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smuttysabina · 11 months

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Poki Pops your Cherry

(Pokimane x Male Reader, 2000 words) Tags: First time sex, blindfolded sex, blowjob, creampie, extremely thick asses, wide breedable hips.

Poki welcomes you into her room with a knowing smile, her soft hands confidently pulling you towards the bed. Your heart hammers in your chest, you cannot believe that this is really happening, that Pokimane is actually going to take your virginity... Noticing your nervousness, she soothes you, everyone is jittery when they first meet up, even her! She gently guides you onto the edge of the mattress, still holding you hands is she earnestly squeezes them, "Just relax okay? This will be fun I promise, but you've got to chill a little bit. That's it, deep breaths, in and out, in and out... there you go. Now its nice to meet you, as you know my name is Pokimane, and yeah, we're going to be having sex! Its always awkward during this first part, but it will get better I promise. Okay so tell me about yourself... oh- oh! Wait this is going to be your first time? Oooooh I'm so excited! I love teaching guys how to fuck, this is going to be so fuuuuun. First things first, strip for me, I gotta see what I'm working with!"

With Poki urging you on, you shyly strip off your clothes while she watches approvingly from the bed, her legs crossed elegantly. She nods in satisfaction, as she takes in the whole picture, she's glad you're decently cute. She doesn't really mind looks that much, but she does place a premium on being clean and well trimmed; so good job, you wont have to use her shower before proceeding. In one fluid motion, Poki is off the bed and hugging you tight, even through her dress you can feel her warmth. She leans up to give you the faintest of kisses, before producing a long scarlet clothe. She instructs you to memorize her face, because for this next bit you're going to be blindfolded. You see, Poki has this problem where guys just get so excited seeing her naked that they simply ejaculate prematurely; often without her even touching them. So she wants to make sure you can last long enough to enjoy your first time properly; and she has so much to teach you as well... So your last sight before everything goes red is Poki's face, comfortingly smiling as she wraps the cloth around your eyes. Taking you by the hand once more, she pulls you forward to the bed, laying you down against some pillows. You hear Poki stripping, the rasp of silk as it slithers to the ground, the soft clatter as she kicks her shoes off, the creak of the bed as she clambers onto it, and she begins to explain how this is going to happen,

"So here's what we're going to do, before we can fuck, I'm going to have to teach you how to fuck. Give me your hands- And to do that, I need to teach you how to please a woman, there is so much more to it than just sticking it in. Okay story time, the first few times I've done this, guys would just have me bend over, they'd stick it in, and then just cum. It was so, unsatisfying, both for me and the guy! Like congrats dude, you just had your 10 seconds of pleasure, now do you want to like just chat or something? It was so bad... so now instead, I set the pace, and I make sure that you guys know how to be with a girl. So I'm tying your hands up, because I want you to learn about my body, and not just go crazy and start squeezing everything alright? So the first thing to remember, is touch..."

Poki presses her nude body onto yours, and your bare flesh squishes together, as she slides against you. You feel two pillows of softness settle onto your chest, molding with your skin, sticking slightly as she settles in. And she stays like that for a little while, attuning her breathing your own, idly caressing for a time before subsiding; allowing you to grow comfortable with your novel situation. Poki's hot breath caresses your neck as she slowly approaches your ear, you shudder as she murmurs in it, "Next, you gotta know how to kiss properly, girls love to get kissed... And guys too..." With that Poki's gently plants kisses along your neck and up your cheek until her soft lips find your own. She keeps them tightly pursed, making sure that you fully appreciate the feeling of her lips before bring your tongues into the equation. So when she does deepen the kisses, your tongue eagerly seeks out the warmth of her mouth; you both tilting your heads to enjoy it. Poki sucks upon your tongue, gently applying suction to it as you moan into her mouth. She guides your tongue in how to wrestle properly, deliberately forcing you to take your time and enjoy yourself.

When Poki is satisfied, you are both panting slightly, and you can tell from the lascivious way that she drags her breasts up towards your face that you're doing well. She playfully nuzzles your face between her breasts, the squishy flesh sticking your cheeks as their warmth suffuses you. Then, with an unseen smile, she tells you to open your mouth, and you readily comply. Something soft and rough, mounted upon the oily flesh you are fast growing accustomed to, enters your mouth; and you enthusiastically slurp upon it. Poki lets out a squawk, whacking your head in disapproval, "Hey! You have to be gentle with them, nipples are super sensitive okay? Now start on outside and work your way in... uh huh that's it, spiral in slowly... you have to tease it to make it really pop, then you can give it that 'good sucky sucky' lol" Poki sighs as her nipple hardens and grows larger in your mouth, allowing you to play with it to your heart's content. Only then does she let her now swollen nipple to pop out of your mouth, before quickly feeding you the other one. All the while, her hand occasionally finds its way down to your crotch, idly tracing along your shaft to make sure it hasn't prematurely spent itself.

Abruptly, Poki detaches you from her now flushed nipple, tenderly ending your suckling session; your mouth has more important things to do... You feel her stand up, shifting her weight to either side of you as she holds your head steady. You smell something unfamiliar, salty and sharp, that makes your blood pound through your veins, your neurons firing with thrilled anticipation. Your body knows what is coming, even if you do not. Poki purrs down from above you, "You had better be careful with this, okay? Now take your time, and just feeeeel it out, I'll tell you what to do when you're ready..." With that, something warm and fishy is pressed against your lips, and at her urging you taste her. Her pussy is a soft slit, crowned with hooded nub, and beneath... a wet hole awaits. Your tongue explores every inch of it, spreading her lips, wriggling your tongue into her sex, licking at her clit. Poki endures your amateur attentions for some time, before teaching you how to please her in particular properly. She tells you exactly how she likes it, making you focus on her clit, doing circular motions with your tongue and sucking upon it gently. Eventually though, she removes your head from its place between her thick, sweaty thighs; strands of saliva still connecting you to her mound. Evidently you did a good enough job that she is moving on to her next.. task for you. And there is very little you haven't done yet...

"You did pretty good, but what's important is that I'm now wet enough for penetration. Oh... I can tell you're getting excited now! Hey, hey, just chill, sit back, and relax. Let me do all the work, I just want you to enjoy how it feels got it? I would let you watch but... yeah no I want you to cum in me for your first time, not all over my thighs." Poki crouches upon you, her breasts grazing your chest as her hand firmly holds your manhood upright. Your tip senses her warmth, straining upwards, mindlessly seeking to unload your seed. A soft breath kisses your ear, "Ready to get your cherry popped...?" You nod frantically, as Poki slowly sits on your dick. The first thing in is your head, engulfed in warmth, the tightness of her entrance noticeable just beneath it. Then she goes lower, languidly taking your entire length until your twitches can be felt in her belly. Poki's folds lightly massage your cock, far different from the hard clenching that masturbation bestows. Then she is moving, and your brain turns to mush. Poki's pussy slides up and down you, the sensation and hotness of being inside her is intoxicating; no wonder so many of your predecessors finished so quickly... The mere thought of the inevitable finale of your sex sends your balls surging upwards, throbbing with ecstasy. Poki adjusts the pace of her bouncing, accommodating your growing climax with deep, long movements. Just as you reach the edge of no return, your blindfold is suddenly removed; making you blink as your eyes drink in the wonderful sight before you. Poki beams in pride, her heavy breasts flush from your affection, her wide shapely hips, and between them... the faint implication of a bush leading down to the point of your joining; where your cock is buried inside of Pokimane.

With primal groan you empty yourself into Poki, thick ropes of your cum spewing into her, coating her pussy with your potent seed. Who rides out your climax with a smile, her thick thighs methodically pumping herself atop you until you are full drained. Poki slowly unmounts you, until you cock flops out onto your chest, glistening with your shared sexual fluids. A wet slick of semen soon follows it, splattering down onto your twitching shaft; evidence of the massive quantities you filled her with. With the faintest look of embarrassment, Poki scoots herself backwards to clean the mess of off your still sensitive cock; her attentions resulting in another round of piteous moans. When she is finished, she moves back up onto you, reaching behind you to free your hands at last. She cuddles against you, lazily inviting you to explore her body with your hands while she chatters in the afterglow of sex, "Mmmmm that was nice, wasn't it? Fuck, dude you came so much in me, it lasted so long I thought you were having a seizure or something! Hey! What did I tell you about handling a girl's body with care? That's right mister, be gentle... oh and like, don't be rough with my pussy, most girls are pretty tender after sex... Mhmm just savor the moment, this is the best part after all... cuddling together, enjoying each others' company, enjoying each other's bodies... Oh, woah you really must have saved up for this, you're getting hard again already? Gotta love it when their young... How about this time, I let you do all the work, okay?"

With that she seductively untangles herself from your embrace, crawling down the bed a bit, her butt now on full display. Her massive cheeks frame the hollow in which her entrance resides, supported by her majestically rounded thighs. Poki turns back to look it you with flirtatious amusement, she spreads one cheek wide, revealing her slick, swollen pussy for your pleasure. She leans downwards, arching her back with erotic intent, wordlessly urging you to make love to her once more. Poki knows how much guys love mounting her fat ass from behind, so what are you waiting for?

Get over there and fuck Pokimane until your balls are dry!

#otv smut #pokimane smut #poki smut #pokimane

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shrack · 2 years

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the steve situation

Eddie and his friends go to Scoops Ahoy, but Eddie's not expecting Steve to be standing behind the counter.

2.3k words, G — also on ao3

Starcourt mall, if Eddie’s being completely honest, kind of rules. He wouldn’t be caught dead admitting that he actually kind of enjoys it there—but most of that has to do with the neon lights and the fact that the movie theater actually shows all the fucked up horror movies that he’d previously have to travel back to Indianapolis for. It’s also a perfect spot for him and his Corroded Coffin buddies to hang out that isn’t Gareth’s garage or in the woods by Eddie’s trailer, so any night those two are sounding boring, or there’s no Hellfire, the mall is where they go.

He’s not paying any mind. He and his friends have come into this ice cream shop a solid amount of times before, so Eddie doesn’t think to consider this encounter any differently. The girl who’s always helping them out—Robin, who Eddie clocked almost immediately and successfully struck up conversation with back at school—always hooks them up with the senior discount. But as Eddie turns from his conversation, disaster strikes. Because behind the counter, looking as bored as Eddie has ever seen him in the maybe one, two classes they’ve shared over the years, is Steve Harrington.

Now, Eddie has a lot of questions. Mainly: Why the hell is Steve Harrington working at a nautical themed ice cream shop? How is this news to Eddie? And, for fuck’s sake, why him?

Instead of voicing any of these, Eddie spins on a heel and walks right back out the open doorway.

Gareth, who was standing behind him, immediately gets shoulder checked in the process, and yelps, “Hey! What the fuck—“ while Jeff is saying some dumb shit like, “Come on man, what gives?” and Grant is combination laughing and cooing at the whole situation. It’s fucking stupid.

“Just—just shut up!” Eddie snaps, voice going high and raspy when he does. It’s a classic Munson tantrum, hands shaking by either side of his head, eyes squeezed shut so he can hear himself fucking think for a second.

“Classic Munson tantrum,” Grant mutters, elbowing Jeff in the side, Jeff now joined in on the quiet, mocking laughter.

“Just—“ Eddie snaps, standing up straight and tugging on the sides of his vest to straighten himself out. “Give me a second.”

Gareth claps a hand onto Eddie’s shoulder. The motion’s a little awkward, considering that the dude’s shorter than him. “We all know about the Steve Situation, alright, and we get it. But I swear to god if I miss out on my sundae because you can’t get your shit together to talk to that guy—“

“I know I know I know,” Eddie says quickly, cutting Gareth off with a wave of his hand. “Just, Jesus dude I’m gonna see that uniform every time I close my eyes for the next week. I gotta have a plan of attack.”

“The plan of attack is you try to see if Robin’s out back and can come give us our fuckin’ discount.”

“No, dude, come on.” Eddie circles his arm around to pat the small of Gareth’s back and says, “I got this.”

He jerks his head towards the front of the store to signal them to follow his lead, then stuffs his hands into the pockets of his jacket, and sighs.

“Ahoy there. Would you like to set sail on this ocean of flavor with me? I’ll be your captain, I’m Steve Harrington,” Steve announces, deadpan, like Eddie knows they have to do every time someone dares approach their counter.

“Ooh, I like that. Ahoy to you too,” Eddie says, finishing his approach. He can hear one of his idiots snort behind him, but that’s the least of his concerns right now.

Steve lifts up from his slouched position by the register and stands to his full height. Eddie can’t help it—his eyes drift down the front of the uniform. It shouldn’t look good and, in fact, it looks downright ridiculous. “What can I get for you?”

Eddie wets his bottom lip and smiles, drags his eyes back up to meet Steve’s. “I can think of a couple things, if I’m being honest with you Steve.”

Steve’s eyebrows shoot up. They almost touch the stupid little hat. “Ordering for the group, then?”

Right, yeah. Steve is really fucking stupid. Eddie wants to tug on that stupid fucking scarf and kiss him right over this counter. What a sight that would be, huh? “Something like that, yeah.”

Robin decides now is a good moment to emerge from the back room, stopping when she sees Eddie and offering him a quick nod and a smile. “Hey, Munson.”

“Buckley,” Eddie replies, as per, ducking his chin in response.

Steve would make a horrible DM, because he cannot hide a single thing on that pretty face of his. He is confused beyond belief as he looks over his shoulder at Robin and then back at Eddie, and then back at Robin once more for good measure.

“Is Stevie here helping you? Or is he busy doing absolutely nothing again?” she teases, touching the outside of Steve’s arm as she crosses past him and sets up shop in the corner, folding her arms over her chest and leaning against the counter.

“Hey, that’s—“

“He was just about to give us some recommendations, actually,” Eddie cuts in, pursing his lips in a small, coy smile.

Steve looks relieved at the save. Behind Eddie, someone (probably Jeff) nudges the back of his shoe. Right. They have shit to get to eventually.

“So,” Eddie drawls. He stands up and trails one poorly polished finger on top of the display freezer, tracing a small circle before catching Steve’s eye again. Steve is watching his finger, although he snaps his eyes up when he notices Eddie looking. “Pretend I’ve never been here before. What would you recommend, big boy?”

Steve’s head jerks back minutely, and then something must click, because he smirks. “If you’re looking for the full Scoops experience, the U.S.S. Butterscotch is the way to go.”

Eddie hums and points his thumb over his shoulder towards his best approximation at where Gareth might be. “That’s for him. One of those, a chocolate shake for Jeff, a small pistachio waffle cone for Grant because he’s a psychopath who hates fun.”

“Hey!” Grant says, and Eddie shoots him a look over his shoulder. He presses his lips together and nods, and then Eddie turns back to Steve, who looks amused by the whole situation.

“So you have been here,” Steve states, voice a little bit smug.

Eddie shrugs one shoulder and lolls his head towards Robin, giving her a smile. “Only with Robin. I was starting to think she’s the only one who works here.”

Steve chuckles. “Sorry to disappoint.”

“Oh no,” Eddie says, voice dipping low, and Jesus Christ he cannot believe that he’s doing this in front of every prude in this fucking ice cream shop. He grins. “You could never disappoint me.”

Steve scoffs and crosses behind the freezer to slide it open. He reaches up to grab a cup and hesitates, “Cup okay?”

“I prefer it.”

He nods and produces the scooper from the front pocket of his apron. He spins it in his hand and Eddie watches like a man transfixed. Steve asks him another question and he just hums “Uh-huh,” stupidly, busy watching Steve’s entire arm flex as he scoops whatever flavor into the cup. Oh, he’s down bad. This situation has gotten worse.

Steve heads back to the counter and slides the cup across, Eddie following him over and taking the side of it. He’s about to take it and go on his merry way, but Steve produces a spoon from somewhere and sticks it in the top, lingering long enough to catch Eddie’s eye and say, “My favorite. Hope it serves you well.”

It’s Eddie’s turn to be shocked. He nods dumbly and says, “Wh—uh, what do we owe you?”

Steve stands back up and crosses back to the register. He checks them out for only a shake and one small cup, which Eddie pays for without thinking, despite Gareth saying that this trip was supposed to be on him.

“Thanks for sailing through Scoops Ahoy,” Steve says, significantly less bored-sounding than when they first walked in. He leans on his elbow to hold out the receipt for Eddie to take. A small, stupid, undeveloped part of Eddie’s brain hopes that Steve’s number is on it. “If you want it.”

“Yeah. Uh, yep,” Eddie fumbles, taking the receipt and doing his best to make sure their hands don’t touch. He glances down at it, notices the lack of things he was charged for, and looks up. And he swears on his father’s life, Steve winks at him before standing up straight.

Eddie turns to leave, his friends all murmuring excitedly about their ice cream and the movie they’re about to see. He stops right before the exit, though, lifts two fingers to his forehead to salute and calls, “See you around, sailor.”

Steve mimics the salute, and a smile makes its way onto his face in a way that makes Eddie’s stomach start doing complicated stuntwork. He’s then less-than-gracefully pulled out the door by Jeff grabbing his jacket and yanking him back and out the door.

“What just happened?” Eddie asks as soon as they round the corner out of the store, stopping dead in his tracks. He looks down at the cup of ice cream in his hand—he doesn’t even like peanut butter.

“What happened, dude, is that we just paid half price for ice cream!” Grant says excitedly, and then immediately takes an obscene bite out of the top of his ice cream cone like some sort of heathen. It shakes Eddie out of his daze long enough to appreciate how fucking weird his friends are.

Eddie shakes his head, trying to snap himself out of it. He looks back over his shoulder towards the Scoops Ahoy and watches some giggling high school girls that he vaguely recognizes walk in. He points his cup back at it, “Did Steve Harrington just flirt back at me?”

Gareth scoffs around his spoon. “He flirts with anything that has a pulse, you know that.”

“Babes, Gareth, lest I remind you about the Great Rebecca Incident of your sophomore year?”

Gareth kicks the back of Eddie’s knee, making it buckle and forcing Eddie to look away from the front of the store. “Not cool. Who gives a shit anyway?”

“Me!” Eddie snaps, whipping his head back to the store. The same girls leave the store, heads huddled close together, faces significantly less thrilled than when they walked in. “Me gives a shit.”

Inside Scoops Ahoy, Robin’s jaw is hanging open in shock. It has been for the past minute, ever since Eddie and his friends left the store. Steve can see it out of the corner of his eye as he’s trying to count the obscene amount of pennies he just received. He glances at her twice before throwing the pennies into the register and snapping, “What?”

“What the fuck just happened?” she balks, laughing on the last word.

Steve’s brows furrow in confusion and he finally looks at her. She looks bewildered. “What, they just handed me like, forty cents in pennies, I can’t count that fast—“

“No, Steve,” she interrupts. She places her hands on her forehead, and then flaps a hand wildly at the doorway. “You just put frankly the best moves I have ever seen from you in the god awful time that we’ve worked here together on Eddie Munson. And then—and then! Two of the flyers on the cheer team come in and you absolutely cold shoulder them.”

“What?” Steve laughs incredulously, shaking his head and focusing back on the register. “Rob, I think you’re losing it.”

“I’m losing it?” Robin is now pacing back and forth behind Steve in the small sliver of space they have between the soft serve machines and the front counter. “Steve—“

“With Eddie ‘the Freak’ Munson? Come on, Robin, don’t be ridiculous.”

Robin throws both of her hands up in the air and spins in a frantic circle. “I can’t. I cannot handle you Harrington, I know you pride yourself on being able to flirt with every girl that comes through that door you have been absolutely been sucking major shit—“

“Okay, rude—“

“—and I have never once watched you talk to anybody who is not a cute girl that walks through those doors outside of the shit that you are contractually bound to say. And then you have the audacity to say that you were…what? Just being friendly to someone that you just called a freak?”

Steve scoffs and throws the hat onto the counter in order to run both of his hands through his hair. “I’ve changed, you know. Maybe I am just trying to be friendly. I don’t have a lot of friends my age that haven’t actively tried to beat the shit out of me, or are my ex-girlfriend.”

Robin rolls her eyes. “That’s not how you make friends. That’s how you,” she cuts herself off, glances around, and crowds into his side to lower her voice, “that’s how you end up back at Eddie’s trailer.”

“How’d you know he lives in a trailer?” Steve asks. Then, his face drops, and he ducks down to say, “Are you jealous?”

“What? No, no, God no, we’re—“ Robin laughs, waving her hands in a big ‘x’ in front of her, “we’re not each others type. Like, by a mile. But we’ve hung out. He’s a nice enough guy, but not in a million years do I think you two would get along.”

“Well, then, it’s a non-issue,” Steve says, spinning out around Robin’s back and heading to the back room. “One time only. I’m taking my fifteen.”

“Didn’t you already take that?”

Steve opens the windows just enough to stick his middle finger through them. Robin grabs a Sharpie from behind the counter and makes herself a note on the back of her hand to question Eddie when she gets off tonight. Maybe he has more of an answer than Steve’s useless ass does.

#steddie #steddie fanfiction #steddie fic #uhhhh um #steve harrington #eddie munson #tags! bitches hate tags.

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jtwritesstuff · 6 months

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Race to the Finish - Chapter 2 - Daycare and Dismay

I felt the soft shaking in my dream before I was even fully awake, having a dream about driving my car again. No destination in particular in mind, just driving when the car began to rattle and shake. I felt the car seemingly almost falling apart before suddenly, I was opening my eyes, my room was still somewhat dark, save for the nightlight and I had Khris over me, gently shaking my arm before smiling. “Good morning sleepy head, time to get up, we gotta get you brekky and around for daycare so I can go to work.”

I nod as I slowly pull myself out of bed, seeing my day clothes already laid out as Khris quickly kneels down, gently slipping a finger between my legs and nodding as she goes to pull the sides off my pull up, making me blush deep red as I just stand in my half awake state “You coulda just asked…” I mumble as I hear my pull up drop to the floor with an audible plop and she looks at me “Sorry hun, just habit, mixed with a bit of oversleeping on my part.” She starts to make quick work of cleaning me with a warm wipe before having me step into another pull up, which I don’t argue with right now, given her rushed nature currently.

“Sweetie, can you do me a big favor and get yourself dressed? I gotta go make sure your breakfast didn’t overcook” She asked, standing quickly as I was barely able to nod before she was out the door. I gave a small sigh as I looked at the outfit she’d picked for me, cargo shorts and a t-shirt that had some dinosaur on it with the saying “I’m dino-mite”. I get my clothes on quickly and shuffle out and to the kitchen, rubbing my eyes tiredly as Khris scoops me up without a second thought, setting me in my booster seat. I look up as she set a plate of eggs and french toast in front of me with a sippy cup of milk as she went to go finish her own breakfast.

“Where’s Ty?” I ask, as normally he’d be bustling about along with her. This led to a small sigh from Khris “He got a promotion a week ago and now has to help open, meaning he goes in an hour earlier.” I nodded a bit as I started to eat, trying to make as little work as possible for Khris so I tried to keep as clean as possible, drinking from my sippy cup without issue.

She sat and ate, giving me a soft smile “Thanks for being such a big boy for mommy this morning.” I blushed but also felt a rush of pride run through me at being praised for such a simple thing as getting dressed and eating cleanly. “Well…yeah, I’m not Stevie right now so…I’ll help where I can.” She nodded and smiled at me still as she ate her own meal and scrolled her phone, the morning mostly calm now as I saw the sun just peaking over the trees through the back door. It wasn’t much longer before we both finished up, Khris grabbing my bluey themed backpack off my hook and making sure my water bottle was filled before handing it to me. She took me out to the car, opening the back door and with the swiftness only a mother could have lifted me into my car seat and had me buckled in one swift motion. She got into the driver's seat and the garage door opened behind us as she backed out and we were off.

The neighborhood rushing past outside the window as I sat with my backpack at my feet, only just now feeling the butterflies in my stomach as I slowly started to realize…we were heading to daycare. An ACTUAL daycare, and not for a little meet and greet for some kiddos that really liked my driving, no, I was going because I was a student, and I had to be there. Those thoughts rattled me a bit to my core and I was lost in thought as the town rushed by, seeing the playground pass by and kids going to actual school before we slowly pulled into the daycare. I grimaced as I recognized it as “Little Lions daycare and nursery”.

I slowly unbuckled myself as Khris got out and helped me out, barely even looking at me before going to walk in as I stood there and looked down “K…Khris..?” She turned around now and frowned, walking back and kneeling down “What’s wrong Stephen? Did you forget something? Did you have another accident?” I blushed at the second one and shook my head quickly before softly asking “Do..I have to go to daycare? Can’t I come with you? I…I don’t think I’m gonna fit in here at all, and..might make things harder on them.” She shook her head “No sweetie, I can’t bring you to work with me, I have a meeting with a client today to set his court date, and I picked this daycare because they can care for all sorts of littles, even the big ones.”

