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cybrs4pphic · 7 months

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camgirl pt 2!!

camgirl!reader x abby

afab/fem!reader, squirting (:p), full nelson (:0), abby yearns to be inside you, fuckin on the first date, reader has no idea abby knows abt her sex work, kinda awkward first-time sexual tension lol, abby has a fat dick (:D), this is so long???????

18+ mdni (goodbye minors)

it’s the next day and abby is still trying to work up the courage to text you. she doesn’t want to sound boring, but she also doesn’t wanna overdo it. she’s laying in bed, your number typed into the chat, her fingers hovering over the keys.

‘hey, you gave me your number at the coffee shop yesterday and i thought you were really pretty so… i’m abby,’

her thumb was now just hovering over the blue arrow to send the message before hitting it, eventually sending the message. abby immediately shuts her phone off tossing it on the bed trying to find something to distract herself with while she waits.

abby decides to just turn on some show she’s seen a million times. a few hours later you text her back with a ‘hiii abby!! thank u!! sorry, was at work :( i’d love to do somethin w you sometime soon if ur down :p,’

she’s almost, almost, embarrassed at how fast she replies. ‘you’re okay, how was work today? and i’d love to. what did you have in mind?,’

‘well, if u wanted to hangout today, i wouldnt mind just gettin to know you like at mine or somethin, i’ll cook u dinner too whatcha want :3,’

abby’s gonna blow up. ‘i’m not picky, surprise me. and that sounds great, how does 7 sound then?’

‘perfect, i’ll see you soon!’ you send her your address in a separate message with a little heart. abby could actually pass away right now.

2 hours later it’s 7:05 and abby’s standing outside your door, not wearing anything too special— just jeans and a shirt taking a deep breath before knocking. a few second later she hears the door unlocking and opening.

she sees you, looking cute as ever. she then hears the sweetness of your voice inviting her in, abby mustering up a smile through the nerves.

“okay, so, i‘m makin’ chicken alfredo if that works for you?”

“s’perfect,” abby slurs out, practically soaking her underwear watching you cook, mainly your ass in those stupid leggings. is she wearing underwear? floods abby’s thoughts.

“almost done. if you wanna go sit down i’ll get everything ready,” you turn around giving abby a quick smile before returning to your cooking.

abby’s in heaven right now. you sitting across from her, just getting to know each other. finding out you both actually have so much in common makes her feel ecstatic. you guys are having such a good time talking you both nearly forget about the food.

“you’re a great cook,” abby says as you, blushing, take her plate from her placing it in the sink after rinsing it off.

“thank you! tried really hard on this one actually,” you say, giggling. yeah, abby’s obsessed. she needs to be inside you, making you a mess on her cock-

“wanna watch a movie ‘er somethin’?” you interrupt her thoughts.

“what kinda movie?”

“was thinkin’ something scary, if you’re down?”

“works for me,” abby replies, moving to sit next to you on the couch as you scroll through the vast amount of horror movies on whatever streaming app you picked.

“oh! how ‘bout the new texas chainsaw?” you don’t even give abby a chance to reply before you hit play— not like she really cares what you guys watch anyway.

abby has her arm around the back of the couch manspread while you have your knees tucked under you half sitting on your butt half on your heels next to her. within the first five minutes of the movie, she has her arm draped over your side mindlessly drawing patterns into your hips and thighs while you lay on her chest.

you guys get about halfway through the movie before abby breathes out, “hey.”

“yeah?” you reply, picking your head up to meet her eyes.

abby glances at your lips, before asking, “can i kiss you?” to which you just nod a bunch.

abby leans in meeting you halfway to finally kiss you. not long after, she’s grabbing your hips pulling you onto her lap so you’re straddling her, deepening the kiss.

you pull away first, gasping for air. abby’s also gasping for air, but she could kiss you til she passes out, honestly.

“tell me if you want to stop at any point, okay?” abby breathes out as she toys with the hem of your shirt. you nod as a reply.

“words,” abby says bluntly.

“yes,” you breathe out, still catching your breath. abby wastes no time pulling you out of your shirt and bra before taking her own off.

“god, fuck, c’mere,” she’s pushing your hips up so that your tits are eye level with her before she immediately latches onto your tit. one hand is groping your ass while her other hand is toying with your other nipple. jesus, her hands are so fucking cold you’re practically shaking under her touch.

your hands run down her chest, stopping to play with her tits before sliding down to the button on her jeans.

“take ‘em off,” you whine out. abby happily obliges, gently grabbing u by the hips before laying you down on the couch. she gets up undoing her pants sliding them off. she’s immediately on top of you, thumbs under the waistband of your leggings breathing out a “can i?”

“please,” your voice barely above a whisper, but abby’s already peeling your leggings off realizing you, in fact, were not wearing underwear.

“s’like you wanted to get fucked tonight,” abby lets out a small laugh.

“by you,” you shoot back as you spread your legs in front of her making abby blush as she leans forward to kiss your inner thighs, seeing your glistening cunt clenching around nothing. she starts sucking like she’s about to leave a hickey, making your legs shake from the sensitivity.

“abby, please,” you breathe out.

“please what?

“fuck me, abby, please need to feel you,” you whine out reaching out to wrap your fingers in her hair.

“don’t have a strap, ba-”

“i do,” you cut her off. “come with me,” you pull her up by her hair giving her a quick kiss before getting up, taking abby’s hand, and practically skipping to your bedroom. once you open the door abby immediately recognizes it. your bed in the center of the room against the back wall, a desk across from the bed, probably where you set up your camera. what’s new to her is all the decorations that she didn’t usually see when you were live.

“cute room,” abby states as you’re digging through your closet for a dildo.

“thanks! what kinda cock you want?” you ask her it so casually abby nearly.

“how many do you have?” abby questions you back.

“a bunch,” you giggle.

“what, are you some kind of pornstar?” abby smirks and you can practically hear the smirk in the way she asks the question. you have the dildo in your hand, but you freeze at her question. you know it’s a joke, a rhetorical question, so you just laugh it off bringing her the dick.

“you seem like a fat cock kinda girl,” you smile handing abby the harness and dildo.

“and you seem like you love taking fat cock,” abby fires back sliding the harness up her legs, securing it. “now where were we?” abby says, sliding her hands up your stomach to your breasts watching them spill out from her fingers. you lean up to catch her lips in another kiss, quickly deepening it by tilting your head to the side and allowing abby’s tongue access to your mouth. she’s grabbing your hips and placing you on your bed before attacking your neck and chest with kisses.

“fuck, these tits are perfect,” abby says as she slides two fingers down your cunt, teasing your entrance. “you can take two fingers, right, baby? gotta get you ready for my cock,” you practically moan at her words and she’s barely touching you. is she even real?

“yes, yes! please just touch me, abby,” abby responds by sliding her middle and ring finger into you searching for that soft spot. she’s fucking her fingers back into you,, eventually finding your g-spot, hitting it with the tips of her fingers making you let out a mix between a gasp and a moan.

“found it,” she smirks to herself. she really can’t believe she’s actually touching you right now; this is like a dream come true for her. countless nights of her watching you touch yourself and her finally being the one to make you shake and moan under her touch. she has to fuck you.

“do you have lube?” she asks to which you nod telling her where it is. abby gets up squirting some lube onto the cock you gave her, taking her hand making sure it’s covered.

“are you ready?” she asks looking up at you, her hand still on her cock, stroking it like it’s attached to her. you give her a few eager nods followed by a ‘yes’. abby walks over to you, pushing you on your back before asking if you’re ready again like she’s scared she’s gonna hurt you

“please fuck me, abby,” you get right to the point and abby nods before pushing the dildo into your weeping cunt with her hips. the way you’re gasping and whining just from her putting it in makes abby want to absolutely ruin you. abby needs to fuck you so well every time you touch yourself on camera all you can think of is her.

abby begins rocking her hips back and forth at a pretty slow pace, nearly pulling out completely before pushing herself right back in, where she belongs, you letting out little whimpers every time she pushes back in.

“faster, please, abby,” you whine out as she’s pulling out.

“gladly,” abby takes your legs, throwing them over her shoulders before leaning forward to properly fuck you. abby’s fucking you faster like you requested but it’s still not deep enough for your liking.

“abby abby deeper, please please,” you plead for her.

“can i try somethin’?” abby questions to and you, obviously, tell her yes. before you know it abby’s completely pulled out of you, whining at the empty feeling, before she’s leaning her upper back on the bed frame, patting her lap for you to straddle her.

“face away from me, baby,” abby says.

“what’re you plannin’?” you giggle out, smiling at her.

“‘ts a surprise,” she smiles back before patting her lap again to which you throw a leg over her lap (abby definitely slapped your ass) before settling right in front of the dildo.

“now what?” abby put her feet up on the bed and threads her arms underneath your thighs beginning to pull them up towards your chest.

“relax f’me,” she says quietly from behind you causing you to relax into her hold, your back to her chest. once you’re fully in abby’s grasp, you take her cock sliding it back into you.

“you good?” abby questions to which you nod and abby’s hands snake around the back of your neck, forcing you to watch you take her cock.

before you can comprehend it, abby’s fucking you like you’ve never been fucked before. you can feel how tight it is, how deep she is, all of it— you practically feel her in your throat and all you can do is take it and watch.

abby’s grunts mixed with your whines and moans is making abby soak through her fucking underwear

“fuckfuckfuck abby, y’re too deep! please please,”

“you can take it— know you can,” abby replies not letting up on her assault on your cunt. you’re a fucking mess of moans and tears and drool and you can barely handle it when abby’s hand snakes to your clit rubbing it in fast tight circles with her two fingers.

you’re practically fucking sobbing with how she’s stimulating your clit and constantly fucking up into your g-spot. your eyes closes shut as you’re so close to coming.

“eyes open, breathe,”

“can’t— i can’t s’too much, ‘m gonna come,” you’re shocked you can even get out even that much.

“‘m not stoppin’ you,” abby says, not letting up in the slightest. you do your best to keep your breaths steady, but the way your orgasm is building up, it feels different.

“abby… abby abby,” you chant her name, whether it’s a warning or a plea, she doesn’t care. all abby cares about right now is the way her hands and thighs are being soaked right now. your mouth is hanging open in a silent scream just watching the way you gush all over abby’s cock.

“did you just fuckin’ squirt,” abby’s giddy right now.

“are you even human?” you breathe out to which abby just lets out a laugh, releasing you from her grasp causing you to practically collapse on top of her.

“so the answer’s yes,” abby smirks, brushing her fingers gently along the back of your neck, where she knows she definitely put too much pressure on while fucking you.

you feel her slide out of you as you roll onto your stomach eyeing her up and down. you freeze as you hear her say

“i know you’re a camgirl,”

“what?”

pt 3 maybe :3 this is the longest thing ive ever written

#the last of us 2 #tlou 2 #abby anderson #abby anderson x reader #abby anderson smut #holy god

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jromanoff · 15 days

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Study Break II R. George

Pairing: student!Regina George x law student!Reader

Warning(s): Reader not eating enough

Authors note: I’m in the middle of uni exams this week so I wrote a little something to indulge myself :)

Summary: College!AU - Regina is worried about your study habits and decides to intervene.

Word count: 1.6k

Regina leaned against the door frame, watching you hunched over your textbooks, completely engrossed in your studies. The thick civil code books were laying open on the side, several coloured tabs sticking out to keep track of the laws you needed to use for your upcoming exams. Regina thought it almost looked like a rainbow at this point. That was the only pretty thing about the stuff on your desk though, it looked like a bomb exploded with the mess you’ve made.

"Babe, can you take a break? I miss spending time with you," Regina pouted, hoping to draw your attention away from the books in front of you. Her pout usually did the trick. She wanted to have some quality time with you since you haven’t been spending time with her these past few days, too engrossed with your studies. You even stopped having dinner with her.

You glanced up briefly, your brow furrowed in concentration. "Sorry Gina, I really need to focus. These exams are important."

Regina sighed dramatically, crossing her arms as she walked closer to you. Did you just really resist her pout? "You've been studying nonstop for days. Don't you think you're overdoing it a bit?"

You paused, looking at Regina with concern. "I know, but I need to do well in this. It's important for my future. I don’t want to be a failure."

Regina softened, her concern for you overriding her desire for attention. Regina almost laughed at this realisation, her High School-self could never. "I understand, but I'm worried about you. You need to take care of yourself too."

You reached out to take Regina's hand, caressing it. "I appreciate your concern, babe. But I really need to study now, I’m fine.” you said with a reassuring smile, concentrating back on your books.

Regina frowned and decided she needed to change her approach, this was clearly not working. So instead of complaining or outing her concerns, Regina tried to engage in a conversation with you.

“What are you studying, anyways?” Regina curiously inquired as she saw her girlfriend so intensely focused.

She never asked you about the content of your studies before, because she probably wouldn’t understand it. She, on the other hand, always excitedly rambled to you about whatever she learned that day. From fashion designers to fashion history, Regina shared it all. You didn’t mind it, though. Seeing your girlfriend so excited about her studies made you happy too and extra knowledge never hurt anyone. It was a nice contrast to your law studies.

“Legal philosophy” you replied curtly.

“Sounds boring” Regina remarked. Her efforts were met with a dismissive attitude from you, causing Regina to frown in disappointment. But Regina wouldn’t let this deter her from trying again.

“What are you reading about now, then?” Regina asked once again, looking over your shoulder at the book you were currently reading.

“The Case of the Speluncean Explorers” you responded, perplexed by Regina’s sudden interest in your ‘boring’ law studies. Especially after she just complained about not getting any attention from you.

“The what explorers?”

“The Speluncean Explorers,” you explained, slightly exasperated. “It’s a fictional judgement where five judges with different opinions shed their light on a fictional case. Five explorers got stuck in a cave and eventually ran out of food so… they agreed to eat one person so the other four could survive. They decided who it should be by throwing a dice and when the remaining four explorers were rescued they got a murder charge. I really need to study now if you don’t mind.” You hoped this elaborate answer would satisfy Regina’s curiosity so you could refocus on your studies.

When Regina kept silent after your explanation you thought you managed to fend off your girlfriend for the time being. Wrong.

Regina felt increasingly ignored by your continued focus on studying and your dismissive attitude towards her. So she decided to retort to an old tactic – a kiss to divert your attention. Despite being in college now and attempting to leave her manipulative ways behind, Regina deemed this situation an emergency. You would definitely cave in after a kiss.

Regina put her fingers under your chin, turning your face towards her. Then, she leaned in and pressed her lips softly to yours.

That sudden display of affection caught you off guard, but as Regina deepened the kiss your resistance immediately faded away. The tension in your shoulders eased as you gave into your girlfriend. Regina gently took the book you were holding from you.

“Regina, no. I need to study” you pulled away and protested, but Regina just kissed you again.

“What was that for, anyway?” you questioned her as you finally broke apart.

“So you’d be focused on something else than your studies. I deserve some attention too, you know? Not only your stupid books” Regina smirked.

You narrowed your eyes at her “I know what you’re trying to do” you told her and turned back to your desk. As you attempted to pick up your books once more, Regina shot you an ice cold glare. "If you don't put that book down right now... I swear to god you'll regret it," she warned, her tone leaving no room for argument. Regina rarely used that glare on you, but when she did? She was serious about it. Her glare and tone of voice caused you to immediately put your book back down, holding your hands up in surrender.

