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Factory Made Guardian Angels: to keep this Blessed Kingdom Safe
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champagne problems - d.w
Paring; dean x reader
Prompt; 'Sometimes you just don't know the answer 'Til someone's on their knees and asks you."She would've made such a lovely bride. What a shame she's fucked in the head," they said'
Requested; @arcticwisteria
Notes; No the first time i heard this song I IMMEDIATELY thought of dean :( Also this is quite sad oop but I kinda flipped the prompt so its not the woman saying no but instead its the man it just fitted better in my head. requests are open!
Masterlist | Taylor Swift masterlist
The tension in the room was thick. The clock ticking seemed to echo throughout the room getting louder and louder with each passing minute as you both sat in silence. For the first time in your relationship, you had no idea what to say or do. You felt helpless as you sat at the kitchen table, your hands clenching and unclenching rhythmically. “So,” You lay your hands flat on the table looking up at the man sitting opposite you. “This is it? Three years down the drain.” You nodded. You couldn’t help the bitterness that seemed to lace into your tone as you spoke.
The realistic part of your brain knew that it wasn’t his fault. It wasn’t Dean’s fault that his childhood had messed him up so much that now as an adult he struggled with any relationship. You’d know what you were getting into when you’d first began this relationship. You’d known the baggage that came with loving Dean Winchester yet you’d pushed it away because you were so utterly in love with him.
Yet in this moment, you were wondering if you’d possibly made a mistake. If maybe you’d been so blinded with love that you’d overlooked one too many things.
“Are you gonna say anything?” You flatted your hands on the table looking up at him. Dean’s gaze was locked on the wall behind you. “Dean! Say something…please.” Your voice broke off slightly at the last word. Dean’s eyes finally moved to yours and for the first time, you noticed the way his eyes seemed to glisten slightly.
“I can’t marry you. I…I can’t” He sucked his bottom lip between his teeth before letting out an airy laugh. “I thought I could. I’ve thought about it for so long but…”
“But you can’t actually do it.” Your hands played with the small red box in your hands. You’d found it on accident a month ago. He’d hidden it in baby’s glove box and that’s where it had lay, slowly collecting dust for the past few months. “You bought the ring, but you can’t actually ask me.” You stared incredulously at him.
Placing the box beside you, you reached out to grasp one of his hands. “What if I asked you?”
Dean stared at you for a moment. His expression unreadable. “No. He spoke quietly his gaze locked on your hands. “What?” You felt your eyes widen slightly at his bluntness. Dean took a breath before his eyes moved from your hands to your face. He placed his hand over you. “No. I can’t marry you. I thought…I thought the answer was a yes. Sweetheart believe me I did.” He softened his gaze as he watched your eyes slowly begin to fill with tears of their own.
“So what changed.” Your voice wavered slightly as you spoke. You wanted nothing more at this moment than to kick and scream to your heart’s content. “I realised I am far from husband material. That’s what.” A frown pulled at his lips.
“How do you know that? You are a perfectly good boyfriend. If you weren’t I wouldn’t be sat here right now.” You swallowed trying to hold the tears which threatened to spill back. Dean let out a breath before slowly letting go of your hands. “Because I know I’m messed up alright. And I refuse to burden you with that. Being your boyfriend means you can walk away, I can let you go.” Dean rubbed a palm across his eyes, wiping away the tears which were slowly beginning to fall. “If we get married i can’t let you go.” He finished, his voice dropping to merely a whisper.
You sucked in a breath, feeling the damn behind your eyes slowly begin to break. “Letting me go?” You shook your head. “No. No, I am not walking away from you Dean. I’m not walking away from us.” You said firmly feeling your face dampen with your tears.
You watched with bated breath as the man opposite you slowly rose from his seat and moved beside you. “Your gonna find someone else. Someone else who's gonna love you and who’s gonna get down on one knee and make you so happy.” He placed a hand on your cheek. “You're gonna get that apple pie life I know you’ve always wanted. But I can’t be the one to give you that.”
His thumb slowly stroked your cheek as his eyes slowly travelled across your face almost as if he was mapping it out. “I’m sorry.” He whispered before leaning forward to press his lips to yours.
Your hand gripped the front of his shirt, pulling him impossibly closer. After a moment he pulled back. “I love you.” Dean smiled at you, tears slowly falling from his eyes as he stood from his seat.
It killed him inside to walk away but he knew he had to. He could never be what you needed and with him in your life, you would never find what you needed.
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Girl’s Night at The Burrow by Me ✨
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Pairings: George Weasley/reader (fem)
I wrote this when I was like 15 and originally posted it on wattpad, then ao3, and now this lovely platform.
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My favorite fanfic theme, TENSION ❤️❤️
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Shouts and laughs fill the air of the Weasley’s living room, except they’re all emitted from loud and rowdy boys that should really be in bed right now. The only reason they aren’t is because Arthur persuaded Molly into letting them stay up until midnight seeing as it is summer break and on summer break, the children should be having fun.
“Get ready for bed, boys!” Molly’s voice echoes through the house from the kitchen.
“What? No way! It’s an hour till midnight, mum.” Ron rejected.
“I know dear,” she returned to her calm motherly voice, “It’s just for tonight, pip pip.”
I was handed an excruciatingly hot mug from her which appeared to be cocoa. Bye bye finger prints, now I’m free from the law, I guess. Ginny pushed her seat back with a sigh to excuse herself.
“No, no, Ginny sit back down, you’re staying here. So are you, Y/N.”
Ginny and I exchanged perplexed glances at one another as we mentally analyzed the passing week to discover anything we might have done wrong that we would be in trouble for. Molly walked away to the kitchen, presumably to make another hot chocolate for Ginny or herself.
In her absence, I whispered to Ginny, “did you do anything bad??”
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“Nothing she knows about.” She whispered back, mirroring my clueless demeanor.
The second hot chocolate was placed on a coaster and slid to Ginny, who soon burnt her tongue.
“Now I know you’re wondering why I put everyone to bed”, a smug smirk appeared on her face and she placed her hand on her hips, “but it’s been ages since I’ve got to have a good girl talk and pampering. I brought a muggle face mask and- oh. Where do you suppose Hermione is at?”
“Did you tell her to stay down?” Ginny asked with an ice cube resting on her tongue.
“Oops.” Molly went to make yet another hot chocolate while I ran up to our room to find her, on the way being stopped in my tracks by George leaving the bathroom with nothing but a towel wrapped upon his waist and wet hair dripping water everywhere which Ron will probably step on later with socks by accident and throw a fit about. George is not the stoic and mysterious person he thinks he is, especially since the blushy tint of his cheeks was very obvious.
“Why have you not got any pajamas on yet?” He looked me up and down.
“Why’ve you not even got a shirt on?”
“Uh, well, do you like, wear your clothes in the shower or something?”
“Only when I’m feeling spontaneous.” With that sarcasm, I pushed past him in an attempt to hide the blush that I can definitely feel, and that he definitely noticed.
“MIONE!” I frantically knock on the door, internally withering away at the thought of George.
“BLIMEY, WHAT??” Her book falls to the floor when she reaches to hold her heart after being startled.
“Sorry. You’re not supposed to go to bed yet, we’re having a girls night.”
“Oh well okay”, she crawls out of bed, “wish I got the memo earlier, though”
She walks ahead of me with one of her blankets wrapped over her shoulders.
“Ah, good.” Molly waddles over to the table with more mugs and headbands are laid out already, along with a jar of bentonite clay. Hermione takes a seat and grabs the plush bunny headband.
“Y/N do you want the leopard print one or the bear one?” asks Ginny.
“Whatever one you don’t want”
She tosses me the leopard print one. “Damn.”
“If you wanted the bear one, you should have said so when I gave you the chance.” She rolls her eyes.
“No, no, the leopard print one is… nice.”
The hot chocolate is stubborn to cool off, but that’s never stopped me.
“So you fancy George?” Hermione is now applying the clay.
I nearly spat out my drink which would have been better than choking on it as I did. Ginny’s jaw dropped.
“I knew it!” Molly seems overjoyed as she slams her hands on the table.
“Hermione. I love you, but what the hell.”
She seems to be unconcerned- as if what relationship I could potentially have with George is clearly a matter of fact. How a scientist might discuss data.
“Sorry, isn’t that what you’re supposed to talk about at ‘girl time’?”
“Well… yeah, actually. I just wasn't expecting that in the slightest.”
“At least we know you wouldn’t be rejected.” Ginny says, also in a matter-of-fact tone while sipping her cocoa.
“Sorry?”
Molly is doing her best to withhold her glee, “Well it’s obvious, isn’t it?”
“What?”
“Oh come on! He never shuts up about you. Everybody knows about his crush on you.”
“Everybody except me, apparently???” I’m flabbergasted, “how do you know?”
“Oh, well I don’t know, maybe cause he shoves our stuff over to sit next to you, or cause he’s always staring at you, or cause he steals your stuff, or cause-”
“I think she gets it, mum.” Ginny interrupts.
“No, no, no keep going, keep going.”
“This is something I think is especially cute,” Molly scrunches her shoulders up, “when he knows you’re coming over, he cleans his room and puts on fresh clothes.”
“He does all the stuff in the book Y/N, honestly, come on” Ginny says.
Hermione adds, “And you eat it up, you just don’t know it.”
I put my face in my hands. “Hermione help me.”
“With what?”
“When I went up to get you I bumped into him after he got out of the shower and he was shirtless and I was a blushing mess and there’s no way he couldn’t have noticed.”
“Oh, so that’s what was wrong with you.”
“I don’t know what to do.”
“Flirt back.” Ginny shrugged.
“Easy for you to say.”
After Molly takes off her mask, she rips open a bag of what she calls “muggle chips” and pours them into a bowl so tackily decorated, you’d only find it in the china cabinet of a very old lady.
“Where’d you get all the muggle stuff?”
“Mostly Hermione, but the weird things laying around like this, uh…” she pokes at a pocket sized flashlight laid on the side table of the couch, “that’s Arthur.”
I get up and look out the window to see the surrounding field, filled with the chirps of crickets enjoying the summer air. Ginny follows. The moon hangs like a plate in the sky and stars are spattered in all directions around it.
“It’s the prettiest thing in the world”
“Not in George’s opinion.”
“Ginny, drop it!” I shot her a lightheartedly serious look and we went to sit back down.
Footsteps thumped down the stairs, and the room dropped to a dead silence. My back was to the rest of the house and I couldn’t see who approached, but given Ginny and Hermione’s wide-eyed stares into my soul and Molly covering her mouth with her hand, I could assume the worst. I heard water pour from the pitcher behind me.
“Pretty hopping party, huh?” George took a look around. “When I’m with my friends, I like to sit with my back perfectly straight in deafening silence too.”
“George, go to bed.” Molly was stern.
“But I wanna come to girls’ night.”
“You’re lacking some plumbing.” Ginny giggled.
“I can trash talk people just as well as you lot can.” He leaned onto my chair with his hand resting on my shoulder, still sipping water, “did you see Freddie’s outfit today, woof. As if we’re not dealing with enough right now.”
I folded over in my chair snickering. Unbeknownst to me, he looked at Ginny and mouthed a triumphant, “yes!” to her, delighted to make me laugh.
“Go!” Molly swatted him with a headband, which he dodged only with his hips and kept himself in the exact same spot.
“I keep telling him to stay away from yellows since they wash out his features, you know, but he never listens.
“George.”
“Alright, alright”
Once he had left, Hermione squealed, “That was so adorable!”
Ginny cheered, “Aww little Georgie’s in love.”
Again, with my face in my hands I gasped “Okay, you’re right, Mione.”
“About?”
“I like him. He makes my heart drop to my stomach when I see him. He has the cutest smile ever.”
“You should tell him!” Molly is ecstatic.
“Maybe. Maybe one day.”
Ginny raised her eyebrows, “If you put it off too long, then I’m going to tell him myself.”
“Yeah, yeah, whatever. I gotta pee, I’ll be right back.”
I abruptly left my seat and walked to the bathroom for a second alone to have a reality check. The hallway to the bathroom matches the scrappy but warm vibe of the house with hanging hand-knit tapestries adorning the wall and random shoes shoved to the corners of the floor.
“OH-” I let out a yelp.
“Shh” said George, who apparently was lingering around the corner the whole time.