I looked a little surprised at that, though..that might mean today won’t be nearly as bad as I thought. “Alright…I…I guess I can give it a try.” Khris smiled and kissed my forehead “And that’s all I can ask, now come on, I don’t wanna be too late.” She said, taking my hand and leading me in. The first thing that hit me was the noise, even though it was early, the sounds of play and childish chatter echoed through the halls of this place and I was led to the front desk where a woman I recognized to be Lily sat. She looked fresh out of highschool and had her black hair tied into a ponytail today. She’d been working here for a few months now and often let me sit up here and ‘help’ check others out when I didn’t wanna be in the room.

She looked up from her computer and smiled at Khris “Well good morning you two, did we have a rough time waking up today?” Khris chuckled at that and nodded “Though this time it was me, rather than him.” I blushed as I looked down and Lily nodded and looked down at me “And how’s my best little helper Stevie today?” I shrugged as Khris leaned in a bit to Lily, and I heard her say “He’s actually older today, and might prefer to go by Stephen right now.” Lily nodded in understanding before smiling at me “Well, it’s good to see you Stephen, I’ll let your teacher know she’ll have an extra big helper today.”

She stepped out from behind the desk and took my hand gently as Khris let go and looked at me “I’ve gotta be off, I love you and will be here to get you as soon as I can, okay?” I nodded as she blew me a kiss and started to make her way out, while Lily led me down a brightly colored hall, filled with murals of various safari animals before we reached a room labeled “Lion’s den” and inside I heard the loud chatter of voices as I saw the room was filled with play and excitement already, today was going to be a long day….

I’m led into the room by Lily, though she quickly breaks away and makes her way to my teacher, Mrs. Sarah, and the two start to have a quiet conversation, likely about my lucid time. I give a soft sigh as I shuffle to my cubby, cringing a bit at the poorly written name that’s hot glued above where my gloves and winter hat are currently living until it gets colder, likely forgotten by Stevie before it started to get warmer and now here until suddenly needed again. As I get my stuff away I notice Lily walking out and soon enough Mrs. Sarah is kneeled down next to me, a soft smile on her face.

I’ve been in her class for the last three ish months after Khris stopped being able to get her mom to care for me, and so far she’d been super nice, though this would be a true test for her likely. Her smile never faltered as she said “Good morning Stephen, nice to finally meet you sweetie, I’ve heard a lot about you, though from what I know about regressies, your probably gonna be pretty close to little Stevie.” I looked at her and shrugged a bit “I mean…maybe? I dunno, from what I remember he’s kinda, wild at points.”

She nodded a bit at this and chuckled “What four year old isn’t, heck, if I was four I’d probably be wild too.” I chuckled a bit as I smiled a bit at her “Well…I’m not as wild, but yeah, still love cars, still wanna help ya however I can and um…” I blushed a bit as she nodded and just motioned to my lower area in a silent understanding. “Well, I’m excited to have you back in class today sweetie, you remember all our morning routines?” I nodded and smiled at her as she ruffled my hair “Good, well then you know it’s morning play time, so why don’t you go hang out for a bit before we start morning circle time.”

She stood and walked to her desk as I looked around the chaotic room, though now that I was looking at the room as an adult, I could see it wasn’t just random chaos, it was controlled, some kids running about, but most being in certain areas to play with certain toys. The room was set up in a way that flowed but was easy to control, magnet tiles and Duplos on one table, some wooden buildable train tracks on one carpet while the other had tons of blocks, cars and traffic items, in the center I saw a mock kitchen, with a few kiddos playing in it. Currently it looked like there were a few kids playing with pretend menus in hand, obviously acting like this was an actual restaurant.

I walked through the room I’d spent many hours in already, though now as I walked I looked at all the kids. wondering which ones were like me, just not having lucid periods, who was fully regressed and just like any other kid, and who might be a physical regression only.Here just enjoying themselves and chilling while their caregiver was at work.

As I wondered I noticed one kid I’d actually played with a fair amount, though now that I was older something clicked in my head as I looked at him. He stood over the play stove, currently making some sort of stew, though when I looked I noticed his movements were…too clean, too…professional. He also wasn’t randomly adding items to the fake pot, it was actual items you’d want in a stew, and as he turned to look at me it all clicked, it was that chef kid, the one I’d read about…the one who’d been like me.

I stared, probably mouth open as the boy smiled at me, his curly blonde hair looked still damp, probably from a morning bath as he waved at me “Hi Stevie! We’s playin’ west-a-want, you wanna join?” He asked, his diction not the best as he pronounced every syllable in restaurant and all I could do was stare at the boy, his heterochromatic eyes looking back at me, the fire of intellect burning in them, but with the innocence of a child.

“Uh…I..yeah, sure, I’ll play” I nodded, walking over “What do you want me to do?” He seemed to think before nodding at me “You get to serve da food” he said matter of factly, me not getting much of a choice as I nodded. “Alright, when will it be ready?” I asked, looking into the little pot. It was currently filled with what looked to be tomatoes, an onion slice probably from a burger playset, some cheese and…it looked like some leaves, probably supposed to be some sort of basil or other green.

The boy, whose name came to me just now to be Oisin (O-shen), looked at the pot and then me “Should be weady in…maybe a few minutes.” He nodded at me as I gave him a bit of a look, his ability to tell time was obviously gone, though he still knew roughly how long soup took to make, probably just based on muscle memory. “So…Oisin, I wanted to let you know before we play more, I’m uh, I’m back to being older, ya know” I tapped my head a bit “Up here?” He looked at me and that spark of understanding was still bright in his eyes as he nodded “Hadda feelin”

I blinked a bit at that “Huh..? You had a feeling?” He nodded as he kept stirring his pretend soup “Uh huh, you’re nowmally lots mowe bouncy an…” He paused, as if looking for the right words, though not having all of them “talky, but it’s nice to meet ya, big you.” He smiled at me as I just stared, my whole world being shaken right now as I started to come to the realization…he was still very much in there, and not just that it was like he’d…reached a balance with his little side.

Though I only had a few moments to have this realization as he poured the ‘soup’ into a bowl, handing it to me “Take dat to table A.” He said before turning back and I turned, only seeing one table with two little girls at it, which had to be the table he’d meant. I walked over, putting on my best waiter impression as I set the bowl between them “The chef’s special soup, for the two ladies at table A.” I said with a bow which caused the two girls to giggle before one bowed back “T’ank you very much sir.” I nodded before walking back to Oisin and smiling at him as he looked at me now, though his face had a much more focused look to it, still childish, but like a child ready to talk about something serious.

I frowned a bit as I looked at him “Everything okay Oisin?” He nodded but looked at me “You still swappin’ from big to lil, wight?” I nodded as he sighs a bit “Well…what questions you got?” I looked a bit surprised and taken aback by the suddenness of his question “Well…I mean, who said I had any?” He gave me a bit of a look “I know ya do, you’we in the same boat I was, and you pwobably wanna know why I’m like…dis.” He said, motioning to himself as I sighed a bit.

“Yeah, I mean, I was curious about it, it’s not every day you hear about someone swapping so much before suddenly just, leveling out.” He nodded as he looked seriously at me “Well…I dunno lots myself, all I know is I twied to be big lots and all the sudden I just kinda…welaxed, like I just suddenly didn’t feel the need to weally twy to be as big, ya know?” I looked at him in disbelief “And you don’t miss being…completely clear?” He shrugged a bit “Not weally, its kinda nice, like I know I was big and I know some of the cookin stuff kinda, but it's like it got locked up an I can wememba it if I fink weally hawd, but it's lots mowe fun to just play and go wif da flow. I dunno why it happened but it's like suddenly bein’ able to just…bweathe.”

He smiled at me as I probably looked unsure and nervous because he gently patted my back “But hey, you might not be like me, you might just keep swappin, I’m just sayin fow me it’s pwetty nice.” I nodded but as I went to ask about how clear he really felt I heard the clapping from our teacher and as if on instinct I copied her morning clapping rhythm and immediately knew that meant it was time to quiet down and go to the carpet.

Oisin smiled at me as he ran to the carpet and I followed, sitting next to him as I looked up at Mrs. Sarah. As she began our normal morning routine and I went through the motions with the other kids I could only continue to think about what Oisin had said, wondering if leveling out was as bad as I’d been making it in my head. Wondering if my big boy act had actually been working against me all this time, all the while doing our morning breathing.

The morning kept up, learning about the letter of the week, that being L and of course a few kids in the class with L’s in their name couldn’t help but shout out about it and go on long tangents about someone's cousin's sister's friend they know that has an L in their name. I just sat and likely looked lost in thought as I kept glancing at Oisin and even he at one point raised his hand eagerly and talked about how lemon has an L in it, like it was something brand new. Though to most kids in the class, it likely was new information.

Soon enough though we were allowed to play and almost instantly kids ran to their preferred toys and Oisin just turned to me, a smile on his face “Whatcha wanna play with?” I frowned a bit and looked him up and down a bit “Don’t you wanna keep playing chef?” He shrugged a bit at my question “Not weally, I like to do otha stuff cause cookin can get suuuuper bowing.” I thought a bit and frowned “So…you don’t like cooking as much?” He shook his head “I like it lots, just…takes lots of time and I don’t always wanna do it.” I nodded and frowned, it must be due to his new age, though it could also be due to him not wanting to be the traditional chef all the kids think he should pretend to be.

Either way I started to look around the room and seeing the magnet tiles free I looked at him “How about we build with those?” He looked over and perked up, hopping up and rushing over, causing me to scramble after as he looked at me “These are never fwee! We gotta play before others get hewe!” He seemed extremely genuinely excited about this…and I had to admit it was a bit infectious as I nodded and smiled “Alright!” I dug with him and we started to work on a large castle, the entire time we talked about what rooms were what and where certain things needed to go.

It was…nice, calming, I barely noticed as we played just how much time had passed. As soon as I was done with what we decided to be the stable, I heard the clapping and Mrs. Sarah saying it was time to go outside for a bit. I turned and Oisin grabbed my hand, yanking me to the line as I yelped and he smiled “We gotta be close to fiwst in line, cause othawise we might not get swings.” I nodded, more going with his flow right now than actually wanting to swing, but I also figured he kinda knew his way around and knew the pecking order better than me at this point.

Soon enough we were led outside to a childish playground, filled with things to do and all I could do was think about all the memories Stevie had out here, the hours of playing pretend and the picnic we’d had out here just a week earlier. It all looked so much the same, but different as I was dragged along to the swings by someone who was quickly becoming someone I might consider to be a…friend…maybe today wouldn’t be all that bad.

We sat on the lower swings, they were just high enough our feet couldn’t touch the ground, but also barely needed us to lift ourselves to get into. I immediately started to gently pump my legs back and forth, glancing over as I saw Oisin starting to do the same, though he seemed to struggle with keeping in time with his swings. He didn’t seem to mind though, he only looked over at me and gasped in awe “Whoooaa! You’we so high alweady!” I nodded and smiled “You gotta do big kicks! Like this!” I said, before kicking my legs forward while leaning back, giving myself a big speed boost and as I whooshed past Oisin I heard his childish “Whoaaaa!” again.

I giggled as I kept swinging higher and higher, smiling big and feeling a childish giddiness wash over me. I saw Mrs. Sarah watching me, a slight look of worry on her face, though she likely knew I knew my limits and it was more of an instinct than a realistic worry. I just kept swinging but before long Oisin called up to me “Stevie! Do ya wanna go down the slide!?” I looked down at him and nodded quickly, slowing myself before getting to a comfortable height and hopping off, landing in the woodchips with a giggle as Oisin ran up “You okay?” I nodded and stood up “Beat ya to the slide!” I took off as I heard Oisin call from behind “Hey! Nuh uh!” and then I heard his feet stomping behind me as we raced to the top of the playset.

We both rushed up the stairs and Oisin giggled as he poked my arm a bit hard “Next time ya gotta wawn me!” I shook my head “Then you’d win!” He giggled more as he nodded “Duh!” and before I knew it he’d tossed himself down the slide, giggling as he slid down and I followed right behind. We did this along with playing in a springy car and climbing in the jungle gym, and soon enough we were wrangled up and brought inside by Mrs. Sarah and a helper.

As we walked in I looked up at the time and audibly gasped, it’d already been almost two and a half hours since I got here...time was flying past and I’d not even realized it. Though the next sound that hit my ears actually made me jump a bit as I heard Oisin yell out from next to me “NO! DON’T TOUCH OUW CASTLE!” He quickly rushed from my side to the table with our castle, where another student had started to knock various things over, likely out of the sheer fun of knocking things down.

I saw this and felt my blood boil a bit, we’d worked so hard on that, and he didn’t even think to ask who was playing with it?! How…dumb was this kid! I stomped over behind Oisin as Mrs. Sarah quickly made her way over “Boys…what’s going on?” Oisin looked up “He’s knockin ouw stuff ova!” The other boy, who I recognized to be Liam shook his head “I jus wanna play with it too!” Oisin stomped “Then ask! Don’t just knock it down!” Mrs. Sarah now chimed in and looked down at them “Boys…inside voices. Oisin, if he wants to play he can play, you need to share. Liam, if you wanna play you need to ask, they were playing with it before recess and I’m sure they’d be more than happy to let you help, right Stevie?” I blinked, suddenly being put on the spot as I nodded a bit “Uh…Yeah, I mean, long as he doesn’t knock it over and stuff…”

I looked down, feeling bad I’d felt so mad about something so easy to rebuild, but Mrs. Sarah just continued “See Liam? This is why we gotta ask” Liam huffed but nodded as Oisin started to work on rebuilding again and Liam looked, starting to help pick up a few of the tiles that’d fallen on the floor. Mrs. Sarah smiled and winked at me as she stood and clapped “Alright friends! It’s almost lunch, so anyone who needs to potty should try now!” I rolled my eyes a bit, I didn’t need a reminder to go potty, and instead I turned to the castle, helping with the rebuilding process.

After a bit of building we decided that a dragon had done the damage, rather than Liam, and Liam was actually a knight that’d fought the evil dragon off. We played and I started to genuinely enjoy myself, barely noticing as the lunch cart with hot dogs was rolled in and our teacher began to get others to wash their hands.

Sarah tapped my shoulder a bit “Stephen, we gotta stop playing for a bit so we can eat, do you mind going and washing your hands?” She said, a smile on her face as I turned, blushing “Oh…yeah, sorry, I was focused” She nodded a bit and chuckled “I could tell, it’s okay, I have tons of fun with those too” She patted my back and I walked over, washing my hands quickly before finding a spot near Oisin, who was currently talking to another student about why ketchup was better than mustard.

The lunch helper served us food on little plates, making sure we each had some french fries and hot dogs, along with a milk and fruit cup. I smiled and waited to get ketchup before digging in, swinging my legs a bit as Sarah walked around helping anyone who needed it. I rubbed my eyes a bit as I ate, knowing nap time was after this, though…I didn’t need that…right?

We cleaned up after lunch, throwing our plates away and washing up again before everyone started to pull out their rest time mats. Everyone except me, I walked up to Sarah, tapping her leg causing her to turn around and kneel down, smiling. “Yes Stephen?” I sighed a bit as I nervously asked “Do...I need to grab a mat? I mean..I’m older right now.” Sarah frowned for the first time today it felt as she knelt down “Stephen, I know you’re big, but you need to nap, your little body needs that rest, even if you feel like it doesn’t, and I’d prefer if you did because you tend to be cranky if you don’t nap.”

I frowned at that and huffed a bit “I’m not gonna be cranky, I’m not some…toddler! I just wanna stay up and do…something!” Sarah gave me a bit of a look “Stephen, go get your mat, at least rest, even if you don’t sleep because I’m not sending you back home exhausted.” I huffed again and walked over, grabbing my sleep mat and stomping next to Oisin as Sarah grabbed the blanket Khris had packed for me in my bag.

I laid out my mat as Sarah put my blanket on it and I kicked my shoes off as Oisin yawned and looked at me “What’s up Stevie, why you all mad?” I huffed a bit “Cause…she thinks I still need a nap when I’m fine.” Oisin looked at me “Well…you seem cwanky, but..you could just act like you’we sleepin,but I’m gonna sleep, naps awe pwetty nice.” He said, rolling onto his side.

The lights were lowered and I slowly laid down, crossing my arms after covering myself with my blanket, determined to not sleep. I didn’t need this stupid nap, just like I didn’t need a reminder to go potty or help with my shower or…anything, I was an adult still, and they’d figure it out, sooner or later.

I laid there and stared at the ceiling, Sarah walked around, helping some other kids fall asleep while soft music played through her computer, just some generic nap time music. I glanced over and saw Oisin already softly breathing, he was out like a light. I rolled my eyes a bit as I laid there, trying to think of anything to keep myself awake, even as my eyes started to flutter a bit.

I slowly sat up and as I did I saw Sarah already heading my way, a soft groan escaping me as she slowly sat on the floor next to my mat “Stephen…honey, I need you to sleep.” I just shook my head a bit as she let a bit of a sigh out “And why not?” I looked away now “Cause, I’m fine, I’m not some little kid really, I’ll be fine to stay up” I could almost sense the annoyed look from her as she said “Honey, you might think you’re fine, but I’m telling you, your little body can’t do this, it needs sleep and is very used to this nap time.”

I shrugged “And it’ll get unused to it, I’m not napping, I’ll sit here quietly if needed, but I’m not sleeping” She let another sigh escape her as she slowly stood “Alright then, if this is what you want sweetie, but you won’t get another chance to nap til you get home, so don’t throw a fit when you can’t.” She said before finishing her rounds and sitting at her desk, doing something on it as I watched silently, feeling the waves of tiredness hitting me as I swayed a bit, determined to stay awake, to prove her wrong, to show everyone just how big I was.

The nap time passed slowly, the soft music continuing to play as it mixed with the clacking of her keyboard as she worked on something, likely lesson plans or maybe emails, but I wasn’t focused on that, at least not totally. I was focused on keeping myself awake, the dark grip of sleep threatened to pull me under multiple times, only for me to wake up with a bit of a jump, that shot of adrenaline keeping me awake until the next.

I thought of pretty much anything to keep my mind going, dinner tonight, what to work on in the castle next, my old jobs, hell even what Ty and Khris might be doing right now. This went on for roughly an hour before the music suddenly stopped and I looked over as the lights were brought up to a light dim.

Sarah slowly began to go around, waking children up as I got myself up and folded my mat up, grabbing my blanket as she slowly woke up Oisin and gave me a bit of a look “Sweetie…you look exhausted.” I shrugged and just walked away, putting my blanket back into my bag as I tried to hold back a yawn.

After doing that I made my way to our castle and started work on an inner tower, something I’d thought up during my time awake and soon enough Oisin was at my side, watching as he looked at me “You didn’t sleep…did ya?” I shook my head and muttered “I don’t need it.” He frowned a bit “You suwe you don’t? You look like you can’t even stand up stwaight.” I gave him a bit of a glare and huffed “Yes I’m sure, thanks for the concern.”

He looked a bit hurt by the sudden sharpness to my words. I sighed a bit “Sorry…I’m fine, just, a bit annoyed with Sarah…” He nodded a bit and slowly started to help me build as I stood there, swaying a bit as I built, the room coming to life around us, even as I felt my head spinning with exhaustion.

The day continued on, though I didn’t really participate as we were called together to small groups, something about colors, more stuff I didn’t need. I kept watching the clock, dismissal on the board said it was at 2:45, it was currently getting to be around 1, I still had an hour and a half pretty much. I groaned as we were called to the carpet for a movement break, something schools were doing now since the virus had locked us down so much.

It was just something to keep kids moving while keeping them inside, it honestly made more sense during the winter than now, but I just stood there. The video was something to do with a moose and making a purple stew. It wasn’t terribly annoying, but currently everything was grating on me, and worse, I’d started to feel an all too familiar feeling in my bladder and bowels. I refused to use the childrens bathroom here, they’d probably make me use some training potty or something, or it’d be disgusting. I could hold it til I was home, even as I unconsciously started to shift in my position, something Sarah didn’t miss for a second.

I saw her make her way to me quickly, leaning down and whispering “Stephen…do you need to go potty?” I gave her an obvious death glare “No, I’m fine, thanks” She gave me a stern look back “Really? Well your little potty dance tells me otherwise, I’ve worked with Stevie enough to know when he has to go.” I huffed a bit “Well I don’t need to, now go away, I’ll be fine” She gave me another look, somewhat surprised at my abrasiveness as she looked at me seriously now “Stephen you have two choices, go to the potty or have an accident, Stevie goes by now, so I know for a fact with you not going all day you probably need to.”

I tensed at that and glared at her now “Well guess what Sarah, I’m not Stevie! You don’t know me! I’m not like that little twerp! So stop acting like you know anything about me when you only know some little kid!” I huffed, the suddenness of my outburst having taken her aback and now the rest of the class was looking at me as I looked away. Sarah sighed again “Stephen, I’m about to not give you a choice, go to the potty, now, I don’t need to tell Khris you had an accident because you were being stubborn.”

I tensed again “You won’t tell Khris anything! She’s not my mom! She’s my caretaker! And I’m not gonna keep putting up with everyone treating me like some dumb little kid because you all think you know me at ALL!” I screamed, stomping as I felt my stomach lurch. There was the sudden feeling of the urge turning into a need quickly, something I couldn’t deny for much longer, and Sarah noticed it too. She quickly went to scoop me up and carried me to the bathroom.

As we entered the bathroom I saw it was actually fairly clean, potty seats with each kids name set up next to an actual toilet and spare clothes in bins that were clearly labeled. Though that didn’t matter at all right now, I felt the feeling in my gut getting worse and as I was set down I could feel it, and I knew…I’d made a huge mistake.

As I felt my shorts getting pulled down by Sarah I felt the feeling overwhelm me, my eyes widened as I felt my head go fuzzy in a way I’d only felt during my times as Stevie. I slowly went into what I knew to be the toddler squat, basically on instinct at this point as my brain felt so…scrambled, so lost. I knew I should be doing something else right now, but I needed to go, and I needed to go now, and I knew my pull up was there for a reason.

I barely even grunted before I felt the warmth flood the front, soaking it as the back slowly started to get heavier, sagging as it filled out. I just heard Sarah sigh and in a way that sounded empathetic say “Oh Stephen…” I just kept going though, my head still fuzzy as I filled my pull up. Soon enough I felt myself finish, blinking as my senses slowly came back to me, likely looking fairly dazed as I looked up at Sarah, only able to utter a soft “Wh…what the….”

I looked slowly down at my Cars pull up, the little indicator to show wetness completely faded as it sagged heavily between my legs and that's when the full realization of what I’d just done hit me. I used it…I used my pull up, I didn’t even just wet it, I full on used it, like a toddler, like a kid that’d just started potty training. That realization led me to stand there for a second as Sarah kneeled down “This is what I was worried about honey…you stay here, I need to go get you a spare pull up, okay?”

I could only nod as she walked out, I just stood there in shock, staring at myself and feeling nothing, before I suddenly felt…everything. I felt the hot anger of letting myself do this, of messing up this badly, mixed with the sadness of knowing I had my first real accident in roughly a month. Those mixed with my tiredness was all too much as I felt my lip start to tremble first, before I just suddenly felt my emotions burst out of me like a damn bursting.

I started to cry, loud childish wails as Sarah walked back in, fresh pull up in hand as she slowly kneeled in front of me “I know honey..I know..” She gently pulled at the sides of my pull up and got it off me with only the expertise of a preschool teacher or a mother, throwing it into the diaper pail before starting to clean me. All the while I just cried, the tears flowing freely down my cheeks and face as I just stood there, letting her do what she needed to.

It wasn’t long before I felt her tap my legs, softly saying “Legs up sweetie…” I slowly lifted my legs out of my shorts and she gently held a fresh pull up open for me, which I stepped into as snot ran freely out of my nose and tears rolled down my cheeks like waterfalls. As I felt the pull up secured around my waist and leak guards checked I felt her pull me into a hug and just slowly rub my back in small circles, attempting to calm me as I cried into her shoulder. I didn’t care I was getting her shirt messy, I didn’t care how loud I was, I just needed comfort right now, and she was giving it freely.

I cried for a while, longer than I had with Khris, but it didn’t feel like it as I pulled myself away from her shoulder and Sarah already had a tissue ready, wiping my nose for me without even giving me a second before holding it there “Blow.” I blew my nose into the tissue as she smiled a bit. “Good boy...now, just breathe with me, let's get these big emotions under control.”