"That's what I thought," Regina asserted, a smirk playing on her lips. "Now, you’re cleaning up this mess of books and notebooks on this desk first," she declared, taking charge of the situation and asserting her authority over the chaotic study environment you created over the last week. How you could even study in this mess was a mystery to Regina.

Reluctantly, you set aside your textbooks and notes as Regina took charge of making dinner in the meantime, bustling about the kitchen.

The aroma of home-cooked food soon filled the air, causing a low rumble to come from your stomach. You quickly finished cleaning up your stuff and walked to the kitchen where Regina stood behind the stove.

“That smells delicious” you told your girlfriend as you embraced her from behind, resting your chin on her shoulder.

“It does, huh? Can you set the table for me, please?” Regina requested.

“Of course” you replied, giving Regina a kiss on the cheek before removing yourself from her. You set the table for dinner and sat down, waiting for Regina and the food.

As Regina set the steaming hot plates of food on the table, you immediately started eating before Regina herself had even the chance to get seated.

Regina observed you quickly shoving down the food she made with concern. It's a confirmation of her suspicions – you hadn’t been eating well all week, too consumed by your studies to the point you forgot to eat. With a pointed look, Regina breaks the silence. “I'm definitely keeping a closer eye on you when the next exam period comes up. You're not taking care of yourself properly. You’re never skipping dinner with me again in an exam period," Regina said, her gaze unwavering.

You frowned at her and attempted to deflect her concern. “You really don't need to, that's asking too much of you." you insisted

But Regina's resolve remains unyielding. "I don't care what you think. I'm keeping an eye on you. And that's final," she declares, her words leaving no room for argument. With a sigh you accept defeat, knowing that Regina can’t be swayed once she has her mind set on something.

That’s one thing that hasn’t changed since high school: Regina always gets what she wants.

After dinner, you cleared the table and did the dishes together. Then, Regina insisted on cuddling with you.

Entering your room, you see Regina is already situated on the bed. She already removed her makeup and changed into something more comfortable.

"Come here, you," Regina said, opening her arms wide with a playful smile. "I need some cuddles."

You hesitated for a moment before relenting, changing into comfier clothes and joining your girlfriend in bed. As your head hit the silk pillow (that Regina bought for you, because according to her it’s better for your hair) you sighed in content. "I guess I could use some cuddles too," you admitted softly, smiling back at your girlfriend.

Regina pulled you close, wrapping you in a warm embrace. “Now, I know you’re tired so I’ll let you go to sleep in a bit, but you do need to promise me to give me attention tomorrow.” she said, softly stroking your hair.

“I promise, my love” you murmur, pressing a gentle kiss to Regina’s forehead.

Eventually exhaustion takes hold of you both, and you drift off to sleep, wrapped in each other's embrace.

The next day you would spend no time on your studies, but only on Regina. You were determined to make it up to her. You even took her out on a spontaneous date to one of the high end restaurants she loved to make up for the lack of attention you gave her the past week. Afterwards the two of you went shopping and then cuddled for the remainder of the evening.

And your exams? Passed with flying colours.

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astermath · 11 months

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take a break.

pairing: dave lizewski x fem!reader

summary: dave has been overdoing the kickass activities, and you’re worried every other night could be his last. he tries to comfort you and tell you he’ll be okay. you’re not sure you believe him.

word count: 1.1K

tags: established relationship, mentions of injuries, dave being a sweetheart and loving his gf more than anything ofc, college au, regular font below!

“You’re such an idiot, Dave.”

“I know. I’m sorry.”

You sigh deeply. This is the third time in two weeks he’s come to your dorm window, badly hurt, asking for help.

And of course you help him. He’s your boyfriend, yes, but sometimes you get so upset at him always getting hurt that you want him to just learn a lesson already.

But he never does. So you keep helping him.

You love him. Like a painful amount, almost. You’d been together since high school, back when you found out about his vigilante persona. Now you’re in college together, and though you support his activities and what he stands for, you’re scared it could all go very south very quickly. It seems like any time he goes out to fight these days could be his last.

He winces when you clean the cut on his cheek with some antiseptic. Normally, you’d apologise, saying you just want to help. But you’re quiet. You feel troubled, and Dave can tell.

He feels more conflicted than ever. He’s feeling like he has to choose; between his principles, what he stands for, and the love of his life, his favourite girl. And that’s just something he can’t do.

Because he know he’ll choose you. And he’ll spend the rest of his life feeling regretful over the people he didn’t save.

“You’re mad, right?”

“No shit.”

“Right.” He pauses for a second. “Sorry.”

“Just—“ you hold out your hands and sigh deeply. “Stop apologising.”

“But,” he sits up straighter suddenly, “alright.” He bites back the urge to say sorry again.

Now you feel bad for being mad. Because you decided to keep being his girlfriend, even though you knew about his endeavours. You knew of the risks, of everything he stood for, and you accepted it. Because you love him. So, so much. You even took on being his personal nurse, treating his injuries whenever he needed it. But lately it’s been too much for your poor heart to handle.

It’s one thing to know your boyfriend is out there fighting dangerous criminals at night.

It’s another to see him in the aftermath of it, on the brink of consciousness at your window.

“You know I wouldn’t ask you to stop.” Your words make him look back up, searching for your eyes even though you’re avoiding his gaze. His heart aches for it, the way you look at him. But he can tell by how shaky your voice is that you’re already on the brink of crying.

“I know.” He responds. He’s quiet, he doesn’t want to make you feel like you have to say anything.

“It’s just— Dave, this is… This is a lot. You’ve been overdoing it.” You finally look up, and though he’s happy to see your pretty face, his heart breaks at the sight of your teary eyes. Of course he’s seen you cry before, hell, pretty much every time you watch a movie together you cry. But now it’s because of him. And he doesn’t know what to do this time.

“It’s just— crime’s been ramping up lately, baby. And someone has to do something about it.” He knows what you’re about to say. That it’s not his responsibility, at least not alone. That he shouldn’t feel like it’s his sole duty to keep people safe. And you know that he knows you’re going to say that. So you keep quiet.

“But why does it have to be you?” Your voice sounds shaky, like it’s going to break if you talk too loud.

“Because, if not me, then who else? I mean seriously, I can’t just have you out there in a world this dangerous. What if something happens to you?”

“How do you think I feel? What if something happens to you, Dave? Then what? What if I lose the person closest to me because he’s too stubborn to take a break?”

He doesn’t know how to reply to that. Because he knows you’re right. You’ve been in the right from the start, his sense of purpose is just too connected to his persona. To Kickass.

“I’m sorry,” he reaches out for your hands, and you don’t pull away this time. They’re rough, calloused, but you’ve grown so accustomed to them. They’re warm, big, familiar. They’re Dave.

To his surprise, you lean into him, your head resting against his chest. Hesitantly, he wraps his arms around you, his hand running up and down your spine in an attempt to soothe you. You’re tired too. Not only are you basically his personal nurse, but you’re also a full time college student. Dave is too. And he’d be failing if it wasn’t for you taking extra notes for him.

“I don’t know how much more Kickass my heart can take right now…”

“I get that. Ill, uhm… I’ll take a break. I promise.”

“Are you sure?” You look up at him. You’re giving him those puppy eyes that he can’t resist, whether you’re trying to or not. Maybe he’s just that weak for you.

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m sure.” He presses a kiss to your forehead. “And I’ll take you out on a date soon. A real date, like in those movies you like to watch.”

“Will you get me flowers too?”

“Don’t spoil your own surprise now.”

You giggle, and the sound of it nearly makes him forget about all his injuries.

The two of you sit quietly for a moment, simply enjoying each other’s embrace. Now that you think about it, it’s been a while since you’ve been together like this. The silence isn’t uncomfortable, it gives you time to breathe, to think. To let everything sink in.

“You know I’d never ask you to quit being Kickass, but… One day, you’re gonna have to put it to rest baby.”

“I know.” he sighs. “I’m getting more used to being Dave though. Or— liking being Dave.” He presses a kiss to your cheek. “You’ve been making that a lot easier.”

“Yeah. I mean Kickass is cool and all, really cool, but I prefer Dave.” You peck his lips, trying to pull away right after, but he doesn’t let you. He captures your lips once more, melting into the kiss and cradling your face gently.

“Thank you.”

“For what?” You smile against his lips.

“For liking Dave. He appreciates it.”

“Yeah, well… Tell him I don’t just like him, I love him.”

“He loves you too.” His face is graced by a love drunk smile. How can someone just be so lovely?

“And Kickass is alright too I guess.”

To that, he laughs, though it hurts his ribs a bit. He definitely bruised them, for sure.

Or maybe it’s the overwhelming love swelling in his chest.

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twstfanblog · 8 months

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*~Period Drama~* Sunday

A/N: SCREAMS. Ok, sorry. It's been a hard time getting this out and for no reason. I literally had it like 80% done this whole time and the last 20% got lost in the damn mail I guess. But now it's done and out for the masses to enjoy! A thank you to @bun-lapin for allowing me to use their lovely OC for this fic! Word Count: 7.5K (God Damn...) Warnings: Period Talk (Like most of this is just various period facts and it lowkey gets pretty horrifying near the end), She/They Pronouns OC Pairings: AzulxOC (Poly), JamilxOC (Poly), Paternal Crewel &OC, Alluded to Riddle/Floyd Now with a tag-list! @twistedcece, @deltrea, @krenenbaker Start, Part 2 (Octavinelle), Part 3 (Here). Part 4 (Savanaclaw), Part 4.5 (Diasomnia pt.1), Part 5 (Diasomnia pt.2)

"Sorry again for bleeding on your pants."

Yuu stood in their dorm’s entrance hallway, Azul at the door with his ruined slacks in hand and wearing a pair of sweats borrowed from Yuu.

Azul had spent the night after Crewel’s brief lecture. The fur-wearing teacher had given Yuu another pain relief potion before leaving, stating he was going to get something longer-lasting for them by tomorrow. Azul had elected to stay, acting as emotional support and bringing Yuu whatever they needed from elsewhere in the house.

"No issue, my pearl. The twins have ruined more than one outfit for me, a little blood isn't the end of the world." He mutters under his breath, looking at the sweatpants with a pinched expression. But he turns to smile at them, “I’m only sorry that I can’t stay with you longer. But, I’ve already missed one productive day at the lounge, and I fear what will happen if I miss another. Let alone leave Jade and Floyd to their own devices any longer…”

"So what do I owe you for the emotional turmoil then?" Yuu smiles lazily, eyes lidded as they watch Azul place a hand over his chest.

"Why I could never ask for anything in return. You're in such a delicate position, it'd be cruel to give you a payment plan now for all the distress you've caused me this past week…"

So, she was going to be ambushed with a 'payment plan' once her period was over.

Smirking, they tilt their head, a finger poking into their cheek, "So, can I start making those payments before the interest gets too high?"

Azul sighs, pouting and shaking his head with his eyes closed, "Honestly. I try to be benevolent and you throw it back in my face. Such cruelty…" he opens an eye, a smile almost leaning into a smirk, "But payment in kisses is always accepted with you."

"Suave" Yuu leans closer, peppering kisses against Azul’s reddening cheeks before going for the kill on his lips. The two sets molded together, Yuu holding him by his jaw as her tongue slid into his mouth, tasting his moans as his hands shakingly reached toward her hips. Pulling away, they giggle at seeing Azul catch his balance on the wall, "Have fun at the lounge. Call me when you can squeeze in a break."

Still dizzy from the kiss, Azul nodded, free hand fumbling for the doorknob behind him, "W-will do. Please don't overdo it when no one is here. Love you." He barely escaped, losing his composer and stumbling away just as he closed the door behind him. Yuu was always physically affectionate, but she was downright merciless if he ever blushed in front of her.

Yuu sighs, deciding to finally check their phone in bed…maybe they’ll just grab more towels from the hallway closet. Laying on the couch closer to the kitchen would be the smarter idea. They huff, pulling out more towels and piling them in their arms. They really needed to find something to act comfortably enough like a pad or tampon, free bleeding was too messy in the long run.

Once the couch was prepped with towels, they laid down to rest under their cozy throw blanket until Crewel appeared to check on them. They clicked their phone on and almost choked at the number of notifications. At least 300 texts, 47 missed calls, and various social media @'s in an effort to reach them. They had to fight back the tears, emotions swelling at the idea of just how cared for they were in this world. Once their nerves were settled, they went to ground zero.

Their group chat with the 'Firstie Squad' was where most of the texts were. Ace first stated that someone had assaulted them. From there chaos descended. Jack demanded to know if Ace was joking, because if so it wasn't funny in the slightest. Epel chimed in that there was no way anyone overpowered them and got away alive. Ace snapped at both of them what he saw, pointing out how odd they'd been behaving the week prior. Sebek finally chimed in, only typing to ask whether Ace was sure.

Once Ace rementioned the bloody vagina mess the whole chat might as well as caught on fire. Jack seemed to disappear, Epel followed quickly after dropping several swears and threats into the chat about the would-be aggressor. Sebek stuck around the longest, talking with Ace to get information and make a game plan. Ortho sent a single link on helping a loved one who had been assaulted. But, knowing the living droid, he had probably combed every camera at his disposal to try and catch whoever did such a crime.

Nearly an hour later Deuce had finally entered the chat, full caps stating that they were okay and then yelling at Ace. He scolded him for blabbing when Crewel just told them to keep quiet. From there new, familiar chaos took over, a normal back and forth whenever Ace and Deuce started fighting over text.

The other stray texts were from the housewardens, mainly asking why their respective firsties were acting so odd. A few more texts asking if they were okay, noting how angry they've been the past few days. Surprisingly, only two texts were from Jamil. One was a photo of a teary-eyed Grim being held like a baby by Kalim in the background, crumbs on his over-stuffed cheeks and Kalim flashing a peace sign. Mildly blurry in the corner of the photo was the side of Jamil’s face, a half-in-frame peace sign hiding his mouth. The simple message attached, ‘Grim is fed and being held. Love you’

Yuu smiles, sending him a quick message before replying to the other texts, making sure to send Ace several middle finger and a single heart emoji. She groans, seeing a few texts from Vil. But looking closer, she sees most of the missed calls were from Vil, maybe she should call him…

Listening through a few of the voicemails, Yuu notes how calm Vil sounded in the first recording. The blonde only asked how their day was and if they were still on for their movie night. The next few voicemails slowly increased in panic, the last one being a chaotic audio of Epel wailing in the background. Rook trying to either comfort or hold the country boy back while Vil yelled into the phone, “You better be dead when I find you, or so help me you’re going to be for making me worry like this!”

Yuu personally made sure to save that voicemail. It was rare to hear such emotion from Vil Shoenheit without having paid him an insane amount of money and hours of makeup and hair styling. Should Crowley try to withhold their allowance, they had a nice little nest egg to sell.

Soon, Yuu heard the front door swing open, the wood slamming against the wall and no doubt deepening the dent that was already there. Crewel really needed to announce himself at all times when he was annoyed. Yuu doesn’t rise from the couch, instead letting out a high-pitched yip to let him know where in the house they were. Hearing the click of the adult's shoes, Yuu waves over the side of the couch, “Sup, papa dog.”

