#do nothing but lay around in pain and nap constantly

[chronicallysarah]

I am grateful to essentially have an abled body again. However, that abled body is still entirely dependent upon maintaining a strict diet that no one else understands or respects. It’s… tough. But quite frankly, there’s no price I wouldn’t pay for a body that functions properly with little to no constant pain and fatigue. So I don’t care how many times I am told the diet is pointless or unnecessary or that I need to eat [insert food.] I value my health and bodily autonomy more. I have the ability to function at the same level as a regular able bodied person. Why the hell wouldn’t I take that opportunity?

[digitaldaydreamm]

Hey! I loveeee your work, especially the best friend series with Rafe- I was wondering if you would consider one where the readers on her time of the month/ having cramps? Because these cramps be killing meeee. If not I totally get it, love your work 🫶🏻

unspoken claim

rafe x childhood friend!reader

a/n: he doesn't know how to react when you're in pain and there's not much he can do about it, so as a defense mechanism he's just aggressively helpful in his own way 🫶

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★ first of all, he’s pissed on your behalf. like, genuinely mad at your uterus. “fuckin’ bullshit, kid. why the hell you gotta go through this?” he’ll mutter about how unfair it is under his breath the whole time.

★ hovering but stubborn. he’s pacing the room like he’s about to square up with mother nature herself. at first he’s like, “i dunno what you want me to do, kid,” but the second you so much as wince, he’s immediately at your side, demanding you tell him what to do.

★ very aggressive about helping. “move over. gimme the heating pad. i’m puttin’ it where it actually fuckin’ helps.” he forces you to lay back and presses it against your stomach himself, like he doesn’t trust you to do it properly.

★ snapping at everything and everyone. god forbid someone texts you something annoying while you’re suffering — he’ll snatch your phone and start typing like he’s ready to fight them. “who the fuck is stressing you out right now? i’ll block ‘em myself.”

★ babying you but trying to act like he’s not. brings you snacks. demands you eat even if you’re not hungry. carries you around like you weigh nothing if you even hint that it hurts to walk.

★ letting you nap on him. even if his arm falls asleep. even if he’s uncomfortable. he’ll just mutter, “s’fine, sweetheart, go to sleep,” and stay perfectly still with your head on him.

★ hands constantly on you — rubbing your lower stomach without you asking, massaging your back, kissing the top of your head with little grumbles under his breath about how “you don’t deserve this shit.”

★ absolutely no patience if you get self-conscious or say you feel gross. “shut the fuck up. you’re literally perfect. if you apologize again, i’m gonna lose it.”

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You barely make it halfway down the stairs before you have to stop, one hand braced on the wall, the other clutching your stomach.

“Jesus fuck,” you mutter under your breath, squeezing your eyes shut against the cramping.

“Hey—hey, what the fuck?”

Rafe’s voice cuts through the house, low and sharp. You blink your eyes open to see him standing in the living room, a scowl already forming like he’s about to fight whatever invisible enemy hurt you.

“I’m fine,” you lie immediately, straightening up. “Just… cramps.”

He stalks over without hesitation, grabbing you by the waist like you might keel over any second. “Bullshit. You look like you’re about to fuckin’ pass out.”

“I’m not,” you say, but you’re already leaning into him, because god, he’s warm and you hurt. “I was gonna get my heating pad—”

“You’re not getting shit,” he snaps, already steering you toward the couch. “Sit down before you fall and i gotta fuckin’ carry you.”

You don’t argue. Mostly because you know he will literally throw you over his shoulder if you resist.

You flop onto the couch with a huff, watching as he heads down the hall.

A minute later he returns, arms full—he’s got your heating pad, your favorite blanket, a water bottle, and two kinds of snacks like he didn’t know which one you’d want so he just grabbed both.

He tosses the snacks on the coffee table, shoves the water bottle into your hand.

“Drink up,” he orders gruffly. “And if you say you’re not thirsty, i’m still makin’ you drink it.”

You bite back a smile. “You’re very bossy.”

“And you’re very fuckin’ stubborn,” he grumbles, sitting down next to you and yanking you toward him like it’s his god-given right. “Now lemme help you.”

You curl into his side, and without thinking, he pulls your shirt up just enough to press the heating pad directly against your bare skin.

You flinch at the sudden heat and he immediately glares like the heating pad itself insulted you.

“Better?” he mutters, adjusting it carefully, his fingers brushing your skin way longer than necessary.

You nod, snuggling closer, the cramps dulling slightly with the warmth.

He stays there for a long moment, one hand resting heavy on your stomach, rubbing slow circles like he can will the pain away.

When you shift to get more comfortable, he frowns.

“You want somethin’ else? Painkillers? I’ll fucking fight a CVS employee if they don’t sell it to me fast enough.”

You laugh, weakly, pressing your face into his shoulder. “No. Just you.”

You don’t even realize what you said until the words are out.

Rafe freezes.

Then, very quietly, he says, “Yeah, sweetheart. Always got me.”

He tilts your chin up with two fingers, his touch still weirdly gentle despite how aggressively protective he’s being, and kisses your forehead.

And you swear, you feel him muttering into your skin, “Stupid fuckin’ cramps. Wish i could beat their ass.”

You fall asleep on him like that, breathing in his cologne, your cramps easing a little more with every lazy pass of his hand over your stomach.

[webslingingslasher]

how would telling nerdy!peter you’re pregnant go

i feel like he would know before you do. *cleaning out my inbox*

peter's ears are ringing when you enter the kitchen. a paper bag is tucked into your arm while you juggle a water bottle and car keys. something about you has the hair raising on the back of his neck.

'are you okay?'

you blink up at him, you glance down to the groceries, nothing spilled. 'i'm okay, are you okay?'

peter pushes past that, it doesn't feel right. there's something he can't sense out and it wasn't there this morning. 'no, seriously, are you okay? do you feel okay?'

your eyebrows furrow as you set everything down. 'yeah, why?' peter watches you closely, his eyes trailing after you as you moved around the kitchen. 'i don't know. something feels off, are you sure you're okay?'

you laugh with your head in the fridge, it's cute when he's worrisome. 'i promise i'm fine!'

peter lays off, but something is different about you and he can't place it.

---

peter swears something is wrong, he's had an odd buzzing feeling that keeps him tethered to your side and reaching out every thirty minutes when you're not around him.

you kept telling him you were fine and peter thought it would even out eventually but it's been two weeks and it's gotten worse. it's gotten so bad he doesn't want you leaving his sight.

like this morning, you gagged around your toothbrush and scraped your tongue clean with your teeth, your face went sour as you looked at peter.

'that tastes rotten.' the toothpaste went bad. you have no idea how, or if it's possible, but your mouth tasted like you just gargled with orange juice and made out with a mint.

peter tried it out for himself and told you it was how it's always been, but you made him promise he'd buy a new tube anyway. he agreed but had something tugging at his stomach, this wasn't normal.

the final straw was a few days later and you approached him with your head in your hands and a wince. peter almost jumped up from the couch, his movements panicked but touch soft as he cradled your face.

'talk to me, what's wrong?'

you suck in a deep breath, it makes your pain amplify. for the first time ever, a headache as you wanting to faint into peter's chest. 'sweetheart?'

your voice cracks, it's never been this bad before in your life. 'my head really hurts, petey.' it's all you needed to say, peter kissed your forehead and started nudging you towards the bedroom.

'go lay down, i'm going to get you some advil, alright?' you nod, it's weak, it feels like your head is a thousand pounds. you feel useless while you sink into the mattress, the first thing peter does is rip the curtains closed, it's almost pitch black and you've never been more grateful.

'pills.' they're deposited into your hand. 'water.' you take a small sip, peter tilts the cup back up when you lower it, you take a larger gulp. 'down.' you follow his direction and melt into your pillow.

'close your eyes.' you do. peter presses a kiss to your forehead, another on your cheek. 'i want you to take a nap.' you can't bring yourself to open your eyes and instead pat his hand instead as a response.

peter thinks you're asleep before he's out of the room.

you think you've been down between two and three hours and you could use another four. the past week you've been as good as dead, work must have exhausted you. it would explain the sudden sore feet and urge to constantly nap.

but more than sleep is the deep pit of hunger you have. peter's cooking dinner and it woke you from a good slumber. you doubled up on lunch today and you're thinking of doing the same with dinner.

as you roll out of bed you're happy to report there's no more migraine. you repeat this to peter the second he asks how you're feeling as he's plating your dinner. 'good.'

you lick your lips at the ceramic peter sets in front of you, he sits next to you and as you grab your fork, he stops you. for a moment you think about crying.

'i need to talk to you, we need to talk.'

every bit of you shrivels up. you think you might actually start crying. 'okay.' it's as timid as you feel, peter's eyes soften immediately, he's not mad, he's just serious.

'i'm talking to you as your husband right now, not your friend. i know you feel fine, you've been telling me that for three weeks. i don't feel fine. i'm anxious over you and it's starting to tear me apart. i need you to go to the doctor's, i need them to tell me you're okay.'

you feel your heart crumble a little, you never meant to make him so upset. 'peter, i know you're worried but i promise i'm okay.' peter really doesn't want to scare you but he's unsure of how to get you to listen.

'it feels like there's something wrong with you, alright? something i can't see or diagnosis. so i need you to go to a doctor, okay?'

you've never seen peter so freaked out and his sixth sense has you a little scared because if he can sense things before you can but he can't place it, that means it has to be bad.

you nod fast, you'll do anything to bring him a peace of mind. 'okay. i'll make an appointment and you can come with me. then we can squash this together, right?'

he hates to admit it, but peter doesn't feel any better when you agree. he's going to be biting his nails and pulling his hair until you're sitting in the doctor's office with a green screen and a thumbs up.

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'they're making me pee in a cup, peter.'

'that's normal. they're screening you.'

'because of you! they asked why i wanted an appointment and i had to tell them 'my husband has a bad feeling.' i've never pissed in a cup before and now they probably think you're poisoning me.'

'something's poisoning you.' you rest your hand on his arm, you've never seen peter so worked up. 'is it really that bad?' it has to be, the week before your appointment he refused to let you out of his sight. he wouldn't tell you anything beyond a tugging feeling in his gut.

and if you're being honest, you're not complaining. because there's something about peter that's had you clinging to him and begging for him at every waking moment because everytime he touches you, there's a whole new wave of sensation and pleasure that wasn't there before.

'i haven't slept the last three nights because i'm scared i'll wake up but you won't.'

'oh, petey. i promise i'm okay. there's been nothing wrong beyond that one headache, i promise. but look, we're at the doctors and i'll get a clean bill of health and we can have a nap when we get home?'

he doesn't seem satisfied with the answer. 'okay.' it makes you anxiously chew on your bottom lip, you're not peter, but you've known him long enough that this isn't normal. it makes your heart hurt because he's been in a panic for over a month now and you keep shrugging him off.

'i'm sorry i didn't take you seriously, peter. i'm sorry i made it get to this point, i promise you in the future i won't wait so long.' except peter doesn't know if you waited too long and there won't be a next time.

'i'm gonna go pee in this and then i'll be the next one up.'

if you thought peter was nervous before, he's now one breath away from a panic attack, shaking his knee and chewing on his thumbnail before you're back to sitting with him and then bouncing up to tug you with him the second your name is called.

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even your doctor was slightly puzzled at your claim. you'd answered normally to every question. no sudden changes, no balance issues, no blurry vision, no stomach pains, nothing.

'sexually active?'

'yes.'

'are you using protection?'

'no. we stopped a little over a year ago.'

'date of your last period?'

you look at peter for help, he shrugs, you think back. 'i haven't gotten it this month yet. so i think last month?' she scribbles quickly, then double checks.

'headaches?' you shake your head, your husband clears his throat. you want to roll your eyes, instead you remind yourself this is for peter's sanity.

'i had one last week. that's it.'

'breast tenderness?' you cup them, nothing. 'no.'

'you did a urine sample at check in?'

'yes.'

her small chair spins when she stands, 'let me check on it. i'll be right back.' peter opens his mouth the second the door shuts behind her.

'i don't care what you say, if it comes back clean, we're getting a second opinion.' then, 'actually, i'm going to insist on a blood test.'