She put her hands on her head in a way I’d recognized as balloon breathing, I copied her and we both breathed in, my breathing shaky but she just waited for me before letting the breath out together, we did this another few times before she smiled softly. “Alright honey…better now?” I nodded a little before mumbling “I…I’m sorry…” She nodded a bit “It’s okay sweetie…but this is why I was telling you to go, you obviously needed to and this is what I was worried about…big boy or not, you gotta go when your body says to”.

I nodded a bit as she rubbed my back gently and helped me back into my shorts before checking the time “It’s around 1:30…do you wanna see if Ty or Khris could come get you early? I think you need a nap and just some time to cool down” I just slowly nodded as she gently led me out by hand, Oisin waiting by the door and just hugged me tight as I walked out, whispering “It’s okay…it happens”. I whimper and nod a bit as he gently takes my other hand, leading me towards our castle as I see Sarah heading to her desk and making a call.

I helped Oisin build a bit more as Sarah hung up and walked over “Sweetie…Ty is on his way, he’ll be here soon.” I looked and nodded a bit as I suddenly had a new thought…how was I gonna explain this to either of them, an accident but not just any kind, a full on storm cloud, for the first time in a month. I probably showed it on my face as Oisin just hugged me again and Sarah smiled a bit “It’ll be okay, he’s not mad, if anything he sounds concerned.” I nodded again as she stood “Make sure you grab your shoes and bag, okay?”

I nodded as Oisin helped me over to my shoes and tried to help me get them on, but I had to admit, it was mostly me. We walked over, grabbing my bag and as I slung it over my shoulders Oisin looked at me “So…see you monday?” I nodded and just hugged him. “I dunno if your mom and Khris talk…but I’ll let her know we should hang out.” He smiled a bit and nodded “Yeah…we should, maybe I can ask my mom about monday” I nodded smiling now too “Yeah, that..that sounds nice.” I stood there and soon enough I saw the door open, Ty standing there, still dirty from work as he walked over quickly. I almost expected a spanking, but instead I felt him scoop me up and hug me close, gently patting my back.

Ty just held me close as I looked at him and he checked me a bit “You okay lil dude? Everything okay? What happened?” I looked down a bit. “I thought I could hold it..I just..it was an accident.” He nodded and slowly set me down. “Okay, I just...was worried something happened, like you suddenly regressed more or something.” I looked up at him with a bit of a raised eyebrow “Ty…that can’t happen…” He shrugged, “It might, I didn’t know.”

I sighed, at least he cared enough to drop everything and get here as fast as he could. Ty then looked to Oisin and smiled “Hey lil dude, what’s up?” Oisin looked and tensed a bit “O-Oh I was just…helpin Stevie get awound and stuff, we were talkin about maybe playin on monday after daycawe…” Ty gave a bit of a surprised look “Stephen, did you make a friend?” I blushed a bit and shrugged “I…I guess yeah, we just…get along, apparently when I’m big and little.”

Ty chuckled softly and ruffled my hair as he looked at Oisin “Well, I know Khris has your mommy’s number because they’ve talked about the virus together, so I’ll let her know to text your mom and we’ll see about a playdate, okay?” We both nodded as Ty smiled and took my hand. “But right now, this one needs to get home and take a nap, and we need to talk a bit.” I looked up, looking a bit unsure as Oisin nodded, giving me one last hug before waving “See ya monday Stevie.”

I waved back as we walked out “See ya.” I walked along to the car with Ty as he had already signed me out, quickly opening the door and putting me in my car seat that lived in his car, buckling me in before shutting the door and getting in the driver's seat, positioning his mirror to be able to see me “So…we gotta talk, especially after today.” His tone took on a serious but fatherly tone, this was gonna be a conversation I definitely wouldn’t forget or get out of….

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Conversations and Confrontations [Sanzu Haruchiyo]

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It was partially cloudy outside, though it's always cloudy during this time of the year. Not that I’m complaining. The sun can be annoying especially when you usually work in darker conditions. Cloudy weather like this makes me assume I’d have a somewhat decent day ahead of me, maybe release a lot of stress by working the day away.

Unfortunately, that doesn’t seem to be the case.

“Uh Huh-” I agree, despite paying no mind to the ranting man as I continued to play around with the running yolk of my sunny side egg.

“You gotta understand that we’ve NEVER just out of nowhere stopped Sunday meetups.” Despite my silent hopes that he doesn’t -Rin continues. The sound of his Eiji Murata tailored shoes clacking against the tiled kitchen floor already irritating me early in the morning.

A Tuesday morning at that. Who bothers someone on a Tuesday morning?

“Sure, we sometimes change the venue at the last minute, but we usually tell each other, and we don't just flake out and leave the other one hanging- are you even listening?” He asks, stopping in his tracks to better see if I was actually paying attention.

“Nope, not really,” I answered honestly before slightly leaning forward to swipe a few sausages out the other plate and into mine. A brief silence fills the room, with only the sound of distant cars and the occasional shout from the city below being heard. Somewhat worried, I look to check on the then yammering individual.

‘Yeah, no, he’s pissed now.’ I thought, noticing the subtle wrinkle of his nose bridge.

“Look, what do you want me to say?” I defend myself. “It’s 8:30 in the morning -I’m eating breakfast,” I say, motioning to my half-eaten second bowl of rice, four sausages, a runny egg, a mug full of coffee, and a near-empty orange pill bottle on my right-hand side.

“And then you show up out of nowhere talking about how you need my advice to save your crumbling relationship with your brother. I doubt you really expected me to spew out anything helpful while I’m like -this-” I continue, my tone exhausted from even needing to voice out something so obvious.

“Can we continue this ‘conversation’ after I’m done with all this?” I say with a sigh.

He looks at the table of food for a moment before a teasing smirk makes its way to his face. “Yeah, of course you’d shoo me off. Don’t want me to interrupt you gobbling those sausages down your throat now do you?” His joke earns a satirical laugh from me before I pick one of the said sausages and eat it in front of him.

“Says the occasional d*ck sucker.” I counter, never breaking eye contact as I raise the ‘Kanazawa train station’ printed tourist mug and take a big gulp of cappuccino.

The comment shuts him up, and he breaks eye contact.

A moment of silence washes over the kitchen before he brushes over the comment with a sigh. A moment later, he settles down and takes a stool out -sitting opposite the kitchen island from me. “My relationship with my brother is not ‘crumbling.’ It’s just seen better days, that’s all.” He starts again and momentarily stuns me from downing more caffeine.

I set the mug down with faux seriousness before looking back at him dead in the eye. “First off, don’t word it that way again. You sounded like you had a thing for your brother-” “YOU WORDED IT THAT WAY FIRST, I JUST SAID IT BA-” “Second of all–” I continue, not bothering to acknowledge his cut-off.

“I’m still eating-” “F*ck off. You and I know you don’t care about table etiquette, you--” He cuts off again, severely annoyed, but I combat this by raising my voice. “THIRD OF ALL.” I start. “It’ll be fine, man,” I say, my voice noticeably more level than before. Noticing my more calm tone, he settles down rather than cut me off again.

With this, I continue.

“You and Ran are literally brothers. You’re dumb as f*ck for thinking some chick can just snatch him away from right under your nose. It doesn’t matter if he misses your family playdate. Is your bond with him really that flimsy that once he misses your little tea party -you guys aren’t close anymore?” I voice out, eyeing the numerous mixed feelings that had shown themselves in the deep recesses of Rin's eyes.

“He still should’ve given a head’s up.” He rightfully argues, his gaze moving to meet the island instead of mine. I let out another sigh. “Yeah, that was real sh*tty of him, but instead of arguing and b*tching about it with me, you should be saying all this to him instead. More productive, less drama, more efficient.” I advise, although not in the typical consoling manner. Really, on a surface level, it would seem that I was just shrugging him off -but he and I know better.

We both know I’m trying, me more than him. . . . . . A sinking feeling settles on my stomach, effectively making me lose appetite.

‘I sound like such a hypocrite. Who am I? -running around giving people family advice. I changed my surname to get away from family, f*cks sake.’ I look down at my bowl at this, feeling very much bare from all the sh*t I spewed out.

A short airy laugh fills the space.

I look back up to see Rin looking relatively better than before. His mood, though hard to read had it been anyone other than me and a select few others, had brightened from his last expression.

‘Gross.’ I jokingly thought. ‘Well, at least it kinda helped.’ a smirk makes its way on my face before I wipe it off and pick up my waiting chopsticks.

“Now shut the f*ck up. You sound like my ex from way back in high school. Talking about feelings and sh*t.” I say with a sigh, earning me another lighthearted laugh from him.

A few minutes of silence passed by us again. This time it was more notably on the comforting side rather than the tension-driven and awkward ones from before. With nothing to do but watch me eat -which for him, gets boring pretty fast - Rin starts again.

“I wanted to ask you-” I groan as I remind him that I’m still eating, but he brushes it off with an annoyed click of his tongue. “-why are you here in this shabby apartment of yours? The casino penthouse is basically your home at this point. So why drive all the way here with only–” he pauses and scans the area. “A beanbag couch, a microwave, and a barely running fridge storing a half-eaten cake that reads -happy birthday- to greet you?” He asks as he takes in the near-empty room we currently are in, slightly cringing from the less than appealing -or even functioning- state of the place.

“Did you eat the cake?” I ask, tipping the rice bowl up and scraping the remaining rice grains into my mouth. “No, I didn’t. Poor thing looks like it had been there a few weeks at best.” He voices out before I hum in confirmation. “Been there past a month or so,” I answer, earning a disgusted look from him.

“I was craving black forest while I was high this one time. The bakery I called up only had that cake left.” He nods at this slowly, but the disgusted look stays before he brushes it off with a shake of his head.

“So why are you here again?” He says as he watches me gulp down the last few mouthfuls of coffee I had left. “Oh yeah, no, I’m running away from something,” I answer, my voice uncaring. “Running? From what exactly?” He asks, curious to know as I pick up the dishes and set them down in a filled kitchen sink.

“The consequences of my actions….”

—----------

“Get off of me!” I yell out, my voice reverbing throughout the room, after which I hear her crash on the bar side. The sound of shattering glass and the far-away thunder outside had been enough to -partially- sober me from the liquor. With a clearer head, I look back to see Yukioto getting up and regaining her balance with the help of a cushioned stool.

“I..” I start not knowing what to do, taking in the bruise on her left chin, the light bruise on her right cheekbone, and finally, the confused and crestfallen look on her face.

She refuses to make eye contact with me.

The soft pitter-patter of the rain landing on windows -before was comforting with white noise- had now felt overbearing and overwhelming as I make sense of the situation.

‘I hit her. I think she was trying to help me just as she always had, but I hit her. Why did I hit her?’ I thought, my line of sight moving from her and landing on the bottle of Christian Drouin Calvados.

“Ei, I–” I try a second time, the driver’s first name feeling foreign on my tongue, as I search for words to remedy the situation. But neither of us says anything, and with the rain outside only growing louder and louder, my breath fastens. The drugs, once comforting, were now doing nothing but spiking my anxiety and paranoia.

‘She’s going to leave me. She’ll ask for a schedule change from Kokonoi, and I won’t have her as my driver anymore. She’s going to complain, and the other executives and I–’ my thoughts jumbled and rushed, are cut off as my mouth begins to move on its own.

“Look Ei, I’m– I–” The words die on me.

‘I’m sorry.’ Why can’t I say that? Why can’t I-.

“It’s okay.” Ei starts. Picking herself up slowly and lean on the side of the bar, brushing off any stray glass shards that could cut her. The hit did a number on her, the drugs in my system making sure I didn’t hold back. The bruise on her cheekbone must’ve been from when she fell from my hit. The corner of the bar had also left a light scratch atop the forming bruise.

“I’m okay.” she finishes, her gaze landing on me for just a second before back down to the heel of my shoe. Neither of us says anything for a few moments. Both of us stay in our places, but neither makes eye contact. Before long, she takes a deep breath and looks up to meet my gaze.

“Do you want to go back to the Casino, boss?” She asks, a smile on her face. It's smaller than before, the smile never making its way to her eyes like it used to. Regardless, it doesn’t look like she has any grudges regarding the hit. The look on her face was more than willing to sweep the situation under the rug and continue as we used to.

I give a halfhearted nod in reply. I brush myself off, and I leave the room.

I’d rather not help her up. Not when I was the reason she fell in the first place. It’s better to leave it alone for now. In great timing too, she has to cater to Kokonoi starting tomorrow.

The next time we saw each other, she acted as if nothing had happened.

Everything was fine despite the healing bruise on her chin.

—--------------

The heavy rain from outside the meeting room resurfaces a memory of mine before a heavy punch hits me square in the face. It happened so fast and out of nowhere that I flew a few steps back from where I stood and laid flat on the floor from the force.

“MOCHI. WHAT THE FUCK?” I hear Rindou yell from behind me, agitated, as he tries to make his way over to us, only to be stopped by his brother.

“Rin back off,” I hear the older Haitani warn, his voice serious. “Wha-” before Rin could finish and before I could even pick myself up, Mochi makes his way over to me and raises me by the collar of my shirt, slamming me back first on the meeting room wall.

“You think you’re real f*cking funny, huh? Doing what you pulled and then hiding away before I got the chance to murder you.” From how he said it, he doesn’t want an actual answer. Much less a joking one.

“I think I’m hilarious!” I bite back.

Another punch to the face. The strength put into it leaves me with a bleeding nose. “DUDE, WHAT IS WRONG WITH BOTH OF YOU?!” Rin yells again, and I look over to see him in a tight headlock by Ran. Loose enough to let his brother breathe -but tight enough to restrain him. Instead of answering his brother, Ran continues to watch the scene unfold.

My back hits the wall again -leaving me out of breath. “WHAT TYPE OF DRUGS DID YOU SWALLOW THAT MADE YOU THINK IT WAS A GOOD IDEA TO PUT YOUR HANDS ON MY WIFE!” Mochi yells, seething, before changing his hand’s placement from my collar to directly on my neck -cutting me off from breathing correctly, or at all.

‘How does this big oaf expect me to answer when he’s choking me.’ I thought, trying to pry his hands off and reach for the switch knife in my pocket. Though easier said than done when you can feel the veins in your neck and forehead pulse trying to keep the blood flowing.

Mochi is strong, very much so.

You see, Mikey needed capable men for running a gang -much more when running an organized crime group- and so he did just that. He recruited people who were either the best in their field or had the potential to do so. Everyone at the table had something to offer that the others didn’t, be it financial skills, meticulous strategic planning, connections, or anything under the sun seen as vital or needed.

And in terms of raw strength, Mochi dwarfed all of us.

‘But he lacks attentiveness and focus. That had always been his weak point. If I could just get a good distraction, then I cou-’ my thought cuts off.

“You r*ped Carlota?!” Silence fills the room. Rin’s question was so absurd, so out there, that it had taken everyone, even Mochi, aback. He loosens his grip for half a second or two -more than enough time for me to reach over the knife and swipe a deep cut on Mochi’s hand. With a yell, he instinctually lets go of his grip, and I land on the floor feet first.

Without wasting any more time, I grip both his shoulders and knee him on the stomach.

Despite giving it my all -granted, I didn’t have much room to work with- this had only set him a few steps back. I still wasn’t in the clear, there wasn’t enough space for me to tackle him down or run away, and I was still close enough that he could easily body slam me to the wall again.

‘So this is what I get for caring, huh? This is what I get for looking out for someone other than me. What a joke.’

“I didn’t touch her like that, Rin. I beat the shit out of her!” I start, answering the equally frazzled executive before taking a deeper breath and letting it out with a humorless laugh. “And believe me, Mochi. I would’ve done soo much worse,” I say with a smirk. The blood from my nose made its way into my mouth, the smile stretching the skin of my lips. It wasn’t long before the taste of iron settled on my tongue.

“Should have put a bullet on her head for that stunt she pulled!”

The blood rushes to his head. But despite my more than antagonizing words, he lets me continue. “I did what I had to do, Mochi! You know she’s spreading herself thin with all that worrying of hers, so I suggested we let the driver go!” The crestfallen and resentful look on all three faces did not go unseen as I said those words. It didn’t take a genius to know they had grown attached to the bubbling driver, more so than they would like to admit during her near one-year employment.

“I did what I thought was best for her, for all of us. And that’s cutting Yukioto off. You would understand if you j-”

“Don’t pretend that you care about her! As if you care about Carlota, the driver, or any of us here! You’ve never cared about anyone except yourself-!” He seethes out. His booming voice was enough to shake the pits of our stomachs, but what weighed more were his words.

It weighed a ton more knowing it was true. | | | |

I lose control over my breathing.

“Watch it, Mochi!” Rin warns, but his efforts are proven futile “-When everything goes to shit, you wouldn’t even think twice about leaving us behind!” Mochi continues. | | | |

A ringing fills my head.

“That’s enough, all of you" The room stills as King’s voice enters the room, and like clockwork, all four of us in the room bowed in respect as this was our first time seeing King today.

Now standing straight, the air was stiff. Just as it should be, just as it always had been -his presence alone had silenced the once chaotic and hostile room. The only remaining sound is that of air conditioners and the storm outside.

With him were the first-floor attendant and Takeomi. Both of which shared a stoic and attentive look.

“Not only do we have to be on the lookout for possible gang attacks, but now you want to add to that burden by fighting amongst yourselves. What would the Shimada Mihara do once they find out that half the Bonten executives are biting each other, like idiotic dogs.” He criticizes, eyeing the less than ideal state of myself and the others.

Though the urge to defend myself from the situation is immense, I would only prove Mochi right and anger King more than he already is.

“I’m disappointed.” Even with gazes glued to the floor, the glare Mikey had sent was enough to straighten ourselves and send a chill down our necks.

It was clear that although the scowl was to all four of us, he was more irritated with me.

“We’ll have to reschedule the meeting for tomorrow. Because not only had my closest confidants thought it would be a good idea to maul each other. But because we have to discuss Carlota Mochizuki’s fate with her betrayal to Bonten,” Mikey states, and from the corner of my eye, I could see the pain in Mochi’s eyes as he heard these words.

This was news to all four of us, so this information had likely only come up today.

But how come the attendant doesn’t look at all phased? I doubt King had told her first rather than his executives.

Unless, of course, she was the one to deliver the information first.

“Though this affects all of Bonten, I will admit that this is a more personal matter.” King continues, and there is a silent appreciation that Mochi shows to him for keeping this as private as possible.

“Sanzu, Haitanis, you are dismissed.” He ends.

As ordered, the three of us make our way out, Ran being the first to go through the door and me following behind. But before I could leave, I felt a hand set itself on my shoulder and with it the grating tone of the owner.

“Don’t think I don’t know about how this fight happened. You just had to be childish didn’t you?” Takeomi says with disdain and a lowered voice, clearly not wanting to make a bigger deal of this to the others. Though, that didn’t apply to me.

Not wanting to deal with him, I swat his hand away and glare at him from the side. “I don’t want to hear that from you, especially when it concerns Carlota.” I bite back. It was clear to us what exact ‘incident’ I was referring to.

He is livid.

“You-!” He starts but cuts off when Rin inserts himself between us, putting him an arm's length of space away from us. “How about you fuck off, yeah, old man?” He warns.

From behind, I couldn’t tell what expression Rin wore, but it was apparent from Takeomi’s tightening fist that another fight was about to break out. I would’ve been more than happy to beat the living shit out of this man, but I can’t exactly just brush off the fact that King had been watching all this time.

Glaring.

“Let it go, man,” I say, easing the purplenette’s hand off and tilting my head for us to go.

We both leave, and I head off on my own with Rin’s voice fading into the background as I ignore his calls.

—----------

“-And I was thinking, I could have that installed as my home system!” She continued. Her voice had filled the car, just as it always had, as she drove me to my destination.

The lights from nearby buildings and moving cars bled and blurred through the raindrops as they ran down the windows, making yet another familiar picture that played out every time I went out with her. Just like before, the rain served as background noise. Coincidence or not, it rained during most of my meetings with Ei.

I don’t think Japan has rained as much as it did this year.

“-there’s been a lot of break-ins reported on the news recently, and you can never be too safe! After all, there’s really no point in -” I’m not sure what spurred me to say it. Maybe it had been the prior conversation about home security systems that had brought it on, or maybe, I had been genuinely curious about what she might say.

To what extent is this woman willing to forgive?

“I don’t think I’d care if you got hurt.”

The car went silent after that.

I turn from my side to look over to where she was seated.

The car was dark, and she preferred to drive that way. The overhead light, I noticed, was harsh on her eyes. It didn’t matter what model car we used, or what color light it was -she always had to squint whenever it was on.

Because of this, we didn’t turn it on unless it was necessary. But this had its downsides as well.

This situation was a prime example of it. With only minimal lighting, I couldn’t discern what emotion she wore, what reaction she had, and what she felt by my comment.

She takes a few more seconds before she finally speaks up.

“I agree,” she says, but I can’t quite pinpoint ‘how’ she said it.

“Are you agreeing because you wouldn’t care if I got hurt either?” I ask as I watch her overtake a driver on the road.

“No, not really,” she replies.

“Explain then.”

“Well, I wouldn’t want you worrying about me, boss. I hate it when people do that because I’d feel like a burden.” She starts as she continues down the road, turning a smooth right not too long after.

“-but,” An ambulance passes by us.

It was here, for a few seconds, bathed in red and blue- did I see the few stray hairs that clung to the back of her neck, the slight tilt of her head, and the skin of both her cheeks pinched up to narrow the corner of her eyes.

She looked soft.

“I think I’d visit you as much as I can, boss. After all, you’re my boss.”

She says, wearing a smile.

…..I don’t think that was the answer I was looking for.

| | | | |

My hold on her wrists tightens, even as she thrashes and attempts to struggle from it.

Knowing that no matter what -I wasn’t going to let up, she screams out instead. “I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU!! YOU’RE THE MOST SELFISH PERSON I HAVE EVER MET”

I don't exactly know why that affected me.

Why did those words sting as much as they did that day?

Carlota and I were no strangers to insulting each other. If anything, most of our interactions were about insults to each other. If I look back on it now, I’m sure a jab she made about me was our first interaction. It was just something that stuck to both of us over the years. Granted, it became more of a joke as time went by. Nonetheless, Carota had said more vile things before, and vice versa.

So why did my chest tighten at that?

Why did it hurt as much as it did?

“YOU’RE A HEARTLESS DEMON, SANZU! I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU!” she continues. The tears on her face landing on my cheeks as she heaves for a breath.

I’m not sure if it showed, but if it did, I was quick to wipe it off my face.

Not wanting to deal with it any longer, I push her off of me again -only this time- I don’t give her the chance to get back up and fight me again.

“OKAY!” A deep breath leaves me before I start again. “FINE! IF THAT’S HOW YOU FEEL ABOUT ME, F*CK IT!” I yell out, fighting the dull burning of my back and eyes by brushing off and straightening the noticeable wrinkles on my clothes.

I need to get high off of something.

“F*CK ME FOR CARING, F*CK ME FOR TRYING TO COMFORT YOU. YOU WANNA FREEZE HERE IN THE HOSPITAL IN THE MIDDLE OF A SUNDAY? THEN BE MY GUEST! ME? I'M GONNA GO BACK TO MY WARM PENTHOUSE AND SNORT A LINE!”

It was here that I realized that I had never seen Carlota look so broken before.

I turn on my heel and walk away.

The hospital chills pricking goosebumps on my skin.

—----------------------

“Don’t send anyone up to Room 32.”

The station nurse, confused at first, looks up to meet my gaze. However, after recognizing me as one of Bonten’s Executives -the hospital sponsors- she understood fast and did as told.

After typing a few things on her keyboard, she looks back at me to give her report. “I’ve notified everyone to keep away from room 32 regardless of whatever situation, sir.” I nod at this. “Would you like a clean-up crew on standby, sir?” She asks, fingers ready to give the command.

I shake my head at this before looking around the hall. “No, but I suggest you loop back a normal clip on your CCTV. We wouldn’t want anyone to know I’m here. You understand, right, sweetheart?”I say with faux charm. She nods her head at this. “Yes, sir.”

I give her a practiced smile and make my way to the elevator.

‘Selfish.’ A humorless laugh leaves me.

‘How about I prove to all of you how selfless I can be.’ the thought echoes before I pop a few pills in my mouth.

