#i feel like he’d act like his brother just to spook you

[mymegumi]

SEASONALLY YOURS ෆ KAMO CHOSO

⠀ warnings: potentially ooc!choso (i dont rlly write for him:()

choso doesn’t really enjoy the winter.

he hates wearing big clunky shoes, and his doc martins don’t have any sort of grip to resist the icy streets when he has to walk places. sometimes, snow gets in his shoes and then he has to deal with terminally wet feet—of which the wrinkly little toe pads sketch him out and make him feel like he has to dry off as soon as possible. the snow melts in his hair and that means any sort of hairstyle has to be de facto shoved underneath a beanie. plus his ears get cold and he hates when his ears get cold.

there’s a few perks, like driving around and looking at christmas lights, and the late night first snow walks he loves taking—everything is so serene and untouched by humanity it makes his chest ache with the peacefulness.

he feels as though the winter cold seeps into his bones, chilling him to his core until he can’t seem to get warm. he could be standing in front of a fire and still the winter’s winds would find a way to him. he hates it. he hates being cold.

he supposes winter isn’t so bad because he met you one wintery night.

he’d been taking a slow first snow walk when he happened upon you. you were in the middle of the street, splayed on your back and making snow angels. you had your eyes closed and you just seemed so at ease, so in tune with the falling snow that he thought he had imagined you. the sound of the snow crunching underneath his feet had made you open your eyes lethargically, as if there was anything else you’d rather be doing.

you had smiled at him, all teeth and gums and sugary sweet happiness that he had instinctively smiled back. motioning to the space beside you, he had laid down and made his very first snow angle. he hadn’t worried about his hair until after you pointed at it and giggled over the way it was skewing wildly. watching you laugh, he had blurted out that he wanted to see you again and the shy smile that spilled across your face was worth all the embarrassment in the world.

and, he thinks, maybe winter is so bad but, spring isn’t any better to him.

the wintery snows melt into warm soggy rains and he hates tracking mud through the house. it’s a pain to clean every day, and he just wishes the raining would stop because his hair is always soaked when he goes anywhere, perpetually cursed to have bad hair. the spring storms are more tame than the summer ones, but he dreads the feeling of ice cold rain stinging through his clothes. the pollen is getting worse, too, and his allergies act up in such a way that his nose is constantly stuffed and it feels as though he’ll never breathe normally again.

the budding cherry blossoms and tiny, fragile blooms of flowers make him feel hopeful. hopeful for the future and brighter days and sunnier skies.

he supposes that one shining day is better than the rest in spring, as a year after you’d been together with choso, you’d moved in together.

he’s never lived with anyone but his brothers, and itadori—but he was a brother for lack of a better word. so he’s scared that his unusual oddities are going to be jarring and spook you like a shy stray cat.

but the first night he splays out on the couch, legs sprawled over the back of the couch and head draped over the seating area, he is delightfully surprised when you copy his motions. you complain that you’re getting lightheaded and end up back in a normal seated position, but lean down and press a kiss to his lips and tell him to be careful. he blames the red cheeks on the blood rush to his head. in the morning, you tease him for his snoring and he blames the spring pollen.

choso supposes he has a good memory to hold onto spring.

the days turn longer, the night hours slowly slipping away to daylight and choso finds himself restless.

choso despises summer for taking away the lonely nights. he finds solace in the dark, shadowy places he can tuck himself into when he feels as if the world is looking at him too long.

he closes the curtains tight, and cuts out the sunlight when he can. he sweats through his shirts and there’s a level of frizz happening to his hair that he thinks is just innately criminal and wants to absolutely obliterate the sun and the humidity and the stupid warm summer rains that make him uncomfortable in his own skin. he showers daily, and still it feels like the grime of the day sits on his skin and he has to scrub and scrub and scrub just to feel even slightly clean. the first time you catch him rubbing his skin raw, you hold him in the shower as tears fall down his cheeks like the shower’s water down his back.

after his showers, you always press a kiss to his forehead and hold him close, gently braiding his hair so it’s out of his face and so it’s wavy by the time it dries. ‘you look so handsome when it’s this way,’ you had said once, and he’d never done his hair any other way since. occasionally he’ll style them in his usual two buns to keep his sweating hair from sticking to his neck, but sometimes he lets his hair down at home in the air conditioning and revels in the way you tease and curl it around your fingers.

choso wishes the summer nights were cooler, so he could press against you and fake complain that you’re sticking your cold feet in between his thighs. secretly, the feeling of being needed is more important than the split-second shock of cold.

and when the days begin to bleed into fall, he thinks those are his favorite days. he hates to be cliché or even close to mainstream, but fall is truly his favorite.

there’s a feeling of satisfaction in his chest when he can go out in just jeans and a hoodie, hand wrapped tightly around yours because your hands get so cold in the fall and you refuse to wear gloves. he loves the feeling of interlacing your fingers together and kissing the back of your hand, lips cool to the touch. choso is admittedly greedy for the feeling of you, the feeling of your skin against his and the cool breeze of your laugh against his neck and the smile you always, always have when you kiss him. choso has never known being greedy in this way.

the bright green summer leaves begin to brown and he curls into the reading nook with something new—a thriller, a murder mystery, a slightly above-averagely horny book, anything he can get his hands on.

fall is, objectively, his favorite.

the weather is ideal, somewhere between cold enough to pile on blanket after blanket at night and warm enough that he doesn’t feel as if he’ll turn into an ice sculpture in the foreseeable future. the landscape is so picturesque he feels as if looking at the mountains punches the air out of his lungs. he’s living in a painting and all he can do is awe and gawk and sputter about the unreal scenery he’s surrounded by.

he also loves fall because you love fall. it’s easy to love what you love because everything you enjoy is seamlessly a part of what makes you, you.

truthfully, he might like fall the most, but every season is good enough for him because he has you in all of them. as long as your by his side, he’d weather a million blizzards, sneeze as many times as he had to in spring pollen, and sweat through every shirt he owned. his love and devotion is soft and quiet but it’s always there. he will always be there for you.

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[teecupangel]

this is about the Desmond x modern warfare

What if Desmond still had trauma from Abstergo forcing him into the animus? Like, even after he died, Desmond always had a massive fear of needles (and reclining chairs) and so when the team needs to do mandatory check ups, he is quite literally found climbing out a window to escape.

how would the team feel about this news? Also what if they find files about Abstergo’s experiments, and Desmond has a top secret files, with videos of his time in the animus (they don’t know what it is, so assume it’s some sort of futuristic torture device or something). Did he have seizures in the animus? Was he in pain? How would the 141 react?

To be fair, Shepherd wouldn’t let Desmond have any medical exams or checkups while he’s with Task Force 141 because any record of his DNA would be flagged by Abstergo immediately. Desmond can’t even pretend to be Desmond Miles’ ‘secret younger brother’ because his genes would immediately flag him as 100% Desmond Miles.

And Desmond knows that so he’d always make excuses or flat-out just not appear or even use his stealth skills to leave without anyone realizing it because Desmond understands how dangerous it would be for anyone to get a hold of his DNA (again). Sure, they say they’re just giving him vitamins or some other medical whatever but Desmond can’t risk his DNA getting taken even with the promise that nothing would be taken (which is bullshit because how can they check his health if they don’t take any samples???)

Anyway, this won’t happen during the timeframe of The Shadow’s Endgame but let’s say that:

Task Force 141 learns of Desmond’s past, maybe it’s even the ‘redacted’ condensed version about a ‘Subject 17: Desmond Miles’ that they got from an Abstergo facility

Task Force 141 would see snippets of Desmond Miles’ time in the Animus although, to be fair, he just looks like he’s sleeping in that one. There were no mentions of him having a seizure or any negative effects while in Abstergo’s Animus because, well, he was only in the Animus for about 9 days.

If you really want them to believe that the Animus is some kind of torture device, it would probably be better to focus on Desmond’s time in the Animus when he was with the Assassins because that’s where his Bleeding Effect started taking center stage and, from what I could remember, Abstergo’s Animus didn’t need any needle. That needle was more of an addition from Rebecca’s Baby as some kind of IV drip to keep Desmond ‘healthy’ while he’s in the Animus for long periods of time (although I do usually write it as both an IV drip and another way to stabilize the synchronization rate without affecting the subject’s health) as Rebecca is the type of person who would try to make Baby as ‘comfy’ as possible.

Honestly, Price and the others would probably assume that Desmond was tortured or had been part of a program that used some kind of drug to manipulate a person, whether it was a torture session to make him talk or some kind of experimental psychoactive drug that is meant to do something (Gaz guesses the drug might be a mind-altering drug of some kind)

Especially if the video they see has Lucy going “Do you know who you are? What’s your name?” which, to spec ops teams like Task Force 141, would sound like someone trying to get a base answer to check the current status of the drugs in Desmond’s system and not someone who is trying to be careful not to ‘spook’ Desmond if he is currently Bleeding.

So yeah, they’d believe that Desmond is under some kind of psychoactive drug in those videos and the redacted files would only confirm their theory once they start reading things like “Subject 17 has the highest affinity to the Bleeding Effect so far” and “Bleeding Effect duration is now 50% longer than three days ago…”

Unfortunately, Task Force 141 would accept this new information grimly because they have seen shit and this kind of thing? It’s, unfortunately, not unique in their line of work. They won’t try to act any differently around Desmond because they know that treating him like he’s made of glass would just make Desmond realize what they have learned and, well… those who usually had been in Desmond’s (supposedly) position usually don’t like to be treated differently. They want to be treated normally, to affirm to themselves that they’re okay, they’re still ‘normal’.

If Desmond opens up to them, that would be good but they won’t force it on him.

Because sometimes…

The best way to help someone is to remind them without trying so hard that there are people who think and see them as… normal.

(Price would suggest Desmond be given a licensed and discreet therapist to one of the higher-ups and, really, the most qualified would probably be Chewy at this point since Victoria Bibeau is already dead)

#while this will not happen in the shadow’s endgame #this could happen after that fic in like an epilogue or sidestory or… #sequel… #woah there #let’s finish shadow’s endgame #before we start thinking ahead of ourselves okay? #ask and answer #assassin's creed #desmond miles #ramirez! add the proper tags! #call of duty #call of duty modern warfare 2 #call of duty modern warfare #captain john price #john price #task force 141

[imagionationstation]

Don’t Talk - 2012TMNT Drabblish

Don’t mind me and my violent experimentation :)

…I don’t know why it helps me hurt other characters if I hurt Donnie first. He’s simply my go-to whumpee every time.

Warnings of blood, implied abuse, and kidnapping.

Oh, and a muzzle.

His little brother is ducked in the very back of the room that barely constitutes a cell, eyes wide with a blinding terror that pierces his heart. The noise that filtered in when the metal door opened had clearly spooking him, but the room is soundless now, an echoing silence that sinks beneath their skin. 

Even though there’s recognition in his gaze, Donnie remains pressed up against the wall, trembling imperceptibly as his older brother takes a cautious step closer. The knife digs further past the indifferent barrier that protects a sensitive heart, and he pauses to collect himself before the pain leads to an anger that could get them all killed. 

Raph wishes that Leo would have come in his stead, but they didn’t know what condition they’d find Donnie in. If he needed to be carried out, they all knew he was the best turtle for the job.

Being a shoulder to cry on?

Not so much. 

He doesn’t know where exactly his brilliant brother’s state of mind is, but the terror remains fixed in place, and he’s bracing himself, waiting for Raph to add to the bruises that litter his body. There are badly healing scratches along his plastron, and his shoulder looks like it was sliced open and left to bleed and scab over. Chains keep him near the back wall, barely allowing enough width for him to stand.

Raph’s sanity flickers as he takes this in, breaths heavy as a bloody red flashes across his vision. 

Donnie whimpers. 

Raph jolts back to the present. He quickly realizes that the recognition is being buried by the terror. He turns his face away to take a minute to collect himself. 

Focus Raphael. Save the anger. Focus.

He turns back.

“Hey, bud.” He says in a tone he’s heard Leo use on occasion, trying to make up for the murderous wrath that Donnie’d no doubt seen consuming him. “It’s me. Raph. Your bro? You know me, right?”

Donnie seems frozen for a long moment, and then he takes a step forward, reaching towards Raph, only for the chains to catch on the wall, preventing him from even lifting his hand halfway. Raph’s getting a full dose of puppy-dog eyes now, and it helps soften the rage. He closes the distance between them, keeping his voice level. “Hey, there, little brother. I’m not going to hurt yah. Just gonna get…” 

Once he’s directly in front of his sadorable brother, he can see the thin marks of dried blood that stain his face like tears. He reaches up, because the next obvious move is to get the muzzle off his intelligent little brother who deserves so much more than to be treated like- like a wild animal.

Then again, no animal deserved to be treated like this.

“Woah!”

He touches the strap, and Donnie jerks away from his hands so fast that his carapace slams into the wall before he crumbles. Tears are streaming now, but he doesn’t even seem to notice, more focused on the fear that commands escape. He scoots as far back as the chains will allow, never taking his gaze off his older brother.

Raph hates seeing his brothers scared, and he feels goosebumps all over when he realizes that Donnie’s scared of him.

Raph crouches, unsure what he’d done. “Don, I only want to-“ 

A halfhearted hiss interrupts his explanation, and Raph realizes that the dried scarlet streams are now fresh, mixing with the tears. The brute wants to leave the cell and demolish everything and everyone in his path, but he remains in place through pure, impossibly mastered willpower. He knows he’s one wrong look away from snapping, but he holds on just the same. 

“Hey. I know it hurts, but you have to let me take it off.”

He reaches again, and Donnie desperately tries to turn his face away, hands kept flat against the wall in an instinctive act of submission. Raph feels the goosebumps crawl as he realizes that he’s acting as if he’s been placed in this position many times before, and he doubts they turned out well.

His concern emerges as a scowl as he practically begs, “You’re making this way harder than it needs to be. It’s me. I’m getting you out of here! Now, just- hold still.”

Donnie’s trembling is visible now, but he doesn’t fight Raph as he touches to the sides of his head that are missing a purple mask, carefully freeing the strap and peeling it off his face. It fits snuggly, and hatred burns in his blood because it could not have been that perfect a fit unless it was intentionally made for him.

There are multiple tiny pricks all over his face, and they bleed faster now that the pressure from the muzzle isn’t preventing their flow. Raph stares for a long moment before he stands up and steps away. With a furious roar, he smashes the spikes into the wall, and several break off, landing at his feet as he pulls out his sai and slices through the leather in several places.

He drops the pieces of muzzle on the ground, and turns back to his younger brother with a new sense of calm.

Donnie’s eyes are impossibly round, but as he looks between Raph and the remains of his torture device, he seems to understand. He opens his mouth to talk, but breaks into a fit of dry coughs instead. Raph drops by his side as he starts choking, wiping away some of the blood that he’s inhaling in his fight to get in air. “It’s okay, Donnie. Just take a minute. Breathe, little brother.”

“Raph.”

It barely counts as a rasp, but Raph hears everything relayed loud and clear. “Yeah, I’m here. Really here. Now, don’t talk. Save your strength.”

Donnie nods once, and Raph waits until his breathing evens out some to ask, “Can you stand?” 

Donnie makes a valiant attempt, but Raph ends up catching him before he faceplants the floor. He whines when their arms touch, and Raph’s eyes narrow as he lowers them down. Donnie clings to him when he goes to push them apart, legs curled closer to himself with his head pressed against his upper plastron. Raph is about to rise from the crouch when he realizes that Donnie is very poorly trying to hide the fact he’s crying. 