“Hello, puppy.” Crewel leans over the back of the couch, his gloved hand petting her head and pressing a kiss to her hair, “How are you feeling?”

“Like bloody dirt.”

“Hmm.” Crewel drops a bag onto their stomach, the warmth and smell of it giving away that it was a take-out box of food, “Breakfast from your eels. You’ll need to eat it before you take this pain potion.”

Yuu smiles, pulling the food out and digging in. Mid chew, they raise an eyebrow, “Why’s this potion different? I normally take them without food all the time.” They watch Crewel pull out a flask, but instead of the normal green-colored syrup, it was a bright cyan. The bottle itself had a warning tag on the glass, “What the fuck is that?”

“This, puppy, is a medical-grade pain potion. While I am able to brew anything, it’d be illegal for me to brew something of this strength without proper licensing. So, I tasked Ms.Oster with making a few for you.”

The distrust Yuu had instantly faded, reaching out for the flask with a smile, “Oh, I love Ms.Oster.”

Crewel pulls the bottle from their reach, playfully sneering down at them, “Yeah, I know.”

Ingrid Oster was one of the science professors under Crewel’s direction in the school. She mainly taught practical magic and magical first aid. Even though Yuu had no reason to even know the woman as a first year, they had managed to meet and we’re now teacher/student ‘besties’, something that deeply annoyed Crewel. The number of times the bi-colored man had walked into the staff room only to see the two of them having a luncheon and gossiping about other students. Not to mention Ingrid only upped her teasing, telling Crewel that he wears the ‘dad look’ very well.

Crewel demanded they finish their food before letting them even touch the bottle. The teacher explained how a medical-grade pain potion had a much stronger effect than the standard potion. It lasted for nearly a whole day instead of 4-6 hours, not to mention how it worked. Instead of simply numbing the nerves to give pain relief, a medical-grade pain potion targeted the muscle system, physically relieving tension and letting the fibers relax. As such, they were very rarely used outside of hospitals, but Crewel didn’t feel comfortable having Yuu drink possibly more than two potions a day.

Once Yuu was done eating, Crewel held up a finger, making sure he had their attention, “Don’t drink all of this like a normal potion. This is much stronger than that so I want you to sip. Understand? Sip.”

Yuu sighed, making a grabby hand motion until Crewel handed the flask over, noting how it still felt a bit warm through the glass under their fingers. Uncorking the bottle they make sure to sip the liquid as loudly as possible. Pulling it away and smiling at Crewel’s annoyed look, “Sip.”

“Enough of the sass or I won’t be sending you lunch.” Crewel collected the trash, throwing it away for them in the kitchen before walking back into the lounge, “Ortho hasn’t answered me yet about any of his findings. But, then again I think you actually managed to traumatize the poor boy. Until then, you’re sadly on house arrest, puppy. Invite who you wish, but you shouldn't roam campus how you like.”

“Fine…” Yuu slumped back onto the couch, pouting but feeling better as the potion started to take a mild effect. They do send a smile as Crewel ruffles their hair.

Crewel reminds them once more to not drink the whole bottle, Sip, giving their head another kiss before he left. As much as he’d want to stick around to make sure his favorite pup was taken care of, he was a very busy teacher and he had lesson plans to prepare for tomorrow.

The second Crewel had slammed their front door closed, they uncorked the flask again and drank the whole potion. They’d rather just deal with the full effect of the potion in one sitting instead of having to sip for hours on end or wake up from a surprise nap in pain. Crewel would understand if he came back and Yuu was in some type of medically induced coma.

Lunch rolled around, and along with it came three steady, loud knocks on the front door. Yuu blearily blinked their eyes open, yep, they passed out on the couch. Luckily they didn’t roll onto their phone, checking the time and messages before another three knocks rang out. As before, Yuu lets out a loud —bird-adjacent— call, their universal sign of approval. She giggles lightly, hearing Ace and Deuce return the call when they open the door, the sound of Riddle scolding them for making 'nonsense noises' without permission.

The Heartslabyul crew all walked into the lounge, each in casual clothing and a different level of uneasiness but smiling all the same. Cater was in the back, phone held nervously with both hands as he gave a wary eye at their prone form. Trey was calm as normal, holding a picnic basket in hand. Ace and Deuce were already in front of them, leaning down and annoying her mildly. Mainly Ace, the redhead poking at her stomach asking if she was still bleeding. Deuce hissed at him to stop, ‘What if you poke them so hard they bleed more?’

Riddle stood with an extra type of rigidity in his stance, the only give that he was uncomfortable. Even with his medical knowledge, he always found blood to be a deeply uncomfortable topic. But, he was willing to face his apprehension if it was for his younger classmate's benefit. Walking closer, Riddle clears his throat before speaking, “Apologies, Yuu. We’ve visited without a prior invite or call, but due to recent events I believe we can have a pass on that rule for now…”

Cater nods his head, but still refusing to get closer, “We were totes worried about you, sweetie. Plus the ADeuce duo over here wasn’t making things better by vague ranting in the dorm…”

The two freshmen glare over their shoulder’s at Cater. They had returned to the dorm yelling at each other the day prior, a common occurrence. What peaked the upperclassmen’s worry was the dubious context of their argument and their silence when Riddle demanded to know what had happened.

Yuu smiles, blinky slowly, still half asleep from their nap, “Sorry. In fairness I wasn’t expecting it to happen, so I was really unprepared.” Cater actually had a more familiar reaction, something Yuu wasn’t aware that she missed. The mild fear from boys the second periods were mentioned, skirting around but still ready to help out because they knew they were in danger.

Trey chuckles, looking at Cater’s nervous self from the corner of his eye. Holding up the basket he taps it lightly, “We brought you some croissants, freshly baked this morning. I can even make you a sandwich with fixings of your choice.” He wouldn’t mention the hastily compiled ‘survival guide’ Jade had sent him last night. The main point being that favored food seemed to be the only thing to keep Yuu in a relatively calm state.

“I just woke up, don’t give me choices…” Yuu whined lightly, curling into the couch but still muttered out, “You know I like croissants savory or sweet, surprise me. And thanks for bringing me lunch.”

“No problem, Yuu. I heard from Crewel you were on house arrest. So to ease his workload we’ll be watching you for the day.” He starts to walk away, calling over his shoulder, “I’ll get to making you something to eat.”

“And I’ll help him! Bye, sweetie!” Cater hurried after Trey, seeing an opportunity to run and taking it.

Ace sighed, standing up straight, “Jeeze, you’re such trouble…You can’t even be bothered to sit up while you talk to us?”

“Don’t bully them, Ace! They’re in pain!” Deuce sputters, turning to Yuu with a worried, “Wait are you still in pain, should we have brought you a potion?”

Yuu waves him off lightly, slowly patting him on the face until the worried pout loosens, “Don’t worry. Crewel brought me breakfast and a pain potion. I’m as…chill as a…cold thing…Yeah…”

“You’re still half asleep is what you are…” Ace mutters quietly, rubbing the back of his head before he looks up. He looks back down, a smirk on his face, “But, since I’m such a good friend, I’ll help around since you’re too useless to do it right now.” Waving he starts to walk toward the stairs, “I’ll go clean your room.”

Deuce jumps up, growling under his breath before he follows Ace, “You’re not slick! I know you’re just gonna nap up there! Just because Yuu isn’t using their bed, doesn’t mean you get to laze around in it!” He had run out of the room after the fleeing redhead, only to rush back in. Kneeling down he gathers Yuu into his arms in a quick hug, “Glad you’re ok, Yuu.”

“Aw…Thanks, buddy.”

Deuce releases them, running back to the stairs and his yelling fading the farther he gets.

In the silence, Yuu drifted between half asleep and simply staring into the air. They probably shouldn’t have taken the whole potion, but they’d never admit to Crewel being right. Not after they deliberately disobeyed him. While studying their hand in the open air, they notice Riddle had stayed in the room, looking more and more conflicted, “...You ok?”

“...” Riddle shifted nervously, looking to the side before he walked closer. Crouching down, he whispered, almost in fear of anyone else hearing him, “Are you really bleeding from your…vagina?”

“...” She wasn’t going to laugh, she refused to laugh. Not when Riddle was looking at them so concerned. He didn’t deserve that. She didn’t know if her face stayed straight or betrayed just how hard she was trying to not laugh, but she reached out to pat Riddle on the head, “I am…but it’s fine. Other than cramps, this doesn’t actually hurt me. No need to be all worried…”

That seemed to be enough for Riddle, the 2nd year letting out a sigh of relief before he stood back to his full height, “In that case, would you allow me to interview you?”

“Interview?”

With a wave of his pen, a notebook appeared in his hands, “You are a biological alien to us, though we seem to forget that at times… Such functions don’t happen to the people of Twisted Wonderland, it’d be any researcher's dream to study it.” Coughing into his fist he calms himself, “But, I understand if you are uncomfortable with such a thing. I only thought it’d be good to get the facts documented should something similar happen again.”

Yuu chuckles, seeing how eager Riddle was. One thing Yuu knew about Riddle, was that he loved puzzles. Researching a new topic with little information was a blind puzzle to him and he dived into research like it was a water slide. Sure he was trying to curb his enthusiasm since they were affected by an ‘alien illness’, but he just couldn’t stop how excited he was.

“I don’t mind, Riddle.”

Riddle’s nervous energy instantly passes, smiling at them before he flips the notebook open. Sitting in front of their legs on the couch, he clicked his wand to uncap the pen, “Perfect! Now, what is happening in broad terms?”

“Pussy peeling.”

Riddle sighed so hard that Yuu was worried he’d fall over dead from lack of air, “Yuu...You know I dislike that word, I’m begging you.”

Yuu giggles, a leg moving to lightly push against Riddle’s back before calming down, “I’m sorry…My Vagina is peeling, liquifying the scraps and then forcing it out of my body.”

Riddle looked ill, but I kept writing, “That sounds horrific…”

“Oh, it is.”

“What function does this process serve?”

“Baby room reno.”

“...What?”

Yuu groaned, head falling back against the armrest, trying to figure out an easier way to explain. Snapping their fingers, they point toward Riddle, “My pussy is replacing the wallpaper.”

“In no way…does that help me.”

“Aaaaaokay. Imagine your hormones, like, spend the whole month decorating a nursery. But, turns out there’s no baby. So the hormones throw a fit and decided to redo the nursery for next month. Hence…” Yuu smiles, gesturing to their stomach, “Replacing the wallpaper.”

Riddle wrote down the long-winded analogy, making sure to circle ‘Wallpaper replacement’ with a question mark beside it, “And this is normal in your world?”

“Sadly. Girls get their first period sometimes at like… 8 years old or younger.”

“Why!? That just…What is the purpose of it? I assumed this was a feature from birth, not something you just…wake up to.”

“Oh, it’s a sign that your body can make babies. It’s a hormonal change that comes packaged with puberty.”

Riddle stops writing, “You said some girls get this at 8 years old?”

“Yeah…though it’s more common around like 12 or 13. My friend got her’s when she was like 9 and she said she freaked out so hard. Her mom hadn’t had the, like, talk with her yet. So she just bled everywhere and tried to hide it.” Yuu kept rambling, recounting the stories her old friend group had shared about their first period horror stories, missing Riddle’s own dawning horror.

Yuu normally talked fondly of their old world. Funny stories with friends, and pleasant memories with their grandparents (Yuu never claimed to be an orphan. Had stated that both her parents were alive as far as she knew. She never shared a happy memory about them though). But sometimes the things they said worried them. The violence, the discrimination, the constant fear some people had to live in. The fact the people in charge would rather let their workforces starve than simply give them the rightful money earned (That bit of knowledge had even made Azul uncomfortable for a time). And now he hears that girls were ready to carry and birth children biologically? Girls, children. He’s praying that it wasn’t okay for girls so young to be engaging in such…activities, but the fact their bodies went through such a change at that age horrified him.

And a selfish part whispered that he was glad Yuu had managed to escape such a place.

Riddle manages to shake himself free of his spiraling thoughts, catching the end of Yuu's rambles.

"-And then my friend Tracy got her's in the middle of a ballet recital and she, like, bled all over the stage. Apparently, one girl was staring the whole time and tripped because of it." Yuu laughs, the sound coming out mildly choked, “Lisa…Lisa has like 3 older sisters, okay? They all got their period on the same day, so their house was super tense. Then poor lil Lisa comes out of her room crying holding her bloody bedsheet and everyone starts crying.”

Riddle looks at Yuu in worry from the corner of his eye, writing down more questions to review with Jade, “All of them at once? Would that be considered rare?” Was a period something like an overblot? The symptoms seemed to match…

“Naw, it’s common pussy ping, happens to the best of us.”

“One, stop saying that word. Two, a common what?”

Yuu nodded their head in a sage manner, eyes already drifting around the room again, “Yeah, pussy ping. It’s when you, like, sync up with other vaginas.”

“...” Riddle turns to Yuu, eyes wide in horror, “Sync up? As in…if someone’s period has started…”

“Yep.” Yuu smiles, making vague hand gestures, “If you spend enough time with another vagina, they send wifi signals to each other and sync up the calendars so that their hosts start on the same day.”

“I-Their hosts?” So a period was like an overblot. An extremely dangerous one at that if they were able to induce overblots in others simply by being around them long enough. The very thought of his own overblot resulting in the others…

“Oh yeah. The pussy is a dangerous thing. It’s acidic and can influence other vaginas to rebel.” “Wait, it’s acidic!?”

“Oh, yeah.” Yuu stretched, back popping as they sat up to look at Riddle directly, “I guess some stuff doesn’t carry over then. Yeah, my pussy is mildly acidic.”

Riddle looks down to Yuu’s covered lap, eyes panicked, “Is that healthy?” “Yeah. If your pussy juice can bleach your underwear over time, your pussy bacteria is healthy.”

Acidic was healthy. Riddle cared about Yuu, he truly did. She was like a sibling his younger self would have desperately needed to be a reason to think of how his actions affect those around him and to physically slap him for going too far. But every time he spoke to them about their natural state, he just felt intense concern. Things Yuu would joke about only made him realize that depression wore many faces, and that fact only made his worry expand to others in his dorm. Clearing his throat, Riddle edged just slightly away from Yuu’s lower anatomy, “Do you need to clean it out with soap or-”

Yuu was leaned against the back of the couch in a daze, cheek pressed into the fabric before shooting up and cutting Riddle off, “No. Nothing but clean water can go into the pussy. If you put any kinda cleaner up there it will anger the blood goddess and she will curse you and your pussy with dryness and wheat…yeast infections.”

“I- The blood goddess? You said your world didn’t have magic, who is this blood goddess!?”

“The Moon.”

…

“The…The Moon?”

“The moon controls the blood tides and demands her daughters pay for the sins of old…”

Riddle wrote down the new information, eyes wide, “Ok, let’s change the subject.”

Yuu nods, head lulling back to rest against the couch, “Periods are like…insane. Girls only like talking about them because it makes everyone else terrified.”

“I can see why…But with this affecting possibly 50% of the population, you must have had a class about it? Do you remember anything you could tell me?”