#!employeeoftheyearseries #manjirou sano #sanzu haruchiyo #sanzu x oc #mikey x oc #bonten #ao3 fanfic

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Ok. I need to get this idea out to someone. Solomon and mc are messing with potions for class and he accidentally gives mc a “youth” potion that makes you look younger. It turns mc into like a 4 year old for like a couple of days. What do you think would be the demon brothers (any) reaction to babysitting their master? What would they do? Idk i think it would be a little funny.

You’ve Gotta Be KIDding me, MC!

(Feat. GN!MC and the Demon Bros)

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Lucifer

He'll be exchanging words with that sorcerer bastard later. You can bet on that.

Lucifer doesn't take kindly to the idea of MC having run ins with magic in general, but at least this seems to be on the tamer side of the magical spectrum. And he had to admit, it's sort of amusing.

He intentionally watches you try to handle things on your own. Be it reaching for things too high up, stubbornly carrying things too heavy for your tiny arms, or making messes when you try to tidy up, Lucifer waits patiently until you ask for help (or until he can't take it anymore).

Treats you like he always does, despite your size. He doesn't talk to you like a child, or try to force toys and nap times onto you, but may or may not tease you when it's only the two of you. After all, you may look like a child, but that doesn't mean you are one. It's still funny to harass you a little, though.

"As independent as you may be, please refrain from trying to climb up onto the counter. If you need something, ask one of my brothers, or myself. If that isn't obvious enough, perhaps a 'time-out' is in order?"

Mammon

When Mammon recovers from laughing for twenty minutes, (and also making threats on Solomon's life) he then decides to take a billion pictures of you. Now calls you 'munchkin' and variations of it.

And if you thought he was clingy before, just wait till you see how he is now. You're ACTUALLY helpless and vulnerable. I mean, you'd hardly make an appetizer for a random demon! So Mammon's gotta keep an eye on you. Maybe even a toddler leash-

Unintentionally treats you like an actual child. His older brother mode kicks in, and he finds himself taking care of you as naturally as breathing. Mammon? Being responsible?? It's more likely than you think.

He hands you a cup of juice before you can say 'I'm thirsty'. He'll slide over some sliced up fruits before your stomach has a chance to growl. You're tired? No kidding. That's why he's got a blanket and pillow on the sofa for you.

"Where do ya think you're goin', short stack? Nowhere without ME, that's where! I already told ya, if there's somethin' ya need, just tell me!" "Huh? I'm spoilin' ya too much? S-so what if I am?!"

Levi

Solomon came in with a child in tow that looked a hell of a lot like MC, and this man nearly had a heart attack. There's no way... did those two have a secret love child?! Th-that's just-!! Oh, it's only MC.

WAIT A MINUTE...TH-THIS IS....! ISNT THIS JUST LIKE 'DETECTIVE C*NAN'? Uwaaah... Just look at you! You're still just as smart as before, but you've become super small! Talk about the ultimate gap moe!!!

Levi isn't a big fan of the idea of tiny, sticky hands touching his things, so he's glad you've still got your normal brainpower. That being said, he finds himself talking to you normally. Maybe even easier than before!

It kinda throws him off that you guys can't do the things you'd normally do together. Your fingers don't have their usual dexterity so playing games is a challenge, and your attention span is a little shorter so these TSL marathons are killing you. But have no fear, Levi knows a ton of other things you could do together! He won't let something like this spoil his time with his dear Henry!

"If you can't use the controller, let's try something that doesn't need one! I've got a new Ruri Hana VR game with REAL motion and voice tracking! If you say the spells out loud, you'll cast them in game! Ah, and it auto-adjusts to the player's height, so there's nothing to worry about!"

Satan

HES DOING HIS BEST NOT TO LAUGH. SATAN WILL HANDLE THIS WITH POISE AND GRACE, BUT MAN....

Watching you struggle to enter the House of Lamentation in your oversized RAD uniform nearly sent him to the stratosphere. He inhaled tea when you almost tripped over your blazer and had to get a couple of slaps on the back from Asmo.

Does his best to find a cure for your 'little' problem, but the most that can be done is waiting it out. In the meantime, would you like him to read you a story? Large books are probably difficult on your tiny hands.

Constantly catches himself treating you like a tot. He's not trying to, but he can't help himself when he sees your round eyes staring up at him, or when he watches you try to climb up onto an armchair.

"Up we go- There. It must be hard for you, having to climb up into the chairs like that. I've got a stool if you'd like to use it? Though, I don't mind if you sit on my lap, too." "Hm? I'm embarrassing you? I-I didn't realize how overzealous I was being. Ehem...."

Asmo

Oh that Solomon and his silly spells and potions, always making trouble! It's just one of his many charm points! And seeing as there are no permanent consequences from this harmless mishap, Asmo's enjoying it to the fullest.

Can you blame him? You're SOOOO cute~! So tiny and adorable! Why would've know that was possible?? Look this way, MC! He wants to take some pictures of you! Lowkey uses you as a photo op prop

He used to work part time at a daycare, you know? Asmo's great with kids! But that also means he's treating you like one. There's personalized snacks, cute little nicknames, and he's already gone and bought you a week's worth of clothes. Nobody tell him it'll only last a day-

He can be a little annoying with the baby talk and all the little activities he's planned for you, but you can tell he's enjoying himself.

"MC, look~! I've got plenty of ribbons to decorate your hair with! I'll let you choose your favorites, and then we can set out in town!" "Hm? Where are we going? To the playground, silly! You must be dying for a play date after being stuck in this dreary house all day, right?"

Beel

He was kinda teetering between whether or not he should throw Solomon across the yard like a football when he saw him carrying a teeny MC, but all was forgiven when he learned it was an accident.

Has now designated himself the permanent MC carrier. Your feet will never touch the ground so long as you're a child. And it's no problem for the likes of Beel, when you're as light as a feather! That makes him a little more conscious about being careful with you though-

Be it piggybacking or carrying you in his arms, he hasn't released you since he's spotted you. And don't think he's forgotten about feeding you. Beel's also taken your meal prep upon himself. You'll prefer things that've easy to eat, right? Though it kills gum to give you smaller portions than usual.... it feels cruel...

Somewhere between babying you and treating you as usual. He speaks normally to you as he always does, but prioritizes your needs over everything else. He wants to make sure you're well taken care of until this potion wears off.

"You're sure you've had enough to eat? I know I gave you a snack earlier, but... to think you really can't eat as much as before.. I'll talk to Solomon again. It must be torture to have such a tiny stomach, I'll do my best to get you back to normal."

Belphie

There's obvious opportunity here, and Belphegor won't let it go to waste. (No not for murder)

He's getting a kick about your new mini mode. How's the weather down there? Do you need him to pick you up so you can reach the high shelves? Don't worry, he'll get you a sippy cup.

When the teasing has settled down, he pays attention to a more pressing matter: you're now the perfect side for cuddling. You're a living hot water bottle, not too big, not too small, tiny and soft and adorable. Er, he won't mention that last part though.

Anyway, Belphie thinks a little kid like you should go on and take a nap now. It's exhausting having such short legs and wandering around the house all day, right? He gets it. You look tired and he knows the solution.

"Ah, you're just as cozy as I thought you'd be... Though, it feels kind of weird holding you like this. It's like holding a stuffed animal, but you're not nearly as cute." "Pfft, what's that face for? Sorry, sorry, I was only teasing."

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oro-e-diamanti · 3 years

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The one with Ethan’s suggestion

Description | Ethan suggests something that you had never seen coming - but for how long will you be able to resist him?

Content | smut with a bit of fluff

Pairing | Ethan x fem!Reader

Word Count | 3138

Tagging | @ginny-lily @mywritingonlyfans

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"You did not just ask me that."

Ethan didn't even seem bothered by your shocked reaction. Instead, he simply kept looking at you, waiting, as if he had posed a completely normal question. You were certain it wasn’t though - who the hell just came out and asked one of their best friends to start hooking up? Surely this wasn’t just you thinking this was more than odd. You couldn’t stop looking at him, relaxing on a lounger in the sun, book still open in his hand, and how he didn’t seem to care.

“Oh, come one, Y/n,” Vic interjected from where she was relaxing on a pool float. “Poor Ethan hasn’t been with anyone since the pandemic started. The least you can do is help him get laid.”

“Get laid by me?!”

“Who else?” Victoria laughed. “It’s not like he can go out and pick up someone when we go on a promo tour in a week. We’re barely allowed to meet anyone as a safety measure.”

You shot her a pointed look and Victoria being your friend for the longest got it immediately.

“And no, I’m not gonna hook up with him. So it’s gotta be you.”

You couldn’t believe the conversation you were having. Had everyone simply gone crazy? Surely, Thomas wouldn’t be on their side in this, right? You watched as he lazily strolled towards your loungers, cigarette in hand.

“Thomas!” You shouted over at him. “Ethan wants me to hook up with him!”

“Fucking finally,” Thomas laughed as you stared back in horror. Was everyone in on this madness? “He’s been moping around for ages. About time he gets laid and relaxes.”

“See?” Ethan interjected. “Everyone thinks it’s a good idea.”

“I don’t think it’s a good idea!”

“Fine,” Ethan shrugged. You hated how much he didn’t seem to care - how he had posed a question like that without an ounce of awkwardness and how your rejection didn’t seem to faze him in the least. You knew he was open about sex and sexuality, you’d been part of countless conversations among the band and had seen him pick up people at parties more than once, but this unnerved you. "If you change your mind, I'm available."

And with that Ethan went back to his book, Victoria went back to floating around the pool and Thomas went back to smoking his cigarette. But you weren't going to go back to anything, because whether you liked it or not, Ethan's suggestion would continue playing in your head for the unforeseeable future.

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Three days. It had been three days since that fateful day at the pool and you could barely stand to look at Ethan. It wasn't because you were embarrassed - you all spoke about such things quite openly - nor were you angry at him having asked in the first place - if anything, it was flattering, a man such as Ethan considering you attractive in that way. It was more of a constant thought in your head whenever you were in the same room with him or he talked to you or you looked at him or he so much as popped into your mind. You kept lying awake at night, intrusive thoughts of Ethan towering over you clouding your brain. You didn't know what it was but you knew you didn't like it.

You were pulled out of your thoughts as Victoria approached you, taking a couple of tomatoes you had spread in front of you and started cutting them up. You had been in charge of making dinner most days, with one or the other coming to join you in your cooking endeavors sooner or later. Today it seemed to be Vic, who was giggling away beside you, quite obviously dying to tell you something.

"And what is up with you?" You asked, a smirk on your face. You were happy your friend seemed so giddy and it had you itching to know why.

"I have a date!" Victoria was never one to keep things like these to herself for long - whenever she was positively excited about something, the world simply had to know. "Her name's Paula, she's on holiday here and we're going to go out for wine."

"Just wine?"

"Well, I'm gonna say, don't expect me back here tonight." She couldn't stop herself from smirking and then breaking out in another round of laughter and you joined freely. Good for her.

"I miss dates," you mused. "Or maybe - I don't know. Maybe I just miss at least staying the night with someone."

"You really need to get laid, babe."

"Who needs to get laid?" Damiano had appeared without warning, sneaking up on the two of you and pinching both of your waists teasingly before hopping on the counter next to where you were working. A slice of tomato was stolen and ended up in his mouth before you could react, only hitting him in the arm when it was much too late.

"Y/n," Victoria answered nonchalantly. You stared at her in annoyance but she didn't even catch your eye.

"So does Ethan! You guys should fuck."

"Not you too," you groaned. All of this seemed like a bad joke. In fact, you were starting to wonder if this was all some weird plot your friends had to get you to sleep with Ethan. But why would they?

"Huh?" Damiano sounded surprised but you didn't put it past him to simply put on a good act.

"Ethan asked her to hook up the other day."

"No way!" Damiano exclaimed. "He actually, fina- I mean, he actually asked you that?"

"Yup, and she shot him down," Victoria explained. You were getting more annoyed by the second. Especially because it felt like your love life (or lack thereof?) was being discussed without you. Plus, you couldn't shake the feeling they knew something you didn't.

"Aw, poor Ethan. You know, you should really give him the chance. Make the most of the fact that you've both got the house to yourselves tonight." Damiano's eyebrow wiggle earned him a tomato slice to the face due to pure irritation on your side. He wasn't bothered, quickly shoving it into his mouth and happily munching away on it.

"Wait, what do you mean? Where are you going?"

You sounded much more panicked than necessary. So what if you were alone in the house with Ethan? You'd survive. Easily. You'd read a bit of your book, maybe watch a movie, go to bed. You didn't even have to spend time with him. Right?

"Going out with my girlfriend, she's in town for work. Not sure where Thomas is off to but he's already left" Damiano shrugged, finally hopping off the counter to hopefully stop being in the way. "So, if there's anything you want to do, do it tonight."

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So this was it. You were alone with Ethan. No, this was nothing. So what if you were alone with him? Not like it was going to change anything at all.

You had said your goodbyes for the night to the two lovebirds, wishing Victoria the most possible fun on her little date, before pouring yourself a glass of wine and retreating to the patio. You had no idea where Ethan was and you didn't mind.

The sun was setting, the temperature was more than bearable and you had your book lying next to you. Eyes closed trying to enjoy the last rays of sunshine, your hand grasped the stem of the wine glass, and fuck that moth scared the living daylights out of you. And caused you to spill your wine all over your blouse. Red wine. Crap. One was supposed to wash those out immediately, right? Right? You realised you had no idea, as you sprinted towards the upstairs bathroom, already unbuttoning for fast removal.

You threw the door open, feet set to move towards the basin, when you realised you weren't alone in the room. It happened in slow motion, as much as you hated the cliché of it all.

Ethan's back was towards you, strong, hard muscles visible under an array of water droplets that were slowly, slowly making their way downwards, hypnotising you and keeping your gaze locked on them. Your eyes were still travelling lower and lower when he noticed your presence, turning around out of reflex, and you could not help but notice he was not wrapped in a towel, nowhere close, when your eyes fell on-

Oh.

In a rare moment of clarity, you tore your gaze away, looking up at his face instead, just to find him eyeing up your cleavage. Your blouse was halfway undone, putting your white lace bra on full display. Then his eyes snapped away and looked into yours instead. For a second, it felt like the world was standing still. Your brain only worked for another moment before it decided to let your body - or potentially your heart? - take over.

You told yourself 'fuck it' - or maybe you said it out loud, judging by the sudden smirk appearing on Ethan's face - and reached for the man in front of you. He reciprocated without hesitation, pulling you in and meeting your mouth with his, as he walked you backward until you hit the wall. His body felt hot against yours, providing a stark contrast to the cold tiles pressing into you. His hands cradled your face softly, fingers stroking along your cheeks, while he kissed you, open-mouthed, in a way that left you breathless.

If you had ever had doubts that sex with Ethan would not be worth it, they had evaporated into thin air altogether.

His hands had started roaming your body, finally landing on the last buttons of your blouse. You had expected him to slowly open them up, but instead, he tore the fabric apart in one swift movement, buttons flying and hitting the ground with little clacking noises. You wrecked your mouth from him for a moment, staring at him in both surprise and awe.

"Spiacente," he murmured, although he didn't look all that sorry. "I couldn't help myself. I can get them sewn back-"

"Ethan, stop talking and start fucking me."

Your bold words took both of you by surprise but none of you minded, simply relieved that you were on the same page. His hands were now grasping tightly onto your thighs and, and without giving you a warning, he lifted you up, still pressed against the wall. Your legs wrapped around him instinctively and he took a step back, finding his strength and balance, and slowly carrying you into his bedroom.

You couldn't stop staring at him. Ethan's beauty was a sight to behold on any given day, but the way his lips looked kissed after just a short while and his eyes had that kind of shine to them that had never previously been directed at you, it felt like you were looking at something ethereal. Never mind the fact that you knew he was completely naked, not just the toned chest that was pressing into your torse, but everything else. Hell, you were sure you felt a certain something press into the back of your thigh quite shamelessly.

He dropped you on his bed, leaving you to bounce slightly on the mattress as you lied on your back. He looked like he was about to devour you and you just knew you'd bend to his every wish.

Without any further hesitation, Ethan moved onto the bed, immediately grabbing onto the shorts you were wearing and slowly pulling them down your legs. He held eye contact with you the whole time and you were convinced you had never seen anything sexier in your life. Your panties were the next piece to leave your body. Normally, this would be the point you got nervous about, crossing your legs, hiding behind hands, anything to protect what little of your modesty you had left, but this was different. Ethan took all shame away from you.

"Is this okay?" He asked, as he slowly crawled upwards, spreading your legs and leaving hot, wet kisses along your calves. As much as you appreciated him asking for consent, you almost had to laugh - at this point in time, you had lost all willpower to deny him anything. So, with a blissful smile on your face, you eagerly nodded at him, your hand reaching down and tangling itself into his hair. He groaned as you gave a little tug and the sound was more than enough to get you even wetter than you already were.

At least that was what you thought up until Ethan put his mouth on you. You had been expecting a bit more foreplay, maybe his fingers, but instead you felt his tongue lick along the length of you. Your moan loudly echoed through the room and you had never been so glad that Vic, Thomas and Damiano had deserted the two of you in the house.

Your grasp on his hair tightened as he started flicking your clit with the tip of his tongue. The fact that you could feel his hair tickling the inside of your thighs only seemed to make you more sensitive. Suddenly, one of his fingers entered you, quickly to be joined by a second. Your back arched off the bed in an involuntary reaction as your breathing became more and more laboured. You could hear- hell, you could feel him chuckle against you.

With a sharp tug, you pulled his head away from you.

"I'm not going to be able to take much more, Ethan," you confessed. He looked up at you with wide eyes, chin wet from going down on you and fingers still slowly moving in and out, and you momentarily forgot what you meant to say. "So if you wanna fuck me, I suggest you get a move on."

He didn't need to be told twice. You still sighed in disappointment when he actually removed his fingers from you but you were quickly distracted by him moving them to your mouth and slipping them in. You eagerly sucked on them, twirling your tongue around them, tasting your own arousal, and his composure was slipping with every second he looked at you. He quickly pulled his fingers from your mouth to crawl further up your body, his cock moving against your leg. He was so well endowed it would have almost been frightening if you hadn't been so turned on.

Ethan kissed you with a force that was unparalleled. There wasn't even a question about who was in control. As his fingers trailed from your neck down past your collarbones you both suddenly seemed to remember you were still wearing a bra. You made short work of the piece of fabric, carelessly throwing it across the room, and he thanked you by squeezing your soft flesh in the most delicious way. You repaid the favour by letting your hand wander to his cock and giving him a few strokes. He immediately let out the most sinful moan you had ever heard, head collapsing onto your cleavage.

"I don't think you need any more help from me down there," you giggled.

"With you lying under me like this, I sure don't."

Moving your legs around his waist once more, you slowly guided him into you, your walls swallowing him bit by bit, careful not to stretch you out too fast with his size. It felt like heaven on earth. You both moaned in pleasure as Ethan slowly started moving, making sure you were comfortable as he looked into your eyes, while you broke the eye contact time and time again, too overwhelmed to leave your eyes open every time he thrust into you. You kept grabbing onto what you could, the back of his head, his shoulders, his butt, as he increased his speed, hitting you in all the right places every single time.

You knew you weren't going to last long, not with him on and in and all around you, not with his fingers playing with your nipple, not with his lips clumsily attaching themselves to various places around your neck and shoulders, and as you felt his hand between your legs, softly circling your clit once again, you were gone. You came in waves of euphoria, unashamed of the volume of your moans and the strength with which you pulled on his hair. Your actions, combined with you clenching around him and a few more thrust, had him follow you moments later.

He carefully slipped out of you, never once letting go of you, and turning you onto your side with him so you were facing each other. Both of you were still breathing heavily, vision cloudy, but intertwined. You were convinced he had ruined you - there was no way anyone was ever going to live up to how he made you feel.

"So, did it live up to your expectation?" You couldn't help but giggle as you posed the question. "Getting laid again after such a long time?"

Ethan pushed a damp strand of hair from your face. You hadn't expected such softness.

"It wasn't actually about getting laid, you know."

"Huh?"

"It was about you."

"Okay, you've lost me now," you said, brows knitting as your hand searched for his, finger entangling the same way your legs were doing. "What are you talking about?"

"I... I've liked you for a while. And I tried so much, but you never even noticed."

Your mind replayed the last few weeks you had spent with the band in their summer house. Instances of Ethan bringing you food, cocktails, adjusting the shade to make sure you were in it, offering to put sunscreen on your back. Moments of him searching for your company, moving much closer than necessary in the heat, arms constantly touching when you were sitting next to each other. Jokes and teasing from the others, drunken remarks. You hadn't paid attention to any of it. You wondered how you could have been so blind to a man so wonderful.

"Wait, so instead of asking me out like a normal person, you suggested we hook up?" You couldn't keep the laughter in now. The situation was simply too ridiculous and you had not yet stopped riding on your high from the endorphins he had caused.

"It was Vic's idea." He buried his head into the sheets, but you could still see his cheeks turn an adorable shade of pink. "She knew I missed sex and she said you mentioned something similar so she thought this was the way into your..."

"Pants?"

"Heart, actually."

You snuggled closer, arms wrapping around him so that your noses were touching.

"Well, as embarrassing as it is, it somehow worked, didn't it?" You stroked over his head lovingly. "And I'm sure not letting you go any time soon."

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eloquent-vowel · 3 years

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I have had a few bucky x read fic ideas bouncing around in my head and i cant write! So here is one,

Sam find a person who stairs and doesnt talk a whole lot because they uses ✨telepathy ✨. So Sam think they would be a good fit for Bucky, but he doesn’t know they have that power he just thinks they are mute. Then there is a thing where the reader is telling Buck how it works and they if they have something to connect them together like an object *reader motions to dog tags* they can have an unbreakable mind link. Then they fall in love or something. This is dumb, thank you for coming to my TedTalk

Hey! Thank you so much for this request, it wasn't dumb at all. I really enjoyed writing this. I may have gotten a bit carried away, this may sit close to 4000 words but we vibe. I hope this is what you had in mind! Please enjoy! <3

Click here for my masterlist of other fics and check in my bio for requests if anyone wishes to ask!

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Bucky had been enjoying a moments peace, he loved working with Sam but sometimes all he wanted was to put his feet up, put on some vinyl and enjoy a good cup of coffee all while reading a brilliant book. He had been trying to get into Game of Thrones lately, on Sam’s insistence, and he had been enjoying it. With the crackles of Glenn Miller from the turntable he missed the clunky footsteps coming up the stairs.

The sight that greeted Sam needed to be photographed. Bucky was lounging back on his ‘old man armchair’ feet up, hair in a towel, in a bathrobe, coffee in hand and facemask on, this was definitely one for the family album.

At the sound of the phone shutter Bucky practically launched himself out of the chair.

“Oh, you are never gonna live this one down old boy, it’s going to haunt you.” Sam almost cackled evilly as he began to email the photo to himself- he had learnt the hard way that Bucky was very proficient at breaking phones.

“You better not upload that photo anywhere, Wilson, I have a reputation to uphold.”

“Pfft, reputation, that’s funny.”

Bucky scoffed as he stood up, placing his book carefully on the side table, “Big scary super soldier, people hardly run-in fear from a guy in a bathrobe.”

“I disagree, a man in a bathrobe is definitely something you should run from. AH NOPE!” Sam jumped backwards, on top of a nearby chair, as Bucky lunged for the phone, towel turban falling off in the process. “You are not breaking this phone as well.”

“Fine. But you gotta promise not to post that anywhere.” Bucky huffed.

“I won’t.”

“Good.”

“As long as- “

“Oh no, I’m not doing anything for you.”

“Think of it as payment for the last phone you broke and insurance for this picture.”

There was silence for a moment as the two friends eyed each other up. Sam raised his eyebrows, Bucky’s eyes narrowed. It was an intense staring match between a guy in a bathrobe and a precariously balanced man. A clock ticked.

“Fine.” Bucky conceded. “What do you want?”

“For you to come to a meeting.”

“The families of Veterans ones?”

“Yeah.” Sam slowly started climbing down from the chair. “And before you get your old man pants in a twist, I’m not trying to force you to talk or anything, kinda.”

“Kinda?” Suspicion laced through Bucky’s voice.

“You know sign language, right?”

“Which kind?”

“American? I think?”

“Yeah, I know ASL, might be a bit rusty but I’m sure it still holds up. Why do you ask?”

Sam shifted slightly on his feet, “There’s this person, they come in every week and listen. I tried to talk to them, but they communicate through sign language, and I don’t have anyone there to talk with them.” He cast his eyes to the floor, “I feel bad. They were brave enough to come to the group only to basically be ignored ‘because we didn’t plan well enough.”