Sympathy clogs his throat as Raph dimly notices that he’s probably smearing blood all over him. The thought is ignored, and he wraps his free arm around his scrawny brother in an offering of comfort, staring numbly at the cell wall behind them as his eyes burn. 

He doesn’t know what to say, but he feels like he needs to say something. “Leo and Mike are gonna meet us at the PartyWagon, Don. We’ll get you patched up.”

Donnie doesn’t respond. Raph doesn’t expect him too.

The grip tightens, and Raph tells him that he’s going to be okay. 

He silently notes that they need to go, but he can’t bring himself to move. Donnie’s been going through hell for days. 

He needs a minute. 

He deserves just one minute. 

Raph can’t do much, but he can give him that.

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[wrencatte]

i just...really like time travel fics of any kind and I hope I can write one eventually.

Gotham’s night is unlike any other. There are stars hidden just beyond the clouds, safe and sequestered away from greedy eyes who don’t understand their lives and deaths and the smoldering, burning fire that eats them up from the inside until they go cold and dark and collapse in on themselves. Or go hotter and hotter into a supernova, consuming everything in their path. There’s a hollowness next to his heart. In his heart. That feels like it could go either way. Explode inside of him and take everything with him. Or collapse into itself and he’ll go cold and dark and rot away. Again.

The roof is cold. The wind is burning. He doesn’t want to move. Just wants to lay here with his aching joints and his aching heart and with tears in his eyes, wondering why am I always too late?

He hears footsteps on the fire escape when he shouldn’t. A body splays out next to him, only just close enough to feel the warmth radiating off of them.

“Did it hurt?” Dick asks quietly.

Jason turns his head to look at his brother’s profile. He looks young like this. He’s missing the scar that used to barely peek out from his hairline from where KGBeast shot him. Dick doesn’t look back – like he knows if he does, Jason will spook like a startled cat. He looks back at the clouds. The batsignal turns on and, seconds later, there’s a flash of black descending. Jason only sees it because he knows what to look for.

“Of course, it did,” Jason murmurs, voice rough from disuse. Dick is twenty-two and Jason is twenty-three. There’s only a year’s difference between them now but Jason feels old. He feels like his bones are too big for his skin, stretching and pressing at the edges, ready to tear through like tissue paper.

“He’ll come back?”

Jason sighs. “Of course he will.”

Dick finally looks over. Jason feels his eyes boring into the side of his face, but he can’t bear to meet them. He’s not Nightwing right now. Somehow that hurts worse.

Movement, out of the corner out of his eye. Jason very carefully does not flinch or twitch or run away like every nerve in his body is telling him to. Dick brushes his fingertips on Jason’s shoulder, a hot brand through the thin material of his sweater. When Jason doesn’t run, his touch drifts to Jason’s face. He pokes Jason in the cheek like he’d taken to doing before his death, when they started acting like brothers.

“Will you stay?” Dick asks so, so softly Jason can almost pretend it was the wind.

Only almost, though.

Jason laboriously stands, brushes off his pants and back the best he can. Dick sits up, but he doesn’t join him, staring at him imploringly with that stupid look that makes people want to bend to his every request.

He hesitates. It would be easy to say yes now. But then it would be so hard to actually live it. Not now. Not with his death fresh in Bruce’s mind. Not with Damian and Cass still out there. Not with Black Mask alive. Not with Tim ready in the shadows to do one of the things only Tim Drake can do.

(He doesn’t want to. He wants to go to the kid – and he really is a kid this time – and shake him. Scare him off from the damn role. But there’s no point. Nothing would ever chase Tim from what he thought needed to be done and…he’s right. Batman needs a Robin. Jason isn’t Robin. Dick can’t be Robin again. Spoiler was too defining for Stephanie for her to disregard it altogether.

So, yeah, Tim needs to be Robin. But Jason doesn’t think he can stomach watching that happen even though he knows why and how and – )

Jason squeezes his eyes shut.

#my writing

[muchamusedaboutnothing]

Heart of a Hunter Act VII - Ch. 4

Heart of a Hunter Act VII - Ch. 4

Characters: Dean x doctor!Reader, Sam Winchester

This story is Act 7 of a saga.

New to the story? Get caught up on the Heart of a Hunter Saga here.

All your favorite Winchesters are alive, in spite of the curse that nearly took them from you. After coming so close to losing the only family you have left in this world, you’re taking matters into your own hands. There’s a witch to hunt.

Series Warnings:

Character injuries/sickness - Take note that no one is excluded from this.

Canon-typical violence and language.

Lots of whump.

Lots of caring for hurt characters.

Smut (18 Only. NSFW. You were warned.)

Angst.

Fluff.

Medical talk. Is that even a warning

Image Credit: bing image search, google image search, @jaredandjensen ,  @welcometothedarkside , @sensitivehandsomeactionman ,  @yourfavoritedirector ,  @soluscheese ,  

Wordcount: 2217

Chapter  4

Jonah was having his mid-morning nap in his nursery when you and Dean both heard it at the same time. It sounded like someone crying, but it definitely wasn’t Jonah announcing that he’d finished napping and very much wanted out of his crib. You locked eyes for an instant and both turned to jog quickly down the hall in the direction of the sound.

It wasn’t until you reached the dungeon that you found Addie inside, sitting on the floor with her knees tucked up to her chin and practically sobbing. 

You wrapped your arms around her and found that she was trembling. “Addie? Honey what happened? Are you okay?”

Addie’s breath hitched and she was incoherent when she tried to speak. You cradled her head to you gently, feeling her bounding carotid pulse in her neck.

Dean was turning in a circle, sharp eyes scanning the dungeon in search of the source of her distress. But there was no one else around and nothing out of place. And with the warding in the bunker, he hadn’t expected anything less. But something had obviously spooked Addie.

“I - I don’t know,” Dean said to you, at a loss. “Is ... is she hurt?”

“S … S - Sam,” Addie managed before you could answer him.

“Get your brother,” you said to Dean, but he seemed to be a step ahead of you, already on his way to the door. You heard his boots clapping on the floor as he bolted down the hall.

“Just breathe, honey,” you said to Addie as you brushed her hair away from her face and held her close. “Sam will be right here. Deep breath in … ” You inhaled slowly, trying to guide her through the motions.

A moment later Sam came bursting into the room. He immediately went to his knees on the floor, leaning against the wall and gathering Addie into his arms protectively.

"Hey, hey it's okay," he said softly. "You're okay. I've got you. It's just a room."

Addie tucked her face into Sam's chest, still sobbing.

Sam cradled her head with a hand, pressing a kiss to her hair. "Do you want me to-"

Addie nodded a little frantically against him in answer to whatever he’d been trying to ask.

Sam took a deep breath. "Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus," he began, uttering the words calmly. "Omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio infernalis adversarii, omnis legio, omnis congregatio et secta diabolica."

You blinked, utterly confused about what would prompt Sam to begin reciting the exorcism rites.

"Ergo, omnis legio diabolica, adiuramus te... cessa decipere humanas creaturas, eisque æternæ perditionìs venenum propinare…"

But Addie was clinging to every word, almost as fiercely as she was clinging to the flannel of Sam's shirt. It was suddenly very clear what was happening. As someone who had lived through demonic possession, Addie found comfort in the confirmation that she was in control of her own body. Sam reciting the words without consequence proved nothing sinister was bubbling beneath the surface.

You heard Jonah’s startling little cry just then from the baby monitor clipped to your belt loop. Addie was already starting to breathe easier as you slowly got to your feet. You took a step backward toward the door, and Sam lifted his eyes to meet yours and nodded his reassurance that everything was okay.

"Vade, satana, inventor et magister omnis fallaciæ, hostis humanæ salutis…" He was still uttering the rites softly as you slipped quietly out into the hall.

Dean had beaten you to Jonah’s nursery and was just lifting the baby out of his crib when you approached. “What was that about?” he asked, voice thick with concern as he gestured with a jerk of his chin in the direction of the dungeon.

“Panic attack,” you said sympathetically. “I think she’ll be okay now.”

Dean’s face relaxed some as he snuggled Jonah to his chest. “Hmm…. Wonder how long that’s been going on?”

“Panic attacks? Probably as long as we’ve known her. Takes a lot less than demonic possession to bring on a panic attack for most people.”

Dean nodded as he brought Jonah up to his shoulder. “Damn. That sucks. Does she need anything?”

“Just Sam. He seems to know exactly what to do.”

“Guess we ought to just let them be for a bit.” Dean said, chewing his bottom lip in thought. “Care to join me for an oil change?” he asked you after a moment.

You grinned at the way he made it seem like a date. “We’d love to,” you said, grabbing a blanket for Jonah.

“I’ll get the Pack-N-Play,” Dean said, handing the baby off to you “Meet you in the garage.”

Dean brought the little portable playpen for Jonah out and set it up near the car so Jonah would have a place to stay safe nearby as you handed Dean tools and chatted with him while he changed the oil.

Dean then proceeded to have a full-on conversation with Jonah about what he was doing at every step along the way, as if Jonah were taking detailed mental notes and would have to pass a quiz at the end.

You found yourself smiling so hard your cheeks got sore. It was everything you wanted when you and Dean had realized you’d be adding a baby to the family. Dean was the loving, doting father you’d known he would be. You wondered if the pregnancy hormones would ever level off enough to stop your eyes watering every time your heart filled with gratitude, or if having watery eyes was just going to be a permanent part of life now that you were a mother.

Jonah let out a few happy squeals as he kicked and wiggled in his play pen, noises that Dean always took to be literal responses to the detailed instructions he was giving his son about the oil change.

“Premium oil filters, only,” Dean said from under the car. When he finished up and slid out from underneath the front end on the rolling creeper, you smiled adoringly at the sight of him. His hair was mussed and he had grease along his forehead and his left cheek bone.

“What?” he asked, finding you staring at him.

“Nothing,” you said innocently. “Just admiring my sexy mechanic.”

Dean’s eyebrow shot up as he got to his feet. “Is that so?” He stalked toward you and you smirked as his dirty hands gripped your waist. He pulled you toward him until your hips bumped up against his. He dipped his head down far enough to kiss you, and you savored the taste of him on your tongue, enjoying the way he could still make your heart race so easily.

You turned to lean against the car and Dean lifted you with his arms, setting your bottom down on the hood as he continued to kiss you. “You’re beautiful,” he breathed, pulling back just far enough to gaze into your eyes.

“And you’re greasy,” you teased.

“Don’t let her fool ya, Joey,” Dean said with a grin to his son who was squealing in delight a few feet away. “Girls like it when a man knows his way around an engine.” Dean swiped your cheek softly with a finger, leaving what you knew was a trail of black grease on your skin.

“Now you’re just asking for it,” you told him.

He smirked, looking ten years younger than he was. “Yeah, I am.”

You heard footsteps and Dean turned to lean against the car next to you as Sam ascended the steps into the garage and approached.

“How is she?” you asked about Addie.

Sam shrugged and put his hands in his pockets as he caught up. “She’s okay, I think. She’s sleeping. Kind of takes it out of her when it hits.”

“This happen all the time?” Dean asked his brother, concern embedded in his tone.

“On and off. Sometimes more than others. It’s been over a month since the last attack.” 

Sam ran his hand over his mouth and you could see a million worries floating around in the hazel of his eyes. “I know she has flashes of that night.”

When Addie had been possessed, you’d taken her mother Cheryl to a hotel room for the night and kept her company. Addie’s father Jim had stayed behind at their home with Sam and Dean as they performed the exorcism.

“I remember everything that happened that night,” Sam said. “Everything it took to save her from possession….”

“It was a rough night,” Dean agreed, eyes soft with empathy. “But Sam, you recited the rites that night for her.”

“Exactly,” Sam said, as if Dean were proving his point for him. “My voice, my face … I just don’t know how she doesn’t associate everything about me with that horrifying night.”

“It was horrifying, yeah,” Dean agreed. “But it was also the night we broke her free from the hold the demon had on her.” Dean reached out and put a hand on Sam’s shoulder, prompting Sam to meet his gaze. “You wrapped your arms around her and caught her when the demon was expelled from her body,” Dean continued. “For her, you were freedom and safety after the nightmare was over.”

You nodded in agreement with Dean’s declaration. “Is it really so surprising she finds comfort in your presence?"

A small smile tugged at the corner of Sam’s mouth then.

Dean patted his back lightly and said, “Plus, she’s got weird taste in men, but go easy on her. People can’t help that sort of thing.”

Sam gave Dean his best bitch face, but a full smile spread across his lips afterward and he came forward, giving you a hug when you opened your arms to him from where you still sat on the hood of the car.

Jonah let out a particularly high pitched squeal from his playpen and Dean said, “I hear ya, son. Dad needs a shower, anyway.”

“Maybe let me take him,” you offered, jumping down to snatch Jonah out of the playpen before Dean got him greasy.

Sam shooed Dean away from the playpen and offered to break it down and bring it back inside to save it from the grease as well. Dean wiped his hands off on a rag and followed you inside.

Addie slept right through lunch, but wandered into the mess hall as dinner was being made.

"Are we having spaghetti?" she asked with a grin, seeing Dean and Sam cooking as you held Jonah at the table.

"Sam says it's your favorite," Dean answered with a wink.

Addie slid into the table next to you and said, "You got that right." Before any of you could broach the subject she added, "And just because I know I probably worried everyone, I want you guys to know that I'm okay."

You reached a hand across the table to her and she squeezed it, smiling at you. "We're here for you," you said.

"With spaghetti," Dean added.

Addie laughed at that and the room instantly felt lighter. "I appreciate that.” she added. “For the most part, I’ve been coping pretty well after the demon stuff happened, considering I can’t really talk to a traditional therapist about being possessed. It means a lot to me to have you all in my life.

"Aside from Mom and Dad you’re the only ones who know what I went through. Sometimes it just rears its ugly head and catches me off guard. Apparently seeing that Devil’s trap on the floor in the dungeon was enough to trigger something.” She glanced up at Sam then. "I can appreciate now why you skipped over that room during the tour."

Sam gave her a sympathetic smile. "I could have explained better."

"It's not on you to walk on eggshells around me. In fact, that's the last thing I want. I'm still alive, thanks to all of you. And I don't want to live in fear. I try really hard not to do that. Also, having the tattoo helps."

"You got inked?" Dean asked, taking the words right out of your mouth.

Addie smiled and got to her feet, turning around and lifting the back of her shirt up far enough to reveal a little black anti-possession tattoo on the small of her back. "After everything, it just made sense," Addie said, turning back around. "I even talked my mom and dad into getting one. Helps us all sleep better at night."

"Well, it's only fitting," you told her. "The tattoos are synonymous with being part of this family. And you certainly are."

"Damn straight," Dean added, throwing a wink at her.

"You guys are the best," she said as she took a little pile of plates from Sam to set the table.

"I even had some temporary ones made for Jonah," Dean added.

Addie laughed a little like she thought he was joking until you smiled and nodded to her, confirming that Dean had indeed done that.

"Haven't needed 'em much lately since he hasn't been out of the bunker for a bit," Dean said, completely unphased, "but they'll come in handy once we take care of this witch."