“You nosy little-”
He cut me off with a kiss. His hands gripped on my cheeks and my hips. If I weren’t as stunned as I am, I might have noticed the warmth and smooth texture of his lips, or his strong frame holding me up, or even the cologne he wears just for me.
“You have a cute smile, too.”
“You’re pathetic, George.” I lay my head into his collarbones.
Into my ear, he whispers, “I love you”, then retreats back to his bedroom, blowing a kiss on the way.
“Good night.”
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Going Back
AO3 Link
Rating: M, mature, will be explicit in later chapters
Warnings: post Kamino destruction, guilt, anger
Notes: g/n reader, pov second person, present tense
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This is another one that happened on accident; I intended to just jot down a rough plot outline and now I’ve got two chapters, oops.
•This is entirely separate from Same Heart•
G/N Reader/ Crosshair
In the immediate aftermath of what happened at Kamino, you shut everyone out.
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The Marauder moves through hyperspace, on the way back from a small job for Cid. Despite everyone being awake, the ship is silent and the atmosphere inside is tense.
You’re sitting alone in your bunk, staring into space and barely moving. Echo comes partway through the door and cautiously asks if you’re alright. You flick your eyes at him long enough to see the concern on his face, but otherwise don’t acknowledge him. You’ve been like this with everyone lately; you seem to have sunken into yourself, only speaking if spoken to, and even then only during missions. A sliver of you feels guilty for shutting everyone out like this, but (aside from Omega) you’re too angry at them. You have plenty to say, but you don’t want to say it and risk fracturing the group even further. So, you stay quiet and keep yourself sequestered away.
Echo sighs softly, then turns around, leaving you alone.
He returns to the main area of the ship where he finds his three brothers and Omega looking over at him. He shakes his head with a somber expression. Tech says nothing and returns to the cockpit, quickly followed by Hunter. Wrecker, sitting in the jump seats with Omega, seems like he wants to say something, but remains silent. He glances between Echo and the bunks, a questioning look on his face.
“I don’t think you’ll get anything,” Echo says quietly. “But I won’t stop you.”
Wrecker appears to be having an intense internal debate. He glances at Omega, who shrugs, then gets to his feet and tries his turn at talking to you. Echo takes his vacated seat and drags his remaining hand down his face, worn out.
“They’re still not talking?” Omega says.
“No, they aren’t. But, they did at least look at me for a second. That’s more than I got last time,” Echo says.
Omega frowns and glances at the bunks. The door is open and she can see Wrecker. He’s talking, surprisingly quiet, and she can’t hear what he’s saying. He pauses for a second, and there’s the distinct sound of a privacy curtain being yanked closed.
Wrecker glances back out at Echo and Omega, then stubbornly sits on the bunk floor.
“They’re not okay,” Omega says, staring at the floor.
“No, they’re not,” Echo says, sounding tired. “They’re taking Kamino really hard,” he says. Omega looks back up at him.
“Kamino? But they aren’t from there like we are…” she trails off, thinking.
“No, but they lost something else,” Echo says.
Comprehension dawns on Omega's face and she speaks again, keeping her voice soft. “Oh. You mean-?” she says, but Echo, glancing back at the bunks, cuts her off.
“Yes. They were really close,” Echo says.
Back in the bunks, behind your curtain, you’ve been able to hear every word of their conversation, but when Omega next speaks, her voice is too soft for you to hear.
Echo sighs and is silent for a moment.
“Neither of them ever said so, but yeah, they were. We could all tell,” Echo eventually says. Omega doesn’t say anything else, and neither does Echo.
You can see the vague shape of Wrecker beyond your curtain, and you know he’s watching you.
“What did we do?” he says, and despite his low volume, the sudden noise startles you. You take a deep breath, and when you speak, your voice is hoarse from lack of use.
“We shouldn’t have left him,” you say, hardly above a whisper. Wrecker says nothing, but you know what he’s thinking. “He shouldn’t have stayed behind either, I know,” you say.
“I don’t get why he did though,” Wrecker says, managing to match your low tone.
“I dunno, but all of you pointing your guns at him may have something to do with it,” you bitterly say without thinking. If your curtain had been open, you would have been able to see him wince at your words.
Back on Kamino, when Omega dove back in after Azi, you didn’t know what Crosshair was going to do, and that scared you, but despite everything, you still trusted him. Looking at the others as he pulled her out of the water, it was clear you were the only one. Your heart sank at the time, and even just thinking about it now puts a heavy ache in your chest.
“I’m angry, Wreck, and I don’t want to say something we will all regret. Leave me alone,” you say, ending the conversation. He doesn’t respond, instead getting to his feet and leaving the room, shutting the door behind him.
You hold back a growl of frustration and irritation with difficulty, then flip onto your back, staring at the bottom of Techs bunk above yours. You’re exhausted to your bones, and you know you need to sleep, but you just can’t do it.
Every time you close your eyes, you see Crosshair, standing on that platform, alone, as you and the others left him behind.
And it’s eating away at you. As far as you’re concerned, you all left him there to die. Or, on the flipside, his stubborn pride would be what kills him. Both are valid points, but neither is easy to accept.
To an outsider, you may appear overly dramatic, but you aren’t.
The Empire clearly didn’t give a single shit about him. They knew he was in Tipoca City but destroyed it entirely anyway. There is no way for them to know that he survived, and the odds of anyone, Empire or not, finding him at all are not good.
You feel the ship jerk forward and know that you’ve left hyperspace, meaning that you’re only minutes away from Ord Mantel. You sit back up and press the heels of your palms against your eyes, feeling another headache approaching.
NEXT: Chapter 2
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Swiping Left: A TaserWings Meet Cute
Commutes were generally boring, especially when one had forgotten one’s earbuds and was deprived of their favorite podcasts. Darcy sighed and started listlessly scrolling through Tinder, alternately giggling and frowning as she swiped left on every profile she saw. She didn’t know why she even bothered. Her dating experiences had not gone well, if they even made it past the first date. She’d made a promise to try for six months, though, and she didn’t have the heart to break it after Natasha, whom she’d made the promise to, passed away.
Swipe. Swipe. Swipe. Swipe. Swipe.
The pickings were truly slim. She sighed.
Swipe. Swipe. Swipe. Oops.
She wrinkled her nose as she accidentally rejected a very attractive profile.
“Ouch, that one stung a little. Not gonna lie.”
Darcy turned and glanced back to the man sitting behind her, who was looking at his phone sadly and was clearly the guy she’d just swiped left on.
Whoa! Her eyes bugged out and she silently thanked Fate for giving her a second chance.
“Sorry, dude,” she addressed him. “That was a complete accident. There were so many nopes, I swiped left out of habit.”
She held up her phone and smiled at him in what she hoped was a non-creepy manner. After a few glances back and forth between her and his phone, he returned her smile.
“Wow. What are the odds?” he exclaimed, shaking his head in wonder. “You must be Darcy?”
“I am,” she confirmed. “I’m afraid I didn’t catch yours before my bumbling finger swiped past.”
“Sam Wilson,” he offered.
Darcy’s eyes widened.
“As in flying Avenging Captain America Sam Wilson?” She asked.
“One and the same,” he admitted a little ruefully.
“No offense, but Why in the world would you need tinder?” Darcy asked, looking him up and down. “I mean, surely you have no shortage of interested parties.”
“A meddling friend set it up for me and I haven’t gotten around to deleting it yet,” he answered. “As for interested parties, it’s been tough getting to know anyone with my job.”
“I imagine it would,” she sympathized. “I too, had mine set up by a nosy friend. I promised her I’d leave it up for six months. Only two more weeks left. Looks like I finally found a gem among the rubbish.”
Sam laughed.
“You might not say that if you knew me. Just ask Bucky.”
Darcy laughed. “Yeah. I’ve heard stories, but I can deal with pranksters. I put up with Clint Barton for months when Jane and I lived in the Tower and I learned quite a few tricks.”
She rubbed her hands together with a fiendish grin and Sam looked impressed.
“But seriously, your character speaks for itself. I wouldn’t be adverse to a meet up sometime.”
“Me neither,” Sam agreed.
The train began to slow as it approached her stop. Hurriedly, she jotted down her number and thrust it into his hand.
“Here. Use wisely. Hopefully I’ll see you around.”
Darcy winked at him and headed for the door. Maybe it was a tad reckless, giving out her number like that, but something told her that she wouldn’t regret it.
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Fic title: Around and Around
Hallo Josie! Thank you so much for the Ask <3
I’ve been staring at this title for a couple of days because it’s been surprisingly difficult to settle on a single idea. None of them felt right for some reason. So this turned into something unexpectedly sad. Mox visiting a male reader in the hospital after they take a nasty bump during a match. Angst galore!
WARNING - Serious wrestling-related injuries. Hospital things. A LOT OF ANGST.
(Ps. I’m sorry this got so long. I planned on keeping the lil blurbs near 300 words and this one is closer to 800. Oops.)
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The clock hasn’t moved in the past 10 minutes. Or, at least, Mox doesn’t think it has. Each time he glanced upwards, it read 2:47am. God, he hated hospitals. Everything was far too quiet for his liking. The only movement that broke the stale air of the waiting room was the occasional nurse poking their head around the corner for a second before disappearing again.
Like the majority of wrestlers, Mox had spent more than enough time in emergency rooms to develop a healthy dislike for them. The stench of disinfectant clung to every surface, walls were painted a boring shade of white and none of the vending machines worked properly. Even the squeak of shoes on the tiled flooring made his skin crawl. Most in-ring injuries could be treated with some butterfly stitches and some superglue. Tonight, he had the displeasure of being a visitor.
“Mr Moxley?”
Finally! Mox threw himself out of the chair and followed the nurse down the hall, half-listening to them rattle off some medical jargon. He didn’t hear any of it. All that mattered was seeing you. None of the staff at the front desk would tell him anything about your condition and Mox definitely wasn’t allowed to search for your room by himself. So he was forced to sit in the waiting room until somebody fetched him. It had been hell.
Once they reached your room, Mox felt a hard lump form in the back of his throat and his knees threatened to buckle beneath him. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. He prided himself on being able to handle the goriest of sights without a second thought, but this was different. Your neck was encased in a complicated brace, keeping your head from moving and causing any further damage.
Mox had been backstage when the accident happened. In the blink of an eye, the usual buzz of excitement that came from wrestlers waiting to perform was gone and something more serious took hold. People were yelling and a stretcher was hurried out to the ring. On one of the screens, Mox saw you laying flat on your back with a dozen people surrounding you. You were unmoving and too still. This isn’t right. He fought his way down to ring-side, demanding an explanation from anyone who looked in his direction, but none of them said anything helpful. The medical staff barred anyone else from getting in the ring whilst they secured you to a board then slowly manoeuvred you onto the stretcher. Mox helplessly watched from less than a foot away, silently praying for you to reach out to him. Just the tiniest of signs that you were okay.
You never did.
“You’re walking a hole in the floor, Moxie…”
The steady thud of familiar footsteps had woken you from a light doze then you heard Mox quietly talking to himself as he paced. A nervous habit that was strangely endearing. When Mox moved into your line of sight, you couldn’t help tiredly smiling up at him whilst noticing the worry behind his eyes. Jon Moxley, Deathmatch extraordinaire and violent to the core, was terrified. You tentatively lifted your hand as much as you dared, beckoning him closer in hopes of easing some of the fear that you shared. He got the hint and carefully leaned over to press a kiss to your temple then another to your cheek.
“You alright? Like… You’re not in pain or anything?”
The only pain that you could pin-point was a slight ache at the bottom of your neck although you didn’t know if that was caused by the bump or the brace. You vaguely remember someone - possibly one of the nurses - mentioned giving you painkillers, but you weren’t sure. Reality had been hard to hold onto with everyone rushing around you. Mox stayed closer with his nose lightly nuzzling your cheek as you recounted everything that you did remember with certainty. All of the intrusive tests and frequent prodding by faceless doctors.
“I really fucked up, Moxie, didn’t I?”
It was hard for either of you to ignore the way that your voice cracked or how tears quickly filled your eyes. Shock had worked wonders in keeping you calm throughout the initial aftermath of the accident. Now, it felt like the sky was falling. Nothing was going to be the same after tonight, even if you make a full recovery and you’re cleared to wrestle again. You’re never going to carry yourself with the same confidence. You tried to stop crying, but the tears only fell harder when Mox rested his forehead against your temple and laid his hand in the centre of your chest.