Bucky smiled, face mask crinkling around his smile lines, “You could have just asked me to Sam. You didn’t have to blackmail me into this, of course I’ll help. When’s the next meeting?”

“This evening. You gonna be ready or do you need some more ‘me’ time.”

Bucky simply chuckled at Sam’s teasing tone, patted his shoulder making sure to squeeze just a bit too hard before retreating to his room.

“I’ll be there, Wilson, and I will look so much younger than you!”

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It was frustrating to you, going along to these meetings and not being able to communicate. You could always speak into someone’s mind but all that usually accomplished was a very paranoid person. But just listening to other’s stories really helped the grief from losing someone so close to you. You related to most of the people there and even though they didn’t understand you a lot of the time, you were always made to feel welcome- with friendly pats on the back and the odd tissue thrown your way.

You bustled into the familiar building with a new sense of excitement as Sam had promised to bring a translator for you this week. It was finally time to say your thanks to some of the people there and finally let the group know about your brother, so that it wasn’t only you that remembered him.

You all but ran through the hallways until you caught sight of a familiar smiling man. Sam was facing you, talking animatedly to another man, the strangers back was to you. He was tall, broad shouldered and dressed in a vintage looking leather jacket and rather well fitted trousers. Now the debate was: does the tailoring make the ass, or does the ass make the tailoring. You were halfway through the arguments on either side when Sam shouting your name disrupted the intense debating in your mind. You blushed at being caught, then blushed some more when you caught sight of the stranger’s face. Twinkling blue eyes under a deep-set brow should have made him intimidating, but he was smiling, and his face was dazzling. There was an immediate fluttering in your stomach.

“Hey, I’m Bucky.” Dear lord even his voice was nice, what made you smile even more was the fact that he signed as he spoke. Well, Sam certainly knew how to pick them well. “Sam introduced me; said you wanted an interpreter.”

You nodded as you signed back, “Nice to meet you, thank you for helping out.”

“No problem, Sam has told me a bit about you.”

“Good things I hope.”

“Okay I recognise my own name, you two better not be conspiring against me.” Sam piped up, to be honest you had forgotten about him for a moment.

Bucky laughed, and it sent a little thrill down you, he really was adorable.

“No worries, Wilson, just letting them know all your dirty little secrets.”

“Right, you two get in there, before you make me sleep with one eye open.”

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You and Bucky caught each other’s eye, his eyes were twinkling with mischief, and you couldn’t help the smile that overtook you. You had a feeling that the two of you would get on just fine.

The meeting passed easily. Bucky translated your signs and you finally felt like you could actually take part in these meetings. Everyone listened intently when you spoke of your brother and when you had thanked the whole group for being so open to you a couple of people shed a tear. By the end of the meeting though you were tired and very accepting of Bucky’s offer to walk you home.

It was a lot of side glances and hidden smiles and you walked side by side. Drawn to each other under the moonlit sky, it was nice to just be in the presence of someone who had such a kind aura. You spent the walk trying to work up the confidence to sign something, anything but nothing came to mind and Bucky seemed quite content to just walk in comfortable silence.

You soon reached your home, you turned to Bucky with a smile on your face and signed,

“Thanks for today, Bucky. You were really helpful.”

“No problem.” He signed back,

You hesitated slightly before signing, “Would you be happy to have a coffee with me, tomorrow?”

Bucky went a little red in the face, and chuckled, “I would love to, I know a nice place, real cosy. I’ll text you the details.”

“You know how to text?”

“Hey! I get enough stick from Sam, don’t need you getting on my case too. I’ll have you know that I am very adaptable.”

“Sure, Sure.” You smiled at his flustered tone. “I’ll wait for your text then, have a good evening.”

“You too.”

The two of you stared slightly awkwardly at each other, neither wanting to be the first to turn around. You shuffled your feet away slowing, smiling awkwardly once more at Bucky before turning. You heard his footsteps start to fade away as you walked towards your home. You were but three steps to the door when a large figure in a hoodie slammed into you, you raised your arms instinctively to block them when you noticed your shoulder was lighter. The bastard had stolen your bag.

You immediately took chase, chasing around the corner you just walked down but they were fast, faster then you at least. As you rounded the corner you caught sight of Bucky walking ahead. The thief wouldn’t stand a change against him. Without a second thought you cast your thoughts towards Bucky,

“Bucky! Thief! My Bag! Behind you!”

You saw Bucky flinch slightly then turn bewildered, his eyes widening when he saw you hurting towards him, chasing the hooded figure. He caught on and launched after the thief as well, with barely any effort he knocked the thief to the ground, grabbed your bag and whipped out his phone to call the cops.

Well, that was hot.

You took your bag back, immediately checking that you brother’s lucky coin was in the zippy pocket, to your relief it was still there. You looked up to see Bucky staring at you with a very puzzled look on his face. You sighed before casting your thoughts to his head once more,

“I’ll explain later.”

Bucky let out a strange, decompressed noise of shock, it made you giggle. The two of you waited in silence until the police came and took the thief away. The police car had barely driven away when he turned to you.

“Did you just, talk in my head? Or did my conscious just suddenly get really loud.”

“I did. Hi. Sorry about that.”

He waved his hands dismissively. “Believe it or not, not the weirdest thing I’ve encountered.”

“Well, that’s reassuring.”

There was an awkward silence.

“So,” You started, resorting back to sign language, it felt less invasive, “Still down for coffee?”

Bucky smiled, “One hundred percent. I’ll see you tomorrow?”

“Yeah. Bye Bucky. Thanks for getting my bag back.”

“No problem, see ya.”

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The coffee shop that Bucky invited you to, was tucked away, it was the kind of place that you would stumble over on accident. With a simple door and a big window out the front, that lead soft orange light filter out onto the alley. There was the faint sound of jazz leaking out of the building, you smirked. It was such an old fashioned place, of course this was where Bucky frequented.

The bell tinkled slightly as you entered the café, where you were greeted with the smell of fresh coffee and baked goods. You caught sight of Bucky’s broad shoulders sitting in the corner, and you made your way over to him, smiling at the barista as you passed.

As if sensing you, Bucky turned to smile and wave. He was dressed in casual clothes like last time, but this time his hair was loose around his shoulders. You smiled back before settling into the seat opposite him.

His hands moved hesitantly as he signed, “What would you like? I can recommend their hot chocolate, its very warming/”

“Hot chocolate it is.”

You could tell he wanted to ask you a million questions but to his credit he walked slowly to get the drinks, he even took his time carefully carrying the tray of drinks back to your table. He placed a delicious looking hot chocolate in front of you. You watched as he took a sip.

5, 4, 3, 2, 1-

“So,” Here we go, “What is it you can do, you can speak in peoples’ heads, can you,” He lowered his voice and leaned in, “Can you read people’s minds?”

You giggled slightly, his eyes were basically sparkling, he was definitely nerding out about this.

You set the hot chocolate down before casting your thoughts to his head, “I can speak in peoples heads relatively easily, it’s how I talk most of the time to people I know. I guess you could call it Telepathy.”

Bucky’s eyes were as wide as saucers, “So you can’t read thoughts, only… speak them?”

“I like to call it casting, makes me feel like a sorcerer. I can read thoughts, but it takes a lot of energy. I used to be able to talk with my brother from across the house. That usually requires some kind of connection.”

“Oh, so like a blood or family connection? Do you have to know the person very well?”

“That certainly helps but it’s not always necessary. If I have a personal object that belongs to that person, something I can hold and connect to them it isn’t hard to make a two-way connection. Especially if that person is willing to open their mind.”

Bucky seemed to be caught in thought for a second. “So, if I were to give you something of mine, we could both talk in our… heads?”

“Well yes, but Bucky we have only just met. Letting me into your head is a lot. I try not to pry but sometimes I’ve found that thoughts just burst through. Let’s get to know each other a before that happens.”

Bucky smiled at you before speaking and signing, “You’re right. Let’s get to know one another. I find you fascinating.”

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It happened on the fifth date. Bucky was just walking you home after a lovely dinner at a small Italian that he claimed he went to back in the 40s. Just outside your door, under the glow of a lamppost he turned to you and took a deep breath before speaking.

“I know this may be a lot, but I wanted to give you these.” He reached around his neck and pulled off something silver. You gasped slightly as he held out his dog tags, immaculately preserved after all these years.

“Are you sure, Bucky? This is a lot.”

“I know and if you aren’t comfortable with it then just let me know but I want to give them to you.”

“You know what this means Bucky?”

“Yeah, I know, I just figured that you’re already in my head all the time anyways, just can’t seem to get you out of it.”

“You cheeseball.” You smirked at him before taking the dog tags and placing them around your neck. You gripped the cold metal for a moment, concentrating on the man in front of you. Taking everything, you knew about him and stretching out a connection, like a hand reaching out to clasp another.

“Testing, Testing, Testing, one two, one two, can my Telepathic partner hear me?”

You laughed, “Yes I can Bucky, you big dork.”

Bucky whooped out loud before sweeping you up in a big hug. The two of you laughing under the lamp light. His joy was infectious, and you couldn’t fight the smile off your face.

“Oh, we are going to have so much fun messing with Sam.”

“You’re evil.”

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Of course, the two of you made a pact not to tell Sam until he worked it out, which wouldn’t be anytime soon according to Bucky. It led to some very memorable moments and Sam refusing to play any form of card or board game with either of you because you always managed to win, somehow. Not to mention all the times you had spoken in eery unison around him.

“I swear, its like you two can read each other’s minds sometimes.” Sam threw his hands up in frustration at another lost game of charades.

You smirked at Bucky across the room, “Should you tell him, or shall I?”

“I think he’s been through enough, I got it.”

Bucky cleared his throat, “We can.”

Sam whipped around to face Bucky, a look of sheer disbelief on his face, “Seriously Bucky-boy, if you think I believe that after all-

“Hello Sam.” You cast your thoughts to him, in the creepiest old lady voice you could muster.

Sam yelped, before turning accusingly at you, “You better be joking around with me right now, I am not dealing with any kind of ghosts in this house.”

“Sorry! Surprise I’m telepathic!”

“You’re serious.”

You nodded.

Sam put his head in his hands and sighed, “Not the weirdest thing ever. Wait, does this mean you have been cheating this entire time.”

You both looked guiltily at one another.

“You owe me. That poker night, void.”

You both laughed, “We’ll have a fair rematch this time Sam.”

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It had been close to a year since you had made it official with Bucky and you were now much more comfortable around one another. He no longer just dropped you off at the lamppost but cam inside with you. You had spent many lovely mornings together sharing glances over steaming cups of coffee. Fighting each other for who got to spread their legs out on the couch, there wasn’t really a loser though as it usually ended up in sofa cuddles for both of you, while watching a film.

Life was pretty great, you thought, as you smiled down at the sleeping Bucky beside you. Finally reaching over to turn off the lamp and put your book down, you were finally reading the hobbit at Bucky’s insistence. As you clicked off the light beside you and settled down you noticed the faster than usual breathing coming from beside you.

“Bucky?”

You reached out, thinking he was awake but instead as you opened up your connection you caught flashes of night terrors. You were falling indefinitely, snow all around you, and in the distance, there were cries of pain, people pleading for their lives, there was gunfire and explosions. You gasped and took off the dog tags. You only gave yourself a moment to breathe before trying to shake Bucky awake. When it became clear that he wasn’t stirring you steadied yourself and settled your hands on his temples. You didn’t care you tired this would make you, you just wanted Bucky to stop suffering. You focused, offering out that hand of connection again, this time picturing it in the shape of a fist and, although it wasn’t subtle, you tried to shake Bucky’s brain awake. You forced your way into his dreams, punching through the dark fog that clouded his thoughts and almost screamed at him.

“Bucky! Bucky wake up! You’re dreaming my dear!”

Bucky woke up with a start. Tears flowing down his face, he stared at you blue eyes shining. No one spoke as he pulled you into his arms. You just breathed together for a moment, counting the breaths and the spaces in between. When he finally pulled back, you saw his eyes flicker with concern before lifting a hand to gently wipe under your nose, it came back red with blood.

“You, okay?”

You smiled sadly, reaching out to put the dog tags back on.

“I should be asking you that.”

“But you’re bleeding.”

“Occupational hazard.” You tried to subtly get rid of any of the extra blood. “That was pretty intense. Wanna talk?”

Bucky looked down to the sheets and shook his head. You smiled at him, tilting his head to yours.

“That’s fine, want me to go? Or would you like to cuddle for a bit?”

Bucky didn’t talk again, just pulled you gently down to the bed once more. Snuggling himself under your chin, resting his head on your chest. You felt his arms draw tightly against your waist. You pressed your lips into his hair.

“May I help you go to sleep? Keep the bad thoughts at bay for at least one night.”

You felt Bucky nod and let out a little sleepy hum of agreement. You closed your eyes, focused on your connection setting up a golden wall against the dark fog at the corners of his mind and settled into a deep sleep.

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You woke to the smell of fresh coffee and the clinking of cups.

“Morning.” You opened your eyes at Bucky’s voice and took the offered cup greedily. Your mind still felt hazy from the energy you used last night.

You felt the bed dip beside you as Bucky sat and sipped at his cup as well, hair a bit of a mess from bed. He had evidently only just woken up as well.

He took a breath, “I had some pretty interesting dreams, sweetheart.”

You stiffened, “Good ones I hope.”

“Don’t worry, they were good. If a little strange.”

“Strange?”

“I was watching myself most of the time.”

You snorted into the coffee, “Sounds creepy”

There was a slight chuckle, “Nah, I was watching myself build a home, a family- “

“Oh God Bucky.” You snapped your eyes to his, you knew what had happened. “I am so sorry my dreams must have stuck in your head.”

“Those were your dreams?”

“Yeah, its only happened once before but when the connection between two people is very strong, it can happen- I call it bleeding. Perhaps we should- “

“If the next words out of your mouth are take a break, I will spill your coffee.” You clutched your cup closer to your chest, “Truthfully, those were some of the beset dreams I have every had. I really loved them.”

You looked back up at him, hesitantly “You did?”

“And I love you.”

“Huh

There was silence as you stared at him in shock. His face as nothing but adoration as the sunlight filtered over his face.

“I love you, sweetheart.”

“I love you too.”

Coffee cups were cast aside as you both collided. Giggling and joking, radiating happiness as the two of you shared the sweetest kiss. Your feelings merging together, amplifying one another until they shone brighter than the sun.

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sunflowerdaisybee · 2 years

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Hello!

Could you do a scene where dream runs into his m!ex. They originally broke up bc dream wasn’t ready to come out, but after meeting again dream realises he still like the reader. It can be angst or fluff or whatever u chose :)

Please hydrate and take care of yourself <3

Thank you!!

-the new 🐝 anon who definitely got requesting down on the first try

I find the concept of ‘previous lovers who ended things and then fell back in love’ to be stupidly cute, anyways I hope you enjoy :] /g /pos

Summary: You agree to go out on a date with the one person you were hoping to avoid

Pairing: Dream X Reader

Pronouns: He/him

[A/n]: Requests are open, check out the 1000 follower special <3

Having been shunned and put down your whole life for being gay was something you were glad to be past. You had fought your whole life, celebrating who you were every chance you got. Maybe that’s why his words hurt you so much, maybe leaving wasn’t the best choice.

“I’m just not ready to come out yet.”

“I understand but have you thought about how I feel? I can’t hold your hand or kiss you in public, I can’t introduce you as my boyfriend to any of my friends. I’ve had to hide my whole life and now I’m stuck doing the same thing. I love you, I really do but this isn’t fair to me.”

“Well then maybe we should break up because things clearly aren’t working out.” The memory played over and over in your head. You hadn’t thought of the man in a while but seeing his face had brought the whole parade of thoughts marching back through.

“(Y/n)?” You physically recoiled as the man called out to you, the hope was that you could be in and out of the store without him seeing you but that clearly hadn’t worked.

“Dream, hey.” Turning to face the man you saw him smiling at you, a hopeful shimmer in his eyes.

“It’s been a while huh, thought you moved out of town?”

“I did, my job had me moved back here as part of a promotion though, so I stopped to pick up some groceries while I had the chance.” You motioned to your half-filled cart, there wasn’t much but enough to make a few decent meals.

“Where do you work, I know you were set on that one job.”

“I actually found something I like a lot better, it’s the perfect fit. If you don’t mind I’m actually kinda in a rush, I’ve gotta get moving.” You attempted to turn and walk away only for Dream to stop you.

“Let me take you out to eat sometime, please? I wanna apologize and make up for lost time, my treat.” You agreed, only to get him to leave you alone though, you had no intention of following through on his offer. He asked if you still had the same number to which you responded yes, rushing off before he could hold you any longer.

It was late when you actually got around to responding to his message, lying that your errands had kept you busy when you had actually been ignoring him. You didn’t hate Dream, you were kind of glad to see him again, you just couldn’t deal with the possibility of reliving prior events.

Saying no was never a strong suit of yours, especially when it was a cute guy asking you out. Dinner with Dream had gone better than you had expected, he was very polite and apologized for everything you had long forgotten about. He was very clear about how he still had some feelings for you but respected the fact that you didn’t quite feel the same.

“I don’t know if you really care about this, seeing as it’s been too long to really count for anything, but I came out to the public not that long ago. I’m not in the closet anymore and I understand why you enjoy it so much, it really is freeing.”

“I’m happy for you, it really is freeing.” Dream smiled at your smile, glad to see you enjoying yourself.

“So uh, not that I’m trying to ask you out or anything but, are you seeing anyone?”

“Actually no, I didn’t really have time to get to know anyone with how thrown into my work I was. I’m not sure if I really want to get to know anyone, I’m at a good point in my life, I have a new place, a great job, I’m enjoying every day. Dating someone just seems so, how do I put this, challenging?” Your sentences dragged on as you tried to find the right words to finish off your thoughts.

“I get it, dating can be a lot and it doesn’t always go right.” You and Dream continued chatting as you ate, reconnecting and filling in for all the missed years.

“Ya know, I didn’t think I’d actually enjoy going out with you this much, no offense or anything. I’m really glad I came though, it’s been nice to just chat with someone and forget life for a moment.”

“No offense taken, but hopefully we can do this again sometime soon, I’d love to go out with you again.”

“I wouldn’t mind that, you have my number.”

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jaehyunfirstlove · 3 years

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Pairing: classmate!jaehyun x webcam model!f.reader

Genre: smut (18+ only)

Warnings: unprotected sex, fingering, cum play, exhibitionism

Word count: 2.2k

A/N: requested by a lovely anon, hope you like it, and sorry it took so long!

*Disclaimer: I am not well-versed in webcam shows and did my research through wiki so I hope it makes sense :)

“Y/N, you wanna come out for a drink with us tonight?”

The class had just finished and you were packing up your things when Yuna came by to ask you if you wanted to go out with them.

“Sorry guys, I gotta start on that paper tonight.”

“Aw come on, it’s Friday night!” Yuna pouted, but you just shook your head.

“You know me, if I don’t start something right away I’ll procrastinate and wait till the last minute,” you shrugged. Out of the corner of your eye you noticed Jaehyun, the guy you’d been crushing on, standing amongst your group of friends. You pulled Yuna closer to you.

“Is Jaehyun going?” you whispered into her ear.

“Uh-huh,” she nodded, a shit-eating grin spreading across her face. “Now you wanna come along, don’t you?”

You were torn. You absolutely would’ve loved the chance to get to know Jaehyun better since you never had a chance during class, and outside of it you were too busy with your studies and your cam shows. But Friday nights were your biggest nights, and if you didn’t stream tonight you’d lose out on a huge payday.

“Ugh, I can’t,” you reluctantly declined, “I’m sorry, guys.”

Yuna just shrugged. “Yeah, you’ll be sorry alright.” She turned around, hooking her arm through Jaehyun’s and pulling him away. She turned back to look at you and smiled innocently, while you just gave her the finger before walking away.

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“Well, that’s all for tonight everyone, thanks for coming by.”

You saluted the camera and blew a kiss, your signature goodbye, as the last messages in the chat came in wishing you a good night and thanking you for the show. You couldn’t help but notice that one of your favorite viewers, peachyvalentine77, hadn’t joined at all that night. He was one of your best tippers, one of your sweetest and most polite customers, and he almost never missed a show.

You went into the bathroom to get yourself cleaned up, but your mind wandered to Jaehyun, wondering what he was doing while out with your friends. You knew Yuna had just been teasing you by linking arms with him, it was her way of trying to persuade you and on any other day it would have worked. As it was, you’d made a killing tonight, all of the money you made paying for the astronomical fees your college was charging you. If it weren’t for your cam shows, you wouldn’t have been able to afford to go to college in the first place.

Sighing to yourself, you went about thinking what Jaehyun must be like, if he was as sweet as he seemed, while you decided to paint your nails a vivid blue. You wondered mindlessly if Jaehyun liked blue, if he maybe thought your hands were pretty, or most importantly, what he might think if he found out you were a cam girl.

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Saturday nights were your next busiest nights, and you were pleased to see peachyvalentine77 sign on like he normally did.

Pv77: hi gorgeous

Me: oh you’re here! Missed you yesterday

Pv77: sorry had plans

Pv77: missed you though

He sent more messages throughout the show like he always did, praising you and showering you with compliments. He also tipped really well, as usual, right up until the show ended.

Pv77: i’ll see you again soon gorgeous

Pv77: and i love your nails btw

Pv77: blue is my fav color :)

You smiled at his message, happy to have impressed him.

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The following Monday you were exhausted in class, your friends thinking you were studying too hard but really it was too many late night cam shows. You noticed Jaehyun looking at you curiously, and you figured you must have looked really bad for him to notice. He kept glancing at you during class, and oddly enough, kept staring at your fingers. When class was over, you were packing up your stuff slowly, your energy lagging, when he came up to you.

“Hey, Y/N,” he greeted you, and you were slightly shocked that he knew your name, but you figured Yuna had probably told him.

“Hi, Jaehyun,” you answered, somewhat shyly because he was looking at you quite intensely.

“Can I… ask you a question?” he was hesitant in how he asked, but his eyes felt like they were boring into your face.

“Sure,” you answered, wondering what he was going to ask you, and feeling very self-conscious with the way he was looking at you.

“By the way,” he started casually, pointing to your nails, “blue is my favorite color.”

You could feel the heat rise in your cheeks, as his gaze slowly went from your nails to your face. You knew then you were caught, and you looked at each other in shocked surprise.

“You’re… peachyvalentine77?” you whispered, your hand going up to your mouth.

“And you’re Y/N-cam?” the look of shock on his face slowly changed as his suspicion was confirmed, a wide smile spreading that made his dimples extra deep. “Oh wow, I can’t believe it.”

Mortification quickly took over, as you realized you had just been found out, by your crush no less. You couldn’t have him spreading this news, especially to your friend group.

“Oh my god, Jaehyun, you can’t tell anyone about this!” you started to plead with him, putting your hands together in a supplicating gesture.

He looked at you quizzically, before a slow smile spread across his face. “Absolutely, my lips are sealed.” He made the motion of zipping up his lips but not before he looked at you with a sly grin. “But…”

“But what?” you didn’t like where this was going, the look on his face starting to alarm you.

“But my silence comes at a price.”

You knew it, you knew it was too good to be true, your good fortune had run out and now you were going to be blackmailed, by the one guy you were hoping to date. You were too busy calculating how many more shows you had to do to be able to pay him when you realized he was looking at you expectantly.

“Okay, what’s your price,” you sighed, willing to pay anything to have your secret kept.

“Well, I was actually thinking of something that would benefit both of us,” he began, and he really got your attention then. You looked at him to see if he was playing with you, but he had a pretty sincere, if a little mischievous, look on his face.

“And what’s that?” you asked suspiciously.

He leaned in closer, and at that distance you could see the gold specks amongst the brown of his irises, and smell the heady scent of his cologne. “How about we do a show… together.”

You blinked a few times, unsure if you heard him correctly, but he was still regarding you questioningly. “Are you serious, Jaehyun? Don’t joke about this stuff.”

He looked taken aback. “Of course I’m serious. I think we should do a show together.”

“Like have sex? On camera?” you clarified, and he nodded, smiling at your realization. You thought about it, while looking at his gorgeous face, and all of a sudden you were thinking about how he would feel inside you and just like that your pussy made your decision for you.

“Okay, I’m in.”

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Jaehyun came over on a Friday night, easily your busiest night, and therefore he figured you’d make a killing if you had sex on camera. He showed up at your place looking, and smelling, absolutely delicious, and you almost wanted to jump his bones right then and there and forget about the cam show altogether. But he was perfectly professional, helping you set up the camera and lighting to get everything just right.