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#Heart of a Hunter #dean x doctor!reader #dean x reader #spn series #spn reader insert

[melipetals]

shippy questions @scarlxtleaves​ : ♥ kazuha x lumi

What emotionally attracted you towards them? “Can I say everything? Because I think everything about him is so amazing. He treats me really well, we’re on the same wavelength, we travel together, we eat together, tell stories.. He never judges me, he always listens and is genuinely interested in what I have to say, my feelings, my thoughts... Of course he also saved my life, but that’s just one of the many things that attracts me to him.”

What’s their best physical attribute? "His voice. - Uhm, does that count? I love listening to him, I love hearing his poems or really anything he tells me. I always feel at peace when his soft voice wraps around me like a warm blanket. Even when he teases me, I can’t help feel comfortable with him. ...Hehe, I sound so silly, don’t I?”

Was it love at first sight? "I would say, it wasn’t? But only because I don’t believe in that. Attraction at first sight, of course. But something like love needs time to develope. You have to feed it and nurse it so it can grow. Today... yes, I love him. Very much.”

When did a crush develop? “Very quickly... Probably during the first couple of days on the Alchor when we were sailing over to Inazuma.”

When did you realize that you’ve fallen in love? “It was such a mundane situation... It was after he came to aid the rebellion in the fight on Watatsumi Island. We were just strolling along the beach and I picked this Sea Ganoderma for him. The way he smiled at me over such a silly little thing.. I realized I lost my heart to him. It wasn’t until later though that I actually told him.”

Is there anything that they do that bothers you? “To be completely honest, sometimes it annoys me that he always knows where I am and that he hears literally anything. I can’t spook him or surprise him... Yeah, sometimes he acts surprised but I know he’s really not.”

What are their thoughts on marriage? “Oh, well... uhm, I don’t think we ever discussed this.. I’m not sure if he’d want to get married at all. In his past, it was surely on his path, being the heir to his clan and all, but now that he doesn’t carry this burden anymore.. I’m not sure if he’d want that.”

What are your thoughts on marriage? “Mine? E-ehm... I mean... ehehe... Some day.. I would like to get married, yes. Isn’t that weird? When I was travelling with Aether, I never felt the need for a partner for life, since, well, my brother was the one by my side. But now that I met Kazuha... I don’t want to be apart from him. I know he would never force me to stay in Teyvat, he would want me to go my own way... but.. I want to go my way with him from now on... Married or not, I want to be by his side..”

#ic #genshin #KazuLumi | Blissful Breeze #ask answered #<333

[merakiui]

jade renting a little cabin deep in the forest so he can have some peace and quiet from all the hustle at work, and some sweet, sweet time with his most beloved sweetheart (who may have or may have not spent the last year stuck in the coral sea by his side).

jade taking advantage of the fact that you're unable to walk by yourself after all that time you had spent with fins and a tail back at home to maneuver around with, and that (to your horror) you forgot how to use your legs.

the little privacy you had back at his house has been taken away from you, whenever he isn't home he forces you to swallow some pills to help with your bad sleeping habits, and just as you're starting to feel the dread settling in, life hits you with your period.

jade taking notice of it, he's been the one taking care of you for the past days, weeks that you have spent together in that damn cabin, of course he'd know when you were bleeding. the first thing that hits him is the scent, the sweet, sweet scent of blood running down your legs that only a predator like him would be able to catch. he tells you not to worry about it, not to think of the deep stain that covers the sheets, to just drink your pills, and it'll be fine. he'll take care of it; he'll take care of you.

jade wanting you to associate his presence with comfort, care and happiness. to him, you're a little thing that doesn't deserve the bare minimun respect: so he reads you stories before tucking you in bed, he bathes you, he cooks for you, he doesn't let you fucking walk by yourself, and forces you to depend on him at all times. need something? just call him <3 he'll be there anyway, whenever you want him or not.

he'll give you actual medicine for your pain relief, and he makes you use a menstrual cup & changes it for you when the time calls for it. a year ago, it would have been humiliating, you would have kicked and screamed and fought and cried, begged him not to do that, not to touch you, to keep his hands by himself and let you suffer in peace.

but... it's been a year since he took you. it's been a year since he made you go through those difficult stages in your relationship, it's been a year since you've tried many, many times to escape, to think of a solution, to hold onto the hope that maybe someone would save you. that maybe, maybe you would, one day, be free.

all the time you've been stuck with him, the isolation, the fear of the unkown he'd installed in you, the consistency of his care and the thought in the back of your mind that no matter where you went, or how fast you run he'd always find you, you started to get the feeling that maybe, maybe it wouldn't be so bad to rely on him a little more.

you started to feel comforted by his presence, it felt like he was someone you could always count on, like he was someone you should stick close to, like he was always going to be there, for your care, for your comfort, to have your back. it didn't matter whenever you wanted him to or not, he'd be there anyway. you started to feel the tension go away when you thought of him; you wondered if he had given you a dose too strong. you wondered if you were starting to accept him, to accept this as your new life.

he had been the one to clean the wounds you caused when you tried to run away from his captivity. he was the one to offer his shoulder to cry on when you were overcome with despair and desperation. he was the one to give you food when you were hungry, to make you drink when you couldn't even find the strenght to move by yourself, to give you pills when your mind tormented itself from everything going on around you: to help you relax, to help you keep calm, to help you sleep.

when you had given up completely on yourself, he had been there, and he took care of you. which is why you let him do as he pleases, now. you let him tend to your body in its most vulnerable state, you ask him to do it. you let him scrub down your most intimate parts and trace his lovely fingers all over you. you ask him to get in the bathub with you; you needed to feel him beside you, and he gives you an eerie smile, and he indulges you. he asks what you want him to do, surely you must be tired as it was getting quite late at night. but you can't help it: it's been far too long since you've had any sort of relief, and you're on your last straw.

you ask him to do what should be done in a wedding's night, to do it now, and to do it hard. you needed to feel another body on you, even if it meant doing it with your captor, with a criminal, with a sick pervert, you didn't care anymore. it's been a year, since you've desperately tried to refuse his care. you don't want to keep pushing it further. you don't think you can stand it anymore. you're asking him to care of you, now. you're giving him exactly what he wants. you're giving in to jade leech.

- - -

(cw: yandere, female reader, unhealthy behaviors/relationship, captivity/kidnapping, nsfw, period/blood, stockholm syndrome)

What's so frustrating about Jade is that he has so much patience and restraint. He won't touch you or kiss you or do anything remotely intimate because he wants you to crave his touch. You'll only ever feel his hands on you when he bathes and dresses you, but even then it's solely business. He's just cleaning you; there's no intimacy to be found in any of his touches. So it's only natural you'd start to want release, especially when your cramps are unbearable and nothing seems to be working.

How can you expect him to be a gentleman when you're practically begging for it, spreading your legs and pulling him in for a needy kiss? He really could ruin you (and he most certainly wants to), especially if you're in the bath and he's in his merform. But there's another part of him that wants to lavish you with gentle praise and love, treating you with such care in the bedroom as he finally takes you for himself. It's really conflicting!

Jade's really good with his tongue. I think he'd enjoy eating you out when you're on your period. He's probably done his research in advance so he's actually very knowledgeable on human anatomy and what menstruation means for females. The sight and smell of blood doesn’t bother him in the slightest, and it’s a normal thing for human females like you. So he feels no apprehension towards it. If anything, he’s very eager whenever he realizes you’re on your period and he’s so methodical when he writes down the exact time and date that you got it. He’ll keep note of how you feel each day and is eerily good at keeping track of it.

I like to think he’s somehow a little more…unhinged when you’re menstruating. More territorial and perceptive. Something about your body being in such a vulnerable state, so very susceptible to aches and cramps, makes him really excited. On the outside, he’ll mask any enthusiasm with his usual calm smile and polite demeanor as to not frighten you. But on the inside he is just gripping the bars of his cage as he’s consumed with carnal lust, wanting so badly to make a mess out of you and have you crying and begging while he stuffs you with his cock. :(

He actually wants your first time to be memorable and loving. Maybe he’ll lose himself during it, though, and you’ll end up bruised and exhausted by the end of it, teeth marks littering your broken, bloodied skin. But if he can exercise a little restraint, he’ll have you seeing stars as he rocks into you at a slow pace, tilting your head to meet his lips for a kiss so romantic it leaves you dizzy. If there’s a fireplace in the cabin, you can guarantee he’ll have a fire going as he fucks you on the sofa or on the floor or against the coffee table in front of the dancing flame. <3 he probably researched all sorts of positions and ways to do it in advance so that he’s thoroughly prepared to please you in more ways than one.

When it comes to walking, he becomes your legs. He doesn’t do much to help you learn how to use your legs again because he prefers it if you rely on him for help. It’s something he’ll throw back at you if you try to argue with him. You need him or else you’ll have to crawl to the bathroom. Just let him help you and your life will be so much easier.

He will 100% fuck you in his merform!!! He usually does it when you’re on your period because it really does something to him. Not only is the blood acting as a lubricant, it’s also incredibly hot to see it stain his dick. That, and you seem more sensitive when you’re on your period. :)

Aside from that, he’ll definitely spend lots of time cooking for you. He wants you to try the new recipes he makes, especially those with the mushrooms he grew, and he’ll be very pleased if you like it. Even though he’s holding you captive in this quaint cabin, things are surprisingly tranquil. Usually. If you act out or resist him, it’ll make for a stressful day and no one wants to deal with that. So it’s better if you submit to him and let him care for your every need. You’re his beloved, after all. What sort of lover would he be if he neglected to care for you?

#twisted chit chat #meraki thirsts #yandere jade leech #yandere twst #its-tem-tem #submission #you would feel so infantilized with him #he's always insisting that he takes care of you #that there's no need for you to do anything for yourself #essentially you're his doll #and he’s basically your butler/caretaker ;;; #perverted jade agenda!!! aaa he's also gross </3 #i just know he has a questionable search history and he has absolutely no shame about it #‘yes i looked up [insert morally questionable thing here] what about it?’ #wait until jade’s out foraging and floyd decides to pay you a visit :) #i feel like he’d act like his brother just to spook you #but he’s so mean </3 so horrible

[natewriteslol]

Love Is In the Air: Part Two Final

thSummary: When an accident during a lab experiment in Mr. Crewel’s class goes haywire, Leona just can’t keep your hands off of you. You and the gang have to get him back to normal, or would it be too late? 

Y/N is gender neutral  

Part One here!

“So this means that Leona’s affection toward you isn’t random, his loving nature for you and others just bubbled to the surface due to the judgmental part of his brain that criticizes actions of love is completely gone at the moment.” 

After your meeting with Crewel, his statement continued to sit in your brain. You couldn’t believe it, but at the same time Crewel got no benefit of lying to you nor is he the type to swindle students. 

“Mr. Bucchi and Mr. Howl have complained to me as well about Leona’s behavior, it seems that he has been incredibly kind to them as well. With Mr. Howl saying Leona continues to dote on him ‘like he’s my big brother’,” Crewel explained. 

So that’s what Ruggie meant when he said Leona was acting weird… 

“And while this may be good that Mr. Kingscholar is opening up about his feelings, there are life threatening consequences if we do not get this out of his system. One that would affect his brain,” Crewel explained. 

“Wait, I thought that  we just cure him and then Leona’s okay?” You said, incredibly worried. 

“Well this potion has the potential to affect the hypothalamus, the part of the brain that controls sleep. And while I know Mr. Kingscholar does enjoy naps, I don’t think that he would enjoy sleeping forever.  

~~~

You were stressed out of your mind at the moment. You wanted to keep this whole mishap private between Leona and the other students that encountered the beastman’s odd behavior. As you walked to the Heartslabyul dorm to possibly find solutions with Ace and Deuce, you received a text. 

Jack:

We need to talk, I’ll be my dorm room with Ruggie

Y/N:

Okay, omw! 

You had to sneak into the dorm room, trying to not get the attention of other students who might recognize you. The feat being easy as all of the Savannaclaw residents were busy with their sports, working out or playing pool. 

Once you made it to Jack’s dorm you closed the door quietly, letting out a sigh even though you were in complete darkness.

Clink

A light in the room turned on, spooking you to find Jack and Ruggie on the bed staring at you. 

“You made it,” Jack started. 

“Surprised you managed to sneak past all those beastmen, Leona said that if one of the students brought him to ya then he’d give ‘em a reward,” Ruggie said, quirking up a brow. 

“So then why would you make me sneak all the way over here” you asked, feeling as though you were better off going to a different location if there was a bounty on you. 

“Well, Leona is not here since he was heading over to the Heartsabyul dorm to look for you. We had to get you out of there as soon as possible,” Jack explained. While you did plan on meeting them, you didn’t expect it to be so soon.

“So, what info did you get from Crewel. He won’t let us know anything, besides that Leona is under the effects of a potion” Ruggie said. 

So you told them everything Crewel said, making them swear they wouldn’t tell anyone. You didn’t want anyone else to worry about this situation or Leona’s possible fate. 

“S-so does this mean Leona sees me as a little brother?” Jack said, a blush reaching his face. 

“Hmm, no wonder Leona was talking to me about advice and stuff, he likes you,” Ruggie laughed. 

“Wait, what did he ask you about?” you asked. 

“Well, he didn’t really ask me directly but it was more of him talking to himself and I decided to chide in” Ruggie giggled. “It was when we finished studying in the library…”

“How could they be so oblivious?” Leona said, pinching his nose bridge and sighing. 

“Whatcha mean, boss?” Ruggie piped up, interested. 

“Stay out of this, Ruggie” the lion beastmen replied, twiddling a pen in his hand. 

“Awww~ well I think that I can be of help. That is my job after all” the hyena beastmen quipped, shrugging. Ruggie tried his best not to seem as though he was nosy, but he did have a big suspicion. His boss seemed to be quite adamant on knowing where Jack was going when he went to hangout with the other first years. Occasionally aking about a certain someone, Y/N L/N. 

“Fine… I’m only doing this so you can get off of my back. If you’re interested in someone and you look at them, wouldn’t you think that they would get the hint that they’re interested in you,” Leona sighed. 

“Hahahaha! Hell no! Not by the way you stare at people, y-you look like you're about to kill somebody!” Ruggie cackled. 

“Stop laughing at me you damn hyena!” Leona growled, ready to strangle the blonde. 

“I-I’m so sorry but that was fucking hilarious, Leona. You can’t just look at someone and expect for them to fall in love with you!” the boy replied, wiping his tears from his laughter. 

“We were kicked out of the library for making too much noise, but yeah I had a suspicion Leona had a little crush on you” Ruggie finished, booping your nose gently. But then his face formed a smirk, “I can’t be too handsy with you anymore since I can’t touch what’s Leona’s~”

“I-I don’t belong to Leona-!”

“Now that you’re done with your storytime, can we get to how we’re supposed to fix Leona” Jack said cutting you off, but if you paid slightly more attention you could see the pink on his cheeks. 

“We unfortunately can’t fix him until this Friday since the MMC takes a week to send out the Rosemary,” you replied “until then we’re just going to have to monitor Leona and make sure that nothing’s out of the ordinary.” 

Jack nodded “I think we should try to lay low from Leona and try not to make him suspicious-” 

“Jack, do you know where Ruggie is- oh Y/N!” And there he was, Leona standing in the doorway.

Shit. So much for being incognito. 

“Oh my god look at the time, I’ve gotta feed Grim! I’ve completely forgot about him, please excuse me” You said, running out of Jack’s dorm room, yet your hand was softly gripped. 

“You silly thing, I already went to Ramshackle and fed Grim” Leona said with a smile. He was so beautiful and relaxed like this, all his anger and snarkiness was gone. And you were so taken aback that you let yourself be taken into his arms. 

“He misses you, Grim hasn’t seen you all day. And I feel the same way,” the lovestruck man said, cupping your cheek placing a kiss on your nose

“Don’t run away from me, hmm?” Leona purred. 

“O-okay” you replied shakily. You then realized what position you were in, on his lap in front of your two friends. 

Jack was shocked, and Ruggie thought it was hilarious. He didn’t know Leona’s inner feelings were this needy.

“Love slows you down.”

“I could never do any of that romantic crap.”

“It’s disgusting.”

All of that, just for it to be bullshit! Ruggie knew Leona was a scammer, but this is a whole new level of a liar.

They obeyed your directions of your mouthed words of, “Just go.” and left you alone with the lion half conscious on your shoulder. 

Walking out slowly, Jack gave you sympathetic eyes, giving you motivation to push through this. While Ruggie smiled giving you a thumbs up, but not before taking pictures of you both, letting out small giggles about your expense.

“Where are they going?” Leona said, his deep voice reverbing on your shoulder. 

“They’re going to go check on everyone outside, Leona” you answered, growing flustered from him being so close

Leona hummed back in response, holding you in a cuddle on the beanbag chair. You had to get out of his grip, because if Leona ends up falling asleep you’ll never be able to get out. 

Think, Y/N. Think of a plan. . . 

You waited until Leona was on the brink of consciousness, and get out of his arms as smoothly as possible, then replace it with the pillow to your right. 

You held Leona’s large hands on your arms, lifting them off of you as well as your body. You quickly placed the dense pillow into the lion beastmen’s arms. And from there you made your escape from the Savannaclaw dorm to your home, Ramshackle. 

Once you got home, you were met with a screaming Grim who was completely upset that you left him alone all day. However, the cat creature calmed just a little once you told him the situation you were in. 

“So Leona is in love with you?” Grim asked. 

“Yes-well no” you sighed, exhausted from your day “I don’t know, Grim. I don’t want to make assumptions. This could just be only the potion talking for him, who knows?” 

“Well, Crewel did say that it wasn’t randomized affection. So… maybe after all this is over you can finally have a boyfriend!” Grim said happily, especially since he had been thinking about this for a long time. 

Unknown to your knowledge, your friends had been theorizing as to whom might have a crush on you. And one of the candidates that Grim had been most excited about was Leona. Sure he didn’t like the guy, but he sure did love the money in his pockets. If you both got together he would be spoiled rotten! He couldn’t let Leona slip out of his fingers, and maybe he did want you to be happy with some pretty boy prince. 

“Grim this is very serious, I can’t be thinking about whether I could go and start dating Leona. And also, I go on dates!” you retorted, offended that of all people Grim commented on your relationship status. 

“With who, henchman? And name them,” Grim said, crossing his paws. 

. . . 

“I don’t hear any name’s, Y/N-”

“Shut up and don’t call me your henchman!”