“No.”

“...No?”

“I don’t remember.”

Riddle sighs, looking at Yuu with a stern frown, “Yuu this would be much easier if you would cooperate with me-”

“No, really I don’t remember. We had the ‘puberty talk’ when I was, like, in 5th grade. We don’t review that shit until we get to Sex-Ed and I didn’t have that class yet.”

“...That sounds incredibly negligent and poorly thought out.”

“You could also opt your kid out because you don’t want them learning about sex.”

“What-”

“Those were the kids who normally end up pregnant, funny enough.”

“Childhood pregnancy isn’t funny, Yuu.”

Yuu giggled, nudging at Riddle’s back with her knee, only stopping when the 2nd year forcibly shoved her knee away from him, “It’s kinda funny. At least to laugh at the parent's stupidity, you know?”

“You’re laughing at a child getting pregnant…” Please don’t let that be a common occurrence in Yuu's world, “But, You are sexually active, aren’t you? How is that so if you’ve never had Sex-Ed?”

“The fuck kind of question is that? You’re the ghost of a sickly Victorian child who never lived to take The Dangers of Spices 101, how are you fucking Floyd?”

“It’s mandatory of Twisted Wonderland home school curriculum to teach a basic Sex-Ed course at the middle school level and you don’t need to know the details of my personal life.”

“Oh god, you had Sex-Ed with your mom.”

“Yuu-”

She waves his tone off, not at all bothered by his reddening face, “I learned from my friends. Honestly, I didn’t even know how a tampon worked until we had to make a midnight run at a sleepover one night.”

“Tampons…” Riddle writes it down, ensuring the page had plenty of space, “That’s a new term. What is it?” Jade’s notes hadn’t mentioned a ‘tampon’.

“Cotton you shove up your pussy to soak up the blood. Most of my friends used those but me and another gal named Rue liked pads better.”

Riddle nods, writing down the second word. He had heard of pads from Jade’s shared notes, and also from being manhandled by Sam’s shadows in his search for information. “I'm guessing a pad is also like a tampon, but less…invasive?”

“Yeah.” Yuu yawns, seeming to realize just how full of cotton her head was even when awake, “Though that’s mainly because I heard about what the fuck Toxic Shock was and it scared me enough to not want to use them.”

“I’m sorry, Toxic Shock? You couldn’t lead with that!?”

“Oh, right. This is like common knowledge for me so I don’t really care about it. But, Toxic Shock Syndrome is like…something that could happen if you use tampons. But it’s like super rare, to the point if you got it from a tampon? You left that thing in there for days and you deserve it because that’s just gross.”

Ok, that…that was calming at least. He wrote the new information under the Tampon page. As far as he was concerned Yuu had made a good decision, ‘Tampons’ sounded nothing but dangerous. Though Yuu had stated most of their friends preferred to use them. Maybe there was a proper method to using them that Yuu didn’t care to learn (Which honestly fit them). He reviews his notes briefly, frowning at how most of the information was concerning, “Your reproductive health is surprisingly delicate.”

“Oh, you have no idea. I could have cancer honestly.”

“What!?”

“The female anatomy is a hellscape. I could be dying right now but the cramps basically overshadow everything.” Yuu laughs, picking at her nails absent-mindedly, “There’s plenty of people who’ve, like, died from actual internal damage but they just thought it was their periods- W-whoa, Riddle are you crying?”

“No, I’m panicking!” Riddle scrambled off the couch, lifting the blanket to check Yuu directly. Or he would have if the sight of blood smeared across their inner thighs didn’t make his head swirl. The blanket drops from his hands, turning away and managing to catch himself onto his hands and knees as he dry heaved, “By the Seven, is there supposed to be that much blood!?”

“...” Yuu watches him in mild concern. But seeing how the 2nd year didn’t actually start vomiting they answered, “I think so? I might be flowing heavy since I haven’t had one in a while…”

Riddle wiped at his forehead, taking slow breaths as he stood back up, eyes roaming the floor for his dropped pen and notebook, “Heavy flow? As in the flow can change pressure? Consistency?”

“Yeah, those are words to describe it, I guess.” Yuu shrugs, head turning in the direction of the kitchen. Were Trey and Cater making the jam from scratch? What was taking the two of them so long? Looking back at Riddle, Yuu shrugs again, “To be honest I have… no idea what normal is. Honestly, no one in my world really did.” “How?”

“Dude, people were fucking terrified of periods. Before I got here? They were just now actually, like, testing pads and tampons with shit that wasn't water. Aka, not the right cunt-sistency of periods.”

Riddle gripped at his chest. The lack of common sense was baffling. These were the people in charge of that world, half the population was suffering from this illness and they couldn’t even test their sanitation products correctly, “Oh my Seven…”

“Some places were trying to ban talking about them in school, so fuck what shitty health class we had in the first place. Plus, periods can get weird, you know. Sometimes, you can like…bleed from other places.”

“What.”

“Yeah, like, from your butt or your eyes,” Yuu’s head rolls along the back of the couch, laughing as a memory resurfaces, “My friend, Chel, told us her cousin’s all came out in one piece once.”

Riddle dry heaved, stumbling back and coughing as the mental image started to form, “Trey…” He called out weakly. He was going to pass out, or vomit. Either one was wildly unwelcome at that moment.

“Apparently, it was like wet tissue just slid out of her.”

Another gag, Riddle fully turning away. The horror clear on his face unable to stop his mind.

“Yeah, her cousin sent a picture too. It looked like a bloody piece of chewed-up gum-”

“TREY!” Riddle doubled over, just barely getting his yell out, coughing as he fought against his urge to vomit. Hearing the sounds of footsteps thundering down the hall, he felt relief flood him. He couldn’t handle another minute of this, he was never good with blood. Blood was always the sign of something being deeply wrong, blood outside the body besides the need for a transfusion was never healthy. Now one of his friends was basically hemorrhaging and he had to deal with the fact it was “healthy”.

Cater and Trey rush into the room, Trey dressed in Yuu’s black ‘Shut Up and Eat’ apron with a plate of croissants gripped in his hands, “What!? Who’s dying!?”

Phone pointed in front of him, Cater films a video. If Yuu managed to kill all of them, someone would be able to find the video and know what happened to them, “Is Yuu still bleeding?”

At Riddle’s loud retch, Trey handed the plate of food to Cater. The 3rd year quickly walked over to Riddle, rubbing at his back and trying to guide him out of the lounge, “Okay, let’s get you outside. Some fresh air will help. Cater, keep Yuu company.”

Cater watches mildly stunned, Trey walking past him with his hands firmly on Riddle’s shoulders. With a plate of toasted croissant sandwiches in one hand and his still recording phone in the other Cater looked at Yuu on the couch. Their head was leaned back against the armrest, watching him with what he could only describe as a predator’s stare. Putting his phone in his pocket, Cater grabs one of the sandwiches and slowly approaches Yuu, arm outstretched as he wiggled it, “Pspspspspspspssps.”

“I can not begin to tell you what I will do to you if you don’t stop that shit right now.” The threat was empty and they both knew it. Yuu struggled to not laugh as Cater finally walked over to them normally, gently placing the plate in their waiting hands, “How fucking dare you…? I’m laying here in pain and ruining the nice towels Kalim gifted me and you’re treating me like a cat.”

“A feral cat.” Cater had eased, if only a little bit. He still wasn’t standing at an angle to let Yuu get a quick hit in, but his shoulders had finally relaxed. It helped that he knew Yuu had food now, Trey was just as confused as he was when Jade kept sending texts reflecting the importance of giving Yuu food lest they attack them in a mood swing. And now with said feral cat feeding on the still-warm sandwiches, Cater could feel a bit safer, “You’re totes a cute cat, but still feral. #Hot-Mess, #Hit-By-A-Bus, #Don’t-Bite-Me-Pwease.”

Yuu frowned, though a smile was clearly winning the fight over their expression, “Shut up…” Taking a big bite, the buttery sweet sandwich filled them with a sense of comfort. Trey’s cooking always had an odd effect Yuu found. No matter what he made it would make others feel content and full. They and the ADeuce duo would joke that Trey was using his Unique Magic to make his food replace negative emotions somehow.

Trey hadn’t answered their joke, only smiling at them and offering another pie for their hangout.

Now with a plate of warm food, Yuu was more content, almost melting into the couch and snoozing into the armrest as she hummed. In their hazy mind, Yuu could hear Cater’s chuckle. The redhead sat carefully on the armrest above their head.

“Aw, my poor rag-a-muffin froshie is having such a hard time. It really makes me wanna be a good senpai and look after you.” He sighed dramatically, tapping at his cheek as he playfully pouted, “Is this how Trey feels looking at Ace and Deuce?”

“Only if you feel a deep sense of disappointment and contempt for everything I do.”

Ace and Deuce had just entered the room, Both of them with messy hair and disheveled clothing, clearly having gotten into a scuffle before coming back downstairs. The redhead first-year scowls, clicking his tongue, “Shut up. I’ve never done a single thing wrong in my life.”

Cater snorts, trying to hide just how hard he was fighting back his laughter.

Yuu raised an eyebrow, “Did you get fucking concussed up there? You’ve done nothing right since the day you were born, and you know it.”

“Shut up, you’re lucky you’re injured! Plus, where’s Riddle and Trey?”

Deuce looked around, walking closer to Yuu to once again give them a check, “We heard Rosehearts-Senpai yelling upstairs…”

“And you just now decided to show up?” Yuu tries to shove the whole of a croissant into her mouth, seeming to not realize the issue of it not being able to fit.

Ace scoffs from the doorway, “Like we’re coming down here if he was actually mad.” He watches Yuu with a raised brow. She was just…holding the sandwich now, as though she was trying to figure out how to properly eat it.

Deuce watches in silence too, only to gently grab the sandwich from Yuu, tearing it in half before giving it back, “Yuu did you…eat anything else before we got here?”

“Yeah, papa dog brought me food…” Yuu stared at the new, smaller sandwich in hand. Half shoving it into their mouth they continued, their voice muffled, “Why do you ask?”

“...Did you have one of those gummies Sam legally doesn’t sell you?”

“Are you high!?” Cater perked up, leaning over and tilting Yuu’s head back to look into their eyes. He lets out a laugh, noticing how heavily their pupils were dilated. Well, that would also explain why Yuu seemed so calm. Cater did the same when he had lingering body aches from tending the garden. If a pain potion wasn’t available, a nice ‘chill pill’ was plenty to ease the mind and body, “Let me have one.”

Yuu huffs, nearly choking on their massive bite, “I didn’t take a gummy. I took some medicine Crewel gave me.”

Deuce leaned closer, also checking their pupils before muttering under his breath, “Was it a tranquilizer dart?”

“Naw, it was a pain potion…Like a fancy one, with a tag on it.”

…

Ace looked around the floor near the couch, eyes catching the empty bottle half hidden under the skirt of the seating. Pulling it out, he read the tag and shouted in surprise, “Dude, this like a ‘The pain is so bad I’m dying’ pain potion! Is it really that bad!?”

Deuce grabs the bottle from Ace, reading it over before handing it to Cater, “Yuu! Do you want us to take you to the hospital!? Wait, no, you don’t want to-”

“How is this empty already?”

“Huh!?” Yuu clicks back into the conversation, looking up at Cater’s concerned glance, “What do you mean how? I drunk it.”

“Sweetie, these potions are like…You can take them orally, but they’re strong enough they normally are supposed to be given via drip for a safe, lasting effect…So why is it empty already?”

“...” Yuu started to cackle, the plate of sandwiches being saved from the floor as Deuce dived to catch it as they jostled off her lap, “I fucking chugged morphine!”

“You chugged this!?”

Ace slapped his forehead, “By the Seven, you’re fucking hopeless. This period thing makes you bleed out the brain, too? You’re gonna lose what little brain cells you had to begin with.”

Yuu still chuckled, hand reaching back to bat at Cater’s fingers combing through their hair, “Fuck you, Ace. Even if I got a brain bleed, I’d still have more brain cells than you.”

“Doubtful. You’re so useless right now, you couldn’t fight your way out of a paper bag.”

Yuu’s laughter instantly stopped, smiling falling into a neutral line as their gaze snapped to Ace. The redhead’s eyes widen, fear suddenly gripping his chest at Yuu’s stare, “...Uh…”

Riddle's breathing had calmed, but now he was sitting on the steps of Ramshackle, head in his hands as he felt a headache crowning. Lifting his head he stared at his palms, as though they held the answers to his questions, “This is bad, Trey. I don’t have any other way to describe it, this is bad.”

“Riddle, calm down. We can trust Yuu to handle themselves-”

“Except, we can’t! Yuu doesn’t even have all the facts and what facts they do have may not even be right since it’s all second-hand knowledge from other uninformed minors! Not to mention they haven’t even had a proper class on the subject…By the Seven, would it even be informative? They would have dealt with this for years at that point, They probably just went on the internet and read some uncertified drivel, lord knows they won’t open a book-”

“Riddle. Breathe.” Trey grasps Riddle by one of his shoulders, shaking him lightly and thumping the 2nd year on the chest with his other hand. Something to make Riddle take more than a shallow breath in his rambles, “Like you said, Yuu’s been dealing with this for years. They know what they need and we can help by giving them access to whatever it may be.”

Now that he was taking deep gulps of air, Riddle’s anxious energy had finally died down, his stomach finally resting. He turned to Trey, worry clear in his expression, “But it’s concerning. It’s so simple, yet the difference is so obviously alien I can’t help but want to…fix it. But it’s not my place to fix it, because there’s nothing to fix and this is completely natural for them…”

“...That’s right…Riddle did something other than…the blood upset you?”

“...” He sighs, “Yuu says they have no idea about their overall reproductive health. Since they refuse to see a real medical professional and Idia isn’t going to give Ortho the permission to do intrusive body scans, we have no way of checking. They could have cancer and we’d have no way of knowing until they got sick or they died! They said this ‘period’ isn’t always a standard thing either! They could bleed out of their eyes one day and we won’t know if they were actually about to expire or if they were simply on their ‘period’!”

“...” Trey sighs, rubbing the back of his neck at the new information, “Ok, yeah, that…that is very worrying…But,” Trey turns to Riddle with a smile, trying to find the bright side, “Yuu knows their body. If something was really wrong, you know they’d at least tell Crewel about it. And…” He trails off, letting Riddle’s mind come to the conclusion itself.

“...” Yuu’s relationship with Crewel was, to most other students, blindingly trusting. The prefect would tell the teacher anything and everything if they truly felt concerned about the information. Yuu continued to trust Crewel so much since he responded to such faith with the same intensity and care. “And Crewel would physically drag them to a hospital if he truly felt their life was in danger…” He took one last deep breath, nodding at the ‘fact’.

Trey watches with a smile as Riddle gathers himself up. What was once a too-small teen curled in on himself in anxiety and physical illness stood his good friend Riddle Rosehearts, a calm and collected figure of authority.

“Ok, I feel much better now, thank you, Trey.” Riddle looks to the door, “I should finish interviewing Yuu. There was so much information Jade wasn’t able to collect regarding the physical aspect of this…”

Trey hums, opening the door for them as they walk back inside, “He did say Yuu was very hormonal during their visit. Eels noses are really sensitive so he might have been distracted in his own interview by that and the smell of blood.”