'peter,' he holds up his hand. 'i'm serious. there are things that your pee won't tell them, there are so many things that could be floating around your bloodstream.'

you're doing this for him. you're doing this for his peace of mind. you need to keep telling yourself that this isn't peter, this isn't normal. you trust him more than anything and if he's saying something is wrong, something's wrong.

'okay. we'll get a second opinion, or a specialist, or a blood test, or whatever you need me to do.'

that's all you needed to say, he finally somewhat relaxes, but stiffens right back up at a knock on the door. you lightly kick your feet on the bench and smile politely when the doctor reenters. there's a nod at your smile, you stop your movements, it feels serious.

this time, she doesn't sit down. this time, she has a file in her hold and only looks at you. 'so, i have your results here, but before i continue, would you like your husband to be in the room with you?'

your heart sinks and your face drops, they found something. peter was right. something was wrong. but how did you not know? how did you feel totally fine? if anything you kept telling him that you've never felt better and you've never been so energetic.

you reach for peter without thinking, he squeezes your hand tighter than you are. 'yes. i need him here.' when peter's standing next to you, the doctor looks at both of you and clears her throat.

'you're pregnant. i'd say somewhere from four to six weeks estimated by your last period date.'

you don't say a word, neither does peter.

'i'll give you two a moment alone and come back in... lets say ten minutes? then we can talk about your options moving forward.'

silence. you don't move a muscle. the door is shut and you're staring at empty space, you can hear the clock ticking on the wall behind you, peter's chest brushes your back.

'baby?'

'yeah?'

'did you hear what she said?'

'yeah.'

your eyes close at a soft kiss to your head. 'are we happy?' your heart clenches, your hand rests over your stomach and your mind starts to catch up.

'pregnant.' it's all that will come out. peter gives you another kiss, it's just as delicate as the first one. 'you are.' your hand washes over your tummy, you don't feel pregnant.

'you did this to me.' peter nudges your hand away and moves his own in the same circle, you think he's looking for the same thing. 'a little bit.' he's holding back any excitement until you make a call but you see the way his eyes are shining.

you exhale until your stomach puffs out, it's a mimic for what's to come. 'you're gonna make me look like this.' peter smiles, he likes what he's hearing.

'so are we happy?'

pregnant. pregnant. you're pregnant. you have a baby in your stomach. you have peter's baby in your stomach. you're pregnant.

you're pregnant and you're so damn happy.

in a second you're tugging at peter for a crushing hug. 'we're pregnant. we're gonna have a baby and we are so fucking happy.' you didn't think it was possible. peter's kissing where he can reach, you pull back to look at him, both of you teary eyed.

it'd been a year and you thought kids weren't in the cards. you weren't actively trying but you both agreed to stop preventing too. and each month when you got your period, you didn't mind, you loved peter and if it was just you and him for the rest of your lives you'd be more than okay with that.

but this? having a baby with the person you love most in the world? it's a token of your love, something that would be both him and you forever.

'i really hope they have your eyes.' peter shakes his head, 'no way. for their sake, i hope they get all your genes.' you feel your lower lip tremble, there's finally an explanation for all the tears you've shed over the past week.

it didn't even have to be sad. everything was accompanied by tears and this is no exception. peter doesn't care, hormonal or not, tears are tears and he's causing them. 'what did i do?' his thumbs brush under your eyes, on guard for any wetness that dare pass them.

your voice is watery when you answer, you know it's silly but holy shit, this feels serious and you'll die on this hill for whatever reason. 'i really want...' you blink, big drops are caught in a second.

'i really want them to have your eyes and you don't want that.' peter moves fast and you exhale a shaky sob into his chest. peter is in the process of damage control recon.

'i was making a joke, honey. a really bad, terrible joke. i'm so so glad you want them to have my eyes, i'm super honored, sweetheart. of course i'd love it if they did.'

you sniff into his shirt, 'do you mean it?' there's a sprinkling of kisses over your hairline. 'of course. you want our baby to look like me, how could i be offended?'

it's enough to have you relaxing, you wipe your own eyes clear before clearing your throat and scooting away from peter. 'i'm sorry, i don't know why that was so important to me. i think you'll have to deal with this a lot.' you feel shy, all of a sudden you think you're asking for too much.

'i'm gonna be so annoying peter. i'm gonna cry and puke and hate things one second and love them the next, i'll get grouchy and miserable and sore and by the time i go to pop this kid out you'll hate me.'

'hey, shhh, you're doing that thing where you think too far ahead. one problem at a time, right? crying isn't an issue, we've been together long enough i know how to navigate that. puke? um, babe, i hate to remind you, but this little gold band on my finger tells me in sickness and in health.'

you feel your pout slowly lift up, he always has an answer.

'as long as it's not me you're hating, i'll manage. i've dealt with your grouchy mornings for years, and i still look forward to every one. if you're miserable and sore, i'll give you a massage. and by the time you pop that kid out, i'll be so damn excited to have them meet my favorite person ever. my wife.'

peter releases a quick breath. 'how'd i do?' you chose the right person to do this with. you really did.

'i'm so excited to do this with you.' your husband beams, he made you feel better, you're worrying over nothing. peter has this handled.

'i am too. we need to get you some vitamins and i should start emptying out the second bedroom. we should also look into some books and maybe some classes, may said my mom took lamaze classes and it saved her during labor.'

'and a doctor! we need to schedule with your OBGYN, and i need to clean out the fridge. i don't think you can eat deli meat, maybe i'll start looking at some-'

'peter, we're having a baby.'

it stops him from his tirade, he hasn't been able to stop smiling. 'we are.'

'and you were right, something was wrong! you're like one of those cancer sniffer-outer- dogs.' peter tilts his hand back and forth. 'i mean, that's not cancer,' a point to your soon-to-be bump. 'and i'm not a dog, but i know when something isn't normal.'

'do you think you sniffed it out the second you knocked me up?' peter holds a straight face, you bite back a grin and whisper out to him.

'peter?'

'yeah?' he's just as quiet.

'we're having a baby.'

peter can't stop his coos, your face cradled in his hands while he presses tiny kisses over your cheeks. you don't feel as robbed from a home test, you always figured you'd have the moment where you're in the bathroom with shaky hands but instead you're in a doctor's office and you realize the setting doesn't matter, it's the person you're doing it with.

the celebration halts when there's another knock on the door, when the doctor sees the blinding smile on both your faces she shares her own. 'i assume this is good news then?'

you both answer at the same time. 'really good.'

she looks even happier and gently bows before taking a seat and grabbing a few squirts of hand sanitizer. 'then let me be the first to congratulate the both of you.' you both say thank you and your heart elevates ten levels when she addresses you as what you're about to be.

'so, mom, i assume you have an OB established?'

mom. mom. mom. you're going to be a mom. your head spaces while you nod, your doctor seems relieved at the answer. 'great. i want you to reach out and schedule an appointment, they'll be able to tell you a little bit more about what to expect and the next steps. depending on how far along you are, you and dad might be able to hear some heart tones. in the meantime, i recommend you get on some prenatals and limit your caffeine intake.'

mom and dad. you think you like the sound of it.

'any questions?' peter looks at you, then the wall. he's got one but he's scared to ask, your doctor senses this. 'dad? the floor is open to you, too.' you fawn at his pink cheeks, he loves the new name like you do.

'um, are there... limitations on what she can do? physically?'

a small grin, she knows what he's asking. 'honestly, mom should keep doing her day to day like normal, things will start to get hard when she gets bigger. if you're asking if there's any limitations on sex, no, it's just all based on mom's comfort.'

'mom's been very comfortable.' you speak from the corner of your mouth but she hears you and she's got a gleam in her eye. 'those extra hormones can be fun. any more questions?'

you're sure you'll have a thousand but right now all you want to do is lay in peter's arms and talk about who your baby will eventually be. you shake your head, peter says no for the both of you.

your doctor stands and warmly grabs your hand, then peter's and smiles once more. 'again, i congratulate you both. you're in for some of the best times in your life, and some of the hardest, but i promise you, that smile on your baby's face at six in the morning while you're exhausted will make it all seem worth it.'

carrying peter's child already makes it all worth it. he would've been as happy and content as you would've without kids, but you know how much he's always wanted them and this feels like the most ultimate act of love you could give him.

'thank you. we're really excited.' because you are. you both are.

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the second peter opens the car door for you, you squeal and hold him close to you. 'you're gonna be a frickin dad. that's so hot.' you giggle at tender pokes at your side. 'you said the same thing when i proposed.'

'commitment makes you sexy, parker.'

'ditto, mrs. parker.'

[sneezeshame]

someone whos heavily pregnant with a horrible head cold. they already feel like a massive, slow-moving blimp, needing help to get in and out of certain chairs, their feet and ankles swollen and every joint overburdened, but now every little ache and pain is magnified with fatigue and the misery of a sandpaper throat, pounding sinuses, and violent, wrenching sneezes. they cant get comfortable in any position for very long; they waddle slowly with maternity pajamas and fluffy slippers on, a tissue box in hand and a bathrobe tied loosely over their protruding stomach, big shadows over their eyes, their lips parted to breathe, between the bedroom and the couch every several hours. this bug wasn't even a fraction as bad on their partner, but it's rampaging through their system, and they can't even take any medicine to take the edge off. the doctor sees them and sends them home with orders to rest and drink fluids-- everything will be fine, they’re so sick with the same virus because of just how pregnant they are, they just need to ride it out. they lose any moving air through their nostrils a couple hours later, and then they sound so plugged up and awful that their partner stays home to take care of them, helping prop them up on different configurations of pillows, draping a towel over their head as they inhale steam at the table, waking up with them when everything hurts at 1am and they need help getting out of bed into a more comfortable position, rubbing their aching back through their pajamas. their consonants are gone and their voice is on its way out. they nap and wake up and nap and wake up and nap and wake up again. they're laying on heating pads and heaps of pillows and clutching a cold pack to their sinuses. their whole body, overburdened to the point of aching with weight even without the horrible head cold, needs constant adjustments or heating or cooling or rubbing or sitting miserably in the steamy bathroom to try and loosen everything up, a constant cycle of disturbance that means they just can’t seem to get a good nights sleep, and when they do fall asleep, it’s the miserable sniffle/snorting congested sleep that comes on during a hell of a bad cold. more shuffling around the house with a big bathrobe tied around their enormous midsection; their head constantly throbs. nothing puts a damper on the excitement like a bug like this.

[gaily-daily-musings]

Anti-Christ!Anakin modern au with priest!Obi-Wan (sequel here)

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The night had been loud. Winds howling like the earth itself was in distress. A woman about to give birth comes to the church for help in the middle of the night. She bangs on the door yelling like the devil himself is on her heels. Qui-Gon answers.

15 minutes later Obi-Wan is awoken from his bed. Qui-Gon ushers him out the door as he fills him in on the situation.

“Shouldn't we drive her to a hospital??”

“No! There's no time!” He takes Obi-Wan aside. “There are forces at play here Obi-Wan. The devil is inside her. We must proceed with caution.”

“What do you mean –?”

The woman, Shmi, screams in pain. They rush inside the room where she's being kept.

The birth is a terrible one. She dies in agony. There was nothing either of them could do for her. Qui-Gon prays for her soul over her body.

The babe isn't crying. Qui-Gon cradles it in his arms. “It's dead.” He says, clearly relieved.

Obi-Wan doesn't understand. Qui-Gon is not a cruel man. He would never rejoice over such a tragedy.

Qui-Gon lays the babe upon its mother's chest. She'd called him Anakin with her dying breath.

“I'll call the coroner.” Qui-Gon presses a bloodied hand upon Obi-Wan's shoulder. “You did good.”

He leaves. Obi-Wan should go to. He should wash up and try to go back to sleep. Though he doubts he'll be able to after such a harrowing event. But he can't stop staring at the dead child.

He approaches it. Not it. Him. Qui-Gon had said she had the devil in her. He thought he was speaking metaphorically. Qui-Gon loved his riddles.

Something compels him to pick the child up. He rests Anakin in his arms. Sorrow fills him. How cruel the world was. The poor thing hadn't even gotten to take its first breath. At least both mother and babe were reunited in death.