~~~

It was already Friday and you only had to wait until Saturday until the rosemary would come in. You’ve been holding out for so long, evading Leona with excuses of studying or having to talk to teachers. Or Ruggie and Jack hauling him away with activities. 

However that could only go for so long, which put you in this position. Cuddling with Leona, in the public common room of Heartslabyul as you typed up your History of Magical Law report with Grim. You sat in his lap with his arms around your waist, with his head draped on your shoulder, every once in a while glancing at your computer screen to see how you were doing. 

You got ready to submit the document to Professor Crewel, you worked so hard on this essay and you finally finished!

“Ah, I’m done!” You exclaimed as you high fived Grim. Your success made a relaxed smile grow on Leona’s face.  

“Nice job, love” Leona purred in your ear, planting a kiss on your cheek. Even though he had been very close in contact for the past week, it felt like every action of affection made you bubbly inside. 

And while it wouldn’t last forever, you were glad you could have these moments with the lion beastman. 

~~~

Today was the day that Rosemary had been shipped to Crewel’s office. But Leona wasn’t answering his texts from you at all. So you decided to call his phone, slightly worried about him, only for Ruggie to pick up. 

“Y/N, Leona isn’t waking up at all. Please get over here now!” 

You ran over to Savannaclaw to find Ruggie, Jack and other Savannaclaw residents standing around his bed. Leona was completely unresponsive to your presence. You ordered them to carry Leona to the hospital room, calling up Crewel and telling him Leona was unresponsive. 

You shouldn’t have been so careless, especially since things were so dire. But you couldn’t help it, as Crewel assured you that the chances for him going into a comatose state were little to none. 

Yet here you are. Possibly too late to save Leona. 

Once you got to the infirmary, you saw Crewel standing beside the hospital bed reserved for Leona. Everyone placed him in the bed gently, you opened his mouth pouring the light blue liquid and made sure it went down safely. Everyone was on edge, waiting for the beastman to open his eyes and wake up. 

5 minutes had gone by quickly, Leona’s eyes still resting. It was so good for the past couple of days to see his brows not curled into an unforgiving scowl, looking down on those who dare come close. To show true inner love for those he holds dear. Does Leona opening his heart come with this big of a price tag? 

The air was thick and you felt yourself choking up. Your heart heavy and breath short. Tears welling at your eyes as you stared at Leona’s state. 

You laid above him holding his face, only to lay across the beastmen’s chest. You had failed him… 

“I’m so sorry, Leona. God, I’m so sorry f-for screwing up” you couldn’t dare speak, your voice had betrayed you enough. It was pathetic, the state you were in. Calling out to someone in comatose, someone who couldn’t respond back. You just laid there wallowing in defeat.

Only for a hand to stroke your back. 

You jumped not expecting the contact, looking up you saw the green eyes in their normal, un-dilated state. A sight you have yearned for, for so long. 

“Leona o-oh my god you’re okay!” you exclaimed, clinging to his upper half. 

“A-ah be easy on me, herbivore. I don’t need more headache than I already do. God you’re just as jumpy as Cheka,” Leona quipped. And there it was, the borderline bullying backtalk you had missed from old Leona. 

“I’m sorry, I just” you let out a sigh, all your stress slightly unwinding, “I missed you… alot. And when you went and closed your eyes like that I thought we were too late.” 

Leona sighed, he wanted to be clever and throw out a good comeback but for once he realized something. 

Maybe it’s just good enough to comfort someone. 

To not bite back at the hand that you know wouldn’t punish you. 

“Thank you for taking care of me,” Leona said, his voice wavering a little.

You wiped away your tears and sighed, “No problem...but I guess you’re fine and you don’t really remember anything-”

“Stupid, you don’t think I don’t remember anything? It’s my body you know” Leona said, cutting you off. 

“Y/N I did say that the potion was based on real feelings that harbor within the host did I not?” Mr. Crewel reminded you. 

“And me giving Leona a little crash course in flirting~” Ruggie teased, wiggling his fingers, only to be stopped by Jack. 

“Is this true Leona? Your feelings for me?” you asked, unexpectedly backing Leona into a corner. 

He couldn’t even deny it. With scientific evidence, personal accounts from Ruggie, Leona couldn’t just give a sassy comment and squeeze his way out of your questions. 

“Yes” he whispered, barely audible to anyone. 

“What did you say? I couldn’t hear you” you said, genuinely confused. 

“Y-yes. I do like you, and I’ve liked you for a long period of time,” Leona said, trying to keep his voice from wavering off. 

“Yay, you did it! Now was that so hard, I’ve been on suspense because of you for weeks-” Ruggie said, pushing Leona’s buttons more and more.

“If you speak anymore I will fire you, you damn hyena!” 

“Wahh, don’t say that! You love Jack and I like brothers~” Ruggie said, sing songy. 

“GET ME OUT OF THIS BED-” 

~~~

It was movie night in the Heartslabyul dorm. Commemorating the end of a huge exam, you were ready to celebrate with all your friends. 

Everyone was there, even Mr. No Show himself, Leona. 

“You better not fall asleep during this movie” you said, poking the lazy man’s cheek as he laid his head across your thighs.  

“Well maybe you should hold me instead, that’ll keep me awake” Leona replied, poking your face back. 

You know, one of the things you’ve always adored about Leona’s smile is how his fangs would poke through. And just for him showing off his pearly whites, you knelt and gave him a kiss on the lips. 

While it was good that the potion had started your relationship with Leona and made his feelings open up, you sure wouldn’t change him for the world.

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[diabolik-boys]

Hello Admin! May l ask for headcanons for the Sakamaki brothers with a bride who is very pretty yet gives off a creepy aura which makes people uncomfortable. Many want to approach her but can't find the courage to do so.

===== CREEPY BRIDE/GROOM HC =====

===== CREEPY BRIDE/GROOM: SAKAMAKI =====

=============== Shu Sakamaki ===============

"There's just... something about you that is a little off-putting.  Even for me.  And I don’t get disturbed often.”

Shu might leave this bride/groom alone more than a usual bride/groom.  He just wouldn’t want to possibly deal with any feelings of being unsettled.  It would remind him of Kanato, and he usually avoids Kanato.

He would eventually not care and not feel unsettled after a while, so any avoidance would end.

He’d still treat the bride/groom as usual.  Biting, claiming, doing whatever he wants really.

Eventually he would not be disturbed by them anymore.

=============== Reiji Sakamaki ===============

“...You are quite unsettling for a bride/groom, aren’t you now?  I suppose Kanato will take quite the liking to you.  I am not moreso disturbed by you as I am just curious as to why you put off such an unsettling aura.”

Reiji would not really mind if the bride or groom was “creepy” in nature or anything.

He would find it interesting to possibly study, since not many brides/grooms would have characteristics that made any of the boys feel unsettled before.

Reiji would still perform experiments and do so as he wants with the bride/groom, whether it be blood taking or whatnot.

Fortunately for the bride or groom, though, he wouldn’t be interested that often, not really wanting to face the wrath the Kanato would probably have if any of them touched the bride/groom.

=============== Ayato Sakamaki ===============

“Sorry I don’t want any ghost scout cookies.  Leave me alone.  Ore-sama will get my blood from you whenever Ore-sama wants, for as long as Ore-sama wants.  But don’t bother me.”

Ayato doesn’t really like his prey to be creepy and unsettling.  He’d rather they be bombshells and “easy to break”.

So, he probably wouldn’t want them around him much.  They’re someone Kanato would probably pin after more than him, and he wouldn’t want to get into any fights with the hysteric over it.

While he doesn’t care what the bride/groom looks like in terms of getting blood, he probably wouldn’t be interested too much in them for other means of entertainment.

He’d get pissy if they scared him or spooked him.

=============== Kanato Sakamaki ===============

“Wow, you look lovely~... Like a doll that’s already been killed and sewn shut.  Ne, do you like graveyards, like me~?  I should take you to see my mother’s grave~... Do not worry, I’ll make you into a pretty doll someday, too.”

Kanato would have a big crush on any potential bride or groom that would seem “creepy”, and pretty at the same time.

He would even treat them a little more nicer than previous brides or grooms.  He’d want to take them on even maybe a few dates.

Kanato would grow an attachment to the bride/groom easily.  He’d want them for himself and no one else.  Especially not Laito, since he tries to claim every bride/groom.

He would be delighted to know if they shared any similar hobbies as himself.  It might even convince him to keep them alive.

=============== Laito Sakamaki ===============

“Well, you are quite curious, aren’t you now?  Nfu~... Do you think you scare me~?  I’ve seen worse attempts at being creepy from my brother Kanato.”

Laito isn’t scared.  He doesn’t mind what his brides or grooms look like or act like.  He will still work his charms, what he does best, always.

Although he can sense the unsettlement with the bride/groom, he doesn’t really focus on it much.  It might make him just be more interested in them and why they put off such feelings.

However, he wouldn’t want Kanato to get pissy at him for interacting with the bride or groom much.  He would keep his distance just a little bit more than usual.

Eventually, though, he just wouldn’t care what Kanato would think and would pursue whatever he wants.

=============== Subaru Sakamaki ===============

“You remind me of Kanato.  He’s annoyin’.  Don’t act all textbook creepy and I won’t get annoyed with ya’ anymore often that I already will.”

Subaru doesn’t really sense much “creepiness” about the bride or groom.  But he could get a little unsettled from time to time if they just stare.

He’d probably act normal, as he usually does with any bride/groom.  Nothing really special.

He’ll take blood as usual if he wants.  Won’t really interact with them much.

Subaru just keeps his distance from everyone though.  The bride or groom won’t be an exception.

(I think you’d like this ask @eyelessdoll-y - Admin Azusa)

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[worms-i-think]

NXX boys but they’re having pasta at my house?? ⁱᵐ ˢᵒ ᵗⁱʳᵉᵈ ˡᵒˡ

Artem Wing

Would feel a little awkward at first, not exactly knowing where to sit for fear of taking someone’s spot at the table

So he positions himself behind the counter, absentmindedly looking at the ingredients out and—

‘Excuse me, but is this a pasta roller?’

Yes it it, wonderful sir! So he rolls up his sleeves and gets out the flour and eggs and salt and oil… and feeds the dough through the weird mixer attachment that only my dad knows how to use

Scrap the boxed crap, the chef is working his magic

The whole process takes a long time to make, so he’s profusely apologizing while we’re all like ‘no, no it’s okay! It’s gonna be worth it’ :)

I love him

He’s very intent on doing his job well, so he barely looks up until he hears my dad talking about movies and feels the urge to state his opinions!

The thing is, my dad likes any movie that made him happy to watch…his philosophy is ‘would my two hours have been better is I hadn’t watched this?’ And if the answer is no, you’ve got a good movie regardless

My brothers are closer in Artem’s regard in that they pay close attention to the plot and inconsistencies, but since Artem is a lawyer he’d probably win the argument on whether, idk Cats 2019 for example, was good or not

(PS the fact that I still talk about it means it was at least memorable, if not the most important movie during quarantine times even though it was terrifying & fever-dream inducing)

But maybe these stupid arguments aren’t worth his time, so he turns back to the pasta

Be prepared for cheers when it’s all finished! He’d shy away from the praise, but be very proud he could cook for us even as the guest.

In his mind, he already has plans for a pesto…or maybe an alfredo sauce…or any new techniques he can try next time :)

Vyn Richter

I would feel so judged at first iviting this dude to my house lmao, he’d psychoanalyze me

But he’s a gentleman, so much so that my whole family would stiffen up and tries to act more formal to fit his attitude.

He definitely notices, but doesn’t bring it up. Part of him thinks it’s funny, but the other half just wants to make everyone more comfortable.

I still love him nevertheless, he’s a very interesting guy and that’d lead me to wanting to ask him all kinds of questions

But I’d never in person lol. Most likely I’d be telling my little sister all about him before he comes for dinner, and once we sit down all her questions come out.

‘Vyn what’s your family like? Who are your parents? What’s all this about being noble? How’d you get two doctorate degrees—was it just to flex on Artem?’

And he’d laugh and say something like ‘goodness, I try buttering one roll and I am suddenly interrogated’ lol

‘Are you wearing contacts??’

‘I inherited my eyes and hair from my father, though I know the colors of both are unnatural’

‘Ahhhh okay…? Do you have a cat?’

‘I do not, do you think I should get one?’ (Feel like he’d treat kids very politely, always appears interested)

She’d likely talk about this one for a solid ten, fifteen minutes, describing the type (white and fluffy) and personality (absolutely regal) the cat would have. She really wants one, but my dad is allergic.