“You’re alright. Everything’s going to be alright, babe.”
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Tagged by @sallysavestheday thank you!
*So I fucked-up and thought it meant the last ten fanfics I had READ, not the last ten fanfics of MINE, and didn’t realize that until I was like 80% done with the list so uh...I’m going to do it both ways, because oops.
Share the first lines of the ten most recent fanfics you’ve read...
In the beginning, Annatar travels through the Void. [x]
My name is Tom. Just Tom, I guess, although you all know who I am. And I was infested for over three years. [x]
Mom heaved her duffle bag into the trunk of the car, dusting off her hands. “Emergency cash?” [x]
Legolas pulled himself up onto the branch, sat down with his feet dangling, and leaned his cheek against the trunk. [x]
“Legolas?” The voice was faint in Legolas’s ears, as though it came from a great distance or through a thick wall of water, and he hardly recognized the sound as his own name. [x]
This had not gone the way that R2 had hoped it would go. [x]
It happens by accident, the kind of ridiculous, painful accident that could only be possible for a Hobbit, in Aman. [x]
It had been a long and dusty march down from the Black Gate, even though their spirits were much lighter on this return journey than they had been going north. [x]
Before we left Rivendell, my father told me to keep my distance from you. [x]
MajorTom: that story was supposed to be heartwarming!!! can you just take five seconds to let something through the impenetrable cloak of sadness why are you like this [x]
Anyway so I did that completely wrong BUT those are all really good fics, so please go and read them even though I apparently can’t read!
Now moving on to how I was supposed to do this...
Share the first lines of ten of your most recent fanfics and tag ten people.
Don’t have ten? No problem! Share one you love.
Gimli glanced at the Elf running at his side. [x]
Gimli opened his eyes in darkness. [x]
Mirkwood lay before them—or the forest that had once been known as Mirkwood, at least; indeed, as long as Legolas had been alive his home had been called Taur-nu-Fuin, the Forest Under Nightshade. [x]
Gimli had been enjoying his time in Mirkwood—no, he corrected himself, Eryn Lasgalen now; he had to remember that, lest he insult his hosts—his time in Eryn Lasgalen more than he had expected to, when first he had agreed to accompany Legolas on his return home. [x]
Gimli had no idea how Legolas had managed this. [x]
Elves were clean. [x]
Gimli barked a hearty laugh in response to the dry jest. [x]
Gimli was shocked enough that he took the pipe from his mouth so that he could fix his full attention on the elf sitting perched upon the log beside him. [x]
The celebrations for the wedding of Arwen Undómiel, daughter of Elrond and Celebrían, the Evenstar of her people, and Aragorn Elessar, King of Gondor, son of Arathorn and Gilraen, who was called Wingfoot and Strider and many other names beside, were deep in preparation. [x]
This is probably the strangest thing I've ever written and posted here, not in content but in genesis. [x]
I really did not expect them to all be LotR—I thought surely at least one Star Warsfic would sneak in at the end—but it appears I’ve been more prolific in my recent obsession than I expected. I am also amused by the fact that if you rearranged those sentences a little, you’d almost end up with a little story of its own. Also I’m going to continue to not do this right, because I think that almost everyone I know on here who writes fanfiction has already been tagged, so.
Tagging anybody who hasn’t already been tagged yet who writes, and also: @roselightfairy @storytellingdreamer @galadrielspeaks @mirkwoodcore
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Oops my finger slipped, here’s a fanfic
PLEASE READ HASHTAGS BEFORE YA READ, JUST IN CASE.
(1/?)
September 4th, 1964. Chicago IL.
Lewis Morgan, 14 years of age. His crime? Manslaughter. Of whom? His aunt. His sentence? 12-25 years with possible parole.
What was Lewis going to tell his parents over the phone? That he killed Aunt Jess by accident? What was he going to tell his friends? That he was a murderer? Thoughts swam through his head. What would he say? What would he do? 12 to 25 years? That’s almost the whole prime of his life. He would never get out. The officer escorted him to his cell silently. This was it. He was done. Lewis took a moment to notice his surroundings in the facility; lifeless grey walls, hard beds, cold metal toilets and sinks, cracked mirrors, teenagers sitting on their beds, mournful expressions aplenty. One of the delinquents turned to stare at Lewis with cold, ice-blue eyes. The boy had apparently been there for a while, by the looks of his disheveled curly hair and dark circles under his eyes. And also his resting bitch face. That said a lot.
“Hey. I’m Charles Lee. Charles Lee Ray. Ya new here or somethin’?” He asked. He’s lived in Chicago for a long time, Lewis assumed from Charles Lee’s already noticeable accent.
“Uh, I’m Lewis. Nice to meet you, Cha-.” Lewis said hesitantly, only to be cut off by a quiet “You can call me Chucky” from the cell parallel to Lewis’.
“Okay… Chucky,” Lewis stammered out, “D’you wanna be friends?” Which evoked a cold laugh from the delinquent.
“I’ve been here for too fuckin’ long. Nuh-uh, fish. No way I’m stainin’ my reputation with you around. I don’t wanna associate with yous newbies, we clear?” He asked with an authoritative, almost mocking tone. Huh, he knew I just got here… then why did he ask? Lewis thought. Not to mention, he was getting pretty angry at this ass. Who does he think he was, calling him a newbie? It was true, but it still offended him nonetheless.
“And uh, if anybody asks, I never talked to ya,” Chucky muttered quietly, turning back around to face the wall. I have a feeling I’m not gonna like him, Lewis thought.
Lunch was a bust. Lewis got a face full of mashed potatoes and mystery meat, hurled at him by that little shit Charles Lee, laughing hysterically at his handiwork. Chucky was apparently 17 and had been there for a year and a half already, according to one of his peers, a scruffy kid named Eddie. Eddie also told Lewis that Charles Lee was acting out because he was nervous to get transferred to the adult’s prison next month, before quietly telling Lewis not to tell Charles Lee that they had spoken and darting away. He must be some kind of top dog around here, huh? Lewis thought to himself. Later that night, Lewis found himself sobbing into his pillow. He had good reason to, as it was his first night in the slammer. Charles Lee in the cell opposite him did nothing to help, instead muttering a very quiet
“Mmph… Shut up.. little shit…” Lewis did as he was told, and stopped crying.
That night, Lewis had a dream. Charles Lee, but he looked a lot older, running through the street, being shot at by a police officer. His getaway driver drives away without him, and he darts into a toy store. He gets shot at again, and hits clumsily into a display of dolls… Lewis shot up in a cold sweat- why was that so scary to him?- and examined the snoring brunette across the aisle to him in the cell block. He sat up in his bed for what felt like forever. I guess this is home, Lewis quietly contemplated. He slumped against the wall and fell right back asleep for the night. Little did he know, Charles Lee was already awake… and plotting Lewis’ demise.
#Lewis isn’t alive for the whole fic#don’t get attached to him#asdfjtneismgirnd am I a good writer#charles lee ray#eddie caputo#(mentioned)#child’s play#chucky#tiffany valentine#is about to get very important#fanfic#fanfiction#quotev
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Twink Theory | Erik A | Trial 1.2 | Re: Lapis, Arakiel, AIRika, Eri
Oh wow, that sure was a hell of a lot of shit that’d just went down in the past few minutes, and he’d be here all day if he was going to address all of it, so he wasn’t even going to try. He’d already heard about the Ae-ra and Arakiel thing beyond shaking his head with a tsk tsk tsk… First though, he gives a glance to Lapis for what he actually wants to respond to!
“Nah, couldn’ta been a letter that was burned in the sauna, or at least not JUST one. The thing, or things maybe, were a LOT bigger than a piece of paper, kinda… draped over the rocks? Best we could tell it was some kind of fabric or other thin material, but it was too unrecognizable and blackened to tell what. At first we thought it was the missing robe from the sauna, but we found that later on in the laundry room.”
Something else utterly perplexes him, looking back to Arakiel in absolute amazement rather than distaste as he speaks for one thing in particular.
“Deadly bell pepper allergy??? Is that a thing?? Huh! The things that people can be allergic to in this world…” Hopefully he wasn’t also allergic to that, that’d be unfortunate-
“Anyways though, yeah, I don’t think that’d be a super effective method of trying anything like that in the first place, plus what other people said about being scared of death and all that. Not to mention, that just makes the rest of shit unnecessarily convoluted with the knife’s involvement. And, much as I think it WOULD be super fun to test out burning stuff with a popcorn maker too, I feel like the reason the half bell pepper was totally burned like that was just time if it was left there for hours. Simple as that!
Maybe it got left there by accident when shit went down in murder town, I’ve done that plenty with shit on a stove if I get distracted by something before. Not the murder part, but you know. Pretty sure I was the last person to use the thing at the party last night, I get how it works a bit now. They wouldn’t have even needed to clear out any popcorn, since it’s default state is just empty before you put shit in, and I removed all the popcorn I made for the party. Though grilling a bell pepper just sliced in half like that does seem pretty fucking inefficient, right??? They did a shitty-ass job chopping up the apples too.” Help-
But he wasn’t gonna focus on that bell pepper forever, because more things were out there that he wanted to address. Including… Right! AIRika had asked him something, time to answer that. He gives a snap and a finger gun their way.
“No, I did not! See anyone but Erik way earlier enter that is, of course. When I left at 6am or so I didn’t see anyone else come in and it certainly wasn’t bloody yet, so either I just missed the killer enter by a couple minutes or it took them awhile to actually try and help her. That or I’m the killer, but I’m gonna go ahead and self-testify that I’m not.” chdiucdhis thanks.
He gives a final nod Eri’s way, though, and a sheepish look.
“Yeeeeah, sorry about that! Forgot you didn’t have a door and sound travels, was a little too focused on trying to get Erisu to let me in.” A rare brief apology from him chsiuygys Oops, his bad! “But! Yeah I’m in agreement for most of that, and that’s good to know. Paislene wrote letters as a kind of way to journal for stress relief, she told me once, so her leaving letters that tried to help other people through stuff was probably a way to try and reassure herself too.
Clearly though uh, by the last one that was crossed out, it wasn’t working too well anymore by the end, sounded kinda like she was panicking to me. I’m figuring that all the times Eri heard Paislene leave was her leaving to put letters we found in each of the places? Eatery, Sitting Room, and the last one in the Trampoline Room. Decently sure those were all new, anyways, so we might have a better idea of where she was last night with those.”
That’s the best he’s got for now!! Floridian twink, signing off.
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— they walk in on their crush changing
includes: bakugou, kirishima, todoroki, midoriya, and tamaki
warnings: kinda suggestive?? swearing
a/n: i saw multiple tiktoks about this and wanted to write something about it sooo yeah. some of them are a bit longer than others because i got carried away oops. hope you guys like it !!
( gif isn’t mine !! credits go to @orbital-audio )
bakugou katsuki:
listen, i feel like bakugou would act like he doesn’t care at all
but he’s definitely blushing and can’t look at you straight in the eye
he just wanted to let you know that since kaminari and mina forced him to help them study, you could come too
so he made his way to your dorm room while looking at his phone
and he doesn’t even knock so you’re quite startled
although you don’t blame him because he’s always hanging out in your room and vice versa
“hey we’re gonna have a study session later tonight, in case you wanna come” his eyes are glued to his phone as he talks, but you still feel embarrassed that he’s in the same room as you while you’re changing
after a few seconds go by with no response from you, he finally looks up from the device
“i’m talking to you-” the breath gets knocked out of him when he sees you’re in the middle of trying on different outfits
and apparently you were about to try a new one because you’re just in your freaking underwear
bakugou may be a lot of things, but he is not a pervert
so he’s quick to turn around to face the door, his eyes tightly shut even tho he can’t see anything as it is since you’re behind him
“you dumbass, don’t you know how to lock a fucking door?! is not that hard for fuck’s sake”
you almost want to laugh at the blonde’s state
you’ve never seen him like this before so you might as well tease him about it
“didn't your parents teach you it's impolite to enter a room without knocking first?”
oh he can hear the smirk on your face and he wants nothing more than to go up to you and wipe it off himself
but he knows you’re still in your underwear
and while it’s true he’s a gentleman, he’s also a man
seeing his crush in her underwear will most definitely get a reaction out of him
he curls his hands into fists by his side, jaw clenching because he knows you’re probably enjoying this
“just shut up and get dressed”
“is my room, i can stay like this if i want”
“put. something. on”
his tone annoys you
who the hell is he to tell you what to do?