“Possibly-”

The sound of Ace yelling and a loud crash coming from the lounge sends them both sprinting. Riddle reached the archway first, nearly being rammed into the side by Trey sliding to a stop beside him, “What’s happening?” “Is anyone hurt!?” Cater chuckles from the back of the couch, phone poised in his hands to film the fight between Ace and Yuu on the ground, “Poor Ace is gonna be.”

Ace and Yuu were spread out on the ground, Yuu quickly making progress to reach at Ace’s face to slap and tug on his cheeks, “Say uncle!” He kept pushing at Yuu’s hands, face pulled into a scowl as a stray drop of blood eased down from his nose, “You bitch! You punched me!”

“You’re the one saying I couldn’t fight my way out of a paper bag! Are you weaker than a paper bag, Ace!?”

“Senpais!” Ace flips onto his stomach, reaching out to Riddle while his other arm braced against Yuu’s chest to keep them away from his face, “Help me! Cater and Yuu are bullying me and Deuce isn’t being useful!”

Deuce calls out from the other side of the fight, holding his thumb up, “I’m helping, Yuu! The hair, prefect! Pull him by the hair and slam his face into the carpet!”

“Senpai! Help!”

“...” Riddle turned away, holding his hand over his mouth, “Don’t bleed on Yuu’s rug…”

“ME!?”

Yuu cackles, finally managing to tangle their fingers into Ace’s wild hair, “Yeah, Ace! Don’t bleed on my rug!”

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secretsimpx · 11 months

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Jealousy Jealousy

The one where Satoru gets jealous.

*slight NSFW. I created a random character (Taro). Enjoyyyy! & please reblog*

It was the night of the Jujutsu high gala.

All the sorcerer schools were getting together to enjoy a night of entertainment & celebration.

Satoru had asked you to accompany him & “his students”.

You never knew exactly what his feelings for you were but the attention he gave you would make your heart skip a beat if you let your guard down.

None the less, you accepted his invitation.

While getting ready, you decided to put your hair in a fancy bun with a hair pin & wore a lilac, short, silk, bodycon dress. Fancy but not too fancy.

You usually have your hair down and having it up made you a little uncomfortable but you liked the way your shoulders & collarbones were looking.

Satoru had said for everyone to meet up at the school to be able to leave all together.

And of course you were the last one to arrive.

Satoru is an expert at masking his feelings but when he saw you he almost folded.

He loved the way your neck, chest & collarbones were exposed & that dress looked phenomenal on the curves of your body. The makeup was also on point, it enhanced all your beautiful qualities without overdoing it.

He was speechless & Satoru is never speechless.

“Hey guys! You all look so great” you exclaimed

“Hey y/n!” Yuji replied

“Omg you look so good too! I love your dress!” Of course Nobara had to comment on your outfit.

While everyone was greeting each other, Satoru just watched in silence.

“You ok?” You asked him

He smiled “never better! Lets get going shall we?”

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Seeing all the teachers & students dressed nice & having a good time was such a breath of fresh air.

You were by the bar chatting with Utahime, Ijichi & a few of the other students when a random man approached you & touched your hand.

You pulled back in shock.

“Oh! Excuse me… I am so sorry!” He exclaimed

“I thought you were someone I knew”

He was tall, dark hair, dark eyes and a sorcerer, but you have never met him before.

“Sorry… I think you got the wrong person” you replied with confusion while looking at Utahime & Ijichi for clarity.

“The names Taro” he says while extending his hand.

“(Y/n)” You give him your hand hesitantly.

“Please forgive my boldness but can I just say how beautiful you look…” he exclaimed

“I’m not a stylist or anything but I love the look of the hair in a bun… it really accentuates the neck & collarbones”

You were a bit taken aback but his boldness but you felt your cheeks flush and he noticed

At this point, Utahime & Ijichi walked away to let you do your thing, but someone else wasn’t too far away listening to what’s going on.

“Thank you, you’re too kind” you replied flustered.

“I’ve heard good things about you, (y/n). You really know how to stand out amongst all these sorcerers”

“Oh really? Then how did you confuse me for someone else?”

He chuckled

“Clever, you got me. I just needed an excuse to approach you”

you felt your cheeks getting hotter “why would you want to approach me?”

“To get to know you”

“Seems like you know a lot about me”

“I know the surface. I would like to know more” he said while passing you a drink from the bar.

While enjoying a conversation with this stranger you just met, you feel someone behind you.

You feel a 6’7, white haired man with sunglasses stand behind you.

“Taro!” Satoru exclaims

“I haven’t seen you in a while”

“Hello Satoru” Taro seems annoyed by his presence.

“I see you’ve met my colleague, (y/n)”

Satoru feels the liberty & puts his arm around your shoulders.

“Isn’t she great?”

“She is, I was just telling her how beautiful she looked” Taro replied with a dominant voice.

He seemed bothered with Satoru putting his arm around you.

There was an awkward few minutes of silence before Taro got the hint from Satoru.

“Well, it was nice chatting with you (y/n), but I see you’re wanted else where. Here’s my card.”

He hands you his card and Satoru slightly tilts his head to look at it over his glasses.

“Feel free to reach out” he winks at you & walks away.

Satoru snatches the card out of your hand.

“Ooooo cuteee you got someone’s number”

“Shut up Satoru” you say while snatching the card back.

You proceed to walk away from him but he follows you.

“He’s cute right?” He taunts you

“You’re embarrassing” you reply while making your way to the ladies room.

“Are you upset?”

“What’s your deal? You can’t just interrupt conversations like that!”

“Didn’t really seem important. You looked bored. I came to save you”

“I wasn’t bored”

You open the door the the bathroom & walk inside in hopes to get rid of Satoru, but to your surprise he walks inside.

“Satoru, you can’t be here. Get out” you say as you turn to face him

“You like him?”

His tone changed from taunting to serious

There was no one in the bathroom, thank goodness, but the intimidating energy coming from Satoru could fill the whole room.

“Do you?” He asked again

He was getting closer towards you & you were backing up.

“I…” you stutter “I don’t know”

“Seemed to me like you did”

“And what if I did?” You crossed your arms a challenged the man in front of you.

“He made a move because he found me attractive…. That’s what you do when you like or want someone”

You said this with the intention of him getting the hint. The relationship between you & Satoru has always been up in the air. Mostly because of him and you were tired of him not making a move but also not letting you go.

Satoru let out a chuckle and began to walk closer to you.

You attempted to stand your ground but before you knew it, your back was up against the wall & Satoru was towering over you.

“How’s this for a move?”

He bent down and took your lips into his.

One hand on your waist and the other finding balance on the wall behind you.

You were in shock at the bold move but wow were you excited this was happening. You waited so long for this moment and you were not gonna let it pass.

Your hands cupped his large face and you felt so small but so good.

Praying that no one walks in, you indulged in his kiss.

The hand that was on the wall found your lower back & he pulled you in tighter. The hand on your waist was now going to your thighs.

He squeezed your thigh as a sign for you to lift it up and you obeyed.

You wrapped one leg around him and his hand started going up your dress.

He squeezed your ass and you let out a small, breathy moan.

Now his kisses were going down your neck and you were so overwhelmed that you can finish just with this.

But before anything could go further, his phone rang.

Leaving you cold turkey.

He let out a frustrated exhale.

“Sorry babe… we’ll finish this later”

You were disappointed but excited because This wasn’t over.

Satoru gave you another smooch and headed out of the bathroom but suddenly stopped & turned around.

“I almost forgot..”

He walked up to you, grabbed the pin in your hair & let your hair loose.

“Keep your hair loose for me, yeah?”

And with that, He put the pin in his pocket & walked out.

#jujutsu kaisen #anime #fanfic #gojo satoru #jjk gojo #jujutsu gojo #gojo satoru x reader #satorugojo #gojou satoru x you #gojou satoru smut #gojo headcanons #gojo x you #gojo fluff #gojo x y/n #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu megumi #jujutsu nobara #jujutsu geto #jujutsu sukuna

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loveemii · 4 months

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𝐎𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐀𝐭𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭!

𝐈𝐧𝐨𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐞 𝐱 𝐀𝐟𝐚𝐛 - 𝐡𝐜𝐬 (i’m so sorry this is late ToT)

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• When Inosuke realized that he had romantically had feelings for you he immediately went to Tanjiro and Zenitsu for help (Zenitsu ended up giving him lessons on how to give romantic gestures)

• It took Ino sometime to get used to a person who was the exact opposite from him; he is very hyperactive all the time as well as very touchy, as you; you’re calm and shy overall very introverted

• Inosuke forgets a lot of things including peoples names very easily; but he remembered yours, it was the only name he could remember besides his own

• It took you a while to get comfortable around him but once you did you were talking more and laughing all together; occasionally Inosuke would introduce you to roughhousing but he was more gentle with you and tried his very hardest not to touch your ass or boobs (ofc it’s an inosuke thing)

• When he did “accidentally” grab your breast once he just looked at you through his mask not moving his hand and he slowly moved his arm away from you; you were blushing like crazy and it drove him insane, “Sorry..” he mumbled and you accepted his apology

• You two started dating when Inosuke brought you your favorite flowers and a rock that was the color of your eyes. “For you, and this rock!” Inosuke shouted in excitement; when he gave you your gift he took off his boars mask; when you did start to date him he would take it off even more then a few minutes out of the day.

• After almost a month you kissed Inosuke’s lips and he always wanted kisses afterwards; he was addicted to it, any chance he gets he’s pressing his lips on yours.

• Pda is a must for Inosuke. You don’t mind it at all unless he overdoes it but he never does; he absolutely loves holding your hand or putting an arm around your waist in public and small kisses occasionally he’ll make out with you for a good 5 seconds which gives you adrenaline 100% in the best way possible

• He knows you’re a very shy person so he does anything in his power to make sure you’re feeling comfortable and safe; when he noticed someone scolding you over a item at a shop once he didn’t hesitate to jump into action

“What do you think you’re doing!? Can’t you see she’s buying that? Idiot!”

• Right after shouting at the person causing you trouble he’d wrap his arm around your waist and pay for what you wanted, anytime he saw the person out of the store afterwards he’d give them the nastiest glare

+ spicy!

• At first when things started to get heated Inosuke would love to make out with you anywhere and everywhere, although you were shy you tuned out everything else and melted into his kisses

• But when the two of you were alone he’d be so so so addicted to hearing your whimpers as he kissed n sucked all over your neck making you feel weak, it was like a drug to him

• Things started to get more interesting when you began to give him hickeys now; it was sexy enough that he gave you marks but when you did it to him oh man; he was a whining mess

“D-damn it..!” Inosuke would gasp as you surprised him with another kiss.

• Alright now; things quickly were beginning to become even more heated in the best way ofc. Inosuke would insert his middle and index finger inside of your wet pussy; he’d only thrust slowly but went deep as he knew you didn’t like these intimate moments to be rough

• When you did get more comfortable you let him taste you and he was addicted to the taste of you, always almost every night he’d ask to have another taste

• Now occasionally after those moments he’d ask for a handjob and man oh man he didn’t think you’d be so talented in such a skill, he would always buck his hips up from time to time trying his very best not to be too rough

• Blowjobs, you thought to yourself one night; “I should taste him? I really want it in my mouth” But hey; you’d never ever say a thing like that out of your mind

• When you first brought it up to him he was super excited and well his uniform was already off; you obviously had never done this before so you bobbed your head slow but licked his tip and spit on it a few times to get it even more wet

• The sound of his tip choking your throat made him go absolutely feral, he wanted to hear you choke even more on his amazing girthy cock! And so he’d go deeper but slower so he’d make sure not to hurt you; you never minded in fact; you loved it especially when he’d tangle his hands in your hair

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again i am so sorry this is very, very late. but i hoped it was worth the wait lol ><

- please excuse any spelling or grammar mistakes, thank you

p.s. i had to add some spicy parts cause i honestly wanted it too ToT

#demon slayer #kny inosuke #demon slayer inosuke #inosuke hashibira #inosuke x reader #inosuke hashiriba #kimetsu inosuke #anime fanart #inosuke imagines #inosuke fluff #inosuke smut

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kitty-tea · 2 months

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Can you write a smut story with cedric where the reader is shy, introvert and not very bold (the complete opposite personality of the reader from your other cedric story) and cedric is a gentlemanly soft dom?

I'm going through a edric obsession rn and I read your other story. It was really good and well written, but I'm nothing like the reader in it, so I couldn't relate to it 🥲.

New girl

Link to masterlist

Cedric Diggory x Muggle!reader

Summary: Cedric notices a new girl in town.

Hi sorry this is so late I started this story shortly after receiving the request in my inbox but then I kept having to rewrite and re-edit every time because I wasn’t happy with how my story was turning out, but I’m finally done!

I thought it’d be interesting to write a fanfic about Cedric with a Muggle!reader since I’ve never read any before

Warnings: NSFW, smut, oral sex, nipple play, pet names, shy!reader, might contain typos, p in v sex, all characters are of age, 18+ only!

After telling his parents his plans for the day, Cedric headed out to the same familiar coffee shop in town he’d gone to since before he could remember. He expected nothing but the same tables, chairs, customers, and workers when he walked into the cafe. What he wasn’t expecting was a new employee, you.

He could see you wiping the counter, too focused on your task to notice him until he said hello. You let out a gasp. Apparently, you were one to get startled easily. You had on a black Henley top paired with matching black leggings, and your hair was in a bun that was as big as the cinnamon rolls in the pastry case with some hair left framing your blushing face.

“H-Hi, how can I help you?” Cedric thought that little tremble in your voice complemented so well with this adorable shyness you were displaying.

“I’ll take a latte and a slice of peach pie. For here.” He said, sounding cool and confident.

After you rang up his order, he took a seat not far from the counter. It was a small cafe, with enough room for only about five tables to be lined up. With there being no other customers inside, he was able to savor the silence that was occasionally broken by the sounds you made with your footsteps as you worked behind the counter.

As you brought out his food and drink, you gave him what looked to be a half smile, but it wasn’t a type of rude or lazy half-smile. It was more of a customer service smile that you weren’t trying to overdo.

“Here you go sir,” you set the plate and cup down, careful not to mess up the heart that was crafted onto the latte. Cedric thought that you did a lovely job on it, and he wanted to let you know.

“Thank you. It’s a lovely heart by the way.” He smiled.

“Oh, I’ve only just started working here a few weeks ago.” You fidgeted with your sleeves and the hem of your little apron around your waist.

“You must be new in town.” He guessed, more like stated.

“How did you know?”

“I’ve lived here my whole life. I don’t meet new people everyday.” He said. “My name’s Cedric, what’s yours?”

As quickly as you looked into his eyes and told him your name, your eyes went back to where they were looking at originally.

“Thanks again,” He tried making eye contact with you to ease you up, but it apparently had the opposite effect as you kept looking down and nodded before retreating to the counter.

Cedric was used to girls at school throwing themselves at him and following him around like a lost puppy. Now it was his turn to be the lost puppy.