Dinner lasts like this for a very long time as we’re listening to their back-and-forth with amused interest

‘You should meet our bunny!!’ she says, and he says he’d be pleased to make his acquaintance. My rabbit is on the old size, white with black markings like a perfect mustache and a snobbish attitude.

Vyn is thoroughly amused by this and pets him like a supervillain with a cat, except he’s really just sitting criss-cross-applesauce on the floor, smiling :)

Overall Vyn becomes a very welcome guest at out house. Our bunny is a big fan, so that makes him trustworthy. BunnyBoi knows he won’t drop him or spook his arthritic body too bad 🤍

Marius von Hagen

My little sister would definitely love him the best

They’d take out the marinera and she’d insist he hang out with him before dinner is ready, saying she needs entertainment

And he’d be like ‘y’know what? Yeah. This is my life now’ while he takes out a spoon and drums on the table

Meanwhile my sister would be like ‘you DRAW?? me too!! you should draw, like, cthulu or something’

So he sprawls out his lanky legs under the table

And then he’d take the marinara and just,, pour it onto a plate, spreading it with the spoon with a grin made by the devil himself

Prompting my sister to do the same, pouring some onto the table in the process. She’d use a fork to draw herself while my mom walks up behind her— ‘honey, you don’t even like sauce.’

Heheh

‘You have to eat it now’

Prompting her to shove the plate over to Marius for him to deal with

‘Aww you won’t even eat the sauce?? But we made this meal all special 🥺” (Artem raises a brow at the word ‘we’)

Jokes on you she still won’t eat it, so she scrapes it onto his spaghetti while he pouts at her.

‘You know, I won’t be your friend anymore if you treat me like this.’

She wipes off her own plate with a napkin.

‘I deserve friends who appreciate good cooking~’ (he crosses his arms and turns up his nose at her) ‘and you ruined my cthulu.’

Luke Pearce

My mother’s favorite, she’d be like ‘Luke, do you want me to get you a drink? Do you need a glass? What kind of desserts do you like best?’

She’s already planning a follow up, because he’s a treat to be around

And he loves her too! He’d be smiling and setting the table beforehand

During dinner he would eat all his stuff and reach over to steal my meatballs, no permission but still valid

He has a really full laugh that ends up being absolutely contagious, even over the stupidest things

Picking up some some spaghetti and drop a noodle in your drink mid-scoop? He’s wheezing

And while you pick up a fork to take it out he’s all ‘no! no! You gotta drink it now! This is your specialty now, they should serve this at bars!’

‘CHUG CHUG CHUG CHUG’

The whole dinner is very lively thanks to Luke, and he keeps the conversation between everybody in my family! We don’t have a dog, but Luke would fill that spot with that ‘golden retriever boy’ everyone labels him as

‘Do you want me to help you with the dishes?’

(Mom) ‘Ohh that’s so nice of you to volunteer <3 but I’m all set! Really, you should sit and relax!’

‘No no, it’s fine, I wouldn’t mind at all!’ (He’s not letting you go that easy, he insists on being the best child my mom never had)

‘You’ve been such a big help already, I couldn’t ask for more’

‘Aww c’mon, it’s the least I can do!’

‘Luke we have a dishwasher’

#this just appeared in my lil brain idk <3 #tears of themis #tears of themis crack #tot headcanons #artem wing #luke pearce #marius von hagen #vyn richter

[loserchildhotpants]

Destiel prompt from Twitter; kissing each other to prove there’s nothing there, even though, it’s a lie, and the kiss proves it (from this prompt list)

“I’m just saying that I don’t think you’d get this defensive if there really wasn’t anything between you two -”

“There isn’t, and I’m not getting defensive!” Dean argues, decidedly defensively.

“Methinks the lady doth protest too much,” Sam offers with a shrug and a smirk.

Staring down into the open grave the boys are in, Castiel glances between the brothers and tilts his head, wondering if perhaps by a different angle, he may better understand what their expressions mean.

“We’re bonded or whatever - that’s it, man! There’s nothing else going on!”

“I’m not even saying there is anything ‘going on,’ I’m just saying there could be, and if that were something you wanted -”

“I’m not qu -”

“I know, I get it, I hear you, humor me for a second, okay? All I’m saying is just - if there were something between you two, and you wanted there to be something ‘going on,’ where there is currently nothing ‘going on,’ I just think you should, hypothetically go for something rather than settling for the nothing, because, personally, I think there is something there, and you could have a great thing going if that were what you wanted.”

“Even if - which I don’t - I’m not - listen, though, okay? I’m not, and I don’t want that - not that there’s anything wrong with it, or something, just - even if that were the case, Cas isn’t like that. He’s not a being that experiences shit like that -”

“I’m telling you you’re wrong, Dean! The way he stares at you -”

“He stares at everyone!”

“Do I?”

The Winchesters jump in unison, both with hands on their guns faster than should be possible. They both visibly relax again, though, when they realize it’s only Castiel interrupting.

“Oh, hey, Cas,” Dean greets, his voice markedly more gentle than it was with Sam only a moment before.

Castiel appreciates it.

“Hello, Dean.”

With a cheeky grin, Sam clears his throat, and says to Cas, “your timing couldn’t be better, actually, Cas - Dean and I have some questions -”

“No, no, we do not have questions,” Dean growls at Sam, eyes blazing dangerously.

“I am always available to you boys for whatever inquiries I can assist in. Is this pertaining to my staring? It’s academic in nature, I assure you - frankly, I am used to having a form that hosts many more eyes; being in this Earthly form can present obstacles, as my perceptions are more limited than I can remember them ever being. I promise I do not mean to insult anyone.”

“Oh, I don’t think anyone’s thinking of it as an insult,” Sam intones; Dean shoves his elbow into Sam’s kidney to shut him up.

“This is you being defensive, by the way,” Sam wheezes, doubled over, but still smirking at Dean, “What’s the big deal if there’s nothing going on?”

Flushed, Dean scowls at Sam, drops his shovel, and tells him, “I’m not being defensive! There’s nothing to be defensive about! And I’ll prove it!”

Clambering out of the grave, Dean brushes the soil from his hands onto his dirtier jeans, and stomps more than walks up to Castiel.

“You’ve a cut,” Cas murmurs worriedly, spotting a knick Dean got on his cheek earlier in the day.

“It’s nothing. Listen, Cas -”

Before Dean can get anymore out, Castiel reaches for his left-side cheek, cups that side of his face, and spreads a cooling sensation that knits the skin back together neatly and cleanly.

“Uh - thanks, Cas,” Dean mutters gruffly as Cas takes his hand back.

“My pleasure, Dean.”

Uncharacteristically nervous, Dean glances down at the ground, his hands shoved in his jean pockets, then his eyes skim the ground until they happen upon Sam’s again, and whatever silent exchange they have works Dean up again.

“Cas,” Dean begins, looking into his eyes with determination, “We’re friends, you ‘n me, right?”

“Yes, Dean. You are my most cherished friend,” Castiel answers.

That gives Dean a moment’s pause where he seems to be searching Castiel’s face for some sign of sarcasm or deceit; there is none to be detected, of course.

“I - thanks, man. Uhm. Now - this is gonna sound like a weird question, but bear with me, ‘cause I’m not about to assume consent or something.”

“Okay,” Castiel says in confusion, tilting his head again.

“I’m tryin’a prove a point here to Sam, and to get it across - just - would you be okay with me kissing you? Like, just this once - I promise I won’t make it weird or anything, but I gotta ask, you know? I know you’re not into physical stuff like -”

“You’d like my permission to kiss?” Castiel intercepts neutrally, “Like people do?”

Something about that is funny - or startling? - to both Sam and Dean, and Castiel can’t tell which or for what reasons.

“Yeah. Just this one time,” Dean repeats.

Though he takes a respectable count of four seconds to seem as though he needs to consider his options, Castiel nods, and replies, “of course, Dean. Of all the favors you’ve asked of me before, I assure this is certainly the most convenient and pleasant of them.”

Sam snorts a laugh, Dean tosses a glare at him, and then settles gentle, if a little nervous, eyes back on Castiel.

“Okay…”

Dean steps closer into Cas’ space, bringing them toe-to-toe and he finds himself staring down; he’d not realized Cas was shorter than him. It’s not by much, not really enough to be remarked upon, even, but it means that Cas winds up looking up at him from under the cover of long, dark lashes, and even in the dark of the night, his eyes shine like twinkling gems.

Swallowing with some difficulty, Dean holds loosely onto the lapels of Cas’ trench coat, and he means to go in chaste, he really does, it’s just that he’s actually struggling to breathe a little, so his lips are just barely parted, and Cas - as far as Dean can tell, Cas takes that as a cue.

Because Cas’ full lips press in, but so does his tongue; before Dean can even secure his footing, Cas makes his loose hold on the lapels go tight, licking up into Dean’s mouth without hesitation or mercy.

Praying his shocked gasp wasn’t audible to Sam, Dean just tries to hold on while Cas turns his head, bites Dean’s heavy bottom lip, and then pushes Dean’s mouth more open with his own, and then he drags his hot tongue against Dean’s, coming in broad, and soft.

Dean hears himself make some kind of noise - he can’t tell what it is, because there’s too much blood rushing in his skull - there’s stubble. Stubble. There is stubble in this equation other than his own, and that’s new, and terrifying, and should be wholly unwelcome, but every synapse in his brain dedicated to pleasure is telling him otherwise.

One wide hand insinuates itself under the hem of Dean’s weathered flannel, calloused fingers pressing into his left hip possessively while the other hand glides over his pec, and shoulder to the back of his neck, pinky finger teasing the sensitive skin just under the back of his cotton collar, and thumb brushing the fine hairs at the base of Dean’s skull.

Dean thinks he may be swaying - he’s dizzy.

Cas is dragging him closer, pressing their hips and abdomens together, and Dean’s hands have somehow found better purchase on the front of Cas’ button-down dress shirt than his lapels.

Dean thinks he hears one of the buttons pop off with the strain of his hold, but neither of them seem inclined to do anything about it, so he figures it doesn’t matter; he tries to establish himself as a bit more dominant, thrown off his usual groove by the absolutely sinful way Cas apparently kisses.

To Dean’s simultaneous horror and delight, Cas doesn’t relinquish any control; he won’t be moved, his hands get tighter and hotter where they touch Dean’s skin, he only presses them harder together, and he kisses Dean like he wants to eat him alive.

He kisses Dean like he wants to crawl inside him, like he’s hungry - starved - like kissing is an act of carnage just as much as an act of love, like those things aren’t mutually exclusive.

He’d rather die than admit it to anyone, but Dean’s knees get a little weak, and Cas basically holds up his entire weight by just the grip he’s got on Dean’s waist.

Before he knows it’s happened, Dean’s hard enough to carve stone, and Cas readjusts how they’re slotted against one another to better accommodate Dean’s failing balance, and Cas feels it - he must. Even if he doesn’t feel how hard Dean is against him right away, the guttural moan Dean will deny having made til his dying breath clues him in.

What sounds like hundreds of cherry bombs going off has them stumbling away from each other, and frantically looking about.

The streetlights have exploded. There’s glass everywhere, and based on the echoes of car alarms and distant voices, it’s becoming more and more possible that Cas destroyed the windows and lights of several cars and nearby homes.

Even he and Sam’s flashlights are busted.

In the blanket of darkness that’s settled over the graveyard, Dean can still see clearly, because Cas’ eyes are high beams cutting through the fog of the night.

They’re both panting, Dean’s pretty certain that a resting heart rate isn’t meant to feel like this, and Cas is looking positively feral.

“Jesus fuck!” Sam curses, his arms crossed over his head where he still plucks a shard of glass from his hair.

Reminded of Sam’s presence, Castiel’s head swivels to him, the glow of his eyes dims down, and then he looks back at Dean, visibly frightened.

Dean takes no pleasure in Cas ever being scared, so he reaches out, takes a step back into Cas’ space, but that spooks him more, and in less than a blink of an eye, he’s gone.

Not cool, Cas, Dean thinks loudly, hoping it counts as a prayer that Cas will hear.

Reaching into the front of his jeans, Dean uses the near blackness of the power outage to his advantage, and readjusts himself to the best of his abilities.

It really doesn’t do much.

“Well,” Sam starts pointedly.

Dean, weak at the knees, lips criminally swollen, face flushed, hair mussed and harder than he’s ever been in his life, turns slowly to scowl at Sam.

“That was not nothing.”

Dean doesn’t see a way of winning the argument, so he kicks dirt into Sam’s hair, and leaves him to finish burying.

#destiel #deancas #drabble #kisses #my stuff #some spice tho #just for funsies

[thesedangeroustemptations]

Baki boy’s handling a S/O who randomly flinches at being unexpectedly touched due to their past

Hi guys! I haven’t written in a while and I haven’t gotten any requests, so I thought I’d write about something that I struggle with and that other people might as well! So, Trigger Warning is in effect for down below, if you think it might bother you, feel free to keep scrolling and I’ll see you around for the next one, have a great day <3 

TW: Prior abusive relationships, dementia, anxiety, PTSD (post traumatic stress disorder) and family issues 

Baki Hanma: 

The first time Baki notices it, the two of them are at school and he snuck up behind them to surprise them as they didn’t have classes together until after lunch, his hands resting on their hips and the moment he did this, they about jumped out of their skin.

 He instinctively believes that something is wrong, and despite his brain telling him to bring it up in conversation, he didn’t want to possibly upset them. Simply rationalizing it as he snuck up on them, of course they’d be spooked. Anyone would be... right? 

Wrong. This behavior continued at the most random of times; they’d be having a good time and then he’d move his arm too fast, the next moment they were flinching away from him with a frightened expression that they were consciously trying to control. 

This was no longer something that Baki could ignore, and chose to approach the conversation as gently and casually as he could to not upset them too much, but it seemed by the tears welling in their eyes that this was a sensitive topic.

They explain about their relationship with their parents, how when they were living with them, they were physically abusive when it came to getting their way or discipline. Anything could be used as an excuse to hit them, not taking out the trash on time? Slap. Not doing the dishes and laundry before their parents got home? Smack. Seemed to be having an attitude when answering a question? Slap. Anything ranging to them ‘breathing with attitude’. So, when they were old enough and had enough money, they moved out and cut off contact.

Upon hearing this, Baki could hardly think straight, and it took everything in him to keep himself from finding them himself to give them a piece of what they put his beloved through, but he couldn’t do that. 

He knew that the place he was most needed was right there, so he’d wrap his arms around their shakily breaking frame and hold them close to his chest, one hand rubbing their back while the other smoothed back their hair, gentle kisses peppering their forehead as he rocked the two of them. 

He would never allow anything to harm them again, and if he ever got the chance to meet their parents... it’s game on. “I know it’s something that you can’t help, but try to remember as best you can that I’d die before I laid a hand on you in anger or allowed anyone else to ever again.”

Jack Hanma: 

This man is nowhere near as patient as his brother, so the first moment he notices something is off with his partner and quick, unexpected movements, he confronts them and he wants his answers then, not the second time he asks, something he makes very clear. Jack doesn’t like repeating himself or vague answers.

However, what he wasn’t expecting was for them to tell him to mind his own business and stalk away as if he had done something wrong. This doesn’t sit well with the blonde giant, they’re normally very open and honest about nearly anything and everything with him, so this personality flip only deepened his concern. 

Letting the pot simmer for a few hours while he worked to collect his thoughts on the matter, he would later find them in their shared room, an apologetic look etched into his expression which was a rarity held only for the likes of his S/O. 