“and what if i don’t want to?”
you’re just buffing of course, you’ve already put on one of bakugou’s shirt that you stole from him a week ago
his patience is running out
and he’s mad at himself because fuck, why does he have to like you so much?
if it was any other girl he couldn’t have cared less and would’ve just walked out
but it’s you, his crush
you’re so different from everyone else and it makes his blood boil because feelings are stupid and he should be focusing on becoming the number one hero, not some silly high school crush
“okay i'm dressed”
a sigh of relief escapes his lips as he turns around, but it doesn’t take long before his eyes are wide open as he takes in your figure
oh
you’re wearing his shirt
it ends just above your mid thigh and it falls around your figure loosely, obviously too big for you
bakugou can feel butterflies in his stomach at the sight
why are you so pretty?
“what was that you were saying when you walked in?”
you’re so calm and collected, walking around with only his shirt on
normally he hates when people wear his clothes, but it looks so good on you he can’t even bring himself to be annoyed
“we’re having a study session tonight,” his voice is low and he fixes his gaze on the wall behind you. “and you can come too, if you want to that is”
“wait that’s a great idea, i’ve been falling behind on english recently”
he nods and you frown at his actions
sure bakugou can be quiet, when he’s not mad, but he looks rather…shy?
you smirk once again, knowing what this is all about
“don’t tell me the bakugou katsuki has never seen a girl naked before?”
“the fuck are you talking about?”
“well is either that or you like me because why else would you be so red right now?”
he groans when you say that
anyways he uhhh got tired of you not getting all the hints he’s been dropping and just straight up corners you against the wall
your heart is about to burst out of your chest at the close proximity and the feeling only intensifies when he smirks
he leans down, lips merely inches away from your own
“seeing as you’re not pushing me away right now, i say you like me too, dumbass”
well he’s not wrong soooo
you end up kissing after that✨
( gif isn’t mine !! credits go to its rightful owner )
kirishima eijirou:
oh boy, this poor baby
he would be the type to apologize around 100 times and even when you told him it was fine and that you didn’t care, he would still feel guilty
ok so what happened was you were getting ready for your date with kirishima
because yes, he finally asked you out and you couldn’t be happier with life at the moment
and he wanted to know how much longer you were gonna take since he was already done
but you wouldn’t answer his texts
spoiler alert: you were just showering but he was too impatient and also he just wanted to see you again hehe he’s so cute
anyways,,
he makes his way to your room and knocks on the door
it’s more of like a warning because he doesn’t even wait for a response, he just barges in
you had gotten out of the shower like 3 minutes ago and were in the process of drying your hair in the middle of the room, your back facing kirishima
“hey y/n how much longer do you think- shit!”
his voice scares you, but you don’t move because you know it’ll be worse if you do
so you stay frozen in your place
kirishima notices the droplets of water falling from your hair and down your spine before slowly falling down the curves of your-
he flushes completely, his face now matching his dyed hair perfectly, and he turns around with both of his hands covering his eyes
“i’m so so so sorry! that was so unmanly of me. i should’ve just waited until you texted me, but i missed you and wanted to see you so i came over and didn’t wait for an answer and then i saw you and oh god you’re naked and-”
“kirishima,”
he shuts up when he hears your soft voice calling his name
“yeah?”
“calm down”
after that he just stays quiet, trying to calm the erratic beating of his heart and not let his imagination run wild
you should be the one that’s flustered because your best friend and crush just saw your bare ass
but if anything, kirishima’s the one who feels like he’s about to faint from seeing so much skin
he thinks it’s really unmanly of him to see you naked without your consent so he’s on the brink of an existential crisis
meanwhile, as kirishima rethinks all of his life choices, you finish drying your hair and continue to put on your outfit, knowing kirishima wouldn’t turn around any time soon
he’s still facing away from you even when you’ve finished dressing up
you giggle, thinking about how cute he is before tapping his shoulder
“you can look now, kiri”
even with your permission, he’s still hesitant about his movements
he doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable or anything so that’s why he genuinely doesn’t know what to do
kirishima turns around slowly, eyes now focused on the floor
“i’m really sorry about that, y/n. i didn’t mean to i swear and i’m sorry if i made you uncomfortable but-”
“kiri, i’m not mad at you”
“you’re not?”
“of course not, i know it was an accident”
well thank god because he wouldn’t forgive himself if he made you upset
“besides, you were eventually gonna see me naked”
it was a joke
supposed to be
but kirishima whips his head your way and his eyes almost pop out of their sockets
a part of him is shy sure, but the other part wants to run laps after hearing you say that
“well yeah but that’s different…” he scratches the back of his neck nervously and your heart swells for the boy in front of you
he really is so sweet
he just wants you to be completely comfortable around him
how could you not be in love with him?
“how about we forget this ever happened, i finish getting ready, and then we go on our date? hm?”
he nods eagerly after hearing you say that, if you’re happy then he’s absolutely content
you smile at him before standing up on your tip toes and leaving a chaste kiss against his cheek
of course he blushes again
he’ll never get tired of your cuteness
or you in general
but this time he’s more confident when he pulls you to his chest in a tight hug
“the view was really nice by the way”
“kirishima!”
“what? i'm just saying you should be proud”
“you’re so stupid”
“stupidly in love with you that is”
he’s got a dumb smile on his face after he says that
and it only widens when you take his hand in yours to sit him down on your bed
yup, he’s head over heels for you
( gif isn’t mine !! credits go to its rightful owner )
todoroki shouto:
out of the five of them, he’d DEFINITELY be the most chill about it
sure, he’d still feel embarrassed and what not
but he wouldn’t make such a big deal about it
simply because he doesn’t want to make things awkward between you two
so he decides it’s best if he just keeps acting like he normally would
you texted him to come over so you could watch some movies together
and he had some homework to do but it’s not like he was gonna pass up on the opportunity of spending quality time with you
unlike the other first years,
todoroki actually knocks and waits for your response
because he has manners, period.
“come on in!”
you said it was okay to come in
so why the hell are you in the middle of changing shirts?????
he wastes no time in closing his eyes
refusing to keep looking at you when you probably don’t even know he’s watching
“um y/n?”
“yes?”
“what are you doing?”
“i’m changing, isn’t it obvious?” your chuckle makes his cheeks heat up
was this amusing to you?
because he was seconds away from having a heart attack
however he doesn’t show it
instead, he just continues to keep his eyes closed while trying to think about literally anything else except your bare skin
key word: trying
because he can’t seem to get the image of your clothed breasts out of his mind and he thinks he’s about to go insane
he also scolds himself because a gentleman shouldnt do that
but you don’t seem to care at all and that confuses him so much (???
“why do you have your eyes closed?”
“are you done changing”
“yeah”
when he opens his eyes again you’re sitting down on your bed, laptop placed in front of you as you scroll down on netflix
now fully dressed
he lets out a sigh of relief before clearing his throat and sitting down next to you
and he thinks he’s being slick and smooth
but he’s not
he’s actually almost completely stiff
and when you subconsciously brush your knee against his, he flinches
you frown at his reaction
“are you okay?”
“yeah, why do you ask?”
“because you’re acting weird”
“am not”
“you are”
the banter goes on for a while until you finally figure it out
the way his eyes occasionally look down on your chest only to quickly look away with a blush on his cheeks it's what gives him away
“wait, are you embarrassed just because you saw my boobs?”
cue todoroki wanting to get the hell out of your room
“i’m not embarrassed”
“your blush says otherwise, todoroki”
he doesn’t know what to say afterwards so he just sits there with a pout on his pretty lips and his eyebrows furrowed
he’s so shy and cute🥺
“if you want to, you can take your shirt off so we’ll be tied”
your tone is teasing as you continue to scroll on your computer, not really giving much thought to what you said
except you forgot todoroki takes everything quite literally
the grin falls from your lips as soon as you see todoroki, indeed, taking off his shirt
“w-what are you doing?!”
“you said we need to be tied”
“todoroki, that was a joke!”
the roles have been reversed because now you're the one who’s all flustered and looking away from him
he blinks once, then twice before smiling at you
“now who’s being shy?”
“i- shut up and watch the movie”
( gif isn’t mine !! credits go to its rightful owner )
midoriya izuku:
he would die
not literally duh
but he’d want to disappear right then and there
you know that one scene where hatsume is pressed up against him and he blushes a shit ton and is just like “b-b-boobs”?
well yeah he’s like that
except he can barely talk because of how embarrassed he is
he’d also, like kirishima, apologize a lot
he literally just feels like he committed a crime
and you’re like “midoriya, it’s not that deep”
but he’s just upset with himself
you had told him earlier that you needed some help with your homework
and since he’s such a wonderful friend, he didn’t hesitate to tell you that he’d be more than happy to help
so now he’s happily walking to your room because he loves study dates with you
even tho they’re not dates at all
but still
he loves them
especially whenever you get a question right and you just look up at him with big puppy eyes, waiting for him to praise you
and he does
because you deserve it
you work so hard and he admires you for that
ok BAcK to the point,,,
(i’m sorry i just love this man so much, he makes me so soft)
here’s the deal
midoriya knocks on your door right?
but you don’t hear it because you’re blasting music on your speaker while singing your heart out
so he lets himself in
tho he wants to run back out when he sees your naked back is facing him
you’re changing; that’s the first thing he notices
the second thing he notices is that you’re standing in front of a mirror
and you’re not wearing a bra
he yelps before turning around and you jump because you hadn’t noticed him
“izuku? what are you-”
“i’m so sorry y/n! i didn’t mean to invade your privacy like this a-and i didn’t know you were changing and so i opened the door and then i saw you and oh god you’re not wearing a shirt which isn’t bad you know, i m-mean i'm not saying you look bad because ha believe me you don’t but-”
“oh my god dude, would you relax?”
you laugh as you finish putting on your hoodie
he frowns, you’re laughing? in a situation like this?! are you okay???
“again, i’m sorry and it’s okay if you want me to go because it’s weird and i don’t want you to feel uncomfortable because of me so-”
“ok izuku, first of all stop talking,” he quickly shuts his mouth, still facing the closed door so you don’t see his tomato-like cheeks. “second, turn around,” you place your hands on his shoulders to make him look at you and he tenses at the touch, but turns around anyways
you offer him a kind smile, the one that makes him fall harder for you everyday and that’s enough to ease his nerves a bit
“third, quit freaking out. it’s not like i’m gonna kill you or anything”
“b-but how are you so...calm?”
“uhh because i don’t really care?”
he doesn’t know why, but his heart hurts a little after hearing you say that
is not like he expects you to actually reciprocate his feelings but,,
he didn’t have an effect on you whatsoever? not even a little bit?
“and besides, it’s you so i don’t mind”
“what do you mean?”
you shrug, smirking at the green haired boy, “well you like me, right?”
he almost stops breathing
maybe he did for a few seconds
he looks at you, a mix of emotions flashing through his expression
is he relieved? is he scared? is he happy?
he doesn’t k n o w
neverthless, he nods shyly, looking away from your captivating gaze
“and i like you so it’s okay”
midoriya.exe has stopped working
someone PLEASE calm this boy down
he’s about to explode from feeling so much happiness
“you do?!”
“of course” you smile at him one last time, before interlacing your fingers with his and sitting down on the rug next to your bed so you can study
or maybe you got a little carried away and ended up cuddling all evening while eating ramen
but that’s besides the point
( gif isn’t mine !! credits go to its rightful owner )
tamaki amajiki:
sweet little baby
he faints :D
no but seriously
he does.
are we surprised?
nope, not at all
he can’t look at you for more than 5 seconds without getting nervous as it is,
but after he saw you half naked?!
yeah no, that’s too much for tamaki
his body shuts down because he cannot handle it
nejire told him to go check up on you because you seemed off at school
which tamaki also noticed because he’s very observant with people (especially you) but he preferred to not say anything
of course his first response to nejire is straight up: no
he’s too shy
and he’s scared because what if you get mad at him? or tell him to go away?
he thinks it’s better to give you your space and if you want to talk to him, then he’s more than ready to listen
but nejire wouldn’t shut up about it
then mirio butted in too and they were just whining a lot and he got tired of hearing them talk
now here he is, standing in front of your room with a shaky hand hovering against the wooden door
much like todoroki, he knocks and patiently waits for a response
which he receives quickly
“who is it?”