“Ready?” you asked, when there was nothing left to do but start the show. You couldn’t help but be nervous, since it was your first time having sex on camera, and your first time having sex with Jaehyun. He noticed your apprehension, taking your hand and squeezing it reassuringly.

“I’m ready,” he responded, looking you in the eye, “I got you, okay? Anytime you want to stop, just squeeze my hand, okay?” He squeezed your hand to demonstrate what you should do, and you nodded, grateful for his understanding.

“Okay, here we go.” You started the camera, and did your customary greeting. You noticed people logging into the chat, and once you had a good number going you made your announcement.

“Everyone, today is a special show, since we have a special guest.” You held out your hand, and Jaehyun joined you, the camera set up so your faces wouldn’t be shown. “This is my friend, we’ll call him Jay.”

The chat lit up, and tips started to pour in, no doubt in anticipation of what was to come. You and Jaehyun shared surprised yet satisfied looks.

“I’m sure you’ve all guessed what’s going to happen today, so let’s get to it.” You led Jaehyun to the bed, and positioned yourselves so that the camera wouldn’t capture your faces.

“Are you ready?” he whispered in your ear, while rubbing your sides gently with his hands. His touch ignited something in you, and you nodded, biting your lip as you got into position. “I’ll go slow.”

You were wearing crotchless panties, so all he had to do was reach down between your legs, rubbing your pussy with his fingers. He groaned when he found you wet, and the sound just made you want him more, your hands coming up to grip his arms as he fingered you.

“Mmm,” you moaned, already losing yourself to his touch. You noticed the prominent bulge in his Calvin Kleins, so you rubbed him over the fabric, eliciting more beautiful sounds from his mouth.

“Oh god, Jay, I need you inside me right now.” You had wanted to go slow, you had meant to go slow, but he was driving you crazy with how sexy he was. You took a glance at the screen and saw the tips still pouring in.

“Are you sure?” he whispered, “I was thinking we should drag this out.”

“I can’t,” you responded honestly, “I just really want you to fuck me right now.”

His eyes grew dark at your admission, and he removed his fingers from you, pulling his boxers down and pumping his cock as he stared down at you. You bit your lip as you watched him, everything in slow motion as he knelt between your legs and placed the tip of his cock at your entrance. You took a moment to look over at the monitor, tips lighting up the screen, as his cock parted you.

Your mouth opened in a wordless scream, back arching off the bed as he entered you, his size not something your body was accustomed to. You grasped at the sheets, as he inched slowly inside you, his face intense as he watched your reaction.

“Can you take my cock?” he asked, voice husky, and you could only nod, “you’re so fucking tight, but your pussy is taking me so well.”

His dirty talk was heightening your arousal, and you couldn’t help but squeeze him, the walls of your pussy contracting around his cock. He hissed at the feeling, before he bottomed out with one hard thrust.

You screamed, clutching to the sheets as he started to pound into you, grunting with each thrust.

“You like it, baby?” he groaned, “show everyone how much you like my cock.”

You moaned and thrashed, the pleasure he was giving you sending you into a frenzy. “Oh, oh fuck, yes, yes, your cock feels so good inside me.” You had a vague notion that you were probably blabbering, but the way he was rutting into you was making you crazy.

“Jay! Oh my god, yes! Just like that, fuck me just like that,” you went on, grabbing onto his back now and digging your nails in as he fucked you, the bed shaking from his harsh thrusts.

“You’re so good for me, baby, your pussy was made for me,” he cooed, reaching down to squeeze your breasts over the lace of your bra. You moaned when he pulled the fabric down and pinched your nipple, moaned louder when he tugged lightly on the hardened bud. “So good,” he whispered, ducking his head down quickly so he could suck on your nipple, making sure his face couldn’t be seen on camera.

You moaned even louder when he tugged at your nipple lightly with his teeth, all while pounding into you at an insane pace.

“Jay, you’re gonna make me come,” you moaned, your entire body tingling as you felt your orgasm build up.

“You’re gonna come for me, come all over my cock,” he growled, rubbing at your clit now with his thumb. It was enough, sending you crashing, your limbs convulsing as you came, pussy pulsing around him. He groaned deep within his chest, then pulled out when you were done, pumping his cum all over your stomach.

You’d almost forgotten about the camera, wanting to just pull him down and kiss him until he was breathless, but you suddenly remembered, sparing a look at the screen. The tips were continuing to pour in, and you couldn’t help but smile up at him.

“So your idea worked,” you whispered at him, and he smiled at you.

“Told you it would,” he responded, winking at you before he leaned over and shut the camera off, leaning down to capture your lips in his.

#jaehyun imagines #jaehyun x reader #jaehyun smut #nct imagines #nct smut

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the-illiterate-pirate · 2 years

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You know what? Fuck you, *gives you Daddy Report*

People in tha asks gotta wait a fucking minute I'm on a Emporio cherishing spree rn

I love him. And Weather. So so so much. I need good things for them, so many good things. The ending's kinda wack but I'm getting kind of tired and I just wanted to post this finally. Might make this a oneshot series, who knows, but we WILL be getting more Daddy Report (one way or another)

He woke up to the feeling of a sun beam kissing his face and fingers combing through his hair. It was a pleasant, repetitive motion that set his mind at ease, and almost helped drift him back off to sleep, until he felt the hands connected start to lightly pull at strands and do whatever it was to them.

"Y/n?" He hoped it was his fiancée. God knows what he'd do if it was a stranger or worse, Foo Fighters acting weird again.

"Yes, Weather Baby?" She quietly whispered back.

"What are you doing to my hair?" He tried getting up, slowly, as not to disturb the figure sleeping next to him, but that was when he finally started to acknowledge the weight of something unknown on his backside, keeping him in place. "And why are you sitting on me?" He was starting to get restless. He found it a little harder to stay quiet and cool as your shenanigans continued on.

You only hummed, continuing your motions and combing. He tried pushing up again, but you slapped at his shoulder to keep him in place. Then a childish giggle came from his side.

"Emporio? You were awake this entire time?"

Weather Report could just make out the boy's golden eyes from the corner of his gaze. Emporio gave his caretaker a cheeky grin. "Mama was teaching me how to braid before you woke up."

Braid?

"You're braiding my hair?" This time he actually sat up, sending you ass over head on to the floor while he put his hands to his hair to feel it up.

There was a few beats of silence while your husband gingerly felt up his hair. Emporio was quick to fill that quiet with his boisterous laughter. You on the other hand decided to just take in the beauty that was your husband from your spot on the floor. He looked unfairly attractive with his hair out of his face. And the fact he was shirtless with his hands in his snow blue locks didn't help at all. You felt like one of those anime schoolgirls on the verge of a nosebleed.

Weather Report finally got his hair situated. The now free silvery locks cascaded down his shoulders waxing poetic. You goblin crawled back into bed next to Emporio, deciding to hug the boy close. He was overjoyed to reciprocate. Weather watched the ordeal silently, still kneeling over you two as you smothered the boy in kisses. Seeing his one and only peppering his boy with love warmed his heart like nothing else. He couldn't stay upset at these two-- it was impossible.

"You.." fight or flight kicked in once his sinister tone hit your ear. It was damn near scary how quick his expression could turn from irritation to full on sour in the blink of an eye. You were sure if looks could kill, you'd be at Death's doorstep.

Emporio was lucky to dodge Weather Report's attack. You... Not so much. You were tackled to the bed with his sturdy arms entrapping you in his warm embrace. The sudden jolt pulled a shriek from you, but it was quickly melted into a fit of giggles once his warm lips met your throat.

"You shouldn't mess with a man's hair without asking first!"

"Ack–! Weather, don't be like that! Can you blame me? With you laying around without your hat? It was too good to pass up!"

His kisses didn't hold up, he wouldn't let you reciprocate so you were forced to withstand torture.

"Hey! Mama, I'll save you!"

Emporio was still giggling as he jumped onto his father's back, playfully hitting his fists against him with no real ill intent. Weather Report finally got off of you to scoop up his son into his death grip, doing onto him what he did to you.

It was still a tangle of limbs some time later, while you all laughed and shared sweet kisses with each other still in bed. Emporio was squished between his two parents forced to watch them grossly connect their lips in loving smooches. "Eew, gross! Lemme go, I don't wanna see this!"

"Aw, don't think we forgot about you, my little ball of sunshine." You cutely pinched his cheeks, overflowing with love for the adorable child curled up in your arms. You added one more peck to the tip of his nose before agreeing, "Maybe we should get up, this entire fiasco started because we were trying to wake you up for breakfast." You kissed your husband's forehead.

"You

made breakfast?" There was a spark of excitement on his face. His stomach seemed to moan in agreement. He collected you both in his arms for one more bear hug, "I couldn't have asked for a better family to wake up with." With two more kisses to your and Emporio's crowns.

"Well, what're we waiting for? Let's go eat!"

Weather didn't budge, only sighed, "Just a moment..."

"Weather, the sausage will get cold." You tried to reason. But once you felt him squeeze you just a little closer, you understood. He'd buried his head in your neck, memorizing your scent. He didn't always have this. It was only until recently he could come home to the arms of a loving wife and boy. Weather Report had admitted before that his years before you were bleak and lonely. In the dead of night, in the comfort of your safe arms, only then did he break and show his grief. Only sometimes, like now, did his facade break and his emotions get the best of him. A wetness began to bloom on your blouse's shoulder.

"I'm so glad to have you both."

"Papa? Are you okay?" Emporio worriedly hugged on to Weather's arm.

"We know, Wes. And we're so very glad to have you too." You softly kissed his crown, running your fingers through his locks. "Why don't we go and get some food in our bellies? I'm running on empty."

With a sniff Weather left your shoulder. He wiped at his red eyes with his palm and didn't quite reach your and Emporio's gaze. "Yeah, we should. Sorry 'bout that."

You shook your head, "Don't apologize, baby. It's only normal, what kind of wife would I be if I couldn't give you a shoulder to lean on?" And kissed him again.

"Yeah! We love you, Papa!" Emporio chimed in. He tackled his father into another hug, and Weather reciprocated it quickly. "I love you too, kid. I love you both! I don't, I'm not sure where I'd be without you two."

His sentimentality was short lived. He pointed his nose to the air and got a big sniff of something. "Hey... Do you two smell something?"

Emporio took a whiff to, his eyes brightened at the familiarity. "Mama, you did remember to turn of the stove, right?"

"H-Huh? Oh, oh CRAP."

#yesyesyesyes #new tag #Daddy Report #for all of your family AU needs #featuring my odd attraction to long hair too for some reason #jojo no kimyou na bouken #jjba #stone ocean #weather report #emporio alnino #jjba x reader #weather report x reader

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imagine-darksiders · 3 years

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A gentle touch.

[Strife/Reader]

Summary: Set three years after humanity is resurrected. Strife shows up unannounced in your bedroom in the middle of the night, which would have been rude enough without him getting blood all over your cream-coloured carpet.

Tags: Blood, injury, PTSD, knife, protective Strife, whump, hurt/comfort, fluff, angst, sharing a bed ;), bandages and cleaning wounds, how not to administer first aid.

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You have the apocalypse to thank for turning you into such a light-sleeper.

Even though the nights of sleeping with one eye open are far behind you and Earth is back on the road to a long and arduous recovery, you'll still jolt awake if your unconscious mind hears something scuttle beneath the floorboards of your freshly-restored home, and God forbid a tree branch should happen to scratch at the bedroom window...

Waking up with the feeling that your heart is three beats from bursting right out of your chest is exhausting, to say the least. And it isn't just you who suffers from the onset of hyper-vigilance.

It was a decidedly cruel consequence that the resurrected humans were able to recall their lives before the end of the world. Crueller still, they woke up to remember exactly how and where they eventually kicked the bucket, and of course, nobody knew that a significant chunk of time had passed at all since the end of the world and its rebirth.

They thought they were still in danger.

In one moment, all they knew was immense and excruciating pain, and then, in what seemed like the blink of an eye, they woke up again, screaming and writhing in the echoes of phantom pain that had occurred almost a century ago.

Three years down the line since ‘The Great Waking,’ and there isn’t a human alive who could claim that they’ve slept through an uninterrupted night.

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The alarm clock on your bedside table has just ticked over to read '2:36am' when your eyes suddenly snap open and you fling yourself upright in bed, your spine ramrod straight and your ears ringing with a sharp, tinny note.

It isn’t a nightmare that wakes you. At least, not this time.

Worse.

It’s a sound.

An out-of-the-ordinary sound that isn't in keeping with the normal ambiance of your bedroom.

But where...?

....It's coming from your window.

Tired eyes swivel to the curtains whilst your hand immediately flies out to blindly fumble with the drawer of your bedside table. Once your fingers find the cold, metal handle, you rip it open and plunge your hand inside, rummaging around until you feel the reassuring grip of your most precious possession.

Your trusty bread knife. Serrated edge, nine inch blade, perfect for cutting slices of toast in the morning and for tearing through the toughened hide of a hungry demon.

Peace between the Universe’s species had been declared once humanity was fully introduced to the connected realms, a decision that suited a vast majority of Creation. Hell, however, had offered up a fair amount of opposition to the notion before eventually conceding and agreeing – albeit begrudgingly – to honour the peace treaty alongside angels, makers, undead and the rest.

Even demon-kind knew not to incur the wrath of humanity's strongest and most ferocious protectors, the Horsemen.

But... there are always exceptions to the rule. Some demons just... hadn't gotten the memo.

It wouldn’t be the first time one of them had tried to make an assassination attempt on humanity’s envoy.

Heart in your throat, you grasp the knife securely in your dominant hand and peer through the darkness towards the window.

Only a sliver of moonlight peeps through a tiny gap in the curtains. In another blink, the light suddenly disappears, and you know better than to assume that the moon has simply ducked behind a cloud.

Something is standing at your window, blocking out the light.

You think you might actually be sick when you hear the sound again, claws scraping on wood – a sound you know all too well – well enough to send your head spinning into a panic.

Swallowing back the nausea in your throat, you brace yourself, instincts flicking between running for the door and knowing never to turn your back on a demon.

Sadly, the decision is swiftly taken out of your hands. Through the darkness and the deafening roar of blood rushing through your ears, you can make out the distinct sound of your window sliding slowly open.

The knife is a comforting weight in your hand. But it’s less than useless if you don’t calm down and try to remember the lessons that Death has taught you. If the eldest Horseman were here, he’d probably have berated you seven ways to Sunday by now for freezing up and missing an opportunity to better prepare yourself for an attack.

A dark silhouette pushes the fluttering fabric of your curtains aside and pulls itself halfway into your bedroom.

Whatever it is, it’s big.

Breath catching in your throat, you clasp a handful of your duvet and get ready to fling it at the intruder as a distraction, hoping that it’ll be enough to buy you a precious few seconds to gain the upper hand. You've learned that humans are inherently weaker than demons, but if there’s one thing you’ve learned from Death, it’s that strength isn’t necessarily the deciding factor in any battle. You still have your wits. You only hope the demon has less.

Two luminous, golden eyes turn in your direction and you press yourself backwards into the headboard.

Several seconds drag by in perfect silence.

Then...

“Hey.”

And just like, that tension leaves your body like a balloon deflating of air and you heave the loudest sigh you can muster, dropping the bread knife into your lap.

“Damn it, Strife! You about gave me a heart attack!”

With a 'whump,' you flop back against your pillows and take a second to breathe whilst one of the Four Horsemen drags himself the rest of the way through your bedroom window.

Strife.

It's only Strife...

Whilst certainly a dangerous being in his own right, you know you have nothing to fear from the Horseman who had all but appointed himself as your friend three, long years ago, all in an attempt to irritate his brother, Death, of course.

At least, at first.

Death was the one who pulled you from the dying Earth and preserved your life-force as you journeyed together on a quest to resurrect humanity, but after he made the jump to introduce you to his 'little' siblings, it had been Strife who'd taken a particular shine to you, and it had everything to do with a compatible, if terrible sense of humour.

That first meeting sparked what was sure to be an interesting friendship between the pair of you.

-----

“So, my brother went and got himself a human, huh?” Strife had teased, pointedly ignoring the withering look he received from Death to add, “Gotta say, I'm impressed, Kid. Didn't think anyone would have the inclination to willingly travel with my brother. But then, I guess...” He trailed off and you could almost see the smirk growing under his mask. “Deathperate times and all that, huh?”

At once, his siblings all groaned out varying noises of disapproval. Fury, the loudest, cocked her hip and shot Strife a frosty glower. “You are singlehandedly ruining our reputation, brother."

“She's right, you know,” you spoke up, trying not to flinch when all eyes snapped onto you once more, “That pun was pretty deadful.”

The brief, startled second of silence was soon blasted apart when Strife threw his head back and barked out a triumphant laugh, while Death slowly turned to look at you, utterly betrayed.

“Ha!” Strife's eyes positively gleamed with mischief, “You're right, human. Guess I should'a considered the reapercussions of a joke like that, huh?”

“I ought to have known introducing you two would be a mistake,” the eldest Horseman grumbled, earning a sympathetic look from War.

“Sorry, Death,” you said with a perfectly straight face, “You want us to get out of your scythe so you don’t have to look at us anymore?”

Strife had howled.

Death, however, merely heaved a long-suffering sigh. Fury's eyes all but rolled into the back of her skull and War just stood there, struggling to keep his lips from twitching at their corners.

And you had looked around at all of them, a little proud and blissfully unaware of what you'd just unwittingly signed yourself up for.

You'd had Strife's attention from that day on.

-----

Shaking off the fond memory, you tiredly will your mind back to the matter at hand.

You reach across your bed and drop the knife back into the drawer before leaning down and skirting your fingers over the wall in search of a switch. The next moment, there's a 'click!' and the room is illuminated by clustered fairy lights that you've draped around your ceiling, forcing you to squint blearily against the intrusion of light as Strife hauls his leg into your room.

“Honestly. How many times have I told you to use the door?”

“S'locked,” he grunts.

You're in the midst of rubbing your eyes to try and stimulate a little life back into your bones, so you miss the way he stumbles a few steps away from the wall and presses a gauntleted hand to his abdomen.

“Yeah, it’s locked because it's-” You take a quick glance at the clock next to you. “-Two thirty in the morning! Strife, I’m supposed to be up at six to meet Ulthane! What do you need so badly that you'd-... Hey.. Are.. are you okay?”

At last taking a long, hard look, it suddenly occurs to you that the Horseman is... not entirely himself.

He's hunched over, his shoulders pulled in around his neck and his chest rising and falling in long, languid motions. The tattered cowl he wears around his neck hangs loose around his collarbones and it faces the very real threat of slipping off to the floor. At last, your eyes drop to the hand that's clamped over the left side of his abdomen and you blurt out a startled gasp.

In the paltry, pink glow of your fairy lights, you spot an unmistakably crimson liquid dribbling between his fingers, starkly contrasted against the steel-grey colour of his armour.

The next few seconds pass in a blur as you frantically begin kicking off your duvet and scramble out of bed, flying across the room to the Horseman's side.

“Strife! What'd you do!?”

“Oh, that's real sweet,” the Nephilim chuckles wryly whilst he collapses back against the wall and slides down it with a strained grunt, “Why're you – ung... assuming it's something I did?”

Without missing a beat, you snap, “This would hardly be the first time you got hurt because you're a wise-cracking jokester with a big mouth! Now tell me who you pissed off?!”

You drop onto your knees next to him and reach out, fingers hovering tentatively above his stomach. With your focus directed away from his helm, Strife doesn’t bother to hide the way his eyes dart from left to right before they settle back on the top of your head.

“Ah, it was... just some demon, caught me slackin', that's all,” he shrugs, letting you carefully grasp his wrist and lift it away from his torso.

At once, fresh blood gushes from a deep gouge cut into in the dark, leather under-skin he wears beneath his cuirass and you yelp, slapping a hand over your mouth in abject horror.

The sound draws Strife's gaze to you and once he spots the shocked despair on your face, he gives himself a mental kick.

He hadn't meant to... He... doesn't like it when you’re scared because of him.

"Hey, no, no – I'm okay!” he rushes to reassure you, “Don't worry about this. I've had worse!”

“That's not the point, Strife!” you argue, dropping his wrist and carding your hands through your hair, “You're hurt now! And I don't – there's so much blood, and you-” Cutting yourself off, you squeeze your eyes shut and inhale deeply through your nose, willing your pulse to ease so that you can rationally address this situation.

Another lesson Death had taught you - stay calm in a crisis. Panic kills.

Releasing a long, hard breath, you peel your eyes open again and nod, jaw set. “Okay. All right. I need to.. I need water. A-and I need to see the wound.”

The interrogation can come after you've dealt with... this.

“There's a bowl and flannel in my bathroom,” you announce, getting to your unsteady feet and gesturing towards Strife's cuirass, “Think you can get that off so I can have a look?”

Huffing out a breath of laughter, the Horseman winks at you suggestively and drawls, “An' here I was doin' things the hard way to get your attention. You know, you didn't have to wait till I got myself gutted before you asked me to take my armour off in your chambers.”

A wise-cracking flirt with a big mouth.

As exasperating as he is though, you don't mind it in the slightest.

This is your usual rapport, after all. A friendly back and forth interlaced with the occasional, flirtatious comment. At first, Strife had only initiated it because it drove an over-protective Death up the wall. The eldest Horseman had almost threatened to 'remove Strife's libido' until you'd up and flirted right back, distressing the old reaper even further.

It's funny. It's innocent. But right now, it's reassuring, if only somewhat, that Strife is behaving just like his shameless, old self.

Besides, you can give back as much as you get.

“Well, I had to wait for a good enough excuse,” you retort, “Couldn't come on too strong and risk scaring you off, now could I?”

In response, Strife just chuckles fondly and watches you turn and speed away to your ensuite, oblivious to the warm, soft glow radiating from his eyes.

In less than a minute, you're briskly striding back into the room, a dripping flannel in one hand and a bowl in the other, and he suddenly remembers that you'd asked him to remove his cuirass.

Mission failed.

But you don't even bat an eyelid to find it still in place, assuming that the Horseman can't get at the catches on the sides in his current state.

In one, smooth motion, you drop down beside him once more and set the cloth and bowl nearby. “Here, let me help..”

The Horseman's pulse sputters when your tiny fingers reach around his torso and fumble with the buckles and straps that keep his armour securely in place. It doesn't pass his notice that your hands are trembling.

“Hey,” he calls, catching your eye for a moment before you go right back to fiddling with the cuirass, “This is nothin’, you know that, right?”

You only press your lips together and hum, clearly skeptical.

You're working fast and in almost no time at all, the straps have been released and you carefully take the Nephilim's broad shoulder, giving it a tug, guiding him to lean away from the walls so that you can start to peel the bulky armour off.

“Nng, hang on,” he mutters.

Reluctantly, you sit back to let him tug his chest piece loose before he simply drops it onto the carpet next to his legs with a dull 'clang.'

Exposed to the soft glow of your lights, your eyes are instantly drawn to the gaping wound that stretches in a horizontal line across the left side of his abdomen. It seems that something really has tried - and nearly succeeded - to gut him. Several inches long and goodness knows how deep, even against the iron-grey colour of his skin, the gash is alarmingly obvious and the blood far, far too noticeable for your liking. It still comes as something of a shock to learn that the Horsemen, barring Death, can actually bleed.

Wordlessly, you pick up the flannel and wring it out into the bowl of water, wondering if he'll mind that you didn't wait for the tap to get warm before you soaked it. It shouldn't surprise you that the Horseman doesn't protest or even flinch when you gently press the wet cloth to the bloodied skin around his wound, nowhere near the gash itself, not until you've cleared away some of the mess around it and determined its real depth.

You don't notice that his eyelids flutter closed once you press the cloth to his skin, nor do you see when their golden light fluctuates in contentment as the fingertips of your other hand press gently to his stomach, the pressure barely enough for him to feel, but enough to keep you steady whilst you daub at his drying blood.

It takes a formidable effort to suppress the shudder that nearly races up his spine. This is the first time he's felt your skin against his without a single piece of armour standing between you.

Creator, you're so soft! Just like he always imagined you would be.

“Jeezus, Strife,” you whistle, abruptly snatching his focus away from the soothing strokes of your silky fingers,“You've made a real mess of yourself. Why on Earth didn't you just go straight to Death? I thought he was the best healer in your family.”

The warm skin underneath your fingertips jumps as the Horseman puffs out a quick laugh, gazing dopily at your temple whilst you wipe at the edges of his wound with small, careful touches.

“He is,” Strife readily agrees, “But the moody bastard wouldn't be nearly as gentle with me as you are.”