“I’m sorry... can you please just tell me what it is that’s upsetting you already?” He would murmur from the door, waiting like a puppy to be called over to the bed and as soon as he is, he clears the room in two strides, taking a seat beside them and wrapping his protective arms around them.

Jack doesn’t have much tact when it comes to this, but his heart is in the right place and his S/O can see that he means well, so despite his blunt approach, so the moment his arms wrapped around them, they relent and finally open up to him about their past relationships with their older siblings and how they would frequently be used as the punching bag, figuratively and literally. 

Just as his anger was beginning to boil over, and he was ready to sit them down with a movie while he went out to have a ‘conversation’ with them all, they hit him with something that he hadn’t been expecting, 

“You know, if it wasn’t for them, I wouldn’t have wanted to start training, and then maybe I wouldn’t have met you. So, I guess I owe them a thank you for giving me you.” They spoke with such sincerity, how could he argue back at that? Their hands gently cupping his cheeks as they smiled slightly at him, hoping to get one back.

It was with that, he felt every ounce of anger leave his body and all he could feel was love for the person he was holding. They had a point, there was no guarantee that they would have met outside of their shared love for the gym, so maybe he did have them to thank. Not out loud of course, because fuck them, all he cared about was what was in his arms.

Katsumi Orochi: 

Katsumi would be one of the first to notice something was wrong with his S/O, he had known them for a bit of time before deciding to ask them to be his, so he had time to observe the way they interacted with others and the little tics that they had. 

The first time he had seen it happen as when someone in his class had walked up beside them without their noticing and then spoke, earning them a clock to the face and a thousand apologies after that. Of course, he like Baki, would try to rationalize it as them being spooked until the issue persisted into their relationship, and they were doing it with him.

The first time it happened in private, he would catch their fist as it swung in his direction and pulled them close, speaking in as soft and soothing voice as he could while addressing the issue at hand. “I don’t want to upset you, in fact that’s my last wish, but I can’t help you if I don’t know what’s going on.”

No longer able to run from it, they finally broke down and the two curled up in their shared bed while they went over their past relationship and how they were frequently met with physical violence at any time, ranging from a slap across the face, to a punch, to things further that they weren’t comfortable telling him. 

This was what he wanted, he wanted them to tell him what was wrong, why they acted the way they did, so why was he so upset over knowing the truth? Seeing the tears welling in his S/O’s eyes and trickling down their rosy cheeks told him the reason; who could hurt someone so kind and gentle? It infuriated him, but he couldn’t show it, he needed to be strong for the person he loved when they needed him the most.

Wrapping his muscular arms around their frame, he pulled them closer to him and rested his chin on top of their head, eyes focused on the wall ahead of them as he listened to their breathing, reminding himself that they were safe with him, and there wasn’t a chance in hell of them ever harming them again; if they tried, that’s free anger management. 

When the two of them laid down that night, he made them a promise that he would never let anything happen to them again, and that he would help them get their sense of safety back, that they wouldn’t have to react in such a defensive and reactionary way when the people around them would never hurt them. They didn’t understand fully just how seriously he would take that promise. 

From that day forward, he would frequently remind them that they were safe, they would train harder and longer so they would feel as though they could handle themselves in any situation, and anytime they would start to feel anxious or out of control, he would hold them in his arms and remind them of the promise he made, and that he would never leave them alone to deal with this. 

Kaioh Retsu: 

This man would be the best out of all of them when it comes to noticing and reaction, not gonna lie. He didn’t need to see them flinch away from people, he could see the way that they would scan the room before making any movements, how they would take note of everyone else in the room with them and where they were, the consistently worried and alert look in their eye. It had him coming to conclusions of his own, and he was afraid that they would be right. 

Would approach the topic after a night at home, the two in the shower and them flinching at his touch once he finally joined them in the water. He would bring it up gently, his arms wrapping around their body so that they would feel safe with him, pressing his toned form against theirs in an attempt to show that they are one. 

“I love you, and I can feel when you’re upset by something, so please, trust me enough to confide in me. I simply wish to help you.” He would plead with them, his dark eyes showing nothing but sincerity and honesty to where his S/O can’t deny him. 

Retsu would let them stray from the topic a few times before finally pressing the topic a bit more firmly, showing that he would not be relenting on this and that it would save them both some time if they just went ahead and told him what he wanted to know. 

Gently stroking their cheek with the back of his fingers, his other hand still placed on their lower back and holding them still as he listened to their words, processing how they had been bullied when they were younger and dealt with physical attacks at school that no one did anything about, so they had to always be on guard and be able to run at a seconds notice, hence the flinching away at unexpected touching.

It made sense to him, it did, but what he couldn’t grasp just yet was why they hadn’t chosen to defend themselves, until they explained it was nearly everyone, so one against a huge group when they were just a child wouldn’t have ended well and he had to admit they were right. 

Makes it his mission to make them feel as safe as possible, keeping them away from any type of danger or stressful situation where people would be moving at fast paces so not to trigger their fight or flight reaction and cause them anxiety. Retsu is very mindful of his S/O and makes sure that they’re comfortable wherever they go, and asks if there’s anything they need from him. 

Also goes the route of teaching them self defense if they don’t already know any, and if they do, simply helps them sharpen them and shows them new techniques that might be more effective to use, but never once does he make them feel like they aren’t strong enough. He wants to build their confidence, and he knows the right way to go about it. 

Kaoru Hanayama:

Kaoru’s S/O is incredibly private about their past, not wanting to let the poor guy in on anything about their prior experiences and why they act the way that they do or why they flinch away from people at the most random times. It’s frustrating to say the least, and whenever it happens, they give him a look that simply says ‘don’t say anything if you don’t want an argument.’

However, Hanayama isn’t the type to shy away from confrontation, and if he feels it’s something that’s detrimental to his S/O, you’d best believe he’s going to bring it up when he feels the time is right and won’t let up on it until he gets a satisfactory answer. Standing in front of the door and blocking it with his large frame to make his point clear as he stares them down with his shadowy hues. 

“I’m not doing this to upset you or trap you here, I’m doing this so you’ll finally tell me what goes on in your head and how I can fix it. If you really want to leave I’ll let you go but just... please. Let me try and do something to help for once instead of shutting me out.” This is not the type of man to beg for anything, he’s head of the Hanayama gang after all, but when it came to the person he loved, he’s willing to do anything, even look like a lovesick fool.

Somehow, that finally got through to them, and they’d sit down on the nearest piece of furniture, be it a couch or bed, and begin to explain slowly, as if they would run out of air every few sentences, about their relationship with their abusive, alcoholic mother, and how she would ‘discipline’ her children in the cruelest ways possible, how it could be at the drop of a hat, over the most obscure and miniscule things, anything that she felt like. 

Being the eldest child, his S/O was forced to endure the brunt of it to keep their siblings safe, things only ever happening to their siblings when they weren’t around, and how they aren’t understood by them now because of how they were raised effected them differently due to this dynamic. 

His mind goes blank for a moment as rage seeps in and takes over, causing his large frame to tense from his position in front of the door; the only thought he had was on repeat: Kill that bitch. Kill that bitch. Kill that bitch. He had the men to do it, he had the strength to do it himself, he had the police under his thumb, he could really get away with this. 

All of these thoughts flooded his mind and clouded his vision until he felt warm hands on his scarred face, earning his attention immediately as his vision cleared and all that he could see was the loving eyes of his S/O as they stood in front of him, a worried expression adorning their face. “Promise me that you won’t do anything to her, she isn’t worth your time or mine. What is, is going forward and leaving the past behind, okay?”

Fuck, they had him there. He was the one who wanted to help them after all, how could he do that by sinking down and doing exactly what was done to them to her? As much as he wanted to tell them that they were wrong, that they would feel better with her off this earth, he couldn’t. Instead, he wrapped his large arms around them and engulfed them into his frame, whispering quietly into their ear as he held them close, “I’ll never let anything hurt you again. Ever. I promise you.”

Kiyosumi Katou: 

This man understands being twitchy, not liking being touched too much unless initiated and would respect that the moment he noticed that was the way that they were, and would have no complaints. 

Until they started acting that way around him in private. They should know that he would never lay a hand on them, and gets slightly insulted that they didn’t register that. 

That is, until they explain that it’s something that they’ve always struggled with due to their high levels of anxiety and that they’d spent years living in an unpredictable environment where they didn’t know if someone was going to start throwing punches or not, unable to defend themselves or fight back.

This took a moment to sink in for Katou, not sure how to react or if they were telling him the truth but then he remembers that they’ve never lied to him in the past and this was something incredibly serious, so why would they do that, right? (Tell me you have trust issues without telling me you have trust issues)

However, the moment that it did fully get through that thick skull of his, he is engulfing his S/O in tight hugs and not saying a word, allowing his actions to speak louder than his words for once in his life, knowing that nothing he could say in that moment would make the pain that they’d gone through go away, and it was insulting to try.

Holding them for the remainder of the night, he wouldn’t want them out of his sight for longer than a few moments to go to the bathroom or get food while they sat on the couch and watched whatever it was that they wanted, because they trusted him enough to be vulnerable and express a part of themselves that they didn’t trust many with, so anything they wanted right now, they were going to get.

From that day forward would take it upon himself to ask how his S/O was doing during the day, if he could do anything to help them feel less anxious or stressed whenever he could tell that they were having a bad day. Most would assume that because of his cunning and brutal nature that Katou wouldn’t be very smart, and IQ wise they’d probably be right, however, when it comes to emotional intelligence, he’s pretty spot on.

Keeps his S/O close wherever they go, his arm is permanently wrapped around their shoulder while they walk down the side walk or standing in line, his expression that of ‘I wil break your neck if you come near them with any bad intentions and I’m not afraid of jail.’

Hector Doyle:

Doyle isn’t one to show much emotion, on his expression or in his words, but he is incredibly observant, and takes in far more information than the average person would in a simple situation, so the moment he saw his S/O flinch their shoulder away from a friend appearing suddenly beside them, he took note of it and began to analyze. 

Had that friend done something to upset them in the past that made them uncomfortable? Had they smelled bad and his S/O didn’t want to be rude by telling them? Several different things went through his mind based on that small interaction, and by the next time it happened with a different person, that it wasn’t anything to do with anyone else, it was you.

Now, the question is, what was causing his S/O to act the way that they had been? Obviously it was something that had been doing for a reason, and it seemed to stem from people either touching them or showing up without their knowledge, or swift movements by those around them. Could they have dealt with prior abuse? The mere thought made Doyle’s blood boil, but he didn’t want to jump to any conclusions without solid evidence or confirmation from them.

He’d bring up the topic while they’re laying in bed late at night one of the rare one’s he’s in heading to sleep the same time as them, given he’s a night owl and prefers the silence of night time and how few people were out, but he’s willing to sacrifice one night to get the answers that have been nagging at the back of his mind to get confirmation for.

“You seem to freak out at the smallest things, like someone moving their hand too fast near you, or touching you when you didn’t see it coming, even when it’s a friend or myself, what’s the deal?” Boy, he could not word that much worse if he had tried, and the reaction he got to such a topic being brought up in that way was to be expected; hostility.

“So, you’ve been sitting here observing me like I’m a lab rat in some experiment?” “What’s wrong with that?” A lot of things, and they made sure he knew it before deciding to give him the answers he’d been wanting to know so badly. It took them a while to find the right words, starting and stopping themselves several times but Doyle sat in silence, watching quietly as he waited patiently for them. He wouldn’t rush them, he’d already been an asshole with his approach.

After a long while of silence on both ends, they explained to him about how their grandmother had dementia while they were growing up and how she lived with them since her parents didn’t want to send her to a home, and while she was mentally deteriorating, she would get violent and throw things or blows, hitting his S/O several times in the head or body when they weren’t paying attention or fast enough, and so it’s become a reflexive habit. 

It wasn’t as bad as he had thought, but still, the mental scars it seemed to take on his S/O were just as bad as real ones in his opinion, so he would start to make it a habit of keeping an eye on their surroundings and stopping anyone from startling his S/O before they had a chance, doing little things like moving slower or announcing his presence; would 100% deny it if his S/O brought it up. He might be a jerk who loves a good fight, but not with his S/O.

#baki the grappler #baki headcanons #baki hanma #jack hanma #katsumi orochi #kiyosumi katou #hector doyle #kaoru hanayama #kaioh retsu #trigger warning #tw

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Animedia October 2021 Issue Obey Me translation SHOWING YOU THE HALLOWEEN DREAM

[PLEASE DO NOT SCREENSHOT / REPOST]

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Animedia October 2021 Issue Obey Me translation feat. Lucifer, Asmodeus

(On Sale Sep 2021)

The Black-Hearted(Bitter) Vampire and the Narcissistic(Sweet) Werewolf: Which treat would you choose?

① What do you think is your 'sweet' point?

② Tell us about your 'treats'!

③ How do you say "Trick or Treat" in your own way?

ASMODEUS

① Of course, it's my existence by itself ❤❤❤

② Yesterday I went to Devil Salon and enjoyed the "Super Beauty Muddy Course"! Of course, it's both for the face and the body! I'm already beautiful, but I look even more luscious and plump now❤. It's quite a treat for you too, don't you think?

③ Trick and treat! Because I want both sweets and pranks from you ♡ Halloween in the human world is the best time to get delicious sweets and cute mischiefs! Of course, if you also say something to me, I'll return the favour with lots of love ♪

LUCIFER

① I think I'm being too easy on my brothers. I don't mean to let them do whatever they want, but they're still family. So in the end I spoiled them. However, some idiot who decorated tapestries of Sucre Frenzy all around the House of Lamentation, claiming to be for advertising purposes, should be given a harsh punishment.

② Luke was very excited to make angel Gugelhupf with all his effort. It's a baked pastry in the shape of an angel's wings, with raspberries from the forest of the Celestial Realm as a topping. Simeon used to make it all the time, so he must have learned the recipe from him. ...That brings back memories. It was very delicious, so I look forward to it.

③ Entertain me. If you can't... you know what's coming, right?

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Ain't afraid of no spooks and pranks!? FEAR LEVEL ANALYSIS By Lucifer & Asmodeus

LUCIFER: Whether you are scared or not, and whether you show it on the outside or not... Hmm...

ASMODEUS: Mammon is here, right?

LUCIFER: He's been off the chart from the start. Well, I can't argue with that.

ASMODEUS: Mammon's always saying things like, "I ain't afraid of nothin'!" while clinging the human behind their back. By the way, you should be here, right Lucifer?

LUCIFER: Hey. Am I off the chart too?

ASMODEUS: Because you don't get scared and you don't show it.

LUCIFER: You're in here.

ASMODEUS: What? I'm here?

LUCIFER: You're not always feeling as scared as you seem, are you?

ASMODEUS: Well, yeah. Because I'm so cute when I'm scared, aren't I? ♡

LUCIFER: Belphie is around here.

ASMODEUS: Hey! Show a little more reaction! ... I mean, won't Belphie feel a little more scared?

LUCIFER: He told me that he had a scary dream the other day and the human was comforting him.

ASMODEUS: I see. He's always acting like the youngest and getting spoiled.

LUCIFER: Satan is probably around here. Aside from anger, he is good at hiding his emotions.

ASMODEUS: Indeed! So is Beel around here?

LUCIFER: When he saw the empty refrigerator, he had a look of horror on his face, like he'd seen the end of the world.

ASMODEUS: Ahaha! So such a thing happened? I'll just pull him over a little closer here. Levi's a bit of a coward, so maybe this area suits him.