“tamaki”
“ahh tama, let yourself in!”
he blushes at the nickname and finally opens the door
he’s about to go sit on your desk chair or something
but then he sees you
you’re only in your underwear, struggling to put on a hoodie
and then you jump to try and get it on
and that makes it worse because you’re wearing a b r a
long story short,
he falls to the floor :D
the big ‘thud’ startles you and even more so when you see tamaki’s unconscious body on the floor
“shit, tama are you okay?”
it takes him a good 5 minutes to open his eyes again
he feels a cold towel pressed up against his forehead and he frowns at the feeling
when he turns his head around, he notices that he’s laying down on your bed
but you're nowhere to be seen
“thank god you’re awake”
your voice comes from behind him and that’s when he realizes he’s not only laying down on your bed, but also on your lap
“you really worried me!”
cue him blushing like there’s no tomorrow and stuttering
“s-sorry. i was just s-surprised to see you c-changing and i’m sorry i didn’t tell you i was coming b-beforehand”
you shake your head, “that’s okay tama, i’m not mad at you”
he just nods because he’s afraid he’ll say something dumb if he talks
you brush your fingers through his indigo hair and he swears he can feel himself falling more in love with you in that precise moment
you smile down at him
“what did you come here for anyway? not that i mind, but you know”
“nejire told me y-you seemed down today s-so i came to check up on you”
butterflies flutter in your stomach at his sweet words
“aww you’re so sweet, but i’m okay. i was just feeling sad”
he sits up to look at you better and he doesn’t miss the way you pout when his hair is no longer in between your fingers
which makes his heart speed up
“are you okay?”
his question is so genuine and he seems so concerned, it makes you want to keep him in your pocket forever
“i am now”
he smiles at your response, happy that you feel better
“i’m glad”
“now come here, i wanna play with your hair”
and who is he to deny such request?
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Satan’s Waterfall (Hotch x Fem!Reader) -- one shot
I couldn’t think of a name for this to save my life, but Satan’s waterfall is literally what I call my period so... (Also this is 100% self-insert because my period was from actual HELL yesterday)
I wrote this instead of doing my homework. Enjoy xx
Word count: 2.4k
Warnings: SMUT! period sex in the shower, “good girl” is said many times, Daddy kink (a lil), slight size kink (it’s inevitable with him), you and Hotch are newly married (I wrote “husband” organically and kept it)
It’s the second day of your period.
The first day is always the worst. The cramps are so severe that you’re nauseated (sometimes actually to the point of puking your guts out) and dizzy, freezing but somehow sweating, hungry but in too much pain to bring yourself to eat more than some crackers, and in desperate need of chocolate or coffee -- even though both of those things make everything else a thousand times worse.
You’re on birth control -- which was Aaron’s first question when he witnessed your period for the first time, completely on accident because you forgot you invited him over when your period was scheduled to hit. So, needless to say, it was maybe your fourth date night ever with your now-husband, and he had to hold your hair back as you puked. You had meant to reschedule that night, but you honestly weren’t feeling too bad until halfway through the movie the two of you decided to watch.
Regardless, birth control helps regulate your period and put it on a schedule, but so far it hasn’t done much to help the pain. Although, you used to pass out, and you don’t anymore, so maybe birth control has helped in a slight way.
Aaron doesn’t think it has at all. He still worries every single month, threatening to take time off of work (at least on the first day) to be with you, but you always tell him not to. You essentially threaten to become an unsub if he doesn’t take his ass to work, but he doesn’t find the joke as funny as you do.
Sometimes he’ll stay home because he’ll wake up and you’ll be in a shivering mess on the bathroom floor, or wide-awake next to him in bed (did anyone say period-induced insomnia?), or groaning to yourself quietly on the couch, having been there for hours so as not to disturb him.
Which is how yesterday went, actually, so that’s why he’s not home today because you told him if he stays home again to coddle you, you might become a fuming toddler.
Thankfully (but unfortunately for him), Chief Strauss called a meeting, so he had no choice but to go to work.
The second days aren’t even that bad. You’re still basically bed-ridden (or couch-ridden, at least, because the TV is in the living room), but you’re not puking and you’re not dizzy. You occasionally sweat like crazy when a wave of cramps comes, but nothing like yesterday.
You’ve showered, changed into new sweatpants and one of Aaron’s old t-shirts, had breakfast and lunch, and you’ve even done a load of laundry (mainly because you bled through the sheets last night). You’re having a much better day.
But, because it’s still that time of the month, it isn’t a great day because you’re still cramping. And lucky you, a bad wave hits right when Aaron walks in from work.
“I told you to let me stay today,” he says gently, pushing the hair back from your sweaty forehead.
“These are nothin’,” you whine, reaching out for his hand to hold anyway. “They’ll be gone soon.”
“You’re pale. Have you eaten?”
“Mhm, breakfast and lunch,” you nod, letting your eyes slip closed when the cramps ease. You feel your heating pad getting cold. It must’ve turned off. You start fumbling around for the controller, but Aaron beats you to it, turning it back on.
“That’s good,” he says. “What about water?”
“Oh, oops,” you chuckle. “I had one glass this morning.”
“And?”
“Anddd coffee.”
“Y/N…” He sighs. “What have I told you?”
“Yeah, yeah, I need to drink extra water when I’m like this. But here’s my thing: I’m suffering enough already, why make me suffer more by making me drink water?”
“Because it’s good for you,” he mutters, standing to fill a glass. “And you’re drinking more tonight. I don’t care if you’re up peeing all night--”
“I’ll wake you up every damn time I do.”
“Gladly,” he smirks, returning with the glass. “Come on, up. Drink.”
Begrudgingly, you sit up, muttering curses under your breath because now your back is cold which means you’re hurting more. Wordlessly, Aaron lifts the heating pad and holds it to your back while you drink some water.
“Good girl,” he says, taking the empty glass from you and sitting it on the coffee table.
“Don’t say that to me,” you grumble, already laying back down and grabbing a blanket, tucking it under your chin.
“Why not?” He asks, smoothing your hair again, smiling when you close your eyes.
“Because it gives me thoughts.”
“Thoughts?”
You open your eyes a little. “Thoughts.”
Aaron chuckles when you close your eyes again, effectively hiding from him. “Honey pie, you’re going to have to tell me what thoughts you’re talking about.”
“You know what thoughts I’m talking about,” you breathe. “Sexy thoughts.”
“Ahh, sexy thoughts,” he laughs.
“But I can’t have those right now.”
“Why not?”
“Hello?” You open your eyes, giving him a look. “It’s the time of Satan’s waterfall?”
“Satan’s-- Okay, just because you’re on your period, doesn’t mean we can’t have sex. It might make you feel better.”
“Oh, orgasms do, yes. I’ve had two today.”
He raises his eyebrows.
“Don’t give me that look. My issue is, I want you inside me when you call me a good girl.”
“I still can be.”
You scrunch your nose. “Too messy. I just washed the sheets.”
“Not in bed,” Aaron squeezes your hand. “We have a shower.”
You quirk an eyebrow. “Is my husband into period sex?”
He laughs loudly. “I’ve always thought about it, but you’re always in so much pain, I didn’t want to ask.”
“We’ve done worse things than have sex while I’m bleeding.”
“Yeah, but…” He lifts your hand to kiss your knuckles. “I never want to hurt you.”
You can’t help but grab his face and kiss him then, too overcome with love for him to stop yourself. His care, his tenderness. You’ve asked him to throw you around like a literal ragdoll before, and yet he’s still worried about hurting you.
“You know I’ll tell you,” you whisper, stealing another kiss. “You never hurt me. At least not in ways I don’t like.”
He groans into your mouth. “Time for a shower.”
“Already?” You giggle, wrapping your arms around his neck.
He lifts you from the couch and guides your legs around his torso, all the while keeping his lips on yours. He digs his fingers into your thighs and you squeal, allowing him to slip his tongue into your mouth.
You have no idea how he manages to get to the bathroom without knocking into anything, but you’re not questioning it.
He sets you down and you start ripping off your clothes, and he joins you after turning the shower on.
“Someone’s excited,” he chuckles, feeling your fingers on his belt. All you have on are your panties, but he’s still got pants on which is unfair.
“Hey, you suggested it, so I want it.”
“Okay, okay,” he tosses his belt out into the bedroom, laughing because you’re already unbuttoning and unzipping him. “You are eager.”
“I’m horny,” you correct him. “And it’s your fault.”
“I know, sweet girl,” he kisses your forehead. “But I’ll take care of it.”
“You better.”
While he’s busy finishing undressing, you kick your panties away and hop in the shower, adjusting the temperature.
Aaron steps in a moment later, a stupid grin on his face. “Hi.”
“Hi yourself,” you reply, relaxing under the hot water. “This feels good.”
His face softens. “Are you hurting again?”
“Not really,” you roll your shoulders. “Don’t get shy on me now.”
“I’m not,” he promises, rubbing his hands up and down your arms. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Trust me, I’ll be fine,” you tug him closer, tilting your head to accept his kiss.
He starts slow, wanting to gauge your reactions before he does anything too drastic. He rubs your clit gently, waiting until he hears a moan before he continues. When his tongue slips into your mouth, one finger sinks into your core.
It’s different, that he’ll admit. You feel warmer and wetter, but you’re definitely not in any pain. Your moans are too loud for that.
He dips his head to your neck, suckling there, letting you thread your fingers in his hair while he slips a second finger into you. You gasp a little too loud and a little too suddenly, so he stops, but quickly starts again when your fingernails dig into his scalp in protest.
“Are you okay?” He mumbles against the hickey on your neck.
“More,” you whimper.
He scissors his fingers, wrapping his free arm around your waist to keep you steady. The added pressure of three of his fingers buried inside you nearly makes your knees buckle. Everything about him is so big and it makes you weak when you even as much as think about it.
He moves back to your lips, kissing you deeply, pausing only to ask, “How does that feel, little one?”
“M’gonna cum,” is your only reply, your eyes squeezed shut.
“Go ahead,” he whispers. “As much as you want, sweet girl. This is all about making you feel good. There you go.” He feels the first flutterings of your walls. He spreads his fingers slightly, knowing you love the stretch, when his fingers press right into your g-spot. “Come on, honey. Let go.” He moves his thumb to your clit, rubbing small circles before spreading his fingers once more, shooting you over the edge.
You cling to his shoulders, nearly biting him from the force of it. Everything is so much more sensitive when you’re on your period and you knew that, but it’s different when it’s him. It always is.
“That’s my good girl,” he murmurs, easing you to the ending waves of your orgasm. “How was that?”
“Amazing, do you even need to ask?” You laugh, kissing him. “Can you please get inside me?”
“Please what?”
“Please, Daddy.” You bat your eyelashes for good measure, even though you know he wouldn’t tease you, not right now. He just wanted to hear you say it.
“Of course,” he steals another kiss before finally taking his fingers from you. Wordlessly, he washes the blood away, and you should’ve known he wouldn’t give two shits about this.
And you’re right, he doesn’t. The sight of blood doesn’t phase him anymore, especially not your period because it’s natural. And right now he’s too worried about making you feel good to even bother pretending to be grossed out by it.
He’s already hard, so you can’t help but reach down and stroke him, grinning when he groans loudly.
Before you can blink, though, he has you up in his arms and against the wall, your legs already settling around his hips.
“Tell me if I hurt you,” he says again, looking into your eyes. “Okay?”
“Yes, I promise,” you assure him.
Accepting that answer, he drops his hand to guide himself inside of you, moving as slow as possible -- which you appreciate, even if you do want to be fucked. But you’ve never had sex on your period before, not even with previous partners, so you weren’t sure if having a dick inside you would actually feel good.
But damn it does.
You know part of it is because it’s Aaron, your husband, your best friend. His dick is good on a normal day, but when you’re sensitive from your period, it’s even better.
“Oh my fucking God.”
“What?” He stops moving, leaning his head back to look at you. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” you laugh, threading your fingers through his hair again. “Nothing. It feels good.”
He smirks, rocking his hips slowly, letting you take more of him. “Feels good?” He asks, and you nod. “Is it wrong of me to enjoy this?” He whispers, going deeper. “You’re so warm.”
“Harder, please.”
He slams his hips forward, nipping at your neck when you whine loudly. “Are you gonna cum again?”