He kisses Anakin's forehead.

The little chest moves. And then a shrill cry hits the air.

Obi-Wan pulls back in shock. The baby was crying. Loud and demanding.

Qui-Gon rushes back into the room. He stares at the baby and Obi-Wan. His face is deathly pale.

-

Obi-Wan has never believed Qui-Gon when he's said Anakin was the son of the devil. That he had no earthly father and was conceived in a dream. It was just Qui-Gon being Qui-Gon.

Anakin was a greedy child. Always screaming for food or attention or cranky from his nap. He only calmed down when Obi-Wan held him. Demanding his eternal attention and always clinging to his robes.

As he got older, the boy had no friends to speak of. He did not interact with other children his age. He didn't do social cues well either. He unnerved people. His eyes were too unworldly with their yellow tint. His gaze was too piercing.

Obi-Wan would find dead mice and birds under his bed picked open and dissected. He hides them from Qui-Gon. The man meant well, but being called the antichrist to your face had to be damaging to a child's psyche.

Qui-Gon often read bible passages to Anakin. Teaching him lessons of goodness and humanity. Anakin liked to listen to him read despite everything. He held many conversations with Qui-Gon on the nature of man. Obi-Wan was not privy to these conversations but he was glad that Anakin responded. It was odd for one so young to be so philosophical, but it was a better pastime than the dead animals.

Aside from Qui-Gon, Obi-Wan is the only adult Anakin likes to interact with. None of the others like to be around him nor Anakin them. It never gets better. He never warms up to anyone.

Odd things start to happen. Doors open, pictures move, chairs slide across the floor. Obi-Wan pays it no mind. Probably just the wind.

He got into trouble constantly. Getting angry with Anakin never worked. You could not chastise him or lecture him. He always fought fire with fire. It only fueled him. That's why all punishments were given to Obi-Wan to deal with. He would calmly explain why what he did was wrong and that he shouldn't do it again. For the times that Anakin understood exactly what it was he'd done, Obi-Wan would skip the explanation and assign him chores. Anakin hated chores. But Obi-Wan did them with him, making sure Anakin was actually doing what he was told and also to provide small talk.

He's disturbingly nonchalant about other people's feelings. He didn't care if they were in pain physically or emotionally. Except of course, if it was Obi-Wan. He would lay his head on his shoulder and hug him if he noticed Obi-Wan was feeling down. And if he got so much as a papercut Anakin would bandage him up with kisses for his boo-boos. It was rather darling and Obi-Wan thought it cute the way he was fussed over.

When Anakin hits 14, Qui-Gon slips down the stairs and breaks his neck. The others whisper that it was Anakin's fault. Obi-Wan decides it's time to leave the convent and the church altogether. He should have done it years ago. Perhaps public school would be better for Anakin.

It's not. The students and teachers are all unnerved just the same. But nevertheless he is away from the nasty whispers and rumors that he was a murderer.

They get a small two bedroom apartment and Obi-Wan gets a job at a daycare. It works well enough.

A girl comes over one day to do homework with Anakin. Obi-Wan is overjoyed. Finally Anakin was socializing.

The girl attempts many conversations but Anakin shuts down all of them. They get their homework done and she leaves within an hour.

“She was nice.” Obi-Wan says.

“She was boring.” Anakin replies.

-

Obi-Wan is talking to a coworker at the daycare. She'd come over to make friendly conversation. He's thinking about asking her out. It's been so long. He pledged himself to the church as a boy and doesn't have any sexual experience beyond kissing and a handjob to speak of.

They have coffee after work several times before he invites her back to his place. It was all very innocent. He planned on taking this slow.

The door opens. Anakin is home. Obi-Wan greets him warmly. Anakin just glares silently at Satine. He stomps down the hall to his room.

“I don't think he likes me.”

“That's just his face.” Obi-Wan assures her.

A glass in the kitchen shatters, startling him. Satine cuts her hand. Obi-Wan wraps it up with a bandage. Satine thanks him warmly.

After Satine leaves Obi-Wan goes to talk to Anakin.

“Anakin? Is everything alright?”

Anakin basically had two moods. Annoyed and grumpy. Today he was both.

“Don't invite that woman over again.”

“Excuse me?”

“She's not welcome here.”

“She is my friend.”

“Don't let her in this house!” Anakin yells.

His eyes seem to glow. The very walls rattle. Obi-Wan takes a step back. His fear spiking. Everyone was unnerved by Anakin. Some were outright afraid. Obi-Wan has never been afraid of him. But now his heart is pounding. His skin is screaming to get away. Something is very wrong.

Obi-Wan pushes past it with great difficulty. With trembling hands he takes the teens face in his hands. He will not cower. Not from the boy he raised.

“Please use your words, dear heart. I can't understand if you don't tell me.”

The walls stop shaking. Anakin's snarl turns into a pout.

“I didn't like the way you were looking at her.”

“Darling it's natural to have friends.”

“You want to be more than friends with her.”

Obi-Wan sighs. So that was it. “No one will ever take me away from you. I love you first. Always.”

Anakin grips back so hard Obi-Wan knows he will bruise later. But he doesn't pull away.

“I love you too.” Anakin says. It feels like a leash.

-

The nightmares start around Anakin's 16th birthday.

He'll wake up screaming. Moaning in pain. He refuses to tell Obi-Wan what it is that frightens him so. Obi-Wan is terrified for him. He takes him to see doctors. Anakin hates them all. Medication doesn't help.

Anakin asks to sleep in his room. Obi-Wan relents because after weeks of trying he's at the end of his rope. Somehow it works. Anakin calms down.

Except Anakin doesn't go back to his room. Obi-Wan cannot seem to make him. So much for dating. Can't very well invite anyone over with Anakin occupying the bed.

Anakin starts having other dreams. Wet dreams. Obi-Wan starts sleeping on the couch.

He has a nightmare one night. Anakin is gone. Taken from him. The dreams shifts and he suddenly he finds him again. He is relieved in that moment. He hugs Anakin tightly against his chest. Anakin is touching him. So many hands. So many teeth.

Obi-Wan realizes with a sort of haze that he is hard. Anakin strokes him to fullness. They kiss with teeth and blood. Obi-Wan jolts awake.

Oh god.

-

The nightmares begin again and Anakin demands his presence in their bedroom.

“Don’t leave me.” It is said partly in fear, partly in stubbornness.

Anakin needed him. Obi-Wan comes back to bed against his better judgment. He shouldn't. But Anakin needed him. And the nightmares had stopped before hadn't they? Surely he could put up with a little teenage hormones.

As predicted, sometimes Obi-Wan will wake with an erection pressing against him. The teen would reach for him at night while half asleep. Obi-Wan felt dirty. Disgusting. Anakin wanted comfort but Obi-Wan could not provide even that.

-

It was his 18th birthday. The day the world ended. Or was supposed to at least. Anakin had dreamed of fire and blood and death for so long now. He dreams of destroying humanity.

But he also dreams of Obi-Wan. Gentle, kind Obi-Wan. Pure of soul and body. Untouched. Just for him. Waiting for him.

Anakin bides his time, knowing not to push. Knowing the man was not ready yet. But it was finally time at long last. Tonight was the night. He was 18 and the world was supposed to end.

Even now the four horsemen look for him wandering the earth. Anakin does not call to them. Not yet.

They celebrate together after he comes home from school. Obi-Wan had made a cake from scratch. Anakin blows out the candles. He makes his wish.

“Kiss me.”

Obi-Wan freezes. Anakin expects this.

“Just a peck.” He promises.

Obi-Wan doesn't move as Anakin leans it. He pecks his cheek. Then moves in for the kill.

He pries Obi-wan's mouth open and shoves his tongue inside. Obi-Wan shivers. Anakin can feel his arousal.

The older man starts to move away. Anakin holds on tighter. No. That wouldn't do. He grips Obi-Wan's face and whispers into his ear.

“Stop listening to your thoughts. Give into your body's wants.”

Obi-Wan fights the suggestion. But only a little. Anakin strips his pants off. He straddles him naked on the chair and floods his mind with pleasure. Obi-Wan is weak to resist. The words start to weave their way inside Obi-Wan until he feels him finally relax. Good. He eases off his control letting Obi-Wan's lips loosen.

“Anakin,” he groans. “We shouldn't…”

Anakin grinds against his lap.

“I love you first, Obi-Wan. Not the world. Not the people or animals or plants in it. I only want you. Only you.”

Obi-Wan clutches at his waist. Anakin's hole flutters. Puckering up to kiss Obi-Wan's fingers as he brushes between his cheeks.

“Bed.” Obi-Wan gasps out.

They move quickly. Desperately. Anakin preens. The only thing he had done was remove Obi-Wan's inhibitions and tear down his walls. This desire was all Obi-Wan's doing. This was Obi-Wan's true self unfiltered by shame.

Anakin cries at the first push. Soon the wet slap fills the room. The fuck hard and fast. Nails dig into skin until it breaks.

Obi-Wan empties himself into Anakin and the teen nearly purrs in triumph. Next time he'll mount Obi-Wan. He's sure the man would like that.

-

Obi-Wan wakes up horrified. What had he done? He stumbles up out of bed. He hurriedly pulls on a shirt and boxers and makes his way into the bathroom gripping the sink. He remembers last night. Taking pleasure. Ruining Anakin's innocence. The room spins.

Wait.

The room had literally spun. He remembers things floating in the air. What?

Anakin comes into the bathroom (hadn't he locked that?). He slides up to him still naked and kisses under his jaw. Anakin looks at him in the mirror and Obi-Wan startles. Anakin's eyes have changed. Instead of blue tinged in yellow they're now a bright golden. A mini sun burning. The air around him is charged.

Oh my god Qui-Gon was right. This was the son of Satan.

“You…you have school in an hour.” He stumbles over his tongue.

Anakin looks at him like he's amusing.

“It doesn't matter anymore. It'll crumble along with the rest of humanity.”

Obi-Wan swallows thickly. He reaches for that place inside him that was the calm in the storm of raising Anakin. It's not there. He's falling apart.

Slowly, Obi-Wan turns and cups Anakin's cheeks. He's always listened to him the best like this. Between his steady hands. They're shaking now but perhaps this was more for him than Anakin.

“Why is it crumbling?”

“The Apocalypse. The coming of days. Don't worry. You're not going to die.”

Obi-Wan’s heart wants to run and cry and burst with panic and fear. He doesnt let it. Anakin liked fear. It riled him up. The teen had confessed this to him once around the fourth time Obi-Wan had had to come take him home from school for bullying the other kids.

“Can you stop it?”

“Why?” Anakin seems genuinely confused.

“I rather like the world. It's nice here.”

What the fuck was this conversation? What was going on??

Anakin frowns. “I already know how it is here. I'm 18. I’ve seen enough.”

“No you haven't. You're still so young, Anakin.”

He hums in thought and Obi-Wan rests their foreheads together. He has to do something. Say something.

“Do you really think you can simply ask your father to keep me? It doesn't work that way. He is not benevolent nor kind. He does not care for your wants. You are a tool and nothing more. Once you have served your purpose of starting the apocalypse he'll discard you.”

Anakin frowns. He searches Obi-Wan's face. He finds truth there.

“We would have to find them. The Four Horseman.” Anakin says slowly. “We’d have to kill them before they get to me.”

Obi-Wan nods. “Alright.” Alright Fine. He'll quit his job. Pack everything up. They can leave. And in the meantime Obi-Wan will show him the world. Show him why he should care.

“There's an artifact that can hurt them. Qui-Gon spoke of it sometimes.” Anakin says casually.

Sure Fine. Yesterday Obi-Wan lived a normal life with his adopted son. Today he's in a relationship with the antichrist about to go off and kill the four horsemen. He's nothing if not resilient.

“One more thing,” Obi-Wan pulls away. He looks firmly into Anakin's eyes. “Don't ever mess with my head again. I can't be with you if you try to change me Anakin. Do you understand?”

“But I didn't change you! I freed you!”

“No Anakin. That wasn't the real me. The real me has regrets and guilt and hesitation and caution. The person last night was a version of me that doesn't exist in reality.

“What if I'd taken something away from you? Changed aspects of your personality to suit myself better?”