LUCIFER: That guy's too loud. He's even higher.

ASMODEUS: Like this?

LUCIFER: Yeah. We're done here.

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HALLOWEEN DREAM CROSS TALK LUCIFER x ASMODEUS

Q: Tell us what kind of costumes will fit the other brothers.

ASMODEUS: It's got to be that costume for Levi. That Ruri-chan.

LUCIFER: ............Yeah.

ASMODEUS: Will a detective look fit Satan?

LUCIFER: Don't. He'll want to turn everything into a murder case. If it's Mammon, he might as well become a pirate.

ASMODEUS: You're right! A wild person suits a wild look! Belphie will fit as a witch. Paired with a wide-brimmed pointy hat and a broom! How about Frankenstein's Monster for Beel?

LUCIFER: I do think it looks good on him, but I have a better idea.

ASMODEUS: What~ is it?

LUCIFER: It's a hamburger. He said he wanted to try it the other day.

ASMODEUS: I can't put a finger on how I feel about this...

Q:What is the most unforgettable "prank" you have ever been involved in?

LUCIFER: The worst one is that the package and contents of the cursed records I have in my collection were switched around.

ASMODEUS: The Anti-Lucifer League is on a roll!

LUCIFER: Nothing good happens when Satan and Belphie team up.

ASMODEUS: For me, it was that time I ordered the super-special deluxe pancakes for phototaking and uploading onto Devilgram, but Beel ate them before I could take a picture! I had to place a reservation for it and it was very hard to get one!

LUCIFER: ...Was that supposed to be a prank?

#obey me #obey me jp #おべいみー #obey me asmodeus #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #Animedia #translations #translation #saori k translations

[romeoandjulietyouwish]

Ayo ayo fic prompt if you’re accepting! Cassandra doesn’t want to bother percy and vex after vesper is born and she ends up hiding an injury/illness <3

this is in my stars have names au but all you need to understand it is that cassandra is 15

There's an ache in Cassandra's chest, one of unimaginable loneliness. It's stupid, she tells herself, Percy and Vex are just across the hall. For fuck's sake, Vex gave birth to a baby not even three weeks ago and Cassandra is wallowing in feeling abandoned. It's ridiculous. She’s ridiculous.

But on the other hand, she's sick, sick enough to be stuck in bed. And all she wants is Vex and Percy to keep her company and take care of her. But they have to be with each other and their baby, so Cassandra is alone in her bedroom, curled on her side trying her very best not to cry. She almost succeeds.

Around two in the afternoon, Cassandra forces herself to leave her room to get something to eat. On the way downstairs, she hears Percy and Vex cooing at Vesper through the door. And she pretends she's not jealous. Vesper is a baby for gods’ sake, she’s not even a month older and Cassandra is jealous. 

It's shame, that's the feeling that makes Cassandra sneak around the house, making sure she doesn't draw their attention. They don’t need to worry about her, she doesn’t need them, she tells herself. She spent five years with cruel people, people who only cared about her when it was convenient. And now after mere months of Percy and Vex she wants attention so badly. It's awful. It’s pathetic. 

Cassandra tells herself as much as she shuts herself back in her bedroom and hides under her covers. She ignores the tears that run down her face and the ache in her chest, counting both as symptoms of her illness. 

She doesn’t know how long she stays in the cocoon, sometimes crying, sometimes coughing and trying desperately to keep it quiet. At some point, in the hallway and then there's a light knock on her bedroom door. She freezes, a mix of terror and hope coursing through her. As a result, she remains silent.

The knock comes again, "Cass?" Her brother asks through the door. "If you don't answer, I'm coming in." She says nothing, they agreed after a scare a while back that there’s one question she always has to answer if she’s able to. Are you alive? Other than that, Percy and Vex gave her permission to ignore them to her heart’s content. Not that she usually would but she’s using it now. And her door opens slowly. With her head under the covers, she can't see Percy. But she hears him sigh and walk over towards her bed.

The bed dips as he sits down on the edge of it. "Cassandra?" Percy asks her gently, almost like he’s trying to coax out a spooked animal. "Why are you hiding? Did something scare you?"

She wishes something had, then there'd be a reason for her acting like a child. He’d have sympathy for her if it had. With great effort, she pulls herself out from the blankets, sitting cross legged on the bed, not looking at her brother. 

"I'm fine," she tells him. But her wavering voice and the scratchiness of her throat give her away.

"You're sick," Percy deduces easily. He presses a hand to her forehead and Cassandra can't stop herself from leaning into the touch. "It doesn't seem like you have a fever, or at least not a bad one." Cassandra nods and she lifts her eyes to meet Percy's. His gaze instantly softens. Cassandra knows she must look awful with her runny nose, flushed cheeks, and puffy, red eyes. "How long have you been feeling sick?"

Cassandra shrugs and swallows thickly. She draws her knees to her chest, "Seriously, it's fine, Percy, go be with Vex and Vesper."

Percy chuckles. "Vex kicked me out of the room, said I was being too overbearing. So I figured I'd come see you."

And if that isn't the very crux of the problem? He's only here because he has nowhere else to be. It makes sense, she's his baby sister who betrayed him for years, why would she take any precedent over his baby and his wife? She should have left when Percy offered, go to school in Emon. She wouldn't drag them down then, she wouldn't be so achingly alone. She wouldn’t know what she was missing.

this got so long so finish reading on ao3!

#my fic #cassandra de rolo #percival de rolo #critical role #vox machina #critical role fic #vox machina fic

[bellakitse]

The 'B' Word

“I’m crazy about you,” TK blurts out, stepping out of his hold to pace. “I didn’t plan it. I didn’t see it coming. You were just supposed to be this cool guy I had good chemistry and good sex with, someone I would be friends with and share a bed with on occasion."

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Carlos and TK run into Carlos’ three sisters on the street and decide to have dinner with them. Over the course of the meal, their friends with benefits relationship changes.

Written for @911lonestarweek - Day 1: Romance/“You are the only one for me.”/Fluff

Carlos holds the door for TK to walk through, trying to keep his grin at bay in the face of TK’s epic pout. He’d suggested a night of putt-putt, thinking it would be a friendly and easygoing activity they could enjoy as they try to put more emphasis on the friends part of their unconventional relationship. It was supposed to be a casual night out. However, Carlos didn’t anticipate that TK would be horrible at the game or be such a lovable sore loser.

“You cheated,” TK accuses him, the scowl on his handsome face cuter than it has any right to be. Carlos swallows back a sigh at the thought. It’s moments like this that show him how truly head over heels he is for the man before him.

He pushes that thought down too.

TK has made it more than clear he’s not ready for more than what they are right now – friends who enjoy each other’s company in and out of the bedroom.

He tells himself how he always does when these thoughts start to creep in that it’s enough for now. He gets to spend time with TK; he gets to touch him, hear the soft sounds he makes when they’re together, he gets his smiles.

So what if they don’t have a label?

Having some parts of TK Strand, Carlos has quickly learned, is infinitely better than not having him at all.

“At putt-putt?” he questions with an amused grin pushing away his less than pleasant thoughts. “You think I cheated at putt-putt?”

“Yes,” TK shoots back, his expression set in a childish frown, causing Carlos’ grin to grow.

“How exactly?” he questions, outright smirking when TK stalls, his pout growing as he can’t come up with anything.

“You distracted me with your you-ness,” TK finally answers, waving a hand in his direction as if it explains everything.

Carlos feels his face go warm, but it doesn’t stop him from feeling incredibly smug too. He reaches out, slipping a finger through one of the loops of TK’s jeans, pleased when TK comes into his space easily, his arms going around Carlos’ neck as he holds him close.

“That’s an interesting way to say you think I’m hot, sweetheart,” he murmurs teasingly as he presses his nose against TK’s temple.

“You already know I think that,” TK scoffs at him, turning his head to kiss the corner of his mouth, his tongue peeking out in a tiny teasing lick. “Don’t pretend now.”

Carlos lets out a steadying breath as his body instantly reacts to TK’s goading. “I still like to hear it,” he answers with a playful pout of his own, happy when it makes TK chuckle.

TK brings his hands down, cupping Carlos’ face between them, using the leverage to close the tiny height difference between them as he brushes his lips against his. “Needy,” he whispers, the word spoken against Carlos’ mouth causing him to let out a moan, proving TK’s point.

“Let’s go back to my place,” he whispers back, his hands giving TK’s hips a suggestive squeeze.

TK laughs softly as he shakes his head. “You promised me dinner.”

“I’ll make us something when we get there,” he promises now, groaning when TK shakes his head again.

“You and I both know – if we get behind closed doors, we’re not eating anything but each other, Reyes,” TK tells him, smirking shamelessly when he gasps at his words. “I want real food first.”

“Fine,” he grumbles, willing down the blush on his face and the arousal coursing through him at the mental image TK’s words have provoked.

TK goes to take a step away from him, ready to start walking on their quest to find some food, but Carlos holds on to him, grinning back at him when it makes TK raise a brow in question. He doesn’t answer with words; instead, he cups TK’s face like he’d done to him, swallowing the small gasp he lets out with his lips.

He kisses TK thoroughly, taking his time as he feels TK’s body go lax against his, kissing him back lazily, pressing his tongue against the back of Carlos’ teeth in a way that makes his toes curl from the butterflies he feels in his stomach.

Carlos could get lost in the act of kissing TK Strand and often does, like now, which is probably why he doesn’t realize people have walked up to them until there is a loud and obvious clearing of someone’s throat startling the two of them.

“What – “ TK starts to say, sounding dazed, and Carlos would take a moment to be proud of that if it wasn’t for the horror he’s experiencing in the face of his three older sisters standing before them, grinning like deranged clowns.

“Well, well, well,” Lola starts, like the rabble-rouser she is, her grin looking painful from how big it is. “Look who we have here being all indecent in public? Isn’t there laws against practically having sex in public spaces, Officer Reyes?”

“Would he have to arrest himself?” Valentina asks ironically – the oldest but by no means the most mature – piling on with a smirk of her own.

Sofía, the second oldest and usually the quietest, smiles softly at him, almost sympathetic if it wasn’t for the laughing glint in her eyes. “How much do you wish the ground would swallow you up right now, manito?”

“Very much so,” he grits out with a tight smile as their enjoyment of the situation grows. He feels TK’s body shift next to him a second before his hand touches Carlos’, linking their pinkies together. He turns his head, surprised at the gesture, and finds TK looking a little lost but supportive of him. It loosens something in his stomach, and as TK gives him a half-smile, Carlos is helpless but to return it. “TK, these are my sisters, Valentina, Sofía, and Lola,” he says, pointing at each of them in turn, getting a wave back from all three. “Girls, this is TK,” he continues, not adding anything else though he can see the curiosity in his sisters’ eyes. “Anyway, we were going to go grab a bite to eat, so – “

“What a coincidence, so are we!” Lola exclaims happily, her brown eyes twinkling, and Carlos shakes his head, already seeing where she’s going with this.

“We should all get a bite together,” Valetina continues, and Carlos has to stifle the groan that is dying to come out at the tag-teaming happening before him.

“We barely get to see you, hermanito,” Sofía adds on with a sad face that fools no one.

“We saw each other two weeks ago at Mami’s for Sunday lunch,” he points out, rolling his eyes when the three of them shrug their shoulders in unison.

“Way too long, bro,” Lola answers, getting a nod from their other two sisters. “And we’re obviously not sharing enough if none of us knew you have a boyfri – “

“Okay!” Carlos interrupts before she can finish the dreaded ‘B’ word. The last thing he needs is his meddling sisters spooking TK with that title. He looks at him with an apologetic look on his face, hoping he understands. “Do you mind if they join us?”

TK looks at him for a moment and then at his sisters, a sly grin making its way onto his face that fills Carlos with dread. “That depends,” he starts, raising an eyebrow at the girls. “How many ‘baby Carlos’ stories can I get out of this meal?”

Carlos lets out that groan he’s been holding back as his older sisters all smile at TK like he’s a new shiny toy.

Being the boldest one of his sisters, Lola steps towards TK, slipping her arm through his. “All the stories you want, my dude. Let’s start with the one where Carlos would play Selena’s ‘bidi bidi bom bom’ on repeat and do her spins in the living room until one time he almost threw up on the carpet from twirling so much,” she recounts, throwing a grin at him over her shoulder as she and TK start walking ahead.

Carlos closes his eyes for a moment, opening them again when he hears snickering at his side. He glares at Valentina and Sofía and their matching grins.

“We better catch up to them before she tells him that you can’t get through a single Disney or Pixar movie without crying like a baby, and that’s why you don’t watch them in the theater anymore,” Valentina warns him, laughing at him when his eyes widen.

He doesn’t move for a moment, letting them pass before him. TK throws a look back at him, half-worried but also gleeful as Lola says God only knows what in his ear, and Carlos can’t help the mixture of apprehension and tentative joy he feels at his worlds colliding.

“Keep up, manito, before we steal your boy away,” Lola shouts out, already crossing the street with TK still wrapped around her arm.

“Shit,” Carlos swears low before rushing to catch up.

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 They end up at some hipster tapas restaurant. It’s not his usual style, but his sisters and TK seem to like it as they all pick from the multiple small plates at their large table. The girls each have a wine glass in their hands and blessedly don’t blink an eye when TK says he doesn’t drink and orders an ice tea.

He sits next to TK, with his sisters on the other side of the table, watching the two of them like they’re putting on a show for their enjoyment. He glares at them, hoping they’ll cut it out, but they seem to just find his scowls enjoyable – ignoring him in favor of focusing on TK.

“So TK, how did you and our little brother meet?” Valentina asks, starting off the inquisition.

TK pauses mid-reach for the papas bravas at her question before grabbing the dish and scooping some onto his plate for him, giving him a smile when he says thank you. “Um, we met on a call,” he starts to say, taking the plate of garlic shrimp he offers him in return. “I’m a firefighter; we were answering a call to a car accident, and Carlos was the leading officer on the scene.”

“Ohh, a firefighter, nice,” Lola says, throwing him a teasing look. Carlos is grateful for it as it makes TK laugh, and he misses the pointed look his other sisters give him at the way he and TK interact so easily.

He knows they are dying to ask.

“How did you snag such a hottie, Carlitos?” Lola continues, turning her teasing towards him.

Carlos rolls his eyes; used to his sister’s good-natured ribbing, he opens his mouth to mess with her, only for TK to let out a snort.

“Well, first, look at him,” TK answers for him, turning to look at him with a teasing but soft look of his own, a sweet smile playing on his lips. “He’s gorgeous.”

Carlos feels his heart jump at the easy way TK compliments him, not shy in the least as it makes his sisters share another round of looks that this time TK catches.

“It seems to be a family trait. You’re all very beautiful,” he says to them with a charming smile that has Carlos groaning and laughing at once as it totally works on all three of them.

“Don’t butter them up,” he complains as he sees the twinkle in all their eyes. “They’re already insufferable all on their own. If you hype them up, they’ll just be impossible.”

“It’s not hype if it’s true,” Sofía says with a flick of her curly hair, getting a nod from Valentina and Lola.

“That’s right, wey,” Valentina continues, grinning at the face he makes at them. “Listen to your boyfriend; we’re beautiful.”

Carlos freezes at the word boyfriend, but TK just laughs with the girls, moving the conversation along as he asks more about Carlos’ childhood. He leans in, listening intently as the girls share embarrassing but honestly sweet stories about him. Each looking at him with the great love he knows they feel for him.

