seven," he says, automatically. "But Laerryn-- Elias has to be an adult. That’s fifteen years. Tell me you understand that."

She stretches her arms back over her head so she can pat in the general direction of his leg. "Ok."

He exhales through his nose, and covers her hand with his. "Let's stick with the roadworks project first. It isn't like I'm going to drop dead in the next eleven years. We have time."

[catedwrites]

First Chapter Friday

Title: Fearless Fortunes

Genre: Contemporary Romance, Action/Adventure

Words: 2078

Chapter 1

Fearless Fortunes - Season 1, Ep. 8 [SERIES FINALE]:  VICTOR “VIC” WHITLOCK RAPPELS DOWN THE SIDE OF THE CLIFF ADJACENT TO THE RAGING WATERFALL. RYAN WHITE AND ANNA ARNOLDS ARE ABOVE AND BELOW HIM, RESPECTIVELY.  VICTOR WHITLOCK(to camera): We know by now, the king would have gone to great lengths to hide his resting place. He knew that his kingdom wouldn’t have survived long beyond his reign, with the pressures from both the outside…and the inside.  RYAN WHITE:(above Victor; we see the strain and stress on his face) Vic! Now is not the time to be monologuing! One wrong move and we all are plummeting to our deaths! VICTOR I’ve got a good feeling about this! We aren’t dying today!  VICTOR winks at the camera. RYAN shakes his head.  ANNA ARNOLDS (further down the cliffside): Holy shit! Holy shit! Guys! I think…I think we found it!  PAN OUT to see the entire waterfall cliff. ANNA uses her body as a pendulum and swings into the waterfall–and disappears.

Chapter 2

If my life were an action movie, my morning would have gone like this:

I wake up in the pre-dawn light. My hair is not rumpled or frizzy, but pulled easily back into a sleek ponytail.

I pull on my running shoes (never worn or battered with holes, but crisp and clean) and head out for a run, wearing skin-tight leggings. Perhaps a man I pass on the street ogles me, because I am a Hot Action Girl.

I run by the river--cue shots of beautiful architecture--and I do not sweat or look distressed, except perhaps to pass an arm over my brow or to lean over my knees, pausing to breathe deeply. Cue cleavage shot, if so.

If I am a serious action movie, then at this point, I would likely be accosted by some Bad Guys. I would either flee, showing my agility and speed, or fight them off, showing how tough and capable I am. Perhaps a mixture of both, to establish to the audience that I am indeed, a proper Badass Action Girl. Not just hot. I shrug off the attack and jog home.

If I am in a comedy, then I am accosted by a Best Friend. This might be a lady friend, who is there for Comic Relief or a male best friend who is then part of a Love Triangle (later in the movie, opposite Hot Action Man). We jog the rest of the way back home, bantering.

Then, I serenely shower (backlit against my the foggy shower glass; we are classy here, people!) and dress in muted athleisure wear or black trousers and a leather jacket, depending on my day. I do not actively put on makeup or sexy lingerie, but I am, of course, wearing both. My hair is in a messy bun and I wear my glasses--I am also a Smart Hot Girl, thank you. Women can be anything, Barbie told me--I would then hop on my motorcycle and rumble to the office.

Sounds pretty great, right?

Hah. Yeah, if only that were my life. No, that's the movie that I wish I lived inside. Instead, my morning went something like this:

I woke up to my phone alarm pinging madly and I snuffled around in bed before finding my phone under my pillow and swiping the alarm off.

Noticing the time, I swore profusely and sprinted to the bathroom, stubbing my toe on the doorframe, starting another string of words my grandmother would’ve washed my mouth out with soap for using.

The world's most lukewarm, hasty shower later, my hair was in a bun on top of my head–I pulled on a pair of jeans and a nondescript black tshirt, jamming my glasses onto my face. I swiped the barest acceptable amount of makeup onto my face and rushed out the door with my backpack over my shoulders.

I barely managed to catch the subway, the screeching train packed with morning commuters, all equally grumpy. I clutched the metal pole with one sweaty palm and prayed that the train somehow developed light speed. Thankfully, the office was only a street away from the station, and I furiously walked into the morning sunshine. The residential street was quiet and the door to the office quietly clicked behind me.

Thankfully, no one in the office noticed my arrival, since I arrived on the heels of Victor "Vic" Whitlock, who is sitting on the conference table, holding court. His daughter was in his arms, happily drooling and waving at the crew around them, who seemed charmed by her spittle and chubby arms. I wanted to stare at him as I slunk past, and managed to do so discreetly.

Vic is the star of Fearless Fortunes, the acclaimed, runaway hit series. He’s 52 years old, with the honey-gold tan skin of someone who spends their days outdoors but buys very, very good moisturizer and the body of a man who spends a lot of time at the gym. He went completely grey about ten years ago, but it makes him look distinguished and suave, rather than old and tired. 

In Fearless Fortunes (Seasons 1-3 now available for streaming, purchase, and download), Vic, the intrepid archaeologist, finds treasure and artifacts in Central and South America, educating viewers and adventuring daringly into extreme locations. I nearly have the blurb memorized. You have to, working on a show like Fearless. 

All right, Victor is a great guy and a very smart one at that: he did, in fact, graduate cum laude from his class at the University of Toronto in the 1970s. He had, in fact, worked on several archaeological and paleontological digs. He even does (most) of his own stunts for the show.

But the world doesn’t know--can’t know--that he isn’t the brains behind Fearless Fortunes. No, the one doing the legwork, the one doing the research, the one with the knack for saying, "no, I think this cave is the one; don't you see the etchings on the ceiling there?" is me.