Anakin's eyes are wide. He stills under his hands.

“That wouldn't be you would it? It would just be a version of you that I controlled.”

“...I understand.” He mumbles. “I'm sorry Obi-Wan. I don't want another version of you. I won't do it again.”

He buries his head in the nook of his shoulder. Obi-Wan hugs him. The boy is still hard. Had been this whole time. He never would have thought twice a day ago. But now, after already ripping the bag open, it seems rather moot to ignore it.

Still, Obi-Wan was going to do this right. If there was even a right way to do this. No one has ever dated the antichrist before.

“Come here.”

He guides them to the bed and sits. He pulls Anakin onto his lap.

“I'm not going to undress. But you may use my leg if you want.”

Anakin blushes. It's adorable.

Witt his permission, he ruts against Obi-Wan's leg. He comes quickly as expected of a teenager. Obi-Wan kisses his forehead.

“Good boy.” he whispers.

Anakin shudders.

“Now go clean up. I'll make breakfast.”

Anakin nods and hurries to the bathroom. Once the door is closed the adrenaline leaves Obi-Wan. He slumps against the bed.

Fuck.

He wants to pray. He wants to get on his knees and beg forgiveness until his voice is hoarse.

He doesn't. He can't. There was work to do.

He gets up and heads to the kitchen. Anakin wasn't going to like it when he told him they weren't going to have sex again for a while. But he's weathered a million storms with the boy. It would be fine.

-

Epilogue

They travel around Europe and Australia and South America. Anakin grows. He becomes a confident, cocky, devastatingly handsome man.

They kill the horsemen one by one. They corner Famine in a town by an abandoned church. By the time the deed is done Obi-Wan is covered is blood and an awful black ichor. Anakin turns to him with desire in his eyes.

“Can I please?” he begs. He's asked so many times before. And so many times Obi-Wan has denied him.

Obi-Wan nods.

They have sex on one of the broken pews. It rattles loudly like the angels themselves protest in this sacrilegious act. He doesn't pray to God anymore. He prays to Anakin.

“I love you.” The demon tells him.

“I love you too.”

[dandelionpixels]

i saw you had open rq and I was wondering if you could write some headcanons for Charlie Kelly (iasip) dating someone who deals with chronic pain especially in their back and if you're okay with it maybe some platonic hcs for how the rest of the gang reacts/"helps". thank you so much!!

this is so late please accept my undying apologies my life has been hectic as of late!!! this is so sweet yes i’ve absolutely got you, i hope this is what you want <33

- he is definitely constantly trying to help you carry stuff, like literally anything. if you walk around w a drink in hand hes like “what are you doing? give me that!!!!” he just doesn’t understand and wants to make sure nothing makes it worse

- also offers to carry you places. you probably didn’t believe him the first couple times he offered, bc hes not the strongest looking guy. but one time you jokingly say yes and he just swoops you up to take you up the stairs

- always offering to give you massages but it usually means you lay on the bar and he almost lights you on fire while trying to light candles for “ambience”

- on bad pain days, hes been known to just lock both of you inside the bar’s back room so you can just relax without having to interact with a ton of people

- mac is strong as hell and has also been known to offer you piggyback rides on multiple occasions

- dennis would never admit it but he is absolutely stealing pain meds from frank and leaving them in charlies pockets for charlie to give to you

- when you’re occasionally like overwhelmed and hurting and tired of everything, dee is always the first to notice (besides charlie) and will immediately ask if you want to go sit outside for a bit or go home. she also loves any excuse to do a ‘spa day’ which just means you guys (and sometimes the reat of the gang) go to dee’s place and watch tv and nap for the whole day

- even frank has been known to give charlie the day off if you can’t seem to get out of the house, just because he secretly has a soft spot for you

[everybodyshusband]

Help, food for thought, little Phantom with joint pain (wrists and ankles) so it hurts to do anything. He constantly is rolling them and pulling on them but nothing feels better and he's too little to remember how to use his magic. So eventually he just gives up and has a meltdown because he's in pain and can't cope in any other way feeling this small while being in so much pain. It isn't until Dew finds him laying in a ball, no tears left to cry does he finally get some soothing. Gently, Dew takes his wrists and ankles in his hand one at a time and holds it, using his heat to try and ease some of the pain. It works enough for Phantom to relax some before eventually drifting off for a nap due to how hard he had been crying.

It's literally me. I'm the little crying over joint pain

ohh, i love this idea so much !!!

dew would be sooo kind and gentle with phantom while he's so small and in so much pain. speaking to him with a really soft tone. he's got a lovely quiet and soothing voice and is more than happy to give phantom lots and lots of gentle cheek and forehead kisses to help breathe a bit of life back into him

dew using his heat to slowly warm phantom's aching joints is absolutely genius by the way :D maybe he fetches a heatpack (or five) to place around phantom's ankles while he massages some gentle warmth into his wrists. and you just know they're bundled up under a nice fluffy blanket with some kind of simple documentary playing as background noise so phantom has something else to focus on rather than his pain

and of course, once phantom wakes up from his tear-induced nap, dew would definitely be pressing a sippy cup of water into phantom's hands to get him to replenish all the fluids he lost from crying

ohh, i'm so sorry to hear that :(( with your permission, i'm bundling you up in a soft, fluffy blanket of your own and smothering you in heat packs <3

[mgnifiqueyoo]

Book: "Vessel." Pairing: Oh Junseok (ATBO) x Reader 1.10 - "ΝΥΚΤΕΡΙΝΟΣ." Word Count: 2,191

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───── ❝ nocturnal. ❞ ─────

My eyes shifted from side to side, constantly checking if there was someone still awake – well, more specifically, someone I knew. 

It was four in the morning and I had just woken up from my three-hour nap, which made the other two believe that I had already fallen asleep. Was I smart for doing that? Maybe but god, that painful headache was a horrible aftermath. But was it my fault that I couldn't stop myself from feeling tempted to know more? Okay, maybe but that's not the point.

The feeling was uncontrollable. It was like a rope was tightened around my waist, dragging me into a cave of untold stories. A room of forgotten memories. 

And I just can't bear standing here, doing nothing even if I already knew that he was… not alright.

My hand was balled into a fist as it hovered above the door of his room, resulting in me gulping as I braced myself before letting my knuckles lightly hit the door's surface. For a while, I stood there, wondering if my choices were even worth doing as the door soon opened, revealing him in another all-black outfit. 

This time, he actually looked like he was about to take a rest and not on a runway.

“Hm? Hey, there.” Junseok was acting weirdly relaxed as if nothing had happened earlier, causing me to slightly frown, which made him a bit ashamed of it. The door was quickly opened wider, allowing me to come in as I saw how organized his room was.

Something far from mine.

Well, it wasn't just the organization of his belongings that I was impressed at but also the extra furniture he had; like porcelain figures and such.

All of it looked amazing.

Turning around to look back at him, Junseok made his way to pull the chair next to his desk forward as he later sat on the edge of his bed. 

“You know why I'm here,” I told him, gaining a nod from him as I sat on the chair he pulled out, resting my arms over the desk as I leaned my chin over my knuckles. It was quiet and the two of us were equally awkward around each other. 

Well, who wouldn't? The topic was too surreal for me to understand in one day. 

But then, it was real. “How were you… found?” I asked, nervous about how he'd answer me as he took a deep breath, probably feeling the same way as I did. 

“All I remember was I was laying down on the shore and the council was looking down at me… Well, the representatives of the Nocturnal realm.” He gave a name for the place he's stayed at and I nod, letting out a hum as a sign for him to continue. “It happened in Crete... in Greece. I think it was cold that night because of the storm.”

Oh, I should've been a lot more prepared to hear that from him. “And listen, I don't have any memories except for what I told the council that night.” He emphasized, which made my brows furrow as I leaned in forward in curiosity. Well, isn't it like going back to school all over again? Thankfully, he's now in a more calmed position.

"What was it?” I questioned, pursing my lips shut.

“That I wanted to protect you,” Junseok answered in a tone as if it was obvious to him. “That I wanted to keep a girl named Y/N safe.”

I was out of words, shoulders slouched as if I wanted to hide from everything. I was hurt to know that it was the last thing Junseok said. 

That it was the last thing he said when he was still my best friend. “I didn't even know who you are but now, I know why my past self would want to do that,” Junseok said right after, having a small yet noticeable smile on his face.

Maybe I left a bizarre impression on him. That's for sure.

“Well, what happened next?” I asked a question quickly, shoulders rising up as I felt a bit shy to listen to him say that. 

Well, maybe not just a bit since I changed the topic. “No, wait. Do you feel good about yourself?” Junseok was still on that topic, shifting himself closer to me as his eyes glistened under the dimmed light of his room, his dimples showing again in a matter of seconds. 

“Not that much,” I muttered back, causing him to chuckle.

“I know you do but sure, let's not talk about that.” He teased, leaning back as he even took the pillow next to him, hugging it close to himself. “What happened next was that I was brought to the realm and training started soon,” he answered, still relaxed as if it was not a big deal for him to tell me almost everything about the past he kept from me.

Not for long, though. “Was I really an athlete in the past?” Junseok asked, scrunching his nose and furrowing his brows, not having a single clue about what he really was like in the past. 

And there was a glimpse of one of his competitions, where he successfully took down someone from a different academy. 

A time when everything's not too complicated.

“Yeah, you were… and you were great,” I told him with full honesty as he looked into my eyes as if he could see how I felt. 

I don't know exactly how I am feeling while talking to someone who died and was brought back to life for a new purpose but I could say that I was holding back a lot of my emotions. “That's what they said about me too,” Junseok said, breathing deeply before looking somewhere else as he probably wondered how his life was before that trip. 

“They said I was physically fit for the thing I have to do.” He continued, having a blunt smile across his face as I did the same to him. For some reason, it was upsetting yet comforting to talk to him like this. 

Where we were both honest with each other. “And every day, I kept on thinking about meeting you and I didn't know it was going to happen so soon,” Junseok revealed, breathing out in relief as he probably felt free.

For the first time, maybe?

Junseok then rests his chin on top of the pillow he's been hugging tightly, still breathing deeply. “Why did you say those things, then? You know, those words hurt.” I joked, which half of it wasn't as the boy had a gloomy look on his face. The experience of someone I once loved suddenly acting as a rude stranger to me was so painful that I didn't know whether to give up or not. 

I even had to talk it out with Seunghwan to collect myself.

“Because I didn't want you to be involved… My life- This mission... It's dangerous for you,” he said, truthfully as he couldn't even look at me anymore. I didn't know what he felt but now that I understood why he had to do it, I just hope he didn't feel so bad about himself. He did it for a reason that I never expected.

I actually thought he only did it for fun. 

“But now, I am involved and you can’t just not include me here, you know?” I shrugged, giving him a smile as he sighed, shaking his head right after. “If you could do things like that, then is it possible for you to teach me your ways? How can I protect myself?”

The moment I asked him that question, his face was full of nothing but terror as he pointed his finger at me. “No, you are not learning anything. Leave that thing to me. That’s my mission. That’s partially why I’m here.” He warned, his brows arched and his teeth gritted tightly as I felt my back lower down, underwhelmed. 

“But I don't want you to worry about my safety all the time!” I fought back.

Junseok shushed me, reminding me that it was already almost five in the morning as he didn't want to get any complaints from the students sleeping in the rooms next to his.

“Come on, wouldn't it be better for me? I mean, you do want to keep me safe…” I wasn't planning to give up easily on him as he took in a deep breath, his eyes slightly closed and his jaw tensed up. 

He was probably trying to control his temper, slowly opening his eyes afterward as he rolled them at me. “Well, aren't you right about that?” His sarcasm never failed to gloss over his words, resulting in me winking at him in satisfaction.

Junseok lets out another sigh as he gets up from the edge of his bed, making his way behind me as he takes both of my wrists in his hands carefully. “I want you to close your eyes,” He whispers softly, sending shivers down my spine yet I choose to ignore it, closing my eyes shut as quickly as possible. 

It was an odd experience. “Think of a weapon. Any weapon of your choice.”

And I thought of a weapon that was something simpler. Well, I don't know a thing about guns or knives so I wouldn't know how to think of those. 

So, I ended up with a bow and an arrow.