You nod your head lazily, locking your ankles behind his back, arching your back, forcing him deeper. A groan stutters in his throat when he feels his head teasing your cervix.
You like that normally, but his paranoia has him pulling back. “Are you--”
“If you don’t shut up and fuck me.”
He doesn’t question you after that, especially not with the lethal look you had in your eyes.
With no more hesitations, Aaron finally gives in. Every thrust is deep, yet you still push your hips up, trying to take even more. He’s never seen you like this, this greedy and almost animalistic in the way you’re chasing your orgasm.
He lets you guide him, staying still when you pull him in as deep as he can go and hold him there. He nearly explodes a few times, having to stay still while your walls pulsate around him.
Soon you’re quite literally thrown into your second orgasm when Aaron’s thumb rubs your clit as he pushes in deep, staying there, letting you squirm until he tells you to let go, and you do.
“Good girl,” he whispers, kissing your cheek lovingly. “That’s my good girl.”
Once your orgasm has settled down, he carefully lifts you off of him, setting you back on your feet. A puzzled look crosses your face.
“What?”
“You didn’t…”
He smiles. “I told you, I wanted to make you feel good.”
“And you did, but--”
“It’s okay, sweet girl.” He kisses your forehead once before turning to rinse off his dick, but you’re not giving up that easily.
You sneak your hands around his waist, resting your cheek on the middle of his back while you swat his hands out of the way.
“Little girl...what do you think you’re doing?”
“Making you feel good,” you murmur, gently stroking him.
It doesn’t take long for him to cum with a muffled cuss word under his breath. You sigh happily against his back, letting go of his dick to hug him instead.
Aaron turns around to gather you in his arms, moving forward slightly so your face isn’t directly under the water. “Is someone tired?”
You shake your head, even though you practically bury yourself in his chest. “Just content.”
“Feeling better?”
“Much,” you giggle. “Thank you.”
“Of course,” he kisses your forehead. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”
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Fic Rec Passover Day 5 😌
Happy reading!
And the Cold Pulls You Down by blacktofade - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 12967, sterek)
“Do you believe in ghosts?” Stiles asks Derek one night after he’s settled into bed, listening to the sound of Derek brushing his teeth in the bathroom.
“Ghosts?” Derek asks, voice muffled by toothbrush and paste as he stands in the doorway to stare at Stiles.
Or, the one where Stiles is 99.9% sure their house is haunted and no one believes him.
Bet On It by IDreamOnlyOfYou (lauren3210) - (Rating: Mature, Words: 8343, sterek)
Stiles is an RN and Derek the attending trauma surgeon at Beacon Hills Hospital. They're constantly arguing, much to the amusement of their colleagues, who ultimately decide to take bets on when the sexual tension will finally explode. The only question is, who will win the jackpot?
Or
5 times one of the guys try to push Derek and Stiles together, and the time they worked it out all on their own.
Chrerry Coke (or eight years, three month and four weeks) by madsmeetsmisha - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 5387, sterek)
The first time Stiles accidentally confesses his feelings, he is sixteen. Of course, the werewolf doesn't take the whole thing seriously. And yeah, Stiles always knew that he never stood a chance. After the second time it happened, Derek left Beacon Hills with his new beautiful girlfriend Breaden.
Now, eight years after he first met Derek, they meet again...
Make Me Remember You Like You Remember Me by flymeofftoneverland - (Rating: G, Words: 4615, sterek)
After Stiles gets into a car accident, he wakes up in the hospital, remembering everyone but Derek.
oops by wyrmwolf - (Rating: Mature, Words: 4285, sterek)
“Wait, wait, Stiles?”
Scott gets a confused look on his face, “Yeah?”
“Stiles as in like, brown hair and moles Stiles? Stiles that drives a blue Jeep? That Stiles?” Derek describes the man.
“Yeah-how did? Have you two already met?” Scott looks truly confused now.”
“Well shit.” Derek leans back in his seat, realization hitting his face as a smirk curls into his lips.
Fascination by kalpurna - (Rating: Explicit, Words 3314, sterek)
drunktuesdays: Let's taunt ourselves with fic that we will never write.
Stiles is sitting in English class when the thought first occurs to him. They’ve been talking about the ending of Jane Eyre, and Rochester’s fate, and the concept of disability as punishment, and his mind jumps to Derek ordering him to cut off his arm, and he wonders idly whether the arm would have grown back or, more likely, just healed over the stump immediately, and huh, he thinks with a sudden thrill, huh, there’s no way Derek Hale is circumcised.
I'll Be Your Glass of Wine, You Be My Shot of Whiskey by ash_mcj - (Rating: Mature, Words: 3038, sterek)
“An Alpha...am I supposed to be impressed?” Stiles raised an eyebrow and Derek smirked.
“Have something against Alphas?”
“I have one at home,” Stiles said, purposefully lacing his tone with annoyance as he fought to keep his breathing even, since the ridiculously attractive man had not left his personal space. “I actually came to this bar to get my mind off of him, though."
“Well, I don't know how desperately you're wanting a distraction tonight, Red," Derek said, his eyes raking over the tight black shirt clinging to Stiles’ toned torso and down to his acid-washed skinny jeans. "-but I've got an empty house and a top-shelf wine cellar. I'm sure I could figure out a way to get your mind off of your shitty anniversary."
Stiles pretended to think it over for a moment while tracing the ring of his glass with his finger, before asking, “Do you have a car?”
“Camaro out front.”
[or: Derek and Stiles occasionally like to pretend they're strangers in a bar and go home together]
(For~ Sterek Valentine Week 2021; Day 2: Anniversary)
You Had Me Since by Emela - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 5102, sterek)
“Would it help if I blew you?”
“What?” Derek sputters. There is no way he heard that right. No way would Stiles Stilinski be asking him if he wanted a-
“Blow job.”
That.
The Bodyguard by madsmeetsmisha - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 16418, sterek)
Actually, Stiles liked his job as a bodyguard. But the mission to protect Derek Hale was exhausting for several reasons. Especially because the young man he was supposed to protect was a huge asshole. But unfortunately, he was also damn hot!
Ghost in the Graveyard by venis_envy - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 2933, sterek)
The party cleared out pretty quickly after the Boy Who Cried Wolf, but a handful of people remain in the graveyard. Mostly Stiles' guests of the supernatural nature who aren't put off by the idea of a wolf prowling nearby.
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Can I join your anti-Hermione club? Is there an application form? (In all seriousness, I'm so glad there's someone on Tumblr who is anti-Hermione for good reasons. It drives me absolutely insane how much the fandom worships her. I respect her intelligence, but there are so many absurdly unethical things she does. The hexing of Marietta Edgecombe - I researched it, it's both against contract law and would almost certainly be considered assault - was crazy, and even crazier was that it's excused.)
Hahaha, no application form needed, just a lot of bitterness and a touch of rage.
Something that really annoys me is how people are trying to tell me I'm doing Hermione-bashing when I give her the what-for. Or try to say "but she was a teenager :(". Really, freaking really? So when Hermione scars people on the face she's being a teenager but when Ron is pissy for a night in fourth year he's a total asshole? No, nope, not gonna let that lie.
My issue is that Ron's mistakes are teenager-sized; making an ass of yourself during a soirée, dating someone you're not really interested in because you're flattered by the attention, getting mad at your friend over silly stuff, saying stupid things without thinking... teenage mistakes. Those are teenage mistakes.
(Something could be said of his leaving on the Horcrux Hunt but. Bitches. Voldemort himself (a part of him at least) was there singling him out for torture. Not to mention the heavy blood loss, the fact that his family's in danger, etcetera... But of course nobody is willing to accept those circumstances, nooo, it's only Ron who's the sole responsible for leaving absolutely, right, "Hermione is a teenager :(" and "Harry has PTSD :(((" but Ron isn't allowed to have problems of course. Fucking hypocrites.)
Meanwhile Hermione wakes up everyday and chooses violence and not for good reasons. I mean when your first reflex to distract someone is to set them on fire surely that indicates some issues? (Later on she forgets that she can use magic to light a fire... against a plant. I mean. How. How do you come to the conclusion that you should light a person on fire to "distract" them but cannot apply that reasoning to a goddamn killer plant.)
The thing is people just... because we're constantly told that Hermione is intelligent/has good grades/works hard, people are quick to assume that she's obviously the most mature one in the room. But being a hard worker isn't necessarily a "proof" of maturity. It's just that people's expectations are that "a studious kid" is a mature kid, but really what they mean by "mature" is "doesn't annoy me to hell and back by playing noisily".
There’s this huge manipulation that plays on people’s expectations: being coded as “the studious girl” people are told through stereotypes that Hermione is smart, mature and logical… and the text is quick to try to reinforce the idea by having her spout definitions (=”smart”, for a degree of it; it’s mostly good memory), scold others for being rowdy (=mature, except that she’s not above it all either and a big part of maturity also involves REALIZING YOUR ACTIONS HAVE CONSEQUENCES which, Hermione’s don’t, so oops) and have her solve some puzzles or explain things (=logical… but sometimes her reasoning is based on emotion and she just tries to find evidence to justify why she thinks it’s right, rather than go from one thing to another).
When people try to brush off the fucked-up things Hermione did with "well she was a teenager" or "it was the war effort"... no. Fuck no. She didn't have to wipe her parents' minds and memories, there was the Order, the Dursleys were treated better than Hermione's parents for God's sake. But the only thing that matters about Hermione's parents is that they can be conveniently sacrificed to let us know how brave their daughter is right, it's not like she's in anything called the House of the Brave or something, it's not like she's constantly being thrown in mortal danger and is scared but keeps pushing forward, no we absolutely HAD to have a plot point that involves Hermione destroying two people's identities so we know how brave she is (how was any of it brave? Bravery is risking yourself, not the life of two innocents who barely know what's going on and are in no position to fight back).
And with the Romione fandom trying to push back to "nooo but she was a teenager m'kay she had her reasons for everything"... You want to get back to the Dark Ages where Hermione can do anything to Ron and it's his fault for not being perfect enough for her? Because that's how you go back to the Dark Ages.
In concept I love Romione. In the books I love it till about Book 3 (and even then that's pushing it because Hermione's utter disregard for Ron's pet sits very unwell with me, BUT okay fine she's still a child, it's her first pet, she has no idea how to own a pet and she's not used to being mindful of others' feelings. Then she gets validated by the plot because Scabbers was Pettigrew and somehow that means Hermione wasn't horribly callous to Ron's feelings or anything... meanwhile had it been Ron buying Crookshanks and Scabbers being Hermione's pet everyone would have been like "but who cares that Ron was right in the end, do you see how horribly he hurt poor Hermione's feelings!!!"...
It's just. No more excuses. Hermione is fucked-up. As a person, not just because of the war. She had a vicious, vindictive streak that only got enabled through the books because she never was called out on it. And I mean, I'm all for standing up for yourself, or for slapping Draco Malfoy's bitchy ass ferret face. But fuck. When you're doing the magic equivalent of an acid attack on someone's face, when you're physically abusing someone you're supposed to love AND THREATEN TO DO IT AGAIN AS IF IT WAS SOMETHING CUTE OR QUIRKY, when you're brainwashing your own parents into compliance because you can't be bothered to lie to them or make the Order get them... You know how many fics I've seen that take the "I did actually Confund my examiner" exchange from the Epilogue and run away with it to make it so Ron gets in a horrible car accident or invent entire collapses of the Statute of Secrecy as a result of an investigation connected to this "ha ha look it's funny Ron cheated on his exam" moment? Why don't I ever see a fic talking about how Hermione erasing her parents from existence leads to the destruction of Wizarding society through the legal bullshit that follows? Because Hermione dear, did you think to alter "Wendell" and "Monica"'s birth certificates? Their marriage contract? Their VISAs? Their bank accounts? Otherwise you've just turned your parents into homeless vagrants hopelessly lost in Australia who can't ever find a home anywhere because they simply don't exist in the eyes of any government. But hey nobody ever thinks of that because it's so much easier to nitpick everything Ron does. The only thing folks notice about Hermione nowaday is Emma Watson's boobies.
... I'm sorry, I just... Ugh. People.
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holding punishment
Miss? I’m really sorry for wetting the bed, but is this really necessary?
“Baby, you need to learn to control that bladder of yours and what is a better way to make sure you don’t have another accident than a day in public practicing your holding? It is quite simple of a task little one. You had 32 ounces of water before we left for the mall and now you are going to need 68 more before we even considered a bathroom, but we have already5 gone over this so what don’t you get?”