You blow an unimpressed huff from your nose and glance up at him in time to catch his lazy wink. “I can always press harder if you like?”

“Nah.” The Horseman settles himself more heavily against the wall, knocking his skull back against it and mumbling, “Just keep touchin' me all gentle like that. S'nice...”

Quite abruptly, the chatty Nephilim goes silent and the glow from his eyes that had illuminated your face only moments ago suddenly disappears.

“Strife?”

He doesn't respond.

“Hey, Cowboy! Don't you fall asleep on me, you hear?”

There's a long stretch of silence, then, “Won't,” he mumbles, cracking one eyelid open to peer down at you.

Harrumphing, you promptly turn back to the gash in his stomach and wipe the last of the dried blood off his skin, still far from clean, but at the very least, better than it had been.

“Right,” you declare, pulling away to stand up and drawing a decidedly petulant whine from the Horseman on your bedroom floor. “I'm gonna go get the first aid kit from downstairs.”

There’s a shift in his expression and something that hinges on alarm suddenly whistles through his blood.

“I won’t be long,” you promise, "Be right – Hey, woah! What're you doing!?”

Darting forwards, you hastily place your hands on each of Strife's broad shoulders, trying to push him back down as he grabs the window sill behind him and begins hauling himself up to his feet.

“What's it look like ‘m doing?” he answers gruffly, slouching forwards as if the weight of his own head is too much to keep aloft, “Comin’ with you”

Sputtering out a few, incredulous noises, you try to make him see sense. “I’ll bring the first aid kit to you! You need to rest! It's bad enough that you already climbed in through my second storey window!”

But Strife, stubborn as a mule and much, much stronger than you, isn't deterred by your protests. Grunting, he curls one arm over his stomach and takes a step forwards, ducking beneath your light fixture and standing to his full, imposing height.

Even with three years of companionship behind you, you’re still frequently taken aback at how effortlessly the Horseman can make you feel small and fragile when you stand close to him.

Knowing full well that you’ll never be able to force him down again, you allow your hands to slip from his shoulders and fall against your sides like lead weights. You aren’t sure why he’s suddenly so hellbent on following you, downstairs, of all places, but you don’t dwell on it, especially given that you’re far more preoccupied with the fresh blood that has already begun trickling out of his wound to replace the stains you’ve painstakingly cleaned away.

Puffing out your cheeks, you raise a hand and pinch the bridge of your nose. “Strife, please sit down?” You aren’t so proud that you won’t resort to begging, tired as you are and exasperated with his obstinate behaviour. “I’m worried about you...”

All at once, the Horseman stiffens. ‘Oh, now she’s fighting dirty,’ he muses to himself.

Gradually, you lift your eyes to meet his and try your very best to glare up at him, pinning him down with all the stern authority you can muster. For several, slow heartbeats, the Nephilim peers right back at you and you’re almost certain that you’ll lose this battle of wills, which is why it comes as such a shock when his fiery gaze falters, wavering slightly before it promptly drops to the floor near your feet.

It's... rare for Strife to be looked at by someone who isn't ashamed to show that they worry about him.

But the way you're looking at him now? Hell, the way you've been looking at him since he clambered through your bedroom window? You're practically broadcasting your concern.

Strife just... isn't used to seeing that. So he glances down instead, finding the fibres of your carpet particularly exhilarating tonight. Slowly, begrudgingly, he sinks down to sit on the edge of your bed, heavy enough that the frame creaks and groans under the weight of a fully grown Nephilim and he has to hold back a contented sigh at the softness beneath his legs.

From the corner of an eye, he can see that your jaw is hanging ajar and remains so until you give yourself a little shake and throw him a satisfied nod. “Thank you,” you huff before turning on your heel and striding purposefully from the room.

Strife listens raptly to your footsteps disappearing down the staircase, unaware that his hands have curled into tight fists around your duvet.

'It's fine,' he assuages the insistent voice at the back of his head, 'She's fine.'

He took care of the threat. That demon asshole isn't coming after his friend.

You’re only downstairs. He can already hear you pushing open the door to your little kitchen whilst the rest of his senses remain trained on the sounds and smells of the night.

It isn't as though something bad might happen just because his eyes aren't fixed upon you...

Frankly, he thinks he’s being more than generous to allow a full, Earth minute to pass as he taps his heel impatiently against the side of your bed.

Didn’t you say you’d be right back?

...

“Fuck it...”

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Perhaps, in hindsight, keeping your first aid kit on the top of the fridge hadn’t been one of your brightest ideas, given that you need a chair to reach it. Then again, securing immediate access to bandages and plasters hadn’t exactly been on the forefront of your mind when you were rebuilding your old home from the ruins it had been left in.

With a grunt, you drop your rickety kitchen chair next to the fridge and clamber up onto the seat. “I have got to find a better place for you,” you grumble at an apathetic first aid kit that sits gathering dust near the wall. Stretching your arm out, you manage to snag it by the handle and drag it towards you-

“The hell're you doing!?”

The violent jolt that shoots through you like lightening nearly sends you toppling off the chair. You let out a yelp, just barely catching yourself on the fridge with your free hand before you whip about to see none other than Strife silhouetted in the kitchen doorway.

“Wh- the hell are you doing!?” you retort, knitting your brows into a frown and clutching the first aid kit against your heaving chest, “Why aren’t you upstairs?”

The Horseman’s glowing eyes are fixed unsettlingly on the chair beneath your feet and rather than answer the question, he ducks under the doorframe and thunders towards you in a few, short strides, leaving you with no time to protest before he suddenly sweeps you up off the chair and into his arms, caging you against a solid chest.

At once, you begin to struggle. “Strife! Your wound! Put me down, you'll hurt yourself!”

But the Nephilim is hardly paying attention. His glare lingers on the flimsy, wooden chair legs for a moment before he flicks his gaze towards the large window above your sink, noting with no small degree of distaste that it isn't even shut.

It’s like you’re inviting danger in.

If you had any idea of the fate he and his siblings are currently trying to protect you from, you might just try a little harder to take better care of yourself.

“Hey!” you continue to protest against his hold but manage to refrain from jostling about too much, mindful of his injury. “For god's sake! What's gotten into you?!”

He offers little more than a noncommittal grunt in response and begins trailing back towards the staircase, casting brief glances at the french doors leading out onto your patio.

'Structural weakness,' he registers, 'Perfect point of entry for anything smaller than a Trauma...'

Shaking his head, he turns sideways to fit you through the kitchen door and takes the stairs up to your room.

After a second, he lowers his eyes to meet yours and finds himself meeting a highly unimpressed scowl. “What?” he asks, the very picture of innocence.

Raising your brows, you snap, “Don't you 'what' me! The hell is all this about? I told you to stay put!”

“You were takin' too long,” he shrugs.

“Too long!?” Indignant, you flick your wrist and rap the first aid kit against his collar bone, “I was gone a minute, max! If you were so worried about me taking too long to fix you up, then why are you moving around and making your injury worse!?”

The light of Strife's golden gaze dims and he turns his head away, staring up towards the top of the stairs and your bedroom door beyond. “S'not me m' worried about,” he mumbles.

It's such an about-face from his usual demeanour that you can do little but blink dumbly up at him and fall still against his chest, your mouth hanging agape.

In silence, the Horseman ducks through the door into your room and sidles over to the bed where, hesitantly, he lowers you down until you're sitting safely on the edge.

In the next moment however, just as Strife drops heavily onto the bed next to you, you slip away and settle on the floor instead, placing the first aid kit beside his boots and fumbling with the latches.

Despite blowing out a rough grumble of disapproval that sounds entirely too much like War for his liking, he lets you go.

Chewing on your lip, you stare at the contents for a moment before snatching up a pack of antiseptic wipes, tearing one out and bringing it up to his stomach.

“You want to tell me why you just exacerbated your injury to rescue me from my kitchen chair?” you ask him, adding as an afterthought, “This might sting a bit..”

When he doesn't reply, you glance up and quirk a brow at the underside of his chin, only to catch him peering back at you from behind heavy-lidded eyes. Then, with a weary sigh, he sags forwards and raises a hand to rub at the back of his neck, looking sheepish, of all things.

Unable to dispel your frown, you blindly begin brushing the wipe underneath his bleeding wound.

He doesn't even wince.

Strife tips his helm towards the bedroom window and slumps further backwards into your mattress, seeming so entirely out of place amidst the colourful duvet cover and frilly cushions.

“Okay,” he mutters, “I uh, I got a confession to make.”

Interest piqued, you make an acknowledging sound at the back of your throat and return your attention to his abdomen.

“Death didn't want us to tell you about this,” he continues quietly whilst you toss the now ruined wipe over your shoulder and pull out a fresh one, “And, to be honest, neither did I. We didn't want you to have to worry, y'know?”

You don't know. And you nearly ask him what you should be worrying about, but you soon let your mouth fall shut and settle for humming curiously instead, trusting that he'll tell you soon enough anyway.

There's a long pause, during which you find the courage to bring your fingers close to the edges of his wound and immediately have to withhold a gag when the motion sends another spout of blood oozing from the cut and dribbling down your wrist.

After a moment, Strife huffs and forges ahead, “Course, War and Fury did want to tell you-”

He's stalling, you realise belatedly.

“-War thinks you have every right to know. And Fury said there's nothin' for you to worry about anyway, cause we've got your back.”

“Fury said that?” you ask distractedly, dropping the wipe and rummaging around for a gauze pad. In response, Strife exhales, a tiny, hidden smile creeping onto his lips. “Fury says a lot of stuff about you that you don't know about.”

Gently, you unroll the gauze and press it against his wound. “Wow, you sure that's your sister? Sounds like she might've been body snatched.”

“Ha!” The Horseman suddenly throws his head back. “Well, if she has been replaced, I sure as shit ain't going lookin' for the original. This Fury is... she's...”

He pauses, tipping his head in thought before eventually settling on, “She's learning.”

You blow out a long, impressed whistle and he nods his agreement, adding, “Yeah, s'weird for all of us too.”

The room lapses into silence once again as you stretch the gauze across Strife's abdomen and mutter, “Hold this,” before your hands are retreating and the Horseman's slide down to keep the bandage in place.

Reaching into the box once more, you take some bandages and begin to unfurl them gingerly over the top of the gauze. “Not hurting you, am I?”

You miss the soft expression he aims at the top of your head. “Never.”

You're more than aware that he probably won't tell you you've hurt him even if you were to stick your fingers in the wound twist them.

“Sooo~....?” you prompt.

Peering down at you, Strife cocks his head to one side and echoes, “Soooo?”

“What did Fury and War think I should know?”

“Oh. Right...” His reluctance is as painfully obvious as a slap to the face but you're slightly more focused on plunging your hand back into the first aid kit and rooting around for a roll of adhesive tape.

He observes you for a moment, growing more and more certain that despite your curiosity, you aren’t actually paying a great deal of attention to his words. Quite abruptly, he asks, “You listening?”

Emitting little more than a vague hum, you finally snag the tape and run your fingernail along the smooth surface, searching for the ever-elusive end.

“You sure?” Strife grunts skeptically, “Kid, this is kind of important.”

Without missing a beat, you nod your chin towards his injury and reply, “Yeah, well, you're kind of important too, buddy.”

Oh.

Oh, that's...

Strife wracks his brain, trying to pluck an appropriate response from amidst his tumbling thoughts. Part of him wants to scoff – of course he's important! He's Strife! The best, damn marksman who ever walked the realms of existence.

But then, there's another part of him that lurks deep behind the walls of hubris and brass he's been building meticulously for centuries, and it gives a little leap at the sound of your words, delighted beyond measure.

Averting his gaze, Strife lets out a chuckle. “You're getting soft.”

“Ah, I've always been soft.”

His heart thrums. “Wasn't talkin' about you, kid.”

You shoot him a smirk as you stick a piece of tape over the bandages covering his injury. “Well, if you're talking about yourself, then you're wrong again. You aren't getting soft. You've always been soft.”

The Horseman mutters something incoherent, but it's his distinct lack of an articulate response that speaks volumes to your ears.

The slight pressure of your fingers as they prod at the tape with tentative care leaves him mourning the centuries he's gone without knowing such a gentle touch. Rolling his eyes down to you, his smile droops and he sighs, sagging forwards to rest his elbows on his knees just as you attempt to place another strip of tape.

“Strife!” you complain, leaning back, “I need to put more tape on!”

He merely blinks at you languidly and says, “Later. I want you concentratin' on me right now.”

“I've been concentrating on you all night,” you huff, though you eventually concede and sit back on your haunches, peering up at the Horseman expectantly.

Studying your face for another moment, he breathes a long sigh and gestures to his stomach. "I told you a demon did this..."

“Uh huh...”

Solemnly, Strife continues, “So more specifically, it was a Shadow Caster. Been on her trail for a couple of weeks now. Finally caught up with her on some farmlands west of the city...”

“Okay?” you nod, digesting the information, “And why were you on her trail?”

He hesitates, flicking his eyes between you and the window a few times before he quietly admits, “She was comin’ after one of my friends...”

“Who?”

The look he throws you is so pointed, you suddenly feel like a fool for missing the obvious.

“Ah.” Understanding, you slowly nod your head.

“Yup.”

“But, she's dead now, right?” You gesture to his wound. “You came straight here after killing her.”

Strife's eyes darken further and each time they try to land on your face, they seem to slide right off again and drop to the carpet. “Uh, yeah. She's dead.”

You heave a sigh. “She wasn't the only one who's after me.”

“... No..”

“I see.” Inhaling long and slow through your nose, you tip your head back and slap your hands on your thighs, rubbing at them anxiously as you gaze around the room. “So, do we know how many there are?”

The Horseman eyes you for several, silent seconds. Eventually though, he speaks up. “Got wind of a small group of about four of 'em. Demons mostly, one undead. You and I've got a mutual... uh, friend, who's been keeping his ears to the ground, and he reckons they’re aiming to provoke another war between Hell and Earth by killin' the human envoy.”

“Wow. Talk about sore losers,” you scoff humourlessly, “So, who is this mutual friend?”

Some of the tension bleeds out of Strife's posture once he notices that you haven't immediately flown into a panic. “C'mon kid,” he snorts, “You know I can't expose my source. He doesn't want you know that he cares about you. Thinks you might start askin' for discounts if you thought he was getting' soft.”

“Discounts, huh?” Your lips quirk up at their edges and Strife smacks a palm over his mask in mock distress.

“Ah, hell, I gave it away, didn't I?”

“I bet his name rhymes with Shmulgrim, doesn't it?” you laugh.

Chuckling, Strife leans back on his hands again and replies, “Hey, you came to that conclusion on your own. Technically, I never told you who my source was.”

With the atmosphere in your bedroom gradually becoming lighter and lighter, you follow the Horseman's lead and relax backwards onto your hands, stealing a surreptitious glance at the bandages adhered to his torso.

It's no longer as surprising as it used to be that Vulgrim is invested in the well-being of his 'valuable asset.' The Horsemen are perhaps his best clients, hence the vested interest in keeping himself in their good graces by looking out for their human ward.

Shaking your head with a knowing smirk, you push yourself up onto your feet and glance down at yourself, brushing off your pyjama shorts, only to grimace when your hands do nothing but smear Strife's blood all over the fabric.

“Sorry... for the mess.”

You raise your head at the sound of the Horseman's voice and find him glowering down at the stains he's dripped onto your carpet, his eyes hooded and glum.

Heaving a sigh that you hope conveys both exasperation and affection, you reach out and place your comparatively tiny hand on his shoulder to give the pauldron a reassuring squeeze, drawing his gaze back up to your face. “I don't care about the mess, Strife” you tell him matter-of-factly, “The carpet's just here to stop my feet getting cold in the morning. You're my best friend.”

Ever so slowly, his luminous eyes grow wide with wonder and he lets his jaw drop open to speak, but before he manages to utter a soft, 'what?' you give his shoulder a friendly jostle and add, “So long as you're okay, pal, that's the main thing. Now...”

Trailing off, you move back around the bed and let your fingers slide off the Horseman's arm, stepping up to the bedside table containing your pyjamas, oblivious to how swiftly and easily you've just swept the rug out from underneath Strife's feet. He twists himself around on your mattress to watch you, his eyes as wide as than dinner plates.

Did you mean to say... best?

He – well, he always knew that you considered him a friend! Hell, he'd even go so far as to say the two of you are close friends.

But best?

Best implies that there's nobody – nobody – that you hold in higher regard than him...

'How did I miss that!?' his psyche all but screams at him, 'When the Hell did I get so important!?”

You aren't even looking at him, too busy rummaging through your drawers, as if you have no idea that you've just pulled his heart right out of his chest and now you have it cradled in the palms of your hands.

You could crush the life out of him with hardly a word.

“So, you never did say!” you call out to him as you duck into your ensuite bathroom and flick the light on, hiding yourself from view whilst you change, “How does the master of marksmanship get tagged by a Shadowcaster in the first place? You’re not usually the type to get up close and personal. That’s more War’s thing, right?”

All at once, the threats that demon witch had made against you ring like klaxons in Strife’s head and he has to make a conscious effort to ignore his instinct to leap off the bed and barge into the bathroom just to be sure you’re safe. He hears the shuffling of fabric against skin as you pull off the bloodied shorts and begin to pull on the new ones.

Grinding his teeth, he spits out, “She just.. got me mad, is all. Made me wanna have the satisfaction of wringing her neck with my bare hands instead of filling her with bullets.”

“Wait, seriously?” Your silhouette suddenly appears in the bathroom doorway and and strife glances up, briefly enraptured by the halo of light glowing at your back. A fellow human might have likened you to an angel. Strife, however, knows that none of the feathery bastards could hold a candle to you.

Garbed in clean shorts that smell distinctly of you, and not copper, you step out into your bedroom. “How’d a demon manage to make you mad? You’re like, the champ of not getting mad. It’s like your superpower.”

“Yeah, well..” he mutters, turning his helm away, “This time, she went too far.”

You’re quiet as you flop down onto the bed next to him, your eyes flicking between his downturned head to the fists that are clenched like vices at his sides, metal claws gripping fistfuls of your duvet so tightly, you’re worried he might end up poking holes in the cover.

Whatever had been said to him must have been bad if he’s this riled up.

Biting your lip, you let out a pensive hum and lean backwards, your fingers brushing over a soft lump near the headboard. At once, your eyes grow wide and your lips stretch into a sly grin as your hand closes over something fluffy and familiar.

Strife is still busy stewing when he’s suddenly brought out of his thoughts by a face that’s shoved promptly into his line of sight. He blinks, drawing his head away to properly see what you’re holding up in front of him.

He can’t contain a chuckle once he realises that it’s none other than your old, toy horse, dangling in front of him with its little, black ears flopping forwards to cover a pair of button eyes.

Allowing a smile to grace the edge of his mouth, the Horseman wordlessly relaxes his grasp on your duvet in favour of reaching out to gently take the soft toy out of your hands, lowering it down into his lap.

“I thought David Hasselhoof might make you feel better,” you tell him, bumping your shoulder against his companionably.

The Nephilim simply smiles, stroking his palm over the horse’s fuzzy mane.

“Hey, Strife?”

“Mmm?”

You fiddle with your fingernail for a moment, dropping your eyes to the bed and taking a breath before you ask, “What did the demon say that made you so angry?”

It isn’t as though you want to pry. But having your friend turn up at your house in the dead of night with his stomach torn open warrants a couple of questions, in your honest opinion.

The Horseman’s brows knit together underneath his helm and he shifts slightly, twisting away from you further until you can’t even see the lights of his eyes. If you didn’t know any better, you’d almost dare to say that he looks shy. An impossibility, frankly.

When he speaks, his voice is gentle, a far cry from the normal, strident tone you’re used to hearing. “She, uh, she might’ve made a couple of threats about you.. Bad ones.”

You wait for him to elaborate, but for some time, he doesn’t utter another word, prompting you to ask, “And?”

You very nearly reel backwards into your headboard when Strife whips around to face you. “And?!” he echoes, incredulous, “The Hell d’you mean ‘and?’ Isn’t that enough of a reason?!”

Taken aback, you lift your hands in a placating gesture and stammer, “Woah! I - I just meant... Well, it’s not like I haven’t been threatened before? Just seems like a weird thing for you to get so angry about.”

Without warning, the enormous Nephilim lurches to his feet, the cuddly horse left to tumble, forgotten out of his lap. “Did you not hear me?” he snaps, “She. Threatened. You!”

“A-and that... made you mad?”

“Did - Of course it did!” he all but howls, his voice cracking as it raises in pitch, “She made me listen to all the god damn, sick things she wanted to do to you when she found you! She said - she said, I’d never see you again!” Roughly, he drags his clawed fingertips through his spiky, black hair and exclaims, “Next thing I know, I’m droppin’ Redemption and Mercy, I’ve got her heart in my fist and I’m... I’m...”

He trails off, knocked out of stride by his own admission. You remain silent, pressed up against your head board with the blankets clutched to your chest.

When he notices you staring up at him, small and wary amongst the sheets, the frustration saps from him like water circling the drain. “So... so yeah,” he huffs, his shoulders slumping and a great wave of shame crashing over him, “I got a little mad! I got a little pissed off. Cause I didn’t like hearin’ someone say they were gonna hurt my friend.”

And with that, he just... deflates, not unlike a punctured tyre. All the hot air inside him is dispelled with every heave of his mighty chest whilst he peers down at you, feeling the weight of your stare upon him.

Guilt leaves a sour taste in his mouth, rancid and acidic.

You look so..

...scared.

Sometimes Strife forgets that to you, he’s an unassailable figure from biblical legend, a bringer of the end days and an ancient gunman with a body count higher than there are grains of sand on the earth. Of course you’re going to be scared of him when he’s raising his voice at you and towering over you like this. And all because he’d had the life scared out of him in the first place.

“I’m sorry, kid. I didn’t mean to -” The words die on his lips and he sighs, defeatedly casting his eye over towards your bedroom window. He doesn’t want to leave you, not without knowing that his siblings have dealt with the remaining threats to your life. But... “I’ll just.. I’ll go.”

Turning his back on you, the Horseman bends to retrieve his discarded cuirass and takes a step towards the window, but a voice, thin as the cobwebs in the corner of your room, stops him in his tracks.

“Strife.”

The Horseman doesn’t move. he just stares at the darkness through your curtains.

Minutes pass without another word said between you. He remains stubbornly silent, hardly daring to breathe let alone respond to his name, until eventually, he hears a soft huff and rustling behind him.

Footsteps pad across the room and your scent grows stronger as you draw near, wafting over him like an intoxicating aroma before your hand places itself into his palm and he instinctively curls his fingers around it, shuddering at the feel of your soft skin pressed like silk against his roughened hide.

Your tiny, fragile hand... Creator, he really is just a beast standing next to you, isn’t he? The last time he felt this monstrous was..

No. Strife abruptly slams the shutters of his mind down around any thoughts of the Animus. Now is not the time to let dredge up old memories.

Luckily, your voice breaks through the haze and keeps him grounded. “Come on, big guy. Stay here, please?"

“You want me to stay?” he chokes out a laugh, “Even after I scared you?”

“Scared me? What?” It’s your turn to sound confused. “You didn’t scare me Strife, you shocked me. I’ve never seen you this serious before.”

The Horseman half turns to face you, giving you a glimpse of his warm, golden eyes. “And, I’ve never had a best friend before.” he admits slowly, hearing a soft intake of breath behind him.

“Wait?... I’m your best friend?”

With your hand still in his, Strife steps around slowly to face you, shooting you a quizzical glance. “Uh, yeah? I mean, I don’t exactly have a plethora of friends to choose from, so the competition isn’t that fie- Oof!”

He’s violently interrupted by a soft, squishy body colliding with his.

You fling your arms around the stunned Horseman’s waist and bury your face into his chest, momentarily forgetting about his injury. Strife, meanwhile, has to employ every molecule of willpower he owns to refrain from flinching, fearing that you’ll let go if he does. He can’t ignore how high his heart just jumped at the feeling of you pressed against him, nor the way his soul soars after realising that you still trust him enough to get this close.

It’s something that both he and his siblings are all having to get used to, these impromptu hugs.

Fury had almost flipped you over her shoulder and onto the ground the first time you came at her with your arms open wide, assuming you were going in for an attack.

War had pulled the most remarkable face, a mixture of alarm and wary delight that caused Strife to keel over in hysterics when you threw your arms around his broad stomach.

Death... Well, Strife hadn’t been around to witness your first hug with his oldest brother, but he imagines it must have been like hugging a block of cold stone.