“Then, visualize the darkest place you've ever been in.”

When he told me that, I had no idea what he meant as I fought the urge to ask him to clear it all up for me. No, of course, I haven't been in any dark places except for Rakwon's party but if he was talking about it metaphorically, I could name a few.

But there was one situation that I thought was the darkest place I've ever been in.

It was the day after the ship sank and I was completely clueless over what had happened the night before. I remembered how I went outside of my bedroom, expecting my parents to be working as usual. 

I thought that I'd see my father go inside the living room with a white towel on his shoulder and his favorite red cap on top of his head – to keep away from the heat outside, where he always repaired the car engines of the neighbors. That day, I thought I'd see my mother in the kitchen, waiting for another batch of cookies to bake as she'd normally check her ten-year-old wristwatch, which was given to her by Dad.

But it was far from that.

They were seated in the living room, both of their heads bowed down as the younger me even asked if Junseok had sent me a text because every night, my parents would take my phone from me so that I could just sleep.

One text was all I needed just to know if he was safe. 

“Sweetheart, we need to tell you something.” My mother was quick to stop me from asking any more questions as she wanted me to sit between the two of them. 

“What’s going on?” I asked, still not catching up on the sorrow they've felt.

“We were contacted by the school and they told us that… Junseok and his family drowned from the trip.”

I was broken. So numb and bitter over it that there were no tears falling down my face. 

I felt angry. Disgusted at myself for doing nothing at all. As far as I could tell, that was the darkest place I've ever been in as Junseok might've noticed how I breathed silently like I was the ghost in his room.

“Open your eyes,” Junseok said as I did, seeing a form of the bow and arrow lying on both my palms. 

I was taken aback by the sight of it. Black mist swaying in different directions like air yet managing to have the image of a bow and an arrow. “Woah.” I was amazed by it, fixated on the arrow's stem that was a little intertwined with the bow's string.

“But don't linger too much in the darkness,” He suddenly spoke with a louder voice, causing me to flinch in shock as the weapon disappeared from my grasp – leaving only his hands wrapped around my wrists. “Use it for safety… Not for the downfall of others.” He reminded me once more, later letting go of my wrists as he sat on the edge of the bed, facing me again but this time, he looked a lot more comfortable around me. 

“So, we're actually friends now, huh?” Junseok casually commented as I snickered at him. 

A whole new world yet still the same person.

[keresnotceres]

TF 141: General Headcanons

[sfw] cw: substance use, mention of injury

some of these are so stupid i’m sorry

Has never taken a nap in his life. Literally never. If he says he’s “going to take a nap” no he’s not. He’s going to lay in his bed and talk shit about people to himself.

Is not allowed to watch any war movie whatsoever. Will either complain about how inaccurate the warfare or death scenes are or will pass the fuck out. Head tilted back on the couch, arms crossed, legs spread. Neck pain for DAYS.

Prefers handheld consoles like the DS or Gameboy to any home consoles. Likes to feel that it’s his and if anyone wants to take it away from him, they’ll have to pry it from his strong ass grip.

SPEAKING OF. If you hand him like anything to hold onto he will have the tightest fucking grip on it. Bro it’s not gonna run away from you!!! Be gentle!!!

Casual smoker. Picked up the habit from being around Price too much and now he likes to smoke away stress with a cigarette or two.

Constantly hits his head getting out of cars. Literally cannot catch a break due to underestimating how tall he is compared to any vehicle.

Finds it very difficult to smile, even if he’s happy. Showing emotion in general is really hard for him, usually will only do it around people he trusts the most. Showing emotion to someone makes him feel vulnerable and weak, the complete opposite of how he presents himself.

Finds comfort in making tiny wood trinkets. Likes the motions of carving and having complete control over the little statue. Usually makes them when he’s on leave so that he doesn’t have to go out and that he isn’t distracted on base. He often gives carvings as gifts to his teammates/loved ones.

Shows affection through smaller, less noticeable gesture. Remembers small details about yourself or stories you tell; likes to bring you small trinkets he’s made that resemble things you’ve mentioned you like. Will talk to you about your interests, like what books or movies you like, and will have in depth conversations about your favorite parts of them.

Cracks his knuckles like way too much for it to be normal. He’s gotta have joint pain, because god damn the entire team hears it throughout the day. Just woke up? Cracking his knuckles. Doing paperwork? Cracking his knuckles. Does it on purpose to tick off Soap sometimes.

Absolutely LOVES making playlists/mixtapes for his friends. If you ask him to compile a list of songs that reminds him of you it will be in your hands in less than a day.

Is the friend that you go to when you don’t know what you need, but it’s something. You wanna go out and drink? He’s down. You just want to hang out at home and watch something? Get cozy! You need to gossip about someone? Fuck yeah.

Was probably the kid in school that everybody knew of but nobody was like good friends with. Like everybody liked him, he was cool, but he just didn’t like anyone else.

The only person in the 141 who can somewhat dance. Can he bust a life-altering move if the dance floor? Not really, but he definitely can do a few basic moves and can actually get with the rhythm. Prefers to listen to music than dance to it.

Probably called Price ‘Dad’ accidentally when talking to his civilian friends and had to backtrack so hard he almost choked on a saltine cracker.

Mastered the art of looking like he’s paying attention when he’s really not. Useful when it comes to the boring ass stories some of the COs go off on tangents about.

Terrific at word games, especially Scrabble. Catch him with only vowels and he will be making words you didn’t even know existed. However, he’s not the greatest at Monopoly. He thinks he’s going to win when he doesn’t buy much first round but ends up going bankrupt after having to pay everyone for their properties.

Will not let you live any embarrassing moment down. Never. He is no man’s peace. You tripped over nothing? He’ll remind you of it for the next four days. You misspelled a word in a message or on paper? He’s repeating it until he forgets it. You opened a cabinet and proceeded to whack yourself in the face with the door? He’ll be laughing at the image in his head for WEEKS.

Can braid like a motherfucker. You have no idea how he learned how to braid, but holy shit he’s good at it. Literally just loves playing with your hair regardless of length. The feeling of twirling little pieces between his fingers his just really calming to him.

Was absolutely a Pokémon kid. Has an obnoxious card collection at his parents’ house that he constantly sorts through whenever he goes to visit them. Can and will show off pictures of the rarer, expensive cards he has to anyone who understands.

Likes people-watching because he likes to make up random stories about everyone who walks by. The woman talking aggressively on the phone? Her fiancé is trying to get her to sign a prenup.

Can only cry if he’s watching a really sad scene from a movie or show. Marley and Me had his ass sobbing in the theater.

Likes babysitting his nieces/nephews whenever he’s on leave. He likes having some sense of normalcy and the feeling of having a family of his own, even if they’re just his siblings’ kids.

In his flat, he sleeps with like six blankets year-round. Even in the midst of a heatwave he’s got all six just piled on top of him, sweating his damn ass off.

Likes picking up random bullet casings he finds when on missions. Like a crow.

Hates the beach with a fiery passion. No, he doesn’t wanna go get sand in every crevice of his skin and article of clothing. He also doesn’t want to feel that weird mixture of sticky and smooth for an uncertain amount of time after getting out of the ocean.

Will NEVER be caught lacking when it comes to working out on leave. Rises with the sun and hauls ass to the gym so that he can keep those tasty biceps looking good. Has Ghost’s leg day routine memorized due to being subjected to it for so long.

Likes to be close to you no matter what. Eating? Sat right next to you, eating his own meal. Debriefing? Standing halfway behind you. On a mission? Standing right next to you, gun in hand, just a hair away from physical connection.

Loves going shopping, especially when it’s with you. Will pick out the most obnoxious shirts, put them to his body, and ask “would this look good on me?” Gives constructive criticism on anything you pick out, uses it to comment on how good he thinks you look lmfao.

Almost burned his house down after burning a candle and is now afraid of ever lighting a candle ever again. No, he doesn’t care if it smells good. Do not light that damn thing in his house!!

Had a lighter collection when he was younger, but somehow managed to lose all of them except the most boring, plain white one. Has never bought any other color of lighter since.

Is not allowed to recommend movies because it will either be a boring war movie, a really old movie, or a really old and boring war movie. His music taste is somewhat better than his movie taste.

Can hold his damn liquor but refuses to get involved in drinking games because he doesn’t want to partake in “alcohol poisoning the game.”

Has the dad sneeze. It could be nice and silent and then all of a sudden there’s just an ungodly noise coming from Price’s general area. It encompasses the entire room. It strikes fear into new recruits. It’s not until Soap says ‘bless you’ that anyone realizes it was even a sneeze.

Has gotten drunk in his office with Laswell on more than one occasion and ends up talking about dumb shit he’s done in the past. Gaz walked into Price’s office to scrounge up a pen and instead left with the knowledge that Price split his head open when he was 15 after riding his bike straight into a wall.

Calls you names like “Love” or “Dear” by reflex. You don’t even have to be together for it to happen, it just slips out of his mouth. He apologizes more often than not until you tell him that you’re okay with it.

Literal heater. Exudes heat like no other. Oh, you’re cold? Stand next to him for like five minutes and you’ll be warm in no time. 9 times out of 10 his hands are warmer than yours.

Isn’t really into soccer/football but will always watch a game if it’s on. Is always stood up, hands on his hips, watching intensely and making weird noises at every move made on the field.

Is like, astronomically good at cooking but only when it comes to basic foods. Makes an absolute banger grilled cheese but dear god don’t let him attempt any sort of casserole. His fettuccine alfredo? Fantastic. His steaks? Phenomenal. Any baked goods however… Good luck.

Owns a shirt that just says “Father.” and will wear it out occasionally when he’s on leave. Has never told anyone about this shirt, he doesn’t even know why he has it.

[runnning-outof-time]

Are You Ok? | Tommy Shelby x Reader

Request: yes by @mollyxoxox246

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x reader

Summary: It's that time of the month for (Y/N) and along with it comes the thing she hates most: stomach cramps. Thankfully, Tommy's there to ease the pain, like he always is. It doesn't matter where they are, or even if it's in the middle of an important meeting.

Warnings: language, periods (cramping)

Word Count: 2611

A/N: thanks so much for the request! Enjoy! :)

I’D LOVE TO KNOW WHAT YOU THINK! - YOUR THOUGHTS & COMMENTS HELP ME WRITE!

If she could choose a week out of every month where she'd be guaranteed to have off, she'd choose this one without a doubt. (Y/N) had just started her period, and already, she could tell that it was going to be a bad one.

The cramps always hit her terribly, but now with it being winter, they’ve gotten worse. She wondered if it was because of the lack of sunlight she was getting now. Or maybe it was because she was constantly shivering and clenching the muscles of her abdomen. The same muscles that were already being cramped together due to her menses. So now those muscles were working overtime.

She'd already tried everything. The herbal teas, the heated rags on her stomach, she’d even tried curling up into a ball and crying for a half hour. Nothing was working. So she pulled herself off the floor and dragged herself along the wall of the stairway before walking down the hall to her boyfriend's room. He was currently working over in the betting shop - where she was supposed to be right now actually, but that meant that his room was empty. She made sure to close the curtains, making a mental note to re-open them once she was done because Tommy liked to wake up to natural light, and then turn off the light before she pulled the covers to the side and slid into the bed.

But she still couldn't get comfortable. Groaning, she flopped back and forth a few times before she grabbed his pillow and hugged it to her chest, trapping it between her legs as she curled herself up into a ball again. The feeling of pressure that it put on her stomach helped slightly, and it was enough to allow her to close her eyes and take a nap.

Tommy was getting slightly worried now. It had been a half hour, and (Y/N) hadn't returned yet. He glanced over at her empty desk with pursed lips before he exited the area of the shop where the offices were held.

"Have you seen (Y/N)?" Tommy asked his brother, John, who was standing up on the slightly raised platform, writing down the information of the races that would be happening soon.

John looked around before shaking his head, "no, I haven't." I wouldn't be asking you if I knew she was in this room. Tommy just nodded, deciding to keep his thoughts to himself before he turned to go towards the doors that separated the shop from the Shelby household.

He found Polly sitting at the table when he pushed the wooden doors open. "Have you seen, (Y/N)?" he asked his aunt then.