Cedric told himself that he wasn’t technically stalking you since he liked to go to that particular cafe since before you started working there. It was his little routine during the summer holidays for him to sometimes walk over there and get breakfast. It also happened that he noticed that you were there almost every weekday for the opening shift.

It caught him by surprise when he was taking a late afternoon walk around town and he saw you coming out of the cafe after it was scheduled to close. You huffed as your purse fell from your shoulder. Before you could bend down to pick it up, Cedric had it in his hand, ready to hand it over to you.

“Thank you.” You said as your eyes met his. “It’s Cedric, right?”

“Yeah, you remembered my name.” He let the corners of his eyes crinkle in its own way of smiling. “You just got done closing?” He asked, pointing to the sign that said “closed” just because he loved to awkwardly point out the obvious in front of a pretty girl.

“I had to cover for someone today. Normally, I work the opening shift.” You were still holding onto that habit of occasionally looking down while in his presence.

“I see.” He nodded. He had to come up with another question to keep you talking. “How do you like it here?”

“It’s nice and quiet. Although I’ve seen some strange families around here.” Strange families? He knew exactly which strange families you were referring to because he was a part of one of them.

“Not that there’s anything wrong with people who are different. They’re what makes this town unique.” You said quickly, as if you were worried you insulted his hometown.

“Yeah, I pretty much grew up with this entire town, I know what you mean.” Cedric said. He then reminded himself that he got so distracted by talking to you that he forgot that you had to get home. “Sorry if I’m holding you up. It was nice talking to you. I’m sure you have to get home.”

“It’s okay. I was actually going to the park.”

“Me too.” No he wasn’t. “Maybe we can go there together?”

“Really? I wouldn’t want to impose.” You looked down at your worn out shoes.

On the short walk to the park, you and Cedric talked and got to know each other. He told you all about his life except for the part about him being a wizard and how he used to attend a magical boarding school while you told him about how you and your parents moved here from a big city after you had finished school.

As the first sign of sundown became visible, you and Cedric said your goodbyes to each other, but before you could leave, he asked you, “Would you like to go out with me sometime this week? Like on a date?” He assumed from your conversation with him that you had no current boyfriend, so the chances of you saying yes were increased. Unless, he was wrong and some other guy had asked you out already which he would feel down about if it were true.

“Are you sure you want to go out with me?” You started fidgeting with your sleeves, blushing.

“Absolutely.” He brushed a strand of hair out of your face, making you look up at him. He wanted to melt as soon as you made eye contact with him, showing the sparkle in your eyes.

“What time do you get off work?” Cedric asked.

“At one.” You said.

“Perfect. I’ll meet you there tomorrow.” He cupped your cheek in his large hand and placed a light kiss there.

As he was laying in bed, Cedric looked out at the dark ceiling above him. The last thing he remembered before closing his eyes was that he was thinking about your beautiful smile and how couldn’t wait to see it again.

A couple months had passed in his new relationship and Cedric dreaded having to be subjected to his parents’ questioning about how he was going to tell you he was a wizard, or if he’d already told you which was why he didn’t bother telling them he was seeing someone. He knew when the time was right, he’d tell you everything you needed to know about him. You had given him no reason to feel as if you’d judge him no matter what. He was lucky you weren’t one of those nosey girls to pester him about meeting his family or ask of any secrets he might be hiding.

The day did come when he felt ready to tell his parents that he was seeing a Muggle. Of course they knew he was seeing someone. It’s a parent’s job to know everything about their kids, so it was inevitable that they’d want to meet you.

It was on one of your days off that Cedric invited you to lunch in his home with his parents.

He had warned you his parents were a bit unusual themselves, but you assured him not to worry. What he didn’t tell you was that they were the way they were because they were wizards who weren’t very knowledgeable about Muggles.

As soon as you hopped off your bike in front of Cedric’s house, you noticed the lack of cars in the driveway, something you weren’t used to seeing in front of other homes, but you brushed it off.

You were happy meeting his parents was without a hitch. Mr. and Mrs. Diggory told you what a delight you were to have around as well as saying you seemed like the right girl for Cedric.

After his parents left to go attend to magical business (not that you needed to know what it was) Cedric was alone with you in his bedroom.

“What’s this, Cedric?” You asked as you pointed to a Mooncalf plushie he forgot to hide in his closet. His eyes widened even more than the plushie’s as realization sunk into him.

“It’s… just something I drew as a kid and my parents made it into a toy.” He came up with that excuse.

“It’s so adorable! I love how big its eyes are! Can I hold it please?” You begged. He didn’t see any harm in it. It wasn’t like you stumbled upon the real thing.

Once he nodded in approval, your smile widened as you grabbed the toy off the bookshelf and wrapped your arms around it.

“Aww, I wish this was a real animal, don’t you?” Cedric thought you looked adorable when you were mesmerized like you were at that moment.

Of course they’re real. They’re magical creatures called Mooncalves. He wanted to tell you.

“But you’re real. And way cuter than that thing.” He took the plushie out of your hands as he placed it back into its proper place before stepping forward and encircling his hands around your waist. You blushed at the close proximity of your faces before the both of you felt your lips being pulled to each other’s.

As you continued making out with Cedric, you started to feel a dull ache between your thighs that only got stronger.

It was only when he heard a soft moan come out of your mouth that he pulled away and looked at your flushed face.

“Do you want to take this further?” He asked, searching all over your face for any sign of discomfort. It wasn’t that you were uncomfortable, you were shy and unsure of how to proceed with what was going on, but you still felt like you could trust Cedric.

After giving him consent by nodding your head, he led you to his bed where your back hit the soft mattress. A tiny whimper escaped you as you felt what you assumed was his erection bumping against your clit through the thin cotton of your shorts, sending a powerful, tingling sensation throughout your body.

“Does that feel good, Sweetheart?” Cedric’s deep voice brought you back from your pleasure-induced mini-trance. “I can give you more.”

“O-Okay.” Your response came out as a choked out whisper. Cedric was a patient person. He took his time admiring how sweet you looked as he slid each piece of clothing off your body until he unhooked your bra, which made you instinctively cover yourself.

“Don’t hide yourself from me, please.” His voice sounded like a gentle plea as he pried your arms off your chest. “You’re beautiful. I want to give them the love they deserve.” He cupped his large hand around one of your breasts, giving it a light squeeze.

You let your eyelids close as he continued massaging both of your breasts, giving them equal attention until you felt something warm and wet around one of your hardened nipples. The sensation of your nipple being sucked on felt too good for you to keep quiet.

The sweet little noises coming out of your pretty mouth did nothing to soothe the painful erection restricted in Cedric’s clothes. He needed more, and he could sense you did too.

With a plop, his mouth left your nipple, and you opened your eyes, a noise between a breathless sigh and a moan leaving you.

“How about I take off my clothes? Would that make you feel better?” Cedric asked as he ran the back of his pointer finger over your heated cheek. You nodded.

How could he say no to your cute face with your lips pouted looking like you were ready to suck on his cock?

You watched him like he was the most exciting thing in the world as he stripped off his T-shirt and jeans, revealing his muscles. He gave you a brief smile before hooking his fingers beneath the band of his underwear and pulling them down.

You couldn’t stop yourself from gasping, your eyes going wider than they’d ever been, making Cedric smirk at the effect he had on you.

He intertwined his fingers through your hair as he used his other hand to guide your face upwards until you were in a kneeling position with his dick in front of your face, less than an inch away from your lips.

“Come on, Sweetheart, let me see those pretty lips suck me off.” You let another soft gasp escape you as he put his thumb on your bottom lip slowly prying your mouth open.

He couldn’t comprehend how he so badly wanted to just lose it right there and shove his dick straight into your warm mouth and feel your throat closing and gagging around him. That wasn’t going to happen now because he reminded himself that he had to be patient with you and let you adjust and get comfortable, something he was also willing to do, reveling in your innocence and shyness.

“That’s it, good girl.” He praised you as you reached out with your tongue to lick the tip before wrapping your lips around it completely. “Just like that. You can go deeper if you’re ready.”

The feeling of having a cock inside your mouth was completely new to you, but it wasn’t unpleasant. You took a few experimental licks before deciding you enjoyed how the round tip felt on your tongue. You were curious and excited to find out how the rest of him would feel, so you wasted no time in running your tongue along the entire length, eliciting a deep groan from him.

“Was that good?” Your voice squeaked out, the loud plop of your lips disconnecting from him bringing him out of his thoughts.

“It was perfect.” Even though he didn’t get to cum, Cedric told himself it was okay. Maybe next time. He had already made up his mind about wanting to do this with you again.

“Why don’t I take a turn and make you feel good this time?” He ran his fingers through your hair before letting them trail along your neck before pushing you back towards the pillow you previously propped up against.

“I can take these off.” His thumb circled along the front of your panties before feeling your clit through the cotton. “I really want to see all of you.”

You were quickly starting to get dizzy from the pleasure of having Cedric rubbing the swollen, aching nub between your legs. The only thing on your mind at that moment was how good it felt to have that soft pressure on that sensitive area.

Cedric couldn’t get enough of staring at the blissed out expression on your face. He knew he was experienced enough with his fingers to be able to make you cum just from that if he wanted to.

Instead, he pulled his fingers away just before tugging your panties down, letting the delicate material glide along your soft thighs before tossing them in the same pile as your other clothes.

Before you could think about closing your legs, Cedric grabbed one of your ankles and maneuvered it so that his torso was between your thighs.

One look was all it took to know your pussy was already wet and eager for him to insert something into it. He could start small with one finger and add more until he stretched you out good enough before you were ready.

“How does this feel?” He asked you as he inserted his pointer finger into your hole.

“I want more… please?” It took him by surprise to hear how needy, but small your voice sounded, but he was more than eager and willing to fulfill your wants, so he added a second finger and curled it upwards.

That was when your eyes widened and your mouth started to twitch around a high-pitched whimper.

“Right there! Please!” You pleaded for him to give you more of that pleasurable sensation with his fingers, but unfortunately he pulled away, making you gasp at the new emptiness.

“Is this all for me?” Cedric asked as he brought his fingers to your face. Your wet and sticky juices coated them, its shine and gloss thick, making his fingers almost look like a sweet treat. It might as well have been just that for Cedric, having popped them into his mouth. You watched in awe as he licked off every drop of your arousal from his fingers without breaking eye contact with you.

“Darling, I think it’s time both of us give each other pleasure.” He smiled at you as he leaned forward, using one arm to prop himself up as he nudged the tip of his hard cock against your folds.

“Don’t you agree?” His deep voice whispered through your ear, making you melt as you lazily nodded along.

Holding onto the soft flesh of your hips, Cedric sheathed himself inside of you.

“Oh bloody hell, you feel so good.” He grunted as he felt your walls squeezing around him. “You’re doing so well.”

With his encouragement, you were prompted to become more responsive as you started to pant and moan louder with each thrust that became quicker. That was when you felt a pressure inside you start to build up.

To make that pressure even more intense, Cedric started rubbing your clit in circles. Your body was so close to convulsing around his dick at this point. It couldn’t have been more than ten seconds that you had shut your eyes as the pleasure overtook your entire body, and you saw stars behind your eyelids.

“Oh my God… Cedric!” You gasped. “I just finished…” You ended the sentence with a whisper.

“I’m almost there too, Angel.” He said to you with that same hushed tone as he continued to thrust into you with the same deep but measured pace as before until he gripped the pillow next to your head. A loud grunt left his throat as he bit his lip.

As if he had momentarily lost control of himself and regained it, he slipped out of you before he stroked himself one last time.

You looked down at your breasts and stomach where he had spilled himself and then up above you where he was catching his breath.

He let his head hang low above your shoulder, while your fingers glided over his back once. He returned the action except this time his agile fingers started at your cheek then your neck and shoulder before ending at the curve of your waist. He continued this a handful of times, seeing as how it seemed to soothe you, compelling your eyelids to shut slowly.

When a couple of minutes had passed without a peep from you and Cedric was absolutely sure you were asleep, he dug his wand out from his bedside drawer before casting a spell, cleaning the both of you up before tucking you under the blanket and joining you with his arm around you.

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theladyheroine · 4 months

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Unexpected OTP Pairings ✨

❥ Okay I know Valentine’s Day was last week! Almost two weeks ago! But recently I’ve been wanting to branch out a bit with my blog writing, & writing prompts are something I love a lot! So, I’m trying something new & came up with a few OTP ideas! I hope you enjoy, thank you & have fun!

❥ F x M writing prompts! I didn't specify who is who though so everyone can read!

Former! Villain x Superhero

Not even a real villain, just some dumb person who steals things but is actually really nice in real life! But when a superhero comes to stop them, they instantly fall in love! Seriously has heart eyes & doesn't pay any attention to the hero’s grand pre-fight speech.

Or doesn’t put up a fight at all, just hands them the stolen goods & escapes. Leaving Hero completely confused as the Villain they were supposed to stop didn’t even bother fighting, which is still good but they’re still confused.

After this, the Villain now decides to become a Superhero!! To not only impress their new crush but also because they've always really wanted to be one anyways! It was just the push they needed.

Cue them now running the streets in a completely different outfit trying their best to stop the bad guys! Usually, it doesn’t end well though: they’ll trip over the air & let them escape, or maybe just show up late to the fight & it’s already over.

It’s even worse when their Hero crush joins the fray, and then they’re really clumsy or just start sputtering like an old car. Their former henchmen, now turned sidekicks, try to console them as they lay on the couch completely embarrassed by their feats.

Oooooor, they are super confident & much better at being a superhero than they ever were being a Villain. Maybe this confidence goes to their head a bit & will literally try flirting with Hero on the battlefield! Hero gets a bit embarrassed sometimes & their other super-friends tease them about it. If this does happen, Hero might end up trying to run away from the former Villain in an effort to focus on their job. But it just ends up being really funny to watch.

Bonus: They have opposite powers or maybe one has no powers at all.

Dashing Thief x Friendly! Detective

I'm sorry this one is a bit short!

A notorious thief with a heart of gold who only ever steals from bad guys & acts more as a Robin Hood character than any. Hardly ever keeps anything for themselves; just struts around after dark on the lookout for anything suspicious. Not one person has been able to catch them & their identity remains a mystery. Would be cool if they were a nobleman/woman or had some kind of big fancy hideout.

The detective is actually their friend/partner (maybe)! The good egg who actually sees the thief’s true intentions instead of just mucking around in a Halloween costume. Although they're pretty ticked at the way Thief does things, they usually keep their coworkers & the boss off Thief's trail. Maybe a newbie or an intern at the detective agency, determined to prove themselves on the field.

Maybe they met as civilians & the thief switched to a disguise to hide from authorities, but bumped into the detective who was out on a coffee break. It was love at first sight for both of them, so cute! 😆 They do a lot of coffee dates now, but sometimes Detective overdoes it.....

One is the brains, and the other is the brawn. Together they can get any job done! The Detective’s coworkers find it strange how the Thief shows up more often when they're specifically on the job. The Boss is suspicious but sometimes finds them cute.

Often swing by each other’s places to not only hangout but help each other with cases or special kinds of info. If the Thief has any sidekicks, no doubt they’ll spill funny stories of missions gone wrong or close calls.

Stealing each other's hats and impersonating the other one for fun, then cue a playful chase scene around the room! So cute!