TK hangs on to every word, smiling softly over at him every few minutes as he files away information – like his love for anything custard and his intense fear of cicadas.

“One time when I was 15, this kid in the neighborhood was picking on me,” Valentina tells the story, sharing smiles with Lola and Sofía as they start to chuckle, remembering the moment.

“We were all playing outside, and he came over and started making fun of my glasses or clothes. I don’t even remember, but I was on the verge of tears when Carlos, who had been playing with his action figures on the porch, comes running and kicks him as hard as he can on the shins, surprising the kid. He tripped, and Carlos jumped on him, hitting him with his tiny fists, screaming at him not to be mean to his sister,” Valentina pauses, looking over at him fondly. “I’m eight years older than Carlos, he was only seven at the time, but he was still protecting me.”

“Awww,” TK gushes, looking over at him with a tender glint in his pretty green eyes. “That’s so sweet and so in character.”

Carlos feels himself blush at the focus of everyone around the table, fidgeting as they all grin at him. “I protect the people I care about,” he grumbles, embarrassed.

“I know,” TK answers softly, reaching out to take his hand. “Trust me, I know.”

Carlos stares at TK feeling a shift in the air, his silly heart giving a flip as hope starts to sneak its way inside it.

“What else?” TK questions, turning back towards his sisters but not letting go of his hand.

The girls share another look between them, and Carlos can only guess what they’re thinking before they jump into more stories.

The rest of the night passes in a blur of laughter and childhood anecdotes, and before Carlos knows it, they’re settling up the bill and walking out of the restaurant. They linger outside for a moment before, one by one, the girls hug TK first, telling him he needs to come to the next Reyes’ lunch and that their mother is going to fall in love with him. TK smiles through it, not making any promises other than checking his schedule with him. He forks over his phone easily when Lola asks to add him to WhatsApp with the promise of baby pictures of him, and Carlos just knows she’ll add TK to a group chat before the end of the night.

They turn to hug him, tight and warm as always, each whispering in his ear how much they like TK and how happy they are that he’s found someone who makes him smile the way he’s smiling. He hugs them back, all the while looking at TK over their shoulders, wondering what’s just happened in the course of the night.

He hails them a cab and reminds them to text him when they each get back to their homes, getting fond rolls of their eyes as they promise before getting into the cab, leaving him and TK alone with this sudden shift in their relationship.

Neither says anything for a moment, each knowing one of them needs to start.

“So,” he begins, biting the bullet. “I guess we should talk about tonight because I don’t know if you realize this, but my sisters just left with the impression we’re in a serious relationship, and that means I will have at least a dozen texts by morning from my mother.”

“Sure,” TK says, nodding quickly, nervous energy pouring out of him. “But first –“

TK takes a step into his space, and then another until his chest is pressed against his, and Carlos instinctively puts his hands on TK’s slim waist seconds before TK covers his mouth with his, in a hungry, almost desperate kiss. Carlos matches his energy, pouring all the love and longing coursing through him, claiming TK’s mouth the same way TK has claimed his heart.

He holds him so close he’s sure TK can feel the way his heart is pounding against his own.

“TK – “ he gasps out, his skin tingling at every point of contact. “What – “

“I’m crazy about you,” TK blurts out, stepping out of his hold to pace. “I didn’t plan it. I didn’t see it coming. You were just supposed to be this cool guy I had good chemistry and good sex with, someone I would be friends with and share a bed with on occasion. This was supposed to be simple. But every day, I fall for you a little bit more and more with your kindness, your patience, the way you make me laugh and smile even when I don’t want to.”

He runs a hand through his hair, causing it to stick up, looking adorable even as his eyes have gone wild. “You weren’t the plan. You came into my life when I was at my worst, and for some reason, you still wanted to be around me, offering me the best of you, and I have been trying to ignore it because I thought it was too soon after my break-up or because deep down, I think you deserve better than me.”

“There is no one better than you,” he interrupts, needing TK to understand that once and for all. “You’re not perfect, TK, I know that,” he says, holding up a hand when TK goes to argue. “But there is no one better – you are the only one for me.”

TK lets out a gasp at his words, finally not moving about, coming to a stop, and Carlos takes the chance to touch him again, bringing him in closer as he cups his face, tilting it up to him.

“Your sisters looked at me tonight as someone worthy of you,” he whispers, his eyes going glassy. “I so want to be that. I want to be worthy of your love.”

Carlos smiles, feeling everything inside him melt for the man in his arms. “Oh, baby,” he whispers softly, leaning in to kiss his forehead, his eyelids, cheeks, and the tip of his nose before he brushes his lips against TK’s.  He pulls him into a hug when he feels him tremble. “Don’t you get it? You already are.”

“Carlos – “ TK gasps something like a sob into his neck.

He pulls him back, making sure he’s looking at him before he finally says the words he’s been holding in for so long. “I’m in love with you, TK.”

TK lets out a wet laugh, nodding rapidly as he grasps his shoulders. “I’m in love with you too,” he answers, smiling brightly, matching Carlos’ own smile.

The kiss they share is salty from their mixed tears but perfect.

Breaking the kiss, they press their foreheads together, basking in the moment and the change in their relationship. Carlos doesn’t think he’s ever been happier, but after a moment, he finds himself letting out a groan as a realization creeps in.

“What is it?” TK questions him curiously.

“I just realized that if my sisters learn we weren’t official before we ran into them and that dinner with them helped in any way – I’m never going to hear the end of their mocking,” he answers, blinking in surprise when TK lets out a chuckle that quickly turns into a deep belly laugh. It only grows as Carlos pouts at him in return.

“Not even five minutes of being boyfriends, and you’re laughing at my pain,” he says, trying to keep from smiling but being unable to do so at the use of the ‘B’ word and the way TK lights up at it. “You’re lucky I love you.”

TK sobers at his words, the laughter dying out but the loving smile staying in place. “I am so lucky,” he says softly, taking his hand.

Carlos intertwines their fingers, bringing their hand up to his lips, laying a kiss over TK’s knuckles. “I’m lucky too.”

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Should've just asked - Part 2 - Oscar Diaz

One week, seven days, 168 hours, 10080 minutes, 604800 seconds, since he fucked everything up with y/n. Threw it all away because his own insecurities got the better off him, all because he didn't just ask.

He hadn't seen sad eyes since that day either, leaving him alone to stew in his own bubble of self pity. He hadn't left his home since that day, instead opting to send Cesar to the store when something was needed or delegating his Santo's jobs to other members. The bags that y/n and Sad eyes had left behind in the mall sitting against the wall opposite him, mocking him with their bright colours and smiling logos, he'd looked through them as soon as he'd gotten home, each one filled with balloons, banners, anything you would need to through a birthday, even a badge that read 'birthday king' in big bold letters.

Today was his birthday, his 26th, a day where he should've been out in the yard celebrating with one of his famous Santo's parties with the love of his life by his side but instead he was sat in an empty house, bar his younger brother, wallowing in a pit of self pity.

"You still sulking?" Cesar asked as he watched his brother stare at the blank space by his feet, interrupting his pity party.

"Fuck off." He muttered, reaching for the half smoked joint that had been abandoned in the ashtray an hour ago.

"It's been a week Oscar, you can't sit around moping all the time, yeah you fucked up, I get it, but sitting here isn't helping anything." Cesar sighed, this past week he'd seen a side of his older brother that he couldn't remember seeing before, sad and bitchy Spooky was not a pretty sight.

"You don't get shit." Oscar sighed as he lit his joint, breathing in the smoke before exhaling slowly. "I fucked up the best thing to ever happen to me, to us, I lost mi amor Cesar." He mumbled, his eyes filling with tears that he rapidly tried to blink back.

"I know, I know I've never had anything like what you and y/n have, how about we go to the mall? I need some new trainers for school." Cesar asked, watching Oscars face carefully.

"Can't you take your little groupie with you?" Oscar muttered, stubbing out his joint in the ashtray before leaning back and covering his eyes with his arm.

"Please Oscar, it'll help get your mind of shit." Cesar tried again, desperate to get Oscar out of the house and the hole he was currently wallowing in.

"Fine." He sighed, pulling himself up and heading towards the door, missing Cesar pull out his phone and send a quick text.

He's out.

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Just down the street y/n grinned as her phone dinged, the text she'd been waiting for finally coming through.

"Hey Sad eyes!" She called into the spare room where he had been staying for the last week, opting to stay and comfort the upset girl rather than spending nights in his own bed.

"What's up?" He asked as he opened the door, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

"Were you seriously sleeping at 2 in the afternoon?" She asked with an amused smile. "Anyway, Cesar's managed to get Oscar out the house so I'm heading over there now, you coming?" She asked with a smile, excited yet nervous at the thought of seeing Oscar again.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm coming, just give me two minutes." The man grumbled before going back into the room.

Yes, y/n was still pissed about how Oscar had acted a week ago, calling her out for being a cheat in the middle of the mall after doing nothing more than planning his birthday. But at the same time the last week had been hell, she'd received multiple texts and missed calls from Oscar, all apologising for that day, for making a fool out of all three of them. No matter how badly he had embarrassed her that day he was still the only thing in her heart, the love of her life and she was determined not to throw it all away, they had fixed every other problem that had arose in their relationship and they was going to fix this too. Which is why her and Sad eyes were currently on their way to the Diaz household, ready to throw him the most surprising surprise party there ever was.

"Alright, you start to put the food out and I'll get started with the decorations." Y/n smiled as she went over to the bags sat against the wall, the same ones that her and Sad eyes had gotten at the mall. "I'm surprised he didn't throw this out." She mused, digging through the bags to find the balloons.

"I've told you, the guys borderline obsessed with you." Sad eyes laughed from the kitchen.

An hour later and everything was set up, banners covered the walls, balloons floated through the house and yard alike while the food and drinks tables looked immaculate, thanks to Ruby's help.

Everything was in full swing, music blasting, drinks in people's hands as she received yet another text that she was waiting for.

2 minutes out.

"Alright! Everyone be quiet, he's just coming!" Y/n yelled, the music being cut and the loud laughter turning to hushed murmurs as her nerves grew knowing Oscar was just about to walk through the doors.

The loud slamming of the front door caught everyone's attention as they stood anxiously waiting for the Santos leader, the faint 'what the fuck is this?' Making her chuckle only being able to imagine how confused Oscar must have looked right then.

"Surprise!" Everyone cheered as Oscar and Cesar appeared at the back door, Cesar sporting a grin as Oscars wide eyes roamed the crowd before landing on y/n.

"You did this?" He asked quietly, not yet making a move as his mind tried to decide whether this was real, if she really was stood right in front of him.

"Well." She smiled bashfully. "I had some help." She shrugged as Sad Eyes came from round the corner with two coronas in his hands.

"Happy birthday Spooky." He smiled, holding a bottle out for Oscar to take, smiling and clinking their bottles together once Oscar took one.

"Aye, listen man, I'm, uh, I'm sorry about hitting you, the other day." Oscar sighed, feeling weird having to apologise for punching someone who was basically his brother.

"No worries Spook." Sad eyes chuckled patting his brother on the shoulder. "Now go get your girl." He smirked, nodding towards y/n who was stood a few feet away talking to Cesar and Jamal.

"Hey, uh, can we talk?" Oscar asked walking up to her and rubbing the back of his neck from the nerves.

"Yeah, sure." She smiled, feeling her heart beating through her chest as she looked up into his eyes.

They were both stood staring at each other before Cesar clearing his throat pulled them out of whatever trance they were in.

"Hey Jamal how about we go find Ruby?" Cesar asked, raising his eyebrows at Jamal who just didn't seem to get the hint.

"What? Why? We see him all the time." The young boy shrugged, oblivious to the scowls he was receiving from the Diaz brothers and the amused look from y/n.

"Beat it." Oscar deadpanned, smirking as Jamal quickly turned and walked away leaving Cesar to follow with a chuckle.

"Was there any need for that?" Y/n giggled as she turned back to Oscar, looking up at him with an amused glint in her eye.

"Kid doesn't know when to take a hint." Oscar shrugged, not seeing the issue in how he spoke to Jamal in the slightest.

"Yeah well, he is Jamal." Y/n shrugged with a laugh. "Anyway, what was it you wanted to say?" She asked remembering why the Santo had come to her in the first place.

"I uh, I just wanted to say I'm sorry, ya know, for blowing up on you the other day, I know how stupid I was being and I called you out for bullshit you didn't even do." Oscar sighed, his hand that wasn't holding his beer clenching and unclenching at his side as he tried to find the right words. "Just uh, just the thought that you were out with some other cabrón made me see red, I didn't even think to ask, I just wanted to punch whoever it was in the face." He spoke quietly, y/n only just hearing him over the music that had started up again.

"Oscar, you're right, it was stupid." She snorted making Oscars heart drop his eyes going straight to the floor, it was too late. "But." She started, making his eyes flick back up to her immediately. "But I love you Oscar Diaz, I love you so fucking much that this last week has been killing me. I don't know what to do when I'm not with you Oscar, and I don't ever want to have to do that again." She sighed, a lone tear a sliding down her cheek which he quickly reached up to wipe away.

"I love you too mi amor, I know I get jealous and over protective but that's only because I don't want any one taking you away from me, not now, not ever." He mumbled shaking his head slightly before putting his bottle down on the nearest table.

"I know, baby, I know." Y/n smiled, reaching up taking his face in her hands, thumbs rubbing along his jawline gently. "You know if the roles were reversed I would've done much more to any hyna I thought was coming for you." She giggled, already having thrown hands with one before.

"Trust me, I remember, that shit was hot." Oscar chuckled, wrapping his arms around her waist as hers slid from his face to going around his neck, opting to rub the bottom of his neck rather than jaw line.

"Now what?" Y/n asked, her eyes flickering between his.

"What do you want?" Oscar asked quietly, not wanting to push her into anything that she didn't want.

"What do I want? I want you Oscar Diaz, I want you everyday for the rest of my life, jealousy and temper included." She laughed as he rolled his eyes sarcastically.

"Good." Oscar smirked down at her. "Because I ain't never letting you go." He whispered, pulling her towards him, leaning down and planting his lips on hers for the first time in a week.

"I love you Oscar." She mumbled happily, resting her head on his chest as his arms wrapped around her back.

"I love you too mi amor." He smiled, placing a kiss on her forehead and squeezing her tight.

"Also, watching you punch sad eyes in the face really turned me on." She mumbled with a laugh as she felt Oscar tense slightly.

"Is that right?" He chuckled, looking down at her. "Well it's been a week, we best take care of that." He laughed before pulling away and lifting her over his shoulder before heading into the house landing a swift smack to her backside.

"Woo! Spookys gunna get some!" Was heard as he carried her through to the bedroom, both of them laughing as he threw her onto the bed.

"You're so perfect mi Reina." Oscar whispered leaning over her as he stroked a few stray hairs out of her face.

"If anyone's perfect here it's you." Y/n smiled letting her eyes wonder his beautiful features. "Just promise me something." She mumbled after placing a quick peck to his lips.

"Anything." He answered immediately, ready to give anything and everything to make her happy.

"Next time, just ask." She giggled as he rolled his eyes.

"Putá." He mumbled as he leaned down for a slow kiss.

"But you love me anyway." She whispered.

"Always mi amor."

One week without seeing each other.

Seven days without so much as a smile.

168 hours without a kiss.

10080 minutes without an 'I love you'.

604800 seconds without each other.

One surprise party to fix it all.

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