It’s not that! It’s that I can hold my bladder! I don’t know what happened last night I must have been dreaming! She had brought a 32 ounce bottle of water and two 18 ounce teas for me to drink today and I figured the faster I drank them the fast this silly thing would all be over. I drank one of the teas as fast as I could with out it looking like I was chugging then moved back to the water. My bladder was quite small and I always needed to use the bathroom so these 100 ounces were going to be extremely difficult.
“Don’t drink it all too fast! Why don’t we go into old navy and pick out a new outfit for you while we’re here?” Miss and I walked into the store and she walked over to the shirts. “This one is cute I think you should try it on” I nodded in agreement with her as I drank some of my water. She picked out two more tops for me to try on and two pairs of jeans. We went back into the fitting rooms and went into the biggest room together. She took off my shirt for me and put on the first one. “I think these jeans would look better with this top why don’t you go ahead and put these on?” As I put the pants on they felt a little tighter than normal around my thighs and when I went to button them I struggled as I squeezed in my tummy. I felt a pang in my bladder and I knew that this was bad news.
Miss they are too tight they are hurting my bladder, I can’t wear these!
“Silly me I must have gotten the wrong size in these by accident oops.” I was not sure if she did that on purpose, but it was definitely making me more aware of my bladder. The next jeans fit well and we ended up buying them with a nice shirt. As we left the store I finished my water and just had one more tea to go. I was very aware of my bladder at this point I felt like I had gone from a 3 to an 8 in five minutes.
Umm Miss, I need to use the bathrooms soon please my tummy is starting to hurt and um its been three hours since I last went to the bathroom and um I’ve had 82 ounces of liquids
“We’ll see what happens when you finish that tea, but for now lets go look at some candles.” We walked into B&BW and I had started doing a potty dance and crossing my legs. I felt pathetic. I was drinking the tea quite quickly hoping that it would lead me to relief. Miss picked out some nice candles for us as I tried my best to pay attention. “We should go get pretzels!”
Yeah that sounds nice, but I have finished my tea may I use the restroom now please?
“No I don’t think you’re quite ready yet. Hi yes can we get cinnamon pretzel bites and the pepperoni pretzel with marinara. Oh and a large fresh lemonade and that will be all for us today, Thanks.”
Miss please tell me that lemonade isn’t for me
“We of course it is silly, but I’m sure I’ll have some sips too” I was bursting at this point I probably looked so uncomfortable and I tried my very hardest to sit and eat. “That was yummy and you finished all the lemonade I’m proud of you. Now I am going to let you go into the bathroom. Unfortunately it is not your time to get to pee yet. I want you to stand by the sinks and listen to three other people get to relieve themselves. Once this is done you can come back out and I will assess if you are ready or if you need more holding.”
No please I can’t I won’t make it what if it takes a while for three people to come in please I can’t
“You can I believe in you now go on in” I went into the bathroom and it was empty which was not a good sign. I was crossing my legs as hard as I could. Luckily one person walked in, but listening to them get to relieve themselves was pure torture. I was absolutely bursting. Right as they were about to flush a second person came in. I was starting to feel more confident in that I would be able to make it with the speed these people were coming in. When the stream of the second person hit I felt a leak try and escape, but it ended up just being a drop. After they left I was dying for the last person to come in. No one was coming in. I was doing everything I could to hold it back at this point I was almost in tears.
Then someone walked in. They took their time getting situated and this time when I heard their first stream of relieve my body betrayed me and I let out a long leak. You could see the dark spot on the front and bit of my thigh. I was so ashamed, but I was hoping no one would look to closely. As they left I went back out to miss. She immediately saw what had happened.
“Oh baby, I should have known this would happen. Come on lets go home guess I will just need to find a new way to potty train you”
But no I need release I need to pee I can not make it until we get home please. She came closer to me and kissed me I began to relax in the moment and then she pushed her hand into my bladder. I let out a loud yelp as the stream of pee began uncontrollably. I moaned into the relief I was finally getting. This was short lived since as soon as it ended I snapped back into reality realizing I had just wet myself in the mall. I was so embarrassed.
“Well it looks like you did get to pee before going home. Come on beautiful lets get you home so I can get you all cleaned up and into bed with me. Don’t look so sad its okay everyone has accidents some times. I’m here for you and I’ve got you.”
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Los Guardianes | Part I [Nestor Oceteva x Fem!Reader]
I've been sitting on this for a while because I really like the story and want to make sure I do it justice. This is going to be a multi-part series. I hope y'all like it!
Warnings: references to playground injury | Words: 1,527
Also, oops, totally forgot to include my taglist 🤦🏼♀️: @chibsytelford @megapeacelovemusic-blog @broiderie
In the chaos that accompanied the start of the first day of school, you missed the shiny black Escalade that was pulling up out front of New River Preschool Academy. Your pre-K classroom was already noisy, the sounds of children chattering and laughing intermingled with the sounds of tearful farewells as parents prepared to leave for the day. A few children sobbed hysterically at their parents’ departures and you motioned for your classroom aide to attend to them while you answered questions from a couple of helicopter parents about naptime and the quality of the provided snacks.
You didn’t miss when a very severe looking man with long black braids and yellow aviator sunglasses appeared at the classroom door with a young boy in tow. It was almost comical, the juxtaposition of such an intimidating looking man, dressed in all black and sporting a neck tattoo, standing on your gaudy counting carpet. Your eyes flickered towards him as he tried to assess which of the adults in the classroom was in charge. You watched as the young boy tugged on his hand and pointed eagerly towards the bins of toy cars along your bright blue bookshelf. You politely extricated yourself from the claws of the two mothers demanding their children only receive brand name juice and made your way towards the door, navigating easily around crawling children and spilled blocks.
The man looked up at your approach and you swore there was a flash of relief in his eyes. But it was quickly replaced by the serious, acute gaze you had witnessed at his arrival.
“Good morning,” you addressed the duo cheerfully. “I’m Ms. (Y/L/N). Who do we have here?” you asked, crouching down to greet the boy. He stared at his shoes shyly, shuffling closer to his guardian’s leg. You noticed the tightening of his little fingers around the man’s hand, and you stood with a smile.
“Cristóbal. Galindo,” the man offered quietly. “He’s a little nervous.”
“I see,” you replied with a grin. “Well, hopefully we can pull him out of his shell a little today. I promise, he’ll be used to us in no time, Mr. Galindo.”
The man’s stern expression lifted for a moment as he smirked, shaking his head. “Oh, I’m – I’m not Mr. Galindo,” he clarified. “I’m Nestor. I’m the Galindos’ head of security.”
“Oh, I'm sorry! Little man gets his own security detail?” You hoped your teasing was well-received; Nestor didn’t look like the kind of person you wanted to upset.
But Nestor smiled at you. It was small, but it was there, and the tension in your chest relaxed just a bit. “Something like that,” he replied. He studied you for a moment before you felt a tugging on the hem of your shirt and tore your gaze away from Nestor’s to glance down at the tiny culprit: a little boy with cornrows was motioning to Cristóbal and holding up a toy Batmobile.
You chuckled. “Use your words, Marco,” you said gently. “You can ask him if he wants to play with you.”
Marco turned to Cristóbal, who was staring at him in bewilderment. But the moment Marco offered the Batmobile, Cristóbal was smiling, and the two boys scampered over to an empty spot on the carpet. You looked back up to see Nestor still staring at you, a strange look on his face. He seemed to snap out of it after a moment, and he fumbled to pull his wallet out of his back pocket. He handed you a business card.
“I think Mr. Galindo’s information is on the school paperwork, but if you have any issues and you can’t get a hold of him, I always answer,” he supplied.
You nodded and gave him a wry smile. “Thank you, I’ll remember that.”
With a quick nod, he was gone.
Your mornings went something like that for the next few weeks. As the kids settled into a routine and became more familiar with your classroom, drop-offs started going more smoothly. Every morning, Nestor dropped Cristóbal off, and picked him up every afternoon. Sometimes, you had the opportunity to chat with him, other times, he greeted you with a nod and then was on his way.
Cristóbal seemed to be thriving. He played well with others and followed directions. He was very inquisitive, which you found endearing. You knew, generally speaking, who the Galindos were, and you would have expected, coming from such a wealthy family, for Cristóbal to be very spoiled. But you were pleasantly surprised by his gentle and respectful demeanor.
On one otherwise uneventful Tuesday, Cristóbal fell on the playground and split his upper lip. When you attempted to call Mr. Galindo, per his information in Cristóbal’s file, he didn’t pick up. You remembered Nestor’s card in the top drawer of your desk and dug around to find it while you pulled Cristóbal onto your hip and he clung to your shirt, his little body shuddering as he sobbed.
You quickly dialed the number and put it on speaker, setting your cell on your desk while you dug out your antiseptic wipes for the boy’s lip.
“Nestor.” His voice was clipped and edgy.
“Hi, Nestor,” you rushed, not wanting to take up too much of his time, “this is Ms. (Y/L/N) from Cristóbal’s school. I’m so sorry to bother you, but Cris had a little accident on the playground today. I don’t think it’s anything too serious, but he split his lip and he’s pretty upset. I tried to call Mr. Galindo, but he didn’t answer.” You knew he could hear Cristóbal wailing from your hip.
The second you stopped speaking he was telling you he’d be there in twenty minutes. He sounded gentler by then, and you breathed a sigh of relief. In that moment, handling a cartel kid seemed way over your pay grade.
Nestor arrived exactly twenty minutes later. It was nap time in your classroom, so you had Cristóbal sitting next to you on a bench in the hallway leading to your room. The bleeding had stopped, and he held an ice pack to his face to help with the swelling. His feet were kicking gently, not reaching the ground, and you realized one of his shoes was untied. As you knelt in front of him to re-lace his red sneaker, you talked to him quietly, telling him about the last time you hurt yourself: tripping over your best friend’s dog at the park and scraping your knee. You told the story so animatedly that he was giggling behind his ice pack. Facing Cristóbal, you didn’t see or hear Nestor approach and when you happened to glance over your shoulder, you jumped to find him standing behind you. He grinned down at you, obviously trying not to laugh alongside his ward.
You rose quickly to your feet as Cristóbal cried, “Nes!” and hopped off the bench.
You could have melted into a giant puddle on the floor witnessing the tenderness with which Nestor interacted with Cristóbal. He knelt down on one knee, gently pulling the ice pack away from the boy’s face to assess the damage. His eyes were puffy from crying, his lip was swollen, and there was a robot bandage over the cut, but he looked ok otherwise.
“How does your lip feel, bud?” Nestor asked him quietly, his voice low and calm.
“It hurts a little,” Cristóbal replied, “but Ms. (Y/L/N) made it stop bleeding and said I was brave.”
You watched as Nestor tried to hide his smile.
“You are brave, chaparrito (shorty),” Nestor responded with a nod, ruffling his hair. “Is it ok if I take him home for the day?” he asked you.
“Yeah, of course, I – ”
“Hey, now I look tough like you do when you get hurt, Nes!” Cristóbal interjected as Nestor stood up, a grimace passing over his expression. You raised an eyebrow as he glanced at you.
He offered a rueful smile and shrugged. “Hazards of the job.”
“Thank you,” he offered appreciatively. “For taking care of him.”
“Of course. Happy to.” You took in his dark eyes and the set of his jaw. He looked more drained than he had that morning and you wondered fleetingly what he had been up to when you called.
Cristóbal grabbed Nestor’s hand and began towing him down the hall when Nestor paused. He glanced back over his shoulder at you. “Maybe the next time I need fixing up, I could come see you for robot bandaid?” he asked, his gaze sober and almost apprehensive.
Your mind raced, trying to come up with a suitably clever reply as your lips curled into a grin. “Yeah,” you managed, “I’ll make sure to stock enough for all your work hazards. I also have dinosaurs, if you’re interested.”
A small smile crept onto his face and he gave you a firm nod. “Very interested.”
Cristóbal tugged his arm and he let the boy lead the way out. Your breath caught in your chest, the stillness a distinct contrast to the thunderous beating of your heart behind your ribcage. Very interested.
Part II of Los Guardianes
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Jotaro - Kakyoin's Notebook
I'm sorry, I clickbaited y'all. The pairing in this story is not official.
...unless?