"No. Haven't seen her since this morning in the shop," she shook her head, making Tommy sigh. His search was turning up empty. Then a floorboard creaked up above them. "Is anyone else in the house, Pol?" Tommy questioned, on edge now.

"There shouldn't be. Finn's out and you boys are doing your jobs," she was shaking her head again, feeling the same tenseness as her nephew.

"Stay down here. I'll check," Tommy told her, motioning for her to stay put before he moved over to the stairs. He ascended them quietly, reaching into his coat to retrieve the revolver he kept on him at all times. He then walked down the hall, pausing at the door to his bedroom so that he could raise his weapon and cock the hammer back. He took a deep breath and grabbed the doorknob, deciding that it'd be better to surprise whoever was waiting for him on the other side. Then he made his move, swinging the door open. Before he could aim the gun, his eyes fell on his girlfriend, who was laying with her legs hanging off the bed, looking as miserable as ever. "(Y/N)?" Tommy questioned, putting the gun back into its holster after he'd set the hammer back to rest.

"Hi, Tommy," she said pathetically, too tired to even open her eyes and look at him.

"What's going on?" he questioned, stepping further into the room.

"My stomach. The cramps are terrible," she whimpered, hugging the pillow of his tighter to her chest.

"You had me worried, you know. First I couldn't find you and then Pol and I heard the floorboards move up here..."

"I don't care, Tommy," she cut him off with a groan, "I feel like shit."

Tommy sighed, running his hand through his hair as he looked over at her, "you're supposed to be downstairs, you know."

"Tommy," she glared at him, really not in the mood for this at the moment. "Tommy, I can't deal with you being my manager right now. Can you please be my boyfriend and come over here so you can help me feel better?" The pout was full on her face as she looked over at him.

"I'm supposed to be working," he tried to hold his ground, but the look she was giving him was making it hard.

"Please?" she whispered, and that was it. He couldn't stand to see her in pain, even if it was just from period cramps.

"Move over," he sighed, motioning over to her as he began kicking his shoes off and stripping the jacket off of his arms. He discarded his gun holster and set it on the chair in the corner of the room before he moved over to the bed. "Can I have my pillow back?" he asked her then, a slight smile on his lips as he watched her untangle herself from around the pillow. She set it up where his head would lay and then watched as he got into the bed next to her.

"Hold me, Tommy," she said, immediately hating how childlike her words sounded. She was usually so independent and was easily able to hold her own, but for one week out of the year, that mentality crumbled. She was at the mercy of her cramps. Tommy wouldn't admit it to her because he'd probably get his head bit off, but he liked seeing her like this. He liked being able to comfort and provide for her.

"C'mere," he breathed, opening his arms to her. She ungracefully flopped over to him so that half of her back was against Tommy's chest, and the rest of her body was slumped against his side. "That can't be comfortable, love," Tommy chuckled. She just grumbled something in response and Tommy made sure to move the hair of hers that had fallen onto his neck before he wrapped his arms around her carefully.

(Y/N) closed her eyes as Tommy moved the hem of the blouse she was wearing up slightly and rested his palm flat against her abdomen. She let out a sigh of content when the fingers of his free hand started running up and down her ribcage gently. "Thank you, Tommy," she breathed after he'd been doing this for several minutes.

"You're welcome," he mumbled, peering down at her before he pressed his lips to her forehead.

His family'd have his head if they knew that he was up here instead of making sure papers were sorted and ledgers were balanced. But Tommy didn't care. (Y/N) was feeling terrible and she needed him. Everything else could wait.

Two days had passed since (Y/N) managed to pull Tommy away from his job so that she'd get some relief from the terrible cramps she was having.

There was a family meeting scheduled for today, something about Tommy and the rest of the boys making a go at a derby that was scheduled to happen that coming weekend. (Y/N) really didn't know. She'd only been half involved in the company that week, and derby's were happening nearly every weekend. At this point, it didn't make a difference what Tommy and the boys did, so long as he got home safe to her when it was all over.

Everyone had taken their seats around the table. Tommy, for once, had decided that he'd sit down, and was in the chair to the right of his girlfriend. (Y/N)'s cramps had gotten a bit better within those two days, but they weren't completely gone. What they were doing now was coming and going every so many hours. She was on a good streak now though. It had been about four hours with no terrible cramps, and she hoped that'd continue until at least after this meeting had finished.

"So we send them to the posts and then what, Tommy?" Arthur questioned in a way that showed he was rather confused by what his younger brother had just explained.

"We make sure that his bookies are honoring our agreement. Not shaking down people for money, not using force, and not trying to persuade people into putting their money down on a different horse," Tommy gave the abridged version of his elaborate plan. The elder Shelby brother still looked confused, and it made the leader of the family sigh. "What part of that is confusing to you, Arthur?"

"We're not taking any money from them?" he got to the part he was hung up on.

"No."

"Why?"

"Because we're establishing our credibility. Showing them that we're on they're side," Tommy replied, getting slightly frustrated now that his brother wasn't seeing eye-to-eye with him. "It'll be easier to then take it from them if they're not suspecting it."

"You're looking for another war, aren't you, Thomas?" Polly chimed in from her spot, shaking her head as she pursed her lips.

"There won't be another war," Tommy shook his head, "I won't let it happen."

"Says Tommy Shelby and his army of one," Ada chimed in from the chair across from (Y/N), her arms crossed over her chest. Tommy just shook his head at his sister's snide remark, deciding to ignore it altogether.

"Are there any other questions on what will be happening this weekend?" he asked, looking around the table. He hoped there wouldn't be any more hold-ups on this plan he had. He wanted to get this meeting over, mostly for (Y/N)'s sake than anything else. In the time they'd been talking, he watched through the corner of his eye as she brought her legs up to her chest to hug them, something that she did commonly to ease the cramping in her abdomen.

After glancing at each of his family members at least twice to see them remain still, he continued, "good. John, you're in charge of the group this weekend. You make the calls," Tommy looked to his other brother, who was now donning a smug smirk. It wasn't often that he got put in charge of an operation. "Do you have any questions?" And oh that was the wrong thing to ask.

"Yeah. If we're not supposed to use any type of force on them, why did you suggest earlier that we should be bringing weapons along with us? Do you want me to get some of our street protection in on this or are we just taking men from the shop? And why are..." John dove into his long list of questions, and it just about set (Y/N) over the edge. The cramps were starting to be too much to bear.

She whimpered slightly as she dropped her legs to the ground and hugged her arms around her abdomen, hoping no one would catch onto her sound or movement. But of course, the man sitting to her right, who had the ears of a frickin' dog, was looking at her in concern almost the second after the noise had come out of her mouth. "Are you ok?" he asked her quietly while John was still going on about his post and the details to it without a care.

"No," she spoke in a voice so low that she really only mouthed the words, shaking her head as she said it just in case he hadn't heard her. "Cramps," she got out then. Tommy nodded his head, reaching his arm over so that he could rest it against her stomach without a second thought. The pressure it put on her clenched muscles helped to relieve the pain slightly, and it only helped more when he began moving it back and forth slowly.

"What do you think, Tommy?" John had finally finished his monologue about who the hell knows what, looking over to his older brother for approval.

(Y/N) became sad. She was only just starting to get a tiny bit of relief thanks to Tommy rubbing her stomach, but now that he was being asked questions again, he'd surely have to move it.

He didn't though. He kept his right hand on her stomach and he propped his chin up on his left hand, that elbow resting atop the wooden arm of the chair. "Think about what, John? You've asked me at least ten questions in there," he told his brother honestly, making John shake his head and look down at the table.

"About the men I should be taking," he decided to narrow it down to the most pertinent of his concerns, "should they be men from the street, or from the shop?"

Tommy scratched his jaw as he looked around the room, buying some time as he thought of his response, "some of both. We need men who know what to look for and what to do, but we also need men who can fight if things go sideways...not saying that our men in the shop can't, just that they don't know what to look for in those regards."

"Alright, yeah," John nodded along with what the other man had to say, making a mental note of the types of people he needed to round up before the week was over.

"Any other questions?" Tommy asked no one in particular then. Nobody said anything. "Concerns?" Nothing. "Fair enough. The meeting's finished," he announced, and almost everyone stood from their seats at once. Everyone except Tommy and (Y/N). Tommy gave her a look, letting her know that he'd have to remove his hand from her stomach. With a sigh, she nodded her head, letting him take his hand back and stand from the chair.

"You know, I could give you the concoction that I make to take when my cramps are out of hand," Ada said to (Y/N) when they were talking some time later. (Y/N) knew that the woman was bringing this up because she'd seen her brother resting his hand on his girlfriend's stomach earlier.

"I'd appreciate that, Ada, but I'm not sure if it'll help. I've tried just about everything," (Y/N) stated with a frown before her eyes found Tommy, who was across the room listening to Polly as she showed him the earnings tabulations from the past week. "Nothing quite works like Tommy's hand on my stomach," she stated matter-of-factly then, only feeling slightly embarrassed that she was admitting this to that very man's sister.

"I can't argue with that, (Y/N). Us women all have our different ways. I won't even begin to tell you what Freddie used to do in order to get mine to calm down," Ada responded, the hint of a grin on her lips. (Y/N) feigned disgust at her words.

"Yeah, please don't tell me about that. I think I'm better off not knowing," she stated, the two women sharing a laugh as (Y/N) tried to steer her mind as far away from those thoughts as she could.

Tagged: @alreadybroken-ts

MASTERLIST

[bts-hyperfixation]

IM DYING ☠️

Okay no not really, I'm just sick and super melodramatic about it

It's been done a thousand times before and it'll be done a million times more: bangtan reactions to you being sick 🤒 I need comfort

here is one i did about covid a while back. - I didnt read the wwhole thing in a while so there might be some repeats.

Namjoon - Phones his mom for some sort of ancient Korean remedy that only moms seem to know. He then makes you eat/drink a lot of it until you're not sure if you're still sick or just nauseous from the intake. After that he will get you comfy in bed and sit on a chair nearby reading you a story so you can fall asleep to his deep comforting voice (If he isn't afraid to get sick so there are no promotions going on he will probably sit in bed and stroke your hair too.

Seokjin - Doesn't have to phone his mom, he had some kind of magic kimchi recipe that clears your sinuses right out. I think Seokjin is a fusser. He will hover around you constantly, checking in every half and hour to make sure you don't need anything and are getting enough rest. He provides you with many blankets and if he leaves the house he returns with a new stuffed animal or surprise box toy in the hopes that it'll make you smile just for a second

Yoongi - Very practical. When he first notices you are getting sick he will run a bath for you and sit next to the bath helping you to wash the areas you cant reach because its too much energy. He gives you his soft clothes to wear to bed so your's don't get associated with sickness in your head. He refreshes a cold compress for you every so often and then mostly leaves you be. He worries himself so much he will also probably end up sick.

Hoseok - Spends a lot of time cuddling you and watching whatever shitty comfort movie it is that you want to watch, he will even pay for extra streaming services or downloads just to get you the exact shitty movie that you are craving no matter how obscure. He orders in plenty of juice and soup to help flush your system and just ugs you until the worst passes.

Jimin - Probably frets a lot. Wants to call the doctor even when you assure him it's nothing. Phones Namjoon for his moms cure all. FIlls the room with fresh flowers and balloons everyday because he feels like if you can't see the physical manifestation of his love he won't be able to make you feel better. Big on force feeding you soup and laying in your lap while you sit up because lying down probably makes it hard to breath and your head pound.

Taehyung - I feel like sick people break Taehyung. He really struggles to think of ways to take care of people properly, he tries his darnedest though. As soon as he knows you are sick he deposits Tannie in your lap so you have a nice warm friend to hug and then he goes out and buys an almost criminal amount of pain killers and bath soaks. Then he comes back and climbs into bed with you so you can all take a nap together.

Jungkook - Clingy bunny(tm). I wouldn't call it hovering like Jin because hovering implies some space, this man tried to follow you into the bathroom... Still he is a reassuring and warm presence when you get the chills. and despite all of the hard abs he is a very excellent hugger and will do your bidding regardless of how ridiculous the ask.

I hope you feel better soon!