Dragon x Wizard

I know some people like fantasy stuff!

A dragon is resting in their cave until they hears footsteps at the entrance. But instead of finding a grumpy old knight, they find a wizard! Maybe the Wizard was exploring the caves nearby or on a journey to the next town, but instead of feeling scared or angry, they started fangirling/fanboying over the dragon instead! 😆

Likes to ask them all sorts of questions & sometimes can’t stop talking. Now Wizard can come whenever they like & the two become friends!

The Wizard visits whenever they can, showing off all sorts of new spells or potions they've created. Even though it might not be as impressive as their fire, the Dragon still finds it cool & applauds.

The Dragon will always try to impress their wizard friend with tall tales of each piece of treasure. How they got it, where they found it, if they fought anyone over it, etc. But sometimes those stories are exaggerated…

The Wizard will be in absolute awe at the Dragon’s stories & can’t help but be a complete chatterbox about it. Asking more questions about different things like how their magic works, how they can fly with all that extra weight, or if they can learn a fire-breathing spell from them instead—

If the Wizard lives in a tower then the Dragon will visit just as frequently! Usually it’s in the early morning or during sundown when there are fewer people around. But if the Wizard lives in a town or city, it might take some time for the Dragon to come around. It’s not that they don’t care, but dragons are more solitary creatures. They likely won’t be found anywhere other than their own home or nearby.

Either way, they enjoy each other's company & the dragon likes to ask questions about different thingamabobs on the Wizard's shelves.

They can both be pretty clingy but that’s sometimes a bit tough to handle because the poor wizard has to be extra careful pouring bottles or waving their wand around if a pair of arms are wrapped around them. Doesn’t mind but sometimes will complain if their partner won’t stay still.

Extra Duo!

Since I loved the superhero one a lot I thought of another one: what if a Hero’s Sidekick & a Villain’s Henchman fall in love! They end up sneaking out on rooftops for dates or waving/winking at each other on the battle field. The Henchman does end up giving Sidekick any tips about their next plan.

Cue the Villain throwing a tantrum in their lair wondering why the Hero is always one step ahead of them. 😅

They like to hangout in civilian settings together! Bonus if they found out on accident lol

If their Bosses end up finding out it’s like sneaking back into your house at night, but then the Hero/Villain turns the lights on in their pajamas like “Where were you?? I thought you were asleep!”

Bonus if the Henchman or both villains become heroes at the end!

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bloody-bee-tea · 6 days

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June of (minimal) Doom 2024 Day 7 - What happened?

Warning for abuse and referenced child abuse.

Satoru curses as he slowly makes his way to Suguru’s apartment. His ribs hurt like a bitch and even though by now he knows the difference between broken and bruised he still had Shoko check him out for any worse injuries. She declared him healthy apart from the bruises, and even though Satoru could tell from her look that she wanted to ask, she had kept quiet.

It had been a while since Satoru needed her to check him out after a visit to his family and that fact wasn’t lost on Shoko either. Of course she’d be curious.

Satoru hadn’t said anything though and so she had sent him on his merry way with just a few painkillers. He had already taken two at her place and Satoru was under strict instruction not to overdo it with them, but he had to admit that the rattling sounded real tempting right about now.

Breathing was hard.

Satoru really had forgotten just what a bitch bruised ribs are and he could have done without the reminder.

Still, he sets one foot in front of the other, because he’s already late to his meeting with Suguru and he absolutely refuses to cancel it outright, injuries or not.

Satoru does eventually make it to Suguru’s apartment, letting himself in with the key Suguru gave him a few years back and instantly, all the stress falls off him. His ribs barely hurt anymore, either, that’s the kind of effect this apartment–Suguru’s home–has on him.

“Welcome home!” Suguru calls out from what sounds like his bedroom and Satoru briefly closes his eyes against the traitorous stinging.

“I’m back,” he calls back, as if he was living here, as if this was his apartment too, and with how much time he spends here it might as well be.

“And only half an hour late,” Suguru says with a smile as he comes around the corner—that, too, is one well-practiced dance between them—and Satoru gives him a sheepish grin.

He wants to say that he would have been on time if he hadn’t made a detour to see Shoko but then Suguru would ask about that and Satoru can’t have that. He’s not going to explain his injuries to Suguru any more than to Shoko.

“Sorry.” Satoru says apologetically as he toes off his shoes, glad that this is completely the norm for him.

Bending down to properly untie his shoes might have just killed him today and so this really is the best he can do.

“Satoru,” Suguru sighs out, clearly disappointed but in a way that speaks of utter defeat because he knows Satoru is never ever going to properly untie his shoes.

Why would he, if he has Suguru who does it for him?

“Just leave them,” Satoru says, even though the fact that Suguru is bending down to undo the laces on his shoes and properly put them away is going to make things so much easier when Satoru has to leave again.

“I won’t,” Suguru gives back, and this is practiced as well.

Suguru has been cleaning up after Satoru for years at this point, after all, and much to Satoru’s amazement—and never-ending gratitude—he doesn’t seem to be tired of it yet.

“You’re such a mess,” Suguru then says, a fond smile on his face and Satoru allows himself to lean forward, until he can rest his forehead against Suguru’s shoulder.

It makes breathing easier for a few seconds, because Suguru is there, Suguru is warm and Suguru is slightly hugging him. Honestly, Suguru is all the good things wrapped in one and how could Satoru ever let his family bad-mouth him.

“Ready for the movie?” Suguru asks after a long moment and Satoru forces himself to move away from Suguru, covering his slight wince up with a blinding smile.

“Absolutely,” he decides because this is something he has looked forward to almost the entire day—and especially when his father had really laid it in on him—and so he impatiently drags Suguru over to the living-room.

Everything is set up already, because of course it is, and with a sigh Satoru sinks down on the couch.

“Are you okay?” Suguru asks with a frown as he sits down next to Satoru who lets out a weary sigh.

“Peachy,” he says, and since he’s not even trying to hide the fact that he’s lying, it’s no surprise that Suguru frowns at him.

“What’s wrong?” he wants to know, one hand reaching out to lightly circle around Satoru’s wrist as if the physical contact could tell him what’s wrong with Satoru.

“Just—it’s been a long day,” Satoru sighs out, and then pushes and prods Suguru until he’s scooted all the way over to the end of the couch.

“Satoru, what the hell,” Suguru complaints but he doesn’t do anything to stop Satoru and instead moves easily to where he wants him.

As soon as Satoru deems Suguru positioned enough, he carefully twists around even though his ribs protest the move vehemently, and he lays down, his head in Suguru’s lap.

“I just want to stay like this,” Satoru says, blinking up at Suguru, who puts a hand into his hair almost instinctively.

“Satoru, are you sure everything’s okay?” Suguru asks, quieter this time and Satoru closes his eyes and turns his head until he can hide his face in Suguru’s stomach.

“I’m just tired,” Satoru mutters, feels how Suguru breathes and thinks he could die happily right here.

There’s a brief silence before Suguru lets out a sigh.

“Alright, fine,” he agrees, clearly not believing Satoru, but evidently deciding against pushing it for today and Satoru is grateful for it.

He’s certain that Suguru is going to keep a close eye on Satoru for the entire night, in case he can spot anything out of the norm, but that only means that Suguru’s attention will wholly be on Satoru, which is something he absolutely doesn’t mind.

Satoru’s ribs are aching something fierce now, pounding in time with his heartbeat and Satoru forces himself to relax, to melt into the couch.

It would probably be better if he could put some ice on them, but he can’t ask for that without having to come clean to Suguru and there is no way in hell he’s going to do that.

Suguru doesn’t need to know what happened, because it would only make him worry again, it would make him beg Satoru to stop talking back to his family and that is something Satoru is not going to do.

Sure, he got good at it, taking whatever insult his family hurls at him without arguing back, without provoking them into beating him, but this is something he can’t stay quiet about.

It’s fine if his family degrades him, but Satoru won’t allow them to do the same to Suguru, there’s no way in hell. If he has to take his father’s fists for it again, then so be it, but he’s not going to stay quiet when they hurl abuse at Suguru.

“You’re going to miss the movie like this,” Suguru mutters, his hands scratching at Satoru’s scalp and if he really wants Satoru to pay attention, then he shouldn’t be doing this.

“It can be a podcast,” Satoru gives back, arching into Suguru’s touch as if he’s a cat and it makes Suguru chuckle.

“Sure, whatever you say,” he indulgingly says and continues his movement even as the movie begins to play.

“Thank you,” Satoru whispers, and he means so much that he nearly chokes on the words.

“You’re welcome,” Suguru easily replies, because for him, it really is that easy and Satoru moves, turns on his side and moves slightly upwards until he can press his face more firmly into Suguru’s stomach and sling his arms around him.

It strains his ribs badly and he’s not sure how long he’ll be able to stay like that but with Suguru’s hand in his hair and the other on his shoulder, keeping him close, keeping him warm, he thinks he might be able to hold this position for as long as he has to.

If only Suguru never lets go of him.

~ * ~ * ~

Satoru winces. His face hurts with every step that he takes and there’s still the taste of blood in his mouth. He carefully prods his lip with his tongue and of course that causes it to split open all over again. Just his luck, Satoru supposes.

He unsurely comes to a stop in front of Suguru’s house because going there now definitely means spilling everything, since there’s no way he can hide his injuries. Not when they are this prominent on his face. He can barely look out of his right eye and he knows it’s going to be one hell of a shiner in just a few hours.

Still, Satoru aches to see Suguru, because he always makes things better, no matter what, and Satoru is not in the habit of denying himself this comfort.

He only dreads the look on Suguru’s face and how angry he’s going to be with him once he finds out what happened.

Satoru really needs to learn to keep his mouth shut, especially in front of his family.

He takes a deep breath before he makes his way up to Suguru’s apartment and even though he has made his mind up about this he still can’t help but to be as quiet as possible as he lets himself into Suguru’s apartment.

It’s useless of course, because of course Suguru hears the door but it gives Satoru a few more precious seconds to figure out how to lie convincingly to Suguru. Not that it’s going to work, but it’s nice to pretend.

“Satoru?” Suguru calls out, clearly surprised to by his visit but his voice is followed by hurried footsteps. “I didn’t know you were–” his voice trails off as soon as he comes around the corner and his eyes fall on Satoru. “What happened?” he breathes out, immediately stepping closer, his hands fluttering as if he’s afraid to reach out to touch Satoru. “Satoru, what happened!”

“Hi,” Satoru weakly says and steps into Suguru’s hands.

Suguru’s hands are featherlight on Satoru’s cheeks and there’s still the sting of pain, even from this, but Satoru doesn’t care about that. He steps even closer, until he can sling his arms around Suguru and he drops his head on Suguru’s shoulder.

“Satoru,” Suguru whispers again, “are you okay?”

Tears immediately spring to Satoru’s eyes, because this is such a Suguru thing. He could demand to know what happened, could demand an explanation but he’s not doing that. He’s concerned like no one else in Satoru’s life ever has been for him and Satoru buries closer to Suguru, no matter how much his face is protesting that move.

“Better now,” he admits because being here, being in Suguru’s arms is definitely helping.

Suguru lets out a weary sigh, though he keeps his arms around Satoru.

“Do you need to see Shoko? Any other injuries?” Suguru asks after a while and Satoru shakes his head.

“It’s—all bruises,” he says, admitting to the fact that there are still more injuries on him and he can tell that Suguru realises what he just said by the way he flinches.

“Alright. Come here, we’re going to get you sorted out,” Suguru softly says and steps away from Satoru, though he does keep a hand on him as if Satoru could run at any moment.

Satoru is not going to run, not now and not ever, not from Suguru, but he doubts that Suguru would listen to him at the moment.

This is probably all about comfort for him as well, anyway.

Suguru leads Satoru to the bathroom where he still keeps a fully stocked first-aid kit at the ready. Satoru hasn’t needed it in quite a few years but he knows that Suguru keeps everything in there up to date, just in case.

And clearly he was right to do so.

Satoru obediently tilts his head when Suguru puts careful fingers to his chin and he doesn’t think too hard about the harsh breath Suguru sucks in when he sees his face in all its bruised up glory. Suguru wants to ask, Satoru can tell by the way he clenches his jaw, but for now he keeps silent and concentrates completely on Satoru’s injuries.

He has gotten good at treating them over the years and even though he has gone rusty, the skills are clearly not lost because whatever he does barely even stings.

“All done,” Suguru finally says, his voice quiet, and he levels Satoru with a look. “Any other injuries I have to take care of?” he then wants to know and Satoru shakes his head, though he does get up and lifts his shirt, showing that while there are some bruises there is no split skin anywhere.

“Some ice might help, though,” Satoru offers, knowing that Suguru always does better when he has something to do and he immediately runs off, leaving Satoru to put the first-aid kit back together.

Suguru comes back with two ice-packs, one for Satoru’s ribs and one for his eye and then he ushers Satoru into his bedroom, completely skipping over the comfortable couch in the living-room.

This is absolutely not only for Satoru’s benefit and he feels bad once he realises that he didn’t consider Suguru’s feelings on this matter at all. Of course it would leave him rattled to see Satoru hurt like this again.

They had moved past this years ago and to have all of that brought up again must be horrible for Suguru, too.

“I’m sorry,” Satoru whispers and regrets ever opening his mouth when Suguru flinches.

“Do not say that,” he hisses, glaring back at Satoru who immediately shakes his head.

“No, I mean—” he cuts himself off, taking a deep breath. He has moved past blaming himself for what his family did to him, mostly thanks to Suguru, and so he gets why Suguru would be this angry right now, but that’s really not what Satoru meant.

“I just mean—I didn’t consider how this must be for you. I’m sorry I brought all of it back here,” Satoru quietly explains and it does nothing to lessen Suguru’s glare.

“Satoru, I would rather have you bring all of this here than not knowing what’s going on, than not being able to help, however little. So please, don’t ever say you’re sorry for this,” Suguru pleads and Satoru’s next breath is a little bit wobbly and maybe a bit wet, too.

“Alright,” he whispers, squeezing Suguru’s hand that is still tightly clutched around his and then he slides into bed when Suguru nods towards it.

Suguru is right behind him and this too is familiar in a way Satoru doesn’t like to think about. Back when it was really bad with his family he spent almost more time in this bed than not. Suguru scoots close until he can rest their foreheads together and then they simply are, for a blissful moment, but Satoru knows it can’t last forever.

Suguru has questions.

“You didn’t get into a fight,” Suguru eventually whispers and Satoru gives him a wry smile.

Of course he didn’t get into a simple fight. He got pretty good at fighting, almost always comes out unscathed no matter who provokes him, but he never did quite find the strength to fight back against his family.

“I didn’t,” he simply says, trusting Suguru to fill in the gaps and going by the pained look on his face he comes to the right conclusion.

“Why?” he asks and Satoru sighs.

“I got good at ignoring that they say about me,” Satoru admits and Suguru nods because he knows that already. “I can take it, no matter what they say about me. Because it’s not true.”

The last part is more of a question than he would like but it seems as if his raring insecurities are still there.

“Of course it’s not true. Nothing what your family says about you is true,” Suguru immediately reassures him and Satoru closes his eyes because he does not want to see Suguru’s face when he speaks again.