As you were all about to check out of the hotel, You decided to go back to everyone's respective rooms to make sure none of you forgot anything.
The crusaders were downstairs and you came up, checking every room. Everything seemed okay, you only needed to check Kakyoin and Jotaro's room last and then go back down.
You entered their room and looked everywhere. You stumbled onto a little notebook that was halfway underneath one of the pillows right as you were about to leave.
"Huh? Oops, I nearly didn't see that!" You bent down and took the notebook in your hands. It was just about pocket-sized. "Oh I do remember Jotaro having something like that, better get it back to him!"
Out of fateful clumsiness, the notebook slipped out of your hands and fell on the ground, opening on a random page. You crouched to pick it up, but then, your gaze fell upon what was on the page.
Your breath hitched in speechless confusion at what you saw, written at the top, in big font.
'Y/NxJotaro'
Why was your name and Jotaro's on that page? Was that some kind of memo? You knew Jotaro had the habit of taking notes to remember things, but why was your name in there?
Your curiosity got the best of you and you continued to look down the page, swiping through the others. You knew it was terribly wrong and you were invading his privacy but you were just so lost. It concerned you, there was your name on it.
" 'One-shot Draft... WIP', What does that even mean? J-... Jotaro did this?" You mumbled out loud, face scrunching up in confusion and slight fear as you looked through words you couldn't understand.
" 'Soulmate AU', 'Drabble', 'NSFW'? Are those some kind of codes?"
Pages long of stories decorated the sheets, so many you couldn't read everything. There were even some sketches and drawings that you didn't have the heart to look at. You managed to read some pieces of stories that left you even more confused. You read to yourself.
' "W-wait!" Y/N said as tears prickled in her eyes, her face flushed with innocent shyness. "I-It's my first time..."
"Don't worry," Jotaro spoke, hovering above her, his voice deep and soothing. "I'll be gentle." '
...What? You don't remember ever saying anything of the sort? You couldn't comprehend what you were reading. Whatever was written in there never happened and was fictional or somesuch to you.
When it was just too much for you to handle, you closed the notebook, your face still strained with mixed feelings.
Only then did you notice that there was a cherry sticker on the back of the notebook. After looking at the first page, you saw the name of the owner.
Noriaki Kakyoin.
"K-kakyo-... Oh my gosh..."
You were shocked, but somehow relieved. It made more sense than the author being Jotaro, but it still blew you away, the fact that Kakyoin would write such things on your and Jotaro's behalf.
Suddenly, Polnareff walked by and noticed you through the open door. You flinched when he called out to you and entered the room.
"Ah there you are Y/N! We started to worry!" He approached you and he noticed what you were holding. "Oh that's Kakyoin's notebook! He can't live without it, good thing you found it! Okay, let's go now, the others are waiting. Allez, on y va!"
He guided you out of the room and you followed, clutching the notebook. Polnareff didn't have to know the weird things written on it about you and Jotaro. You had to discover what it all meant.
"That's bullshit. You don't make any sense, Y/N." Jotaro scoffed at you, a few hours after the little hotel room occurence.
"I swear on my future husband's life! I'll prove it to you, look." You turned around and looked for your red haired friend. "Kakyoin! Can I doodle something on your notebook please~?"
"Huh?" He looked at you questioningly. "Why all of a sudden?"
"Well, Mr. Joestar will take a while to come back, so might as well kill some time. I'll write a cute message for you to read on the last train home!"
The red head smiled at your goofiness and thought 'why not?'. He took out his notebook along with a pen, but instead of giving it to you, he opened it on a specific empty page.
"Here," He handed you the items. "Only draw on this page. Don't draw on the other pages."
You nodded. "Got it! Thank you Kakyoin~!"
You smiled innocently and as soon as the male turned his back to you, your expression turned dark and you instantly looked for Jotaro who was sitting nearby.
"Jojo! Here, I have it, let's do this!" You stood in front of him with the notebook in your hands and he sighed.
"Yare yare daze, I'm not betraying his trust because of your shadiness."
"It's not like that! There's-..." You cut yourself off to look behind you and check if Kakyoin was looking.
You leaned down, inching towards Jotaro's face and whispered quietly. "There are things about us in here. Last time I saw it on accident, but if Kakyoin writes stuff about us, it's our legitimate right to know!"
"Says who? Are you a lawyer or something?"
"Jojo please!!" You pleaded while gripping on the collar of his gakuran, moving the chains on it and making them clang loudly.
The sudden noise alerted the cherry-haired fellow who turned his head to look at you both from afar. His eyes instantly widened and sparkled with vicious yet happy stars.
He loved to see his two best friends interract and, he knew damn well he took half of your interractions out of context, but that's what made them so good. His imagination started running wild at the scene before him.
The way you desperately held onto Jotaro, your faces, so close to each other, your begging eyes looking at him, yearning for his lips, waiting for one thing only.
'Jojo, please!' Kakyoin muttered what he imagined you would say. 'Say yes... I've been dying to kiss you!'
Back to you two, Jotaro clicked his tongue and looked away, closing his eyes in frustration. He hated the fact that he just couldn't refuse you anything.
"Tch! You're so fucking annoying. Fine, I get it, give it to me." Jotaro grumbled and moved your hands away from him, snatching the notebook from your hand.
'Tch! You know I can't resist you. Fine, don't beg for me to stop when I start messing you up.' Kakyoin continued, imitating his friend's deep voice under his breath and being surprisingly in character, for the inappropriate things he was imagining.
Kakyoin tensed up with anticipation when Jotaro suddenly grabbed your wrists, his big strong hands overpowering your fragile ones easily. You may have made the first move, but he would take the lead.
If it wasn't for the public surrounding you, Kakyoin was sure his friend would have gotten up and slammed you against the wall, pinning your hands at your side while you whimpered his name cutely. But he had to hold back, at least for now, or so Kakyoin daydreamed.
"Hey Kakyoin, what're you looking at? Come here for a bit!"
Before Kakyoin could even see the rest of the scene, which happened to be the most interesting part, he was interrupted by Polnareff who was in dire need for help with a nearby vending machine that seemed to have eaten his money.
Kakyoin sighed a bit annoyed, but joined his French comrade, not even glancing back at you. He'd have to remember to write everything down as soon as you gave him back his notebook.
Kakyoin Noriaki was an average boy that loved action and adventures, but he secretely wasn't immune to a good sweet romance story.
When you joined the crusaders, your interactions with Jotaro seemed as platonic as with the rest of the men. But for some reason, the boy started to feel some kind of connection between you two.
He didn't know when or how it started, but he felt like something was different at a certain point.
Why was it so cute when, one day, you removed Jotaro's hat to fix the pins that were moved out of place after a fight, and he let you put it back on him, even though he never lets anybody touch it?
Or maybe it was that other time in a restaurant where, after Jotaro eyed your dessert for a while, you exchanged your cakes to let him have a taste, stealing a bite from his own in the process.
Or that day when you struggled put your earrings back on and he had to help you out, only to struggle even more, his fingers too big and clumsy to be accurate. He had to call out Star Platinum to do it while he held your hair out of the way.
Even the simplest of gestures seemed romantic and adorable to him. He was sure something was going on between you two, and yet, you were too dense to realize it. All of this fueled his inner fanboy and it prevented him from sleeping at night.
He shipped you two so goddamn much.
He was guilty, but he loved every single bit of it. Of course, no one could know. If someone knew, especially you two, that'd be the end of him.
You were all waiting for the next train to arrive, which was a big 40 minutes. Joseph and Abdul went to buy something to snack on while you waited and Polnareff went to the restroom.
Kakyoin was sitting next to you, his back resting against the wall and his eyes were closed. As you thought he had fallen asleep, you took this moment to turn the other way to talk to your nonchalant friend.
"You see?" You spoke softly, careful to not wake Kakyoin up. "I told you there were stuff about us in that notebook!"
"Shut up, there were only messages on that page, I'm sure the others were the same." He grumbled with the same low intensity as you. "And you know damn well he can be a weirdo sometimes."
"But still, I want to understand... And also, what does 'smut' even mean?"
He pretended to be asleep, but his mind was racing.
Kakyoin who wasn't quite sleeping and very much listening to whatever he could hear through the background noise of the station, flinched and started blushing.
Just, when and where did you heard that term?
" 'Smut'?" Jotaro looked at you with confused furrowed eyebrows. "Hell if I know. You speak better english than I do, shouldn't you know?"
"Well I..."
Before the conversation could go down even further, Kakyoin feigned waking up and got up from his slouched position.
You noticed and turned around, staring at him, scared that he would ask what you were talking about, as you didn't want to confront him about the weird things you saw in his notes. If he ever knew, he would finish you. But something worse happened.
Jotaro nudged you and tilted his head towards Kakyoin, but you quite didn't get the message.
"Oi Kakyoin, do you know what 'smut' means? You know a lot of languages, right?" Jotaro asked like it was nothing and you gasped, secretly wanting to slap Jotaro for his indiscretion.
Kakyoin looked over at him, unfazed as ever. "Smut? Hmmm I guess I can look it up later. Where did you hear that?"
Jotaro innocently signed your death warrant. "Y/N just told me."
"JOTARO!!!" You shot up from your seat and stared at him in pure disbelief and betrayal. "OH MY- ARE YOU SERIOUS?! YOU TRAITOR!!!"
"Oh really?" Kakyoin teased, sending you a knowing look. "What's going on with you two? Are you keeping secrets from me?"
You blushed and flinched as Kakyoin's amethyst eyes stared through your soul. Before Jotaro could say anything else, you slapped a hand over his big mouth and Kakyoin's eye glinted.
"I-I mean... No! Wait. There's something I need to tell Jojo, excuse us for a sec."
You then leaned in and cupped Jotaro's ear as you whispered. Kakyoin looked at you in pure satisfaction, trying his best to not start smiling and giggling like a goofy schoolgirl.
Oh no, he didn't need to hear the sweet nothings you were deliciously breathing on Jotaro's now tingling skin. Imagining it was more than enough.
You leaned back and softly spoke to him. "Don't ruin this for us. I'm trusting you."
"Yare Yare daze. You put me into this in the first place. Don't complain."
Kakyoin's eyes widened and he turned his head around, trying to hide his expression and pretended he totally didn't hear that. Oh how sweet the lack of context was for his little fanboy mind. He wouldn't ask too many questions since you were offering him such a good show.
On the train, you waited until Kakyoin was completely out and asleep to subdue his notebook. That would make a good reading on the 4 hours long travel.
"Yes that's it! Right on the left pocket, yeah that one!"
You guided Jotaro who was hiding not too far from Kakyoin's seat as your delinquent friend used Star Platinum to steal your cherry loving friend's notebook.
When he finally had it, Star Platinum brought it back and both you and Jotaro proceeded to read through the many drafts and stories about you two.
Getting ready for one hell of a joy ride.
Bonus:
Kakyoin stretched and took a deep breath of fresh air as he got off the train.
"Aah~! I slept like a log. Huh? What's wrong, why are you two so red? Did you get motion sick, maybe?"
Kakyoin commented upon seeing your and Jotaro's flushed face as you got off. Your shoulders were slumped in shame and Jotaro was hiding behind his hat like a wanted criminal.
"Uh yeah... Here Kakyoin, you dropped this..." you groaned and handed him his notebook.
He thanked you and took his due. When he was gone, you glanced at Jotaro and you both shared intense empathy and regret.
Don't steal Kakyoin's notebook.
Oh man, wouldn't it be fun and also a bit sad if after Dio was defeated, Y/N and Jotaro became a couple?
You walked by the river, holding hands with Jotaro after a long week of finals. You suddenly stopped in your tracks and looked at the water reflecting the orange sunset.
Jotaro looked at you confused, but followed your gaze, until both of you laid eyes on a young girl painting the scenery on a canvas.
"You know... He would have loved this..." You started softly, a melancholic look cast on the girl as her Stand posed on the grass like a model, thinking herself only could see it. "To see us together, I mean..."
Jotaro inspected the girl, her red curls and green uniform moving messily in the wind. "Did he ever write something about us watching him paint?"
You chuckled sadly. "Why didn't he think of that? His stories were great, but he was in none of them..."
Jotaro noticed you biting your lip as your voice wavered slightly and he squeezed your hand in reassurance. You laid your head on his arm and he responded by bringing you closer to him.
"But now he is."
OKAY AUTHOR OUT
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