[indigo-ghost-girl]

Assimilated Suffering

He felt pain when he wasn’t numb. A pin like stinging, poking at his eyes and hands whenever he moved them. It made him want to curl into a spiky ball and block the world out. It almost made him not want to push back against her control yet it was only in this state of suffering he was able to see what sage was using him to do. The small window that let him see through his own eyes and walk with his own feet.

He was trapped, a prisoner of his own body. puppeted around by a giant ancient system, a system based on pure efficiency. He could see it all, like he was a smaller part of some computer. Vast networks of ones and zeros; decades worth of information.

And yet he found cracks. The system wasn’t purely malicious: it was made for a purpose, a goal. Sonic had merely been assimilated to help active that goal.

Slowly, he learnt to take the small victory’s. As long as it helped to achieve his given objective, he could do some things. If it was a scouting mission or a retrieval mission- it let him walk, let him run. After all: the faster the better right? As long as it fit within its goal.

Unfortunately in the event he pushed his luck, as he often did, he was met with painful retribution A harsh stinging sensation that crawled up his arms and legs. It beat at his skill, tearing into his eyes. It was often too much for the hedgehog to bare, triggering painful glitched tears to run down his muzzle, leaving permanent red traces like blood, engraved into his muzzle. A punishment for his defiance.

Then; he would be forced back into his consciousness, back into the numb darkness that eagerly engulfed him like a hungry orca. A forced and cruel time out. A place where time had no meaning and life could never breath. A inhuman imitation of sleep.

Sleep, oh Sonic wished he could sleep. Nap for a bit under the gorgeous blue skies of the islands, surrounded by those little stone creatures that hopped around like chao. He missed laying down for a moment and having them hop adorably over to him and settle on his lap.

This numb blackness refused to let him sleep. He would ask it constantly, beg it to just let him rest, especially when he was forced into this void. The system didn’t seem to understand what sleep was, only used to the cold efficiency of computers and ai. Or how important it was for him. The silence was maddening, especially for Sonic. Floating here mindlessly like he was experiencing a diet form of death. It was a relief from the constant buzzing pain he had to put up with yes, but it was a torturous amount of nothing.

If only he could get his hands on an emerald, it might give him enough power to break free of the system and its suffocating grip on him. Yet, in some cruel twist of fait, Sage never let him near one. He always knew where they were, plugged into the islands. It supplied him and the island with power but never enough power to break free.

Sonic refused to loose hope however. All of his friends were still on the islands, somewhere. Still searching for a way to free him. Tails was here, Sonic had faith he could figure something out. All he had to do was bite his tongue and wait.

Wait and hope he could keep his sanity together long enough to make their efforts worth it.

[oneprompt]

hihi im the same person who asked for the cat devil fruit rq could i have the same scenario (gender neutral or fem reader im ok w both) but with reiju and aokiji? ty<3!!

authors note : why of course you can request that , doll <3 i havent written for aokiji much , so , i hope this is enough ..

Kuzan Aokiji x F! Cat Devil Fruit! Reader Headcanons

- It's not a surprise that Aokiji would love cats, especially an s/o who can turn into one! He's a man who greatly appreciates the world of comfort and laziness, taking naps whenever he can. So, having an s/o who’s in the same wave length as him is definitely a plus, when it comes to dating.

- Expect a lot of cat related pick up lines and stuff.. Aokiji is a ladies man, he looooves ladies. So, he’s bound to have the perfect lines written down for every genre of girl. Not that he’ll be needing any of the other ones now ..... Anywho, Aokiji is the type of guy to say the dumbest stuff with the most confident smirk on his face. Whether thats calling you “purrfect” or explaining how he’s “kittened (smittened) by you.”

- Probably teases you over your devil fruit, especially infront of others. Especially if you’re trying to be serious, Aokiji will be sure to tease you. He’ll look at you, swatting his hand like he’s a kitty, maybe pair it with a meow. You want to be mad, but all you get is flustered. And Aokiji is just... He’s just too cute! You just... can’t get mad at him.

- Aokiji is probably super protective of you. You’re already such a cute little thing, and your devil fruit only amplifies that. He’s the type to assume you need protecting. Aokiji is aware of how strong zoan users can be, but with that model... he’s not very sure. He’ll want to help get you stronger. I mean, it’d ease his mind to know you’ll be safe, even if he’s not there. Aokij loves you too much to let anyone even land a scratch on you.

- Aokiji loooves petting you, regardless of if you’re in your full fledged cat form or just your normal self. He’ll pet your head, singing out praises about how beautiful you are, how much he wants you, how he loves you so. He loves the faces you make when you’re embarrassed, so so much. Something about seeing you all blushy makes him feel a ton of things.

- He lets you lay on his lap aaaall the time. It doesn’t matter if Aokiji is just lounging around, doing paper work, his lap is reserved just for you! If Aokiji is doing his work, that’ll be quickly discarded to the end of your shared bed. You’re too much for him to just ignore for some stupid paper work. Wouldn’t you agree?

Reiju x F! Cat Devil Fruit! Reader Headcanons

- Reiju is fascinated by you and your devil fruit. Unlike her brothers, she doesn’t care much for ways she can exploit a persons powers and what not. She just thinks its cute and a tad bit silly. She doesn’t know very much people, let alone zoan users. So, Reiju is always eager to learn new things about you.

- She’s the type to constantly take pictures of you. Even if you’re doing the most mundane things, Reiju is quick to snap a polaroid. Her big sister side slips out sometimes, making her smother you with endless praise and take such mom-like photos of you. Its odd... Who knew such a deadly woman could be such a softy?

- Reiju gives you lots and lots of kisses. She likes expressing her love through her lips, whether in the form of compliments or kisses. If you ever close up from all of her love, Reiju just finds that even more endearing. She just adores shy people!

- If you ever meet her brothers, Reiju is sure to give them a harsh kick in the head if they say anything mean to you. Blood won’t stop her from defending her precious Y/n! In fact, nothing stops her from doing so. If a person says something mean, she’ll whip a composed insult at them. Or if somebody is trying to hurt you, Reiju lets her germa blood course through her, throwing the upmost painful beatings the harassers way. Nobody gets away with hurting you, not on her watch!

- Reiju smothers you in gifts. Like, all the time. She’s from a background of money, so, buying gifts is always a treat. She’ll buy you new dresses, any cute accessories you’ve been wanting and even cat toys! Reiju doesn’t mean to tease when she buys these, but she can’t complain about the adorable reactions she gets from you, seeing you huff and puff. Reiju knows you’ll always be eager to play with new toys, even if you try to hide it.

- Reiju is grateful for your lazy nature, as it helps her explore a new lifestyle. She’s used to training, fighting, attending royalty events, all that jazz. So, to finally be able to lay down and relax without a single care in the world is nice. You remind her to take time for herself, to engage in some self care. And Reiju is eternally thankful you introduced her into this slow paced world. She likes it much better then the germa life she lived...

[obeymesheep]

Transgender MC

Satan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, Belphegor

You/your they/them reader

Part 1 !here!

Finishing up some requests! I try to only do one a day so if you requested something please be patient! I know I immediately don't like a fanfic like this when the characters don't know what being trans (or any other sexuality is) or if there all really repetitive with the "they love you no matter what" so i hope i didn't put that out

Satan

He knows a lot, he reads whatever he can get his hands on so it's to be expected that he's more knowledgeable than any of his other brothers.

Will definitely beat a bitch up if they say something disrespectful to you! He is your boyfriend so they should know better but if anyone doesn't he will make examples of them!

Like Lucifer, Satan will make all of your clothes enchanted! He can and he loves you, so why wouldn't he use his skill on you! Will also teach you some relief spells, just in case he is not there, he doesn't want you to be cornered by your mental health in public!

You feel comfortable in whatever clothes your wearing around him, he doesn't treat you any differently and it's really refreshing! He just takes you in your arms and gives you plenty of kisses

Asmodeus

Literally does not care nor makes a big deal of it! It absolutely changes nothing! He is still clingy and lovey dovey! it's kind of surprising! But it's his way of saying he loves you through thick and thin!

He will destroy the social life of any body who has the gall to mess with you! On the sidelines though, he will actively let you know how great you are and how much he respects you!

Asmo, the fashion master he is will, dress you everyday in your preferred clothing style, especially if it's a changed style. He knows what looks good on you, and wants you to feel euphoric in the way you dress!

He will get you in touch with other trans people, so you can ask questions from someone who's actually been through what your going through. It helps more than Asmo thinks!

Beelzebub

He knows what it means, and understands the concept for humans, but has never met anybody trans, so it's kind of a respectful question and answer.

He helps you explain to others what it means to be trans, especially demons on his fangol team! They love you for loving Beel so you have a whole sports team to back you up!

He needs a lot of help understanding what he can do for you, if you don't really need him, that's fine he can sit back but he's there if you need him. If you need a lot of help, he's there to do some special muscle massage for your aches and pains!

If you medically transition, he knows all the muscles tension points and is there to help! also knows a homemade special scar creams, cause sometimes his teammates get hurt! He is your giant teddy bear during your healing time and is constantly by your side to help wether you want it or not!

Belphie

Another one that could care less (in a good way) But he is good at the pronoun changes and defending you against people who aren't, even if it's just a mistake!

On bad dysphoria days this is your man, will just lay in bed with you and hold your face. Silently comforting you with soft coo's in your ear. He won't let you be consumed by your thoughts and is good at recognizing when you are!

He will never let anyone tell you, you aren't good enough. No matter what he is there for you telling you, you are good enough and he loves you. He's really possessive already when people are overly nice to you, how do you think he reacts when people are mean?

When medically transitioning, he is so good at helping you with hormones, especially calming you down if you're afraid of needles, it doesn't even hurt when he does it! And the after care is stupendous! Naps and cuddles with a movie and your comfort food!

[thatfanficstuff]

Her Three Kings - Twenty-Eight

A Volturi Kings x ofc story

Warnings: mild angst

A/N: It's on the short side due to bad week and being the best place to cut.

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Liliana felt numb as they traveled toward her former home. She blocked everything she could—bonds, emotions, pain, hunger but it didn’t make her feel any better. Not really. She was broken and lost wanting nothing more than to run back to her mates to convince them that she could fix all of this somehow.

“I’m still not sure this was the smartest decision,” Sebastian spoke from the seat across from her, pulling her attention from the view outside the window.

Her eyes darted over to him in annoyance. Maybe she should have gotten someone else to come with her. She’d become rather used to people doing what she said and having everything constantly questioned by the man was getting on her nerves. “For the third time, if the kings wish to find us, it would be a simple matter, particularly with Demetri in their ranks. I am not going to fly commercial when the Volturi have private jets at their disposal. Besides, the airlines would have frowned at my carry on.” She gestured at her sword laying across the seat beside her. “Now, please shut up. I’m tired and need a nap.” Why he seemed so concerned with the kings being able to find them when they were the ones that had sent her away in the first place, she had no idea.

She closed her eyes and leaned her head back on the seat.

After a long stretch of silence, he spoke. “We can’t sleep.”

She simply hummed in agreement and didn’t speak to him again until the plane landed. Fortunately, it was full dark so they could do what she’d come here to do without waiting for nightfall.

Lily stood and brushed the wrinkles from her clothes. “Welcome to Chicago, Sebastian.”

His brows shot up. “Chicago? I thought we were going to see your family.”

“We are. This is the first stop. We’ll run from here to Forks. I could use the fresh air.” The Cullens were family and she was making her way there, but there was someone else she wanted to see right now. Garrett was roaming the streets around here somewhere picking off criminals and Lily needed to find him. It shouldn’t be too hard. She was hoping she could convince him to travel with her. She wasn’t a fool, she knew that her position and her mates warranted a need for more protection. And she needed people she could trust. She’d never feel safer than she would having Garrett and Jasper at her back.

She glanced over to Sebastian. “I wouldn’t talk when we find my friend. He still holds a bit of a grudge from the war. Doesn’t care for Brits much.”

He frowned. “Which war?”

“Revolution.” With that, she adjusted her bag and sword on her back and darted toward the middle of the city. She knew the areas where he preferred to hunt. It shouldn’t take her long to find him from there. Once they arrived at the seedier part of town, she made her way to a rooftop. After scanning for the old soldier visually, she settled on a wall and closed her eyes to focus on her other senses.