And Strife? Well, he doesn’t think he’ll ever forget the first hug you gave him. It was so tight and comfortable, and for all of a moment, the only things that existed were the two of you. Inside the binding circle of your arms, his troubles couldn’t touch him, the anguish of his sins took a backseat and he became convinced that he could live happily and peacefully until the end of time trapped in your silent embrace.

The sentiment hasn’t dulled with frequency either. Every hug he receives is as powerful and intoxicating as the last.

This one is no different.

Strife's large, thickset arms carefully raise to your delicate back and shoulders, where he simply folds himself around you, pushing the nose of his helm into your soft, messy hair and drawing in a long, deep breath, earning your snort of amusement.

“You a big fan of coconut, then?”

“Is that what that smell is?” he mumbles, feeling the world settle around him as his eyes slip shut, “S'different from last time...”

“...Setting aside the fact that you remember what my hair smelled like last time we hugged.. I ran out of apple shampoo.”

“Mmm.” He trails off, humming into your hair, a sound that rumbles straight through you and leaves the top of your head tingling.

It takes your brain another few seconds to recall the injury on his torso.

“Oh, shit,” you hiss, leaning back and instantly finding your progress blocked by the Horseman's sturdy forearms. “I'm sorry, I didn't think -”

“- Eh, s'fine,” he cuts you off.

“It's not! I forgot, you need to be resting it!”

Strife grumbles his displeasure when you suddenly become very wriggly. “Strife, let go. You should be resting, not standing.”

Cracking one eye open, he roves his gaze over towards your bed. “Resting, huh? …. Not a bad idea.”

Without warning, he stoops down, and for the second time tonight, you find yourself suddenly swept up off your feet, bleating out a garbled squawk of alarm. “Stop picking me up! You'll start bleeding again!”

Smirking to himself, the Horseman takes two, loping steps towards your bed and lowers you down amongst the folds of the duvet, taking great pleasure in crawling over the top of you to get to the other side, armour and all. It isn't the first time he's rested in your bed, usually following a long night of playing your video games and catching up on all the human things he's been missing out on, and it likely won't be the last.

The bed springs creak despondently as he lifts his corner of the duvet and flops heavily onto his side next to you, grinning at the unimpressed glare you're shooting him.

“I like your bed,” he announces, burrowing himself deeper beneath the duvet, “You got a lot of pillows. And-”

His hand rustles beneath the covers for a moment before he winks... and slowly draws out David Hasselhoof, wiggling him back and forth in front of your eyes. “There's room for a threesome.”

“Oh my god. Goodnight, Strife!” Your lips quiver until you give in and crack a genuine smile, grabbing a pillow and whapping it softly down onto his helm. You get no resistance from the Horseman at all in retaliation. He merely lays there with his head hidden, black tufts of hair sticking out from behind your pillow as his shoulders bounce around a throaty chuckle.

Leaving him where he is, you roll over, turn off the fairy lights and plunge your bedroom into cozy, unassailable darkness.

A thick silence falls over the two of you, and the back of your neck begins to prickle, sensing without a shadow of a doubt that the Horseman's eyes are open and watching you. Sure enough, you peel your eyelids apart and find that your far wall is faintly illuminated by the golden light that emanates from his gaze.

Rolling your eyes, you resign yourself to a long night of fighting for your covers and kicking a wriggling Horseman back over onto his own side of the bed. And yet... if it's him, if it's Strife, it most likely won’t bother you in the slightest.

The alarm clock on your bedside table steadily ticks over to the three o'clock mark and you finally feel sleep crawl up behind your eyes. Just as you think you might nod off, however, the bed shakes ever so slightly, and behind you, there's the sound of shuffling sheets. It stops just as suddenly as it starts and you snort, chalking it up to a certain, restless Horseman trying to get used to the human-sized bed.

Several more minutes pass.

The shuffling starts up again, then it stops.

The same thing happens again a few more minutes later and your eyes snap open when something cool and solid nudges gently into the back of your head and you hear a quiet sniff before the whole bed shudders as the enormous Horseman laying upon it releases a monstrously low rumble of contentment.

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Strife leaves his helm right behind you all night, not that you'd know until the morning however, when you jerk awake to your bedroom door suddenly slamming open and Death thundering inside. He takes one look at his brother laying at your back and promptly begins a lecture that you're fairly certain will be the favoured topic of neighbourhood gossip for some time to come.

#darksiders #darksiders 2 #darksiders 3 #Strife #reader #fluff #sharing a bed!#monster boyfriend #interspecies relationships #blood #injury #whump

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fuckingthefictional · 3 years

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Hi! I would like a request about Derek from teen wolf, please. The reader is trying to approach him, taking care of him "because Derek is too busy taking care of the others", BUT IT'S BEING SO HARD because of all of his past. Derek and the reader argue one night because of the overprotective nature of the reader about him, and when she tries to leave the loft, completely upset with Derek, he tries to fix things between them. Could you do this with a lot of angst and, then, tons of fluff? Thanks!

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Pairing: Derek Hale x Reader

Warnings: Angst bbyyyy, and some fluffy goodness at the end, not checked over (so probably a crap ton of spelling errors)

A/N: hello hope you enjoy, sorry it took forever! I’m so busy with work, college and personal issues that writing has been put on the back-burner.

When the name Derek Hale was mentioned- one immediately thought of the broody, salty, sarcastic young man who lived by himself after the tragic Hale house fire.

Nobody would ever associate the name Derek Hale and caring. It just wasn’t in his nature. Because under no circumstances could Derek be remotely kind, caring or soft in any way possible.

That’s what people thought of Derek. But not you- or the majority of the pack for that matter.

Yes, you saw where others came from with their ideas and judgement (Derek’s lack of colour in his wardrobe obviously didn’t help either).

But to you when you heard the name Derek Hale, you immediately thought of the kind hearted man who would give up anything for the safety of his friends and family (as much as he claimed otherwise).

You knew him differently, you knew him like the back of your hand. You knew that his favourite food was Spagetti Carbonara without the mushrooms, that he didn’t like Coca Cola, that he secretly loved watching trashy tv shows like keeping up with the kardashians, and most importantly that he was running himself ragged.

He had bitten off more than he could chew when it came to helping everyone out. He was the one giving lifts and helping with homework and hosting pack nights, and handling Isaac’s nightmares, all of this happening at the same time as some supposed lizard creature being on the loose.

You had been ignored by Derek Hale for approximately 72 hours. Now this wouldn’t be bad if it weren’t for two things.

1. He wasn’t aware that he was actively ignoring you.

2. The idiot wasn’t your husband of 2 years.

Over 68 hours ago you hadn’t minded, you had even brushed the silence and distance off- knowing that Derek liked to have a little time to himself.

But when it hit the 5 hour mark of the 4th day, frustration and disappointment had begun to set in.

There was one more thing that made the whole situation worse. He was blatantly ignoring you- and only you.

It hurt. You could admit that to yourself easily without any qualms at all. It hurt.

Whether that was to do with the whole ‘mate’ side of things you didn’t know- all that you did know was that Derek Hale was drowning and he wasn’t going to swim until everyone else was okay.

Thud, thud, thud, creaak

“Der please sit down”

“I can’t. I gotta figure this shit out before the school finishes for the day.” Derek grunted from his spot in the middle of the room. His head firmly stuck in the thick, dusty book that he had been pouring through for the majority of the afternoon.

“Der please, take a break.” You pleaded with him, begging him to just stop for a second and relax.

“I can’t,” Derek murmured again, before he pivoted in his heel and walked away up the staircase.

His heavy footfalls retreated upstairs, the musty book still clutched in his grasp.

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you willed the tears in your eyes to stay put and to not roll down your cheeks in fat drops.

Why couldn’t you be enough for him?

The next plea came around 2 hours later, when you brought a bowl of homemade pasta and garlic bread up to Derek. Hoping that just maybe it would strike up a conversation, that maybe he would utter more than two short sentences to you.

“Babe- I made you lunch.” You elbowed your way into the room, balancing the bowl and plate in your hands.

“Just leave it on the desk.” He motioned to an empty slot on the overcrowded surface.

“I just thought that maybe we could have lunch together, have some time with each-other.”

“Y/N/N’s I would- but I have so much to do. Stiles and Scott are already on my ass about the damn lizard freak in town.”

“Der, you need to take a break.” You placed your hands on his shoulders. Instead of feeling them relax you could feel his muscles tense up.

Shrugging your hands off, he pushed the fresh plate of food away, “I can’t.” He spoke simply.

“But-“ you tried to object in protest, trying to plead with the broad shouldered man in front of you- hoping that maybe, just maybe he would come to his senses.

He did not.

“I said no Y/N.” Derek ground out, “I’m busy. Please for the love of God stop bothering me.”

The words stung you, causing you to stumble back in shock. Derek had a hard exterior, everybody knew that. But he had never spoken like that to you.

He had promised on your wedding day that he would always be kind, that he would be your biggest supporter and largest source of love.

But all those words felt like lies now. You felt alone, like an empty shell of yourself. Why couldn’t you just be enough?

Hours flew by, the watch on Derek’s wrist occasionally beeping to signify the new hour. If he were being honest- he had lost track of what the time was.

The only signifier was that Stiles, Scott and the others were in his presence- meaning it was at least 4pm

And judging by the sky outside of his office window, it was late evening, as the sky itself had melted from cool blues into a fantastic array of oranges and purples.

But besides the low chatters and bickering coming from Isaac and Stiles, the house felt almost too quiet.

There was no tv hum coming from the living room, no occasional flush or running of water from the restroom, no sizzle from food coming on the oventop, no sound of a page in a book turning. Nothing. Just silence.

“Hey Derek,” He looked up to see Scott staring at him, “Where’s Y/N?”

“Well-“

“Yeah, I haven’t seen her yet today.” Isaac chimed in.

“I’m not actually too sure.”

Derek was met with a sea of blank stares.

“I’m sorry- there’s a kanima out there roaming Beacon Hills, the very same kanima that is killing more people by the day. And you don’t know where your wife is?” Stiles asked incredulously, “Are you kidding me.”

“Well I’ve been so caught up on this research that I haven’t been spending as much time with her.” Derek attempted to defend himself.

“Derek, please tell me that you haven’t been ignoring your wife.”

Everybody had there eyes on him again.

“Well-“

There was an uproar of protests, all of which were yelling at Derek for ignoring and deserting his wife.

“You better find her Derek, before something happens and you regret it for the rest of your life.”

You really didn’t know how long you had been out here for. All you knew was that the night was closing in and the chill was setting in your bones.

But you didn’t want to go back to the loft, you honestly didn’t think you could handle seeing Derek after his outburst earlier.

The cold, damp ground soaked into your body- sucking all the warmth out of your body at a creeping pace.

The spot you sat in, hadn’t changed much since your first date with Derek. It was still isolated and it gave off the best views in Beacon Hills. Nobody knew about it but you and Derek.

Sighing deeply, you looked out over the viewing point- watching the tiny specks of light flicker in the distance. Every single light showed a different life that was being lived, each one with their own struggles. Beacon Hills was something else to say the least.

“I knew I could find you here.” A familiar voice broke your train of thought.

You kept silent, staring straight ahead, willing that your bottom lip wouldn’t start trembling and the flood gate wouldn’t open in your eyes.

“Look I’m sorry.”

You sniffed, still unable to look your husband in the eyes, “Are you though?” You briefly shut your eyes to stop any tears from breaking through, “or are you just saying that to get on my good side.”

You could feel Derek’s presence settle down besides your own. His breath creating little puffs of mist under the dark sky.

“I didn’t realise you were trying to help me, until it was too late and you’d left the apartment” He muttered, “It’s my fault, I should’ve taken your advice, I should’ve listened to you.”

You listened intently, knowing his words were sincere and heartfelt, “Why didn’t you listen to me then Der?” You responded bitterly.

“Because accepting help means showing weakness, and showing weakness is something I haven’t done since before the fire.” Derek’s voice was small now, “Before I met you, accepting help was off the table- I was a lone wolf, with no pack or family. And now I’ve found you and I’m desperate to not lose that again, I can’t lose you to this new threat in town- I can’t be alone again.”

Silence hung heavy in the air as your husband’s words set in. It made sense to you; why he was studying non-stop, why he had barely slept or ate.

It was apparent that while he was trying to protect his loved ones, he was also pushing them away in the process. That needed to change.

“You won’t be alone Der,” You lay your head down on his shoulder, “I promise that much- it’s you and me forever.”

“Through every supernatural event that happens in this town?”

You giggled softly, “Yes, and every single thing in between.”

#derekhale #derek hale #derek hale x reader #derek hale x you #derek hale imagines #teen wolf imagine #teen wolf masterlist #teenwolf #teen wolf #requested

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bloodcoveredwithwalls · 3 years

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You walk out of the kitchen with a glass of coffee. A spoon of sugar and enough milk. Just the way Bo likes it. Today though, he wanted it made for the evening, instead of his usual morning routine.

“Bo! Your coffee’s ready!” You scream up through the stairway.

“Coming!”

Running down the stairs was Bo, with a stack of clothes, some his, some yours. You recognize one of your favorite clothing on the pile in his hands.

“Excuse you, is that my flannel?” You ask, tugging on the cloth.

“Excuse me, and yes. Yes it is, honey.” He answers with his eyebrows raised and an awkward smile.

“Aaand, what is it for?”

“That, I may not be able to tell you now. But, come with me to the guesthouse today, will you? I’ll give you a sneak peak.” He says, placing a soft kiss on your forehead. No struggle of course, he was way taller than you.

You nodded, “Okie. Very exciting.” noticing your wool beanie in between the stack.

Bo’s been working on a new project. For at least a year now, he’s been planning on everything. The songs that’ll be in it, how it’ll be played out. Your living room, bedroom and even the kitchen has Bo’s notes and his notebooks scattered around. You’ve promised him long ago that you wouldn’t open or look into any of them. Of course, you didn’t, respecting and giving him his privacy.

He stays in the guesthouse for hours a day. From morning to night, some days he would even sleep in the guesthouse. You’ve never been in there since he first went in to start his project. Never stepped close at all. Sometimes though, whenever you lay in bed at night, you swore you could hear him slamming the keys of his keyboard from afar, or maybe even him yelling at things.

You know he struggles with his own content. You’ve been through this quite often. He would sometimes come back to the house frustrated, unable to create something that he would like. Some days, he would come back crying, walking straight into your open arms and sobbing into your shoulder. And although you’ve offered to help, he shrugged it off and reassured you that he wants to try his best and work on it alone.

“You need anything else?” You asked as you follow behind him.

“At the moment, no. Oh, wait actually yes. You know my favorite pair of socks?”

“The one with the yellow bit at the end?”

“That’s the one. Thank you Y/N, honey.”

You place the coffee mug on the kitchen table and walked to your front door, where right next to it, is a little cabinet. You pull the top drawer open and looked for the socks, pulling pair after pair, until you found them.

“Found them!” You happily beamed. But as you look back to where Bo was last, he wasn’t there. You saw the sliding door leading to the backyard open , the gentle breeze greeting the kitchen and living room.

You closed the drawer and briskly walked to the kitchen to grab Bo’s coffee mug before stepping out through the door. You tiptoe through the cold grass, quickly making your way to the guesthouse.

Just as you were about to step into the room, Bo came out, quickly closing the door and stopping you in your tracks. He spread his arms out to cover the door. You looked at him with raised eyebrows.

“Okay. Just a fair warning before you go in. There’s a lot of random shit scattered around literally everywhere. So, don’t be too surprised. Or worried.” He smiles.

“Got it. Oh, and here are the socks. And coffee.” You throw back a smile at him. Managing a thumbs up with the pair of socks in your grip.

“Perfect. Thank you so much.”

He turns around and slowly pushing the door handle down his his left elbow, turning his head slightly to you with a shy smile on his face as you both enter into the guesthouse.

The lights were off, the room only illuminated by the sun peaking through the blinds. As you look around, you realize he wasn’t kidding at all. The floor was covered in different wires coming out from different directions. A camera on a tripod was set in the middle of the room, facing towards where you first entered. One of his keyboards was placed on its stand near the camera to a certain angle, while the other that Bo owns was on the floor, awkwardly propped up against the wall.

The desk and cabinet had different books and pieces of paper scattered on top, camera

“Alright, if you don’t mind, the sofa we have is where you can sit on for now. I know the room’s an absolute mess right now.”

He puts his hand out for you, and you grab onto him, slowly making your way to the sofa in the corner of the room with your eyes to the floor, making sure you aren’t stepping on any of the cables.

Bo sat down on the sofa, and pats on the empty space next to him, signaling you to sit. As you did so, you couldn’t leave your eyes off every corner of the room.

“So, this is it so far.” He sighed.

“I don’t even know what most of all the stuff on the floor is for.” You said, waving your hands from the left to the right, framing what you’re seeing.

“Here, let me show you.” He stands up, walking towards on of the devices on the floor. As he stepped on one of the buttons on it, a bright purple light projected from a panel near you and onto the right side of the wall.

He stepped on a different button, and this time the light projected to another direction from a different panel.

“Woah…” You muttered.

“Pretty cool right?”

“Very cool…” You said with your lips parted in awe.

He takes a sip of the warm coffee. “And, tonight, I want you to be here as I record my very first step to my project.”

God, his smile could sweep you off your feet every, single, time. You were so proud of him, so happy to see him step out of his nest and finally work on something once again.

You frantically nodded, not able to contain your excitement.

He took a sip of his coffee, “But. We might have to wait a bit, because I’ve gotta record this first bit in complete darkness.”

“You sure you want me to stay? I mean, I can wait back in the house.”

He placed his mug on the desk beside him and walked towards you. He reached his hand out and you placed yours in his.

“I haven’t been at home much for some time now. I only ever come back to sleep or to have dinner with you. And you’ve been the only person there for me throughout my process of making this.”

His blue eyes stay on yours. His voice is soft, very gentle, making sure you’re getting what he’s trying to say.

“And Y/N, it’s only fair that you get to be a part of it.”

Once again that smile of his is back. You can’t help but to jump up from your seat and hug him, landing your head on his chest. He froze for a second, hands spread apart with you in between. But in a second, he enveloped you in his warm embrace.

“I am so, so, so proud of you.” You said to him in a muffled voice, “I really am.”

He slowly releases you, and holds you by your shoulders. You notice he was a little teary eyed, his face softening from usual. You place a hand on his cheek and he rests on your hand, soon his left hand follows and holds your hand against his cheek.

“Let’s get ready shall we? I’ll help out with anything you need.” You said to him.

For the next two hours, you helped Bo get ready to record. He vaguely tells you what goes where, and you follow as instructed, moving his cameras around, testing it to see if it’s the way he wants it. Lights were moved around to different areas of the room, testing the way it shines onto him from different angles. You listened and watched as he tests his mic, adjusting how loud the audio output was gonna be, making different tracks to separate the instrumental track from his vocals. This was all a fascinating process for you.

Occasionally, you would have to leave the guesthouse to wait outside as Bo tests something out. He’d told you prior to getting ready that he wanted a few things to be a surprise to you when he starts recording. You were a sucker for his surprises. Anything that Bo’s ever made is a masterpiece to you, so, you’d be happy to wait outside to see what he’s done eventually.

It wasn’t long that you had to wait outside until finally, he opens the door to the guesthouse and tells you to come in. Even then, he covers your eyes to avoid you from looking around too much and spoiling the fun. He guides you back to the sofa, and after you’ve settled on your seat, he tells you to close your eyes.

“Keep them closed! No peeking!”

You hear his voice moving further away from you as he said so. Your curiosity grew, wanting to know where he’s going and what he was up to now.

“Okay, okay! Promise they’re closed!”

You covered your eyes with both hands, unable to hide your smile. You’ve never felt this excited for anything ever since the pandemic started.

“Okay, once I tell you to have them opened, I’ll have started recording by then. So, try your best to be as silent as possible.”

“Got it.” You manage a thumbs up with one hand, while the other now covers both your eyes.

You hear him shuffle around the room, a little “ow” coming out from him as he slaps something on. You didn’t recognize what it was. Then, you heard what you thought was the light switch being flicked. After hearing him shuffle around a for a bit more, he finally tells you to open your eyes from a distance.

“Okay, you can open them now, honey.”

You put your hands down and slowly opened your eyes, blinking a couple of times to adjust to the suddenly dark room. Bo was sat on the chair you both set up, with the light shining to his right side. You guessed what he slapped on was the headlamp stretched around his head. You had a million ideas of what it might be for, but knowing Bo, it’s probably an idea you wouldn’t have thought of.

You pressed your bottom and top lip together and did a zipping motion from the left to the right. He smiled, holding his laugh in as to not mess up the shot. You shoot him a thumbs up and he returned it by blowing you kiss.

And he started. He pressed a few buttons on the keyboard of his laptop then sat back against his chair, relaxed and a little slouched. A catchy beat came from the speaker you helped him set up. Soon after, a few synths came in, making a tune. You sat, frozen to the sofa, only able to take in what's happening in front of you.

Bo was looking away from the camera before he slowly starts lifting the mic closer to his mouth, before starting to sing on cue.

“If you’d have told me, a year ago that I’d be locked inside of my home.” In between, a pre recorded audio of him singing came up before he continued singing live again.

“I would’ve told you, a year ago, “Interesting, now leave me alone.””

You were in awe. You love his deep voice. Finally hearing him sing to these new lyrics that he’d wrote over the past year felt so surreal. You smiled seeing how Bo bounces his leg to the beat of the song.

“Robert’s been a little depressed. No~”

You felt your heart sank at the line, but you kept your cool, not wanting to distract him. Although you were quickly able to calm down a little after hearing the bridge of the song come up. You couldn’t lie, it’s a catchy song.

Once you heard the build up to the chorus, you saw Bo reach his hand up to press a button on his headlamp.

“I’m sorry I was gone, but look I made you some content.”

Bo looked up and so did you, and your jaw dropped as the disco ball hung on the ceiling appeared to be spinning around, reflecting the light shining from his headlamp. The disco ball projected all the lights against the walls of the room, making it look so bright and interactive. You looked around the walls, seeing the lights dance on every single item in the room. You couldn’t hide the smile growing on your face, forgetting if Bo might get distracted by you.

“Daddy made you your favorite, open wide.”

You snap your gaze back at Bo after hearing that, loving how he added in that line to the song. He was concentrated as ever, maintaining a leveled eye contact to one point as not to move the light shining on the disco ball. He continues on, and you stare at him, smiling as you enjoyed the catchy tune.

“It’s a beautiful day to stay inside.”

He lowers the mic with the last line, and looks down into the camera, shining it with the headlamp. You squint your eyes, to try and look at him. The room went dark as he turns his headlamp off, leaving the room pitch black. He walked over to the light switch and flicked it on.

He catches your eyes, smiling wide at you.

You stand from the sofa, making happy little hops towards him.

“How did I not see the disco ball?” You ask in complete awe.

“That’s a bit of Bo’s magic.” He jokes, grinning at you as he takes of his headlamp, throwing it to the chair.

You hug him again, tight and proud. Happy that you were able to linger in the guesthouse and watch him take his first step into the project.

“So. What do you think?” He said, throwing a glance around the room then to you.

You cling on to him, a hand around his waist while you lean on his side.

“Absolutely incredible. Loved the song, loved the lighting, and definitely loved seeing you sing.”

“I need you to know this song’s for you. You’re the reason I’m able to start making content again. So, thank you so much.”

You place other hand on his chest, still leaning onto him.

“Thank you for starting again.”

He reached around for your hand, holding both of them in his before leaning down to kiss you. So gentle, so loving. He places his hand on your cheek, letting his fingers fall to your jaw and neck, the perfect fit. He pulls away, giving you one last quick peck on the lips.

You sigh happily.

“Well, we can leave everything here for now. Give me a sec, I’ll just quickly turn everything off.”

You watch as he leaps to his laptop, then to his speaker, making sure everything’s been saved and turned off properly.

“Alright. All good.”

“Pasta for dinner?” You ask him, intertwining your hands with his.

“Anything you make, really.” Nodding in approval.

You both step out of the guesthouse, knowing that for a few months or maybe more, you won’t be able to see him in there anymore. Before he closes the door, you take a last look at the slowly spinning disco ball. You were left to imagine what’s Bo going to create next. Only surprises.

You walked back to the house hand in hand, watching Bruce wait in front of the sliding door.

“Anyways, Daddy huh?” You teased him.

“Oh hush, I know you love it.” He laughed, patting the top of your head.

Boy, was this fun to write. Thank you so much to @pharlapcartoonist for the request and idea behind this, I hope you liked it! I’m open to more requests! Hope everyone has a great day! Please stay happy and stay safe. <3

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