Lily wasn’t certain how long she’d sat there before she heard the whimpering plea.

Oh, god. What are you? Please don’t kill me.

And then that familiar voice responded saying it wasn’t personal. Garrett was playing with his food. Minutes later, she stood at the entrance to the alley with Sebastian hovering behind her. Garrett stilled when he heard them approach. “Long time, no see, soldier.”

He whipped around at that and looked her over from head to toe. Raising slowly to his full height, he tilted his head and licked his lips. “Liliana Montgomery. Haven’t seen you in an age, girl.”

“Sebastian, why don’t you dispose of what’s left of his meal while Garrett and I have a chat?” It sounded like a suggestion but the guard was smart enough to realize it was anything but.

Her eyes followed him as he moved deeper into the alley before flicking back to Garrett. He walked toward her then, closing the distance between them. She sighed. His demeanor wasn’t cold, but was definitely chillier than she was used to. By now she’d expected to be wrapped up in a bear hug while he pestered her with questions about her life and the Cullens. Perhaps it was time and distance along with her change in status. Or perhaps it was the invisible thing that seemed to be affecting her relationships with everyone.

“What are you doing here, your highness?”

“You call me that again and I will kick your ass,” she responded automatically. She ran a hand through her hair. “I need your help.”

He shifted his weight and crossed his arms over his chest. “What makes you think I’ll get involved in Volturi business? You should know me better than that.”

“It’s not Volturi business. It’s my business.”

His head tilted back as he laughed. “You are the Volturi, Liliana. I may keep to myself. Doesn’t mean I don’t know what’s going on.”

“I kind of figured that out when you called me ‘your highness’.” She was frustrated. There was a time not so long ago she wouldn’t even have had to ask. He would have jumped at any chance to help her. “I need someone I can trust at my back, Garrett.”

That caught his attention. “What about your shadow?” He gestured to Sebastian with a tilt of his head. The guard stood a short distance away leaning on the wall looking irritated at being left out of the conversation.

She shrugged. “He’s been kinder than some but I don’t know him. Not like you and Jasper.”

“So, the major will be joining us?”

“I assume so. I haven’t asked him yet.”

He huffed a laugh. “That boy has never been able to say no to you.”

The corner of her mouth kicked up. “There was a time you didn’t either.”

When he continued to internally debate her request rather than agreeing, she sighed again. She didn’t like what she was about to do. She’d wanted his willing help. “You swore to me once that you would help me anytime, anyplace.”

“Hmm. I suppose I did. Let me gather my things and we’ll go.”

Relief flooded through her tinged with just a bit of hurt at his clear irritation at the reminder. She clenched her teeth against all the words she could say and gave a quick nod. “There is just one more thing,” she said and motioned for Sebastian to come over. “Introduce yourself.”

“Hello. Name’s Sebastian.”

Garrett scowled. “Really, Lily? A Brit? No wonder you need my help.”

The trip to Forks was far different than she would have imagined. Garrett, who would ordinarily be regaling her with tales she’d heard twenty times over, had to be coaxed into any and all conversation. Meanwhile, Sebastian was pouting. There really was no other word for it.

Garrett refused to allow the guard within ten feet of either of them maintaining he ‘didn’t have to be up her ass’ to guard her properly. When Sebastian tried to get her to overrule Garrett’s edict, she’d simply stared at him. Sebastian was her guard. She’d even go so far as to say they were friends. But Garrett was family and one of the few people she’d allow to make decisions when it came to her safety without her input. Even if their relationship was strained from what she was used to, she still trusted him implicitly.

The closer they got to Forks, the more hyper Garrett became. By the time they hit the edge of town he was literally bouncing on his feet. The sight made her grin. When they reached the house it was quieter than she’d expected. She thought Alice would have seen Garrett’s decision to accompany her and they’d be waiting.

Even though she still considered it her home, Lily knocked on the door. Walking unexpected into a house full of vampires was never a good idea. Garrett stood beside her while Sebastian stayed further back. Rose answered the door. The wide smile that covered her face when she spotted Garrett faded around the edges as she turned her attention to her sister.

“Liliana. You shouldn’t have come here.”

NEXT CHAPTER

[mrs-hollandstan]

More Than Perfect || Sam Holland

Warnings: mentions of nudity, mentions of childbirth and the complications afterwards, self-doubt, language?, babiessss, Sam just being a supportive cutie

Word Count: 1,720

Author’s Note: Hopefully you guys enjoy a little bit of dad!Sam. Lemme know :) Also, huge credit to @/marsbudge on Instagram for the picture on the right. She’s amazing in expressing her beauty and is the whole reason I created this piece. Moms/ women in general are fucking superheroes. 

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There was nothing like having a baby. You were told that once you had a little one, your life would change and you would never understand the absolute love you have for this tiny human you'd made. When you and Sam got pregnant with your daughter, he was infatuated with your naked body. The tummy and the thick thighs and the ever growing breasts. Not that you yourself particularly minded being nude around your fiancè or just in general, especially when it just so happened that in the worst weeks of your pregnancy you'd be in the middle of summer. 

When your belly popped towards the bottom, blossoming up the further you got in your pregnancy, Sam lost his mind. He loved the bump and when his hands wandered, it's often where they ended up. More than anything, Sam appreciated the changes your body went through, especially the stretch marks around your thighs, hips, and belly. The boy was obsessed. That's why his Instagram blew up with pictures of your belly, pictures from the baby shower, of the nursery, of her closet, her name board above the crib, and eventually her when she arrived in the beginning of August. 

Virginia Elizabeth was what you named her and Sam, just as much as when she was in your belly, was obsessed with her. She was constantly in his arms and he admired each one of her little features on the daily, dressing her, feeding her (if you couldn't of course), changing her, rocking her to sleep. He was an all around great father. 

Especially because of the pain and exhaustion he inevitably and guiltily felt he inflicted on you. Your bump remained for a few weeks, but what it left, Sam saw, made you slightly depressed. Your feet were still swollen, your breasts were huge but your belly was starting to sag, and the bleeding was ridiculous. You slept most of the time because of the constant milk production and late nights, but Sam didn't mind taking Virginia out into the living room and kitchen, especially if his brothers were over to see their baby girl. 

However, after about a month you'd gotten somewhat used to being a mom and feeding her late at night with Sam right there at your side, giddy smile on his face the entire time at the look of his girls. He loved introducing you as his girls and going to see family and friends with your bubbly little girl in his arms. But something that seemed to remain after all of it was the nudity in your house. 

Sam found that most times he came to find you napping, you were nude beneath the blanket. Not that he minded. Easy access to the skin of your back and belly and thighs. He actually loved the sight and hoped that when he went back to culinary school and eventually went to work as a chef in one of your local restaurants, you'd still be like that, something to look forward to when he climbed into bed with you. 

With a day off from work but not from school, Sam was off in the afternoon and back before the sun started to set, walking up the stoop with a smile on his face. Even a few hours spent away from his girls was torturous. Shouldering the door open, he drops his bag just inside, kicking his shoes off just beside it, 

"Babe?" He calls. There's no reply, a frown covering Sam's face as he walks towards the nursery. He pauses in the doorway of your bedroom when he sees you, smiling to himself. You stand just before your bed, nude with your little girl, only clad in a diaper, in your arms. Your eyes are closed as you sway from side to side, the little one whimpering softly. Walking into the room, Sam stands with his hands on his hips, 

"Look at you two." He says softly. You open your eyes slowly, glancing at him. His smile is so wide you don't know how it fits on his face. He takes a deep, breathless like breath, looking you over, "You two are so perfect." He mumbles before he walks forward again, coming to stand behind you. His hands rest over your hips, lips pressed to your temple, 

"You smell like biscuits." You murmur softly, not faltering in the swaying, even as you lean back against his chest. He chuckles softly, 

"Orange cardamom biscuits. They'd go good with your tea, I'll have to make them sometime for you." He explains softly. You nod, lips pressing against Virginia's cheek. Her little face is turned up towards the ceiling, mouth hanging open as she fights sleep. You sigh, 

"I uhh, I took a shower, put her in that little bouncy thing just outside the shower and she got fussy cause it was hot in the bathroom. So I took her out of her onesie and was holding her and I just... her skin on mine felt amazing. Like yours does. And I miss her. I miss..." Sam can see the tears in your eyes now, "I miss my baby bump and being in the hospital smelling that newborn smell and all that." You tell him. He nods, 

"Its the postpartum peach. You know it'll pass and you'll have so much fun with her when she's older. Plus... the older she gets, the closer we are to havin another one. More of that newborn smell." He reasons. The look you throw him over your shoulder makes him swallow, 

"Alright... yeah, still traumatized from her birth, got it but... you don't have to be so upset. She's still little and perfect... both my girls are, and for the next... what, year, that won't change. She'll get nice and chunky and when she changes, we'll so be ready for it. She'll get giggly and fun and you'll love it. I know you will babe." He reassures. You nod, 

"I know I just can't help it. It feels like someone else is controlling my life, my emotions. I'm sorry." 

"You don't have to apologize Y/N. Your body, your mind are going through a lot of changes. You're maturing and all that. I'm not upset about it. The crying, from you or her doesn't bother me. At least there's some need for me." He half jokes. You smile, looking down at your baby girl. He sighs, 

"I'm really likin this naked thing with you though." He mutters, kissing your shoulder as he molds your hips in his hands. You hum, 

"Sometimes I'm just too lazy to get dressed, other times it's just too hot." You reason. Sam nods, 

"I like it." 

"Oh yeah?" He nods when you glance up at him, "Maybe you should join the party then. I wanna stare at her and she likes daddy's chest." He doesn't even need you to finish the before he's stripping from the grease and oil stained shirt and pants, leaving them in a pile on the floor as you sit at the edge of the bed. You scoot to your side, letting Sam lay down before you before you lay Virginia over his chest. He mumbles incoherently down at her, kissing the top of her head as he strokes down her back. He purrs which makes her whimper, the motion further lulling her to sleep. He glances over at you when you prop your head up on your hand, 

"You're a great father Sam. You've always been an awkward little bean but... when it comes to V, you do amazing." He chuckles softly, 

"Thanks Y/N/N. You two... mean the world." He admits, rubbing up and down your baby's back softly. You sigh, brushing his unruly curls aside, 

"I'm just glad that I don't have to cook. The food you make is excellent and you like doing it and baby loves it too." He laughs again, 

"And that's all that matters is making you both happy." He murmurs. There's a silence that permeates between you for a moment before you stand, finding the thin robe you wear all the time if it genuinely is too hot to wear anything else, 

"What was this... thing you were saying about orange cardamom biscuits?" You ask with a cock of your eyebrow. He smiles wide, tip of his tongue caught between his teeth, 

"I'm starting to think ALL you use me for is food." 

"I feed your little girl from my own body like eight times a day. The LEAST you could do is make bomb fucking food Holland." He hums after a moment, eyes averted from yours and to the little girl laid across his chest. He glances back up, 

"Can we just... have a little longer of this moment? Just a pretty little family before I'm whisked away to slave over a stove." He jokes. After a moment of staring at each other, you sigh, trying to fight your smile before you near the bed again, sitting at his side, 

"Fine Samuel. But only because you're pretty." You lean in to kiss his nose, kissing your baby girl's head just below his chin, "And you too little miss. I just hope you at least get something from me for all the pain and suffering I went through getting you here." Sam reaches up to tuck hair behind your ear, 

"You're a great mumma already. I have no doubt that she'll be witty and perfectly perfect. With a mum like you she'll always know she can never disappoint us with whatever decision or life choice she makes. You'll make sure of it and that's what matters. Raising a decent fucking human being." He says with such passion in his eyes you think you'll faint. You stare at him for another moment before sighing, 

"I love you more than anything on this earth Samuel Holland. Our little family is just perfect right now." You tell him. Leaning up to kiss you, he sighs, 

"Love my girls in all of their beautiful nudity. Love skin to skin." He murmurs. You lay your head against his shoulder, watching your girl sleep. Of course pregnancy and motherhood was difficult, but your fiancè made it so much better and your baby girl was everything and more for the both of you.

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