“I can’t stay quiet when they talk about you, though,” he admits, breathes the words into the scant space between them and he feels how Suguru goes stock-still.

“What?” Suguru’s voice shakes and when Satoru opens his eyes again the look on his face is so pained that it makes Satoru’s eyes burn.

“They started talking badly about you a few weeks back,” he explains. “And while I have gotten so damn good at ignoring what they say about me, it turns out I can’t do the same when it comes to you.”

“Satoru, no,” Suguru gets out. “No! You got hurt like this because of me?”

“It’s not—Suguru,” Satoru rushes out because this is so not what he meant. “It’s not because of you! It’s just—you’re so important to me that I simply cannot stand them badmouthing you.”

“You have to! Satoru, you absolutely have to! What does it matter what they say about me? You can’t get hurt like this because of that. You need to just accept it if you can’t fight back!”

“Sorry, Suguru, can’t do that. It’s not right, what they say about you, and I will not allow it. They don’t get to do that. I don’t care what happens to me but they cannot talk about you like that.”

“I care what happens to you!” Suguru almost yells out and Satoru is taken aback by the sheer panic in his eyes. “You think I want to see you like that? You think this is easy for me? And to know that it’s because of me? Satoru, please, please don’t ever talk back to them again, don’t ever even go there again, I can’t see you get hurt like this again.”

“You know I have to go there once a month,” Satoru replies because he’s not getting out of that arrangement any time soon.

“Then learn how to fight back!”

Satoru doesn’t say anything to that because it’s been so long now and he still can’t find it in him to hit his father like he hits him. He has the strength, he has the speed and the technique, but he can never bring himself to do it. Shoko once accused him of being a sentimental bastard and for all the Satoru hates his family, she’s probably at least somewhat right.

Or maybe he just doesn’t want to be like them.

Suguru seems to interpret his silence correctly because his face falls.

“Then at least just accept it. Satoru, it doesn’t matter what they say, just take it and then leave. We can go for a spar afterwards so you can get it all out of your system, but please—”

“No.” Satoru’s voice doesn’t allow room for argument. “I will not allow them to do that.”

The things they say about Suguru—about the one person who has always had Satoru’s back—are so vile that Satoru doesn’t even want to repeat them here and he is absolutely not going to overlook it either.

That’s just not in his nature.

“Satoru,” Suguru breathes out, his voice shaking again and Satoru scoots close.

“I can’t, Suguru, don’t you understand. They are talking bad about you and that’s just—no. I won’t allow it.”

“I’m not more important than your health, Satoru,” Suguru gives back, fisting his hands in Satoru’s shirt and even like this he’s mindful of Satoru’s injuries.

“To me you are,” Satoru simply says, because it’s the truth and maybe it’s finally time that Suguru hears it. “You are everything to me. Of course this is important.”

Suguru blinks at him, once, twice, and then he lets out a shaky laugh.

“This is how you confess now? Bruised and beaten and with me scared out of my mind for you? Really? That’s the moment you chose?”

Satoru shrugs awkwardly. He knows it’s bad timing, and he knows it’s not that important anyway, because they already are everything to each other and a confession is hardly going to change anything, but since it seems that Suguru doesn’t understand—or doesn’t want to understand—it felt important to say it now.

“Better late than never?” he tries and Suguru closes his eyes as he moves even closer.

“I would take never over having you hurt,” Suguru confesses quietly and for a split second Satoru thinks that he was living in a delusion all these years, that he doesn’t mean as much to Suguru as Suguru does to him but then he realises just what Suguru said.

Satoru is so important to him that he would never address this thing between them if only it meant he would always be healthy and unhurt.

“Agree to disagree on that,” Satoru mutters and tilts his head so he can press a kiss to Suguru’s mouth.

“This is not something I’m going to let go. You are going to learn to ignore what they say about me,” Suguru tells him and it sounds so much like a threat that Satoru is taken aback for a moment.

“Or what?” he then dares to ask and Suguru gives him a wicked grin.

“No kisses when you are bruised,” is what he replies with and immediately Satoru pouts, making his lip break open again.

“Shit,” he hisses and Suguru raises a hand to cup his cheek in it.

“I’m sorry,” he apologetically says but Satoru isn’t about to let a split lip keep him back from what he really wants.

So he leans in and this time he captures Suguru’s lips in a real kiss.

“I have to know what I could be missing in the future,” Satoru says when they part and it’s enough to make Suguru snort out a breath at least.

It almost feels as if things are okay, even as his ribs continue to hurt.

“Satoru,” Suguru whispers and Satoru just knows that another argument is going to come out of his mouth so he quickly closes it up with his own again.

“Later, okay?” He’s under no illusion that Suguru is simply going to let this go but for now he’s had enough.

He’s tired.

“Alright,” Suguru immediately agrees and pulls Satoru closer, slots him against his body as if he belongs there and Satoru melts against him.

It’s the best place in the entire world, Satoru is certain of that, and he wouldn’t trade this for anything.

There will be more talks and probably even a fight or two with Suguru later but for now Satoru is safe and warm in the arms of the only person he has ever felt that way with and what more could he really ask for.

#bt writes #jjk #june of doom 2024 #satosugu #geto suguru #gojo satoru #no curses #abuse #referenced child abuse #angst #hurt/comfort #cuddling and snuggling #getting together #fluff

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bratty reader x strict dom nanami

slapping, usage of ‘daddy’, ‘nami’s very strict but he becomes soft for you at the end. just a scrap so its a bit shitty but cute nonetheless.

just nanami slapping you whenever he doesn’t like the ugly attitude you’re able to give him sometimes in bed.

he knows you know better, you know it so damn well. yet here you are, testing his patience and how long he can stay calm and collected, not that he ever actually lost it or lashed out on you, he was always composed.

but sometimes, you need some sort of a reminder that he doesn’t like when you act all bratty and mouthy with him, knowing you can be so fucking good, his good little girl, get so much praise and love yet you still leave him confused as some days, you don’t seem to want that and like you want a punishment instead.

and oh, someone like nanami, his patience is made out of steel and it’s very hard to break him in and make him actually upset. he’s a very cold person and you have to earn his kindness and all. and you loved challenges (even though he had a bit of a soft spot for you and always gave in after some time).

but of course, as said before, he really really doesn’t like when you’re mouthy with him.

“you’re so mean to me, you d-didn’t even let me c-cum, d-dum-“

you didn’t even get to finish the sentence, already about to start those bratty whines of yours but a harsh slap stops you from doing so, it almost making your head turn to the opposite side, letting out a little whine.

your cheek stung as you looked up to the male, very hard to focus on him fully while he was balls deep in your guts, having stopped as he stared down at you with a cold stern stare, waiting if you have the nerve to try again or not, head slightly tilted to the side.

and you stayed silent as well for a second or two, obviously struggling with taking the male’s cock and also understand what just happened, trembling under him as you stared up into his eyes.

“i-i’m sorry, daddy.” you whispered out softly, always so very intimidated when nanami got upset with you like that.

“you’ve been very mouthy lately.. think you deserve another one just to make sure you won’t think about using such attitude towards me again.” he said quietly, not breaking off eye contact with the older, little pained huffs leaving you, feeling so much pressure in your lower tummy from feeling the male’s dick all up in your stomach.

“p-please, don’t- p-promise i’ll be good now, p-promise daddy.” you let out hurriedly, begging pathetically which did absolutely nothing with him, only having felt his big palm against your cheek once again, your head turning to the side as you didn’t expect that one at all.

and of course, you knew that promising him stuff like that was dumb and he told you so many times before, it was very dumb to promise something you can’t actually go along with which you both knew that you wouldn’t magically stop being a fucking brat.

it worked like magic on you though, having shut up and staying quiet when it came to teasing the older or making fun of him.

“what a good little girl.. wasn’t so hard now, was it.” he let out as he rolled his hips into your abused cunt, making you cum yet again, just to make sure you wouldn’t bitch again how he’s so mean for not letting you cum, plus you deserved it for no back talk.

the only sounds leaving you now were breathy pathetic whines and sighs, barely being able to take his dick as oh, he was just so big and thick, too much to handle for your pretty lil pussy.

“just one last time, hm? then daddy’ll take care of you, promise..” he said to you, pressing a small kiss to your forehead, always knowing where your limit was and he never wanted to overdo it or anything of that sort. he wasn’t that mean. most of the times.

and you nodded your head, almost purring once he combed his fingers in your hair, not tugging or anything, just lightly brushing through as you closed your eyes, tears having fallen down your cheeks already, whole body so sore and tired that you welcomed this very much.

you knew that despite being so mean to nanami and teasing him all the time, he always gave in after a while and would never be strict if he didn’t have a reason to.

your daddy knew you so well and knew what worked on you. his pretty little girl.

#jujutsu nanami #nanami kento #nanami x reader #nanami smut #nanami x y/n

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babeeangel · 1 year

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Hii! I hope you’re having a great day beautiful <3 I read your post “blue lock - how you hold their hands”, and while reading the Nagi section I had an idea. Do you think maybe you could write something (headcannons, short fic, I’m not picky!) where reader stops holding Nagi’s hand/sleeve because whenever reader stops Nagi never seems to try to hold readers hand again, and seems to not care/notice so reader is like “oh, I guess he finds it annoying” and stops holding onto him. Sorry if this was long- hope you have a wonderful day/evening/night/etc!

TYSM FOR ASKING 🧡 This is smart and cute maybe almost angsty and suits nagi x reader sm 😞. I did the easiest for me: half hc and half fic ! (it ended up being a teeny bit long and kinda corny oops). Have a lovely week ~

If you love, let me know (and if you don't, then let me go).

(2014 tumblr really popped off with that one)

Where you stop being affectionate to Nagi, thinking it annoys him. 0.9k words. Fluffy, tiny bit angsty.

[from previous headcanons] So you’re always the one to reach for Nagi’s hand (or sleeve, depending how you prefer it hihi)

On the other hand, he’s not often the first one to let go. He basically lets you do all the work, deciding when it starts and when it ends.

But whether you hold his hand or not, he doesn’t seem to care

And on top of that, you’ve already been told something that stuck with you:

“Y\N, you’re so clingy”.

It was a friend of yours that didn’t like physical touch, but still you questioned yourself. Were you too much ?

But to be fair, you had forgotten that sentence and went on with your life. That is until you started dating Nagi. Since you were now being affectionate, and he didn’t seem to care, you suddenly remembered.

Therefore you started being self conscious. “Maybe I'm overdoing it and he’s annoyed by it, but won’t say it”.

It was decided. Starting next day, you’d cut down on the hand-holding and clinginess overall.

It was 3:20pm, and Nagi would arrive anytime now. You and your boyfriend had planned to meet up for a coffee and to wander around. “Hey babe !” You said very keenly as you noticed him. You walked up to him with way more spirit than he did. And when you got close enough, you started going in for a kiss. Until you remembered your resolution: no being over the top ! You swiftly played it off and greeted him with a wave. “Uhm, hi”. Nagi was kinda startled. What stunt did you just pull off? He didn’t say anything though, and you pretended everything was absolutely normal.

He didn’t admit it, but he was really looking forward to a kiss. At least a hug. That’s how you always greet him, it’s so enjoyable it reset the whole day's mood. But ugh, he was too lazy to voice it out. “So where are we going ?”. Nagi asked, looking at you dead in the eyes. “Wherever you please, babe”. “I don’t like choosing. Please take us wherever you think’s best. The closest thing from here if that’s what you want”. It’s nice how Nagi was kind enough to let you make all the choices in your relationship, but to you it also meant he wasn't that involved in it, and let you carry the burden of all decisions alone.

“It’s okay, follow me then”. You signed him to follow you and come closer while you started walking. As he approached you, he started sticking his hand out, thinking you were going to grab it. But you didn’t. So he just looked stupid with his hand reaching at your turned back. “Oh.” He thought. “That’s how it is today”. As you were a bit ahead of him, he had, to his biggest annoyance, walked a tiny bit faster to catch up to you. He wanted to hold your hand. He even thought about taking the initiative for the first time in his life. But, ahh it seemed bothersome. And he was shy, although he’d never admit it.

“Babe… Are you… mad ?”. You were startled. First of all because Nagi was onto the fact that something was wrong. But mostly because it was the first time *ever* he used a pet name with you. But damn, it sounded good. “You should call me that more often, Nagi. I like the ring of it”. Nagi got sulky. It almost felt like you patronized him. “But no, not at all. Why would you think that ? Is there something that’s weighing on your conscience so bad that you’re getting paranoid ?” You finally answered, playfully. You were still looking right in front of you, scared to give in if you met his eyes.

“Then why are you acting weird ?” “Weird, what do you mean ? I’m my usual self, and in a good mood too. I was eager to see you”. “Is that so ? Then why, then why… Why didn’t you greet me like always ? With a kiss, a hug and holding hands I mean. And why are you gaslighting me too… Do you think I'm dumb ?” To anyone, his voice sounded as lifeless as always. But someone like you, who knew his kind so well, could hear the poutiness behind it.

“So you DO notice ! And you care too, is that so ?!” “Of course I do, why wouldn't I ? You really think I'm that oblivious ? So why did you do this today ? Is this a test ?” Nagi was looking you in the eyes and you had finally turned your head to him. “I did it because I thought you disliked it. I’m always the one going in for kisses, hugs or even holding your hand. You never react to it, even when I let go. I figured that, if it mattered that little to you, might as well not bother you. Although i have to say, if you thought i was too much, you could’ve at least said so. I would’ve understood.”

“Well I didn't say anything like that because I didn't think anything like that. I like being close to you”. “But how could I guess ! You never tell me what’s wrong or what’s right ! Everything I have to figure out on my own because you don't talk to me about it”. “I’m sorry, I thought that me not saying anything meant I liked it that way. If it annoyed me, I would've said so.” “You don't have to only point out what’s wrong ! If you love me, let me know !” you said, teary eyed. “I do love you”. And for the first time ever, Nagi went in for a kiss. A good one at that.

#nagi blue lock #nagi bllk #nagi x reader #nagi #blue lock x reader #blue lock headcanons #bluelock #blue lock #blue lock imagines #nagi x y/n #nagi seishiro #nagi imagines

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Price of love (Chapter 2)

Warnings: Talk of fear training. Let me know if I missed any.

Note: This is kind of a filler chapter, I realize now. Thank you for reading <3

Word count ~ 1624

“Okay, so this training might be a little bit intense for some people, if at any point you need to take a break, please do so. I do not need anyone overdoing anything before we get out to the field.” You walked back and forth in front of the Avengers. You took them one by one into a more private room, before asking them to imagine a scenario where one person is badly hurt by the enemy and to take out their anger on the substitute you had in front of you. It took a few minutes for some of them to be able to use their fear. Nat and Bucky were too stoic, pretending it didn’t bother them. And then there were people like Wanda, whose emotions about the situation made her have little to no control over herself, and in turn her powers. Yet to most of their surprise, it eventually worked, and they became forces you would never want to face. Just solely due to their newly focused strength. Then you instructed them to just train as they normally would. Now they are all out in one big room. You gave them each a number and when you called it out, they had to switch to their fear training. But they had to make sure that they didn’t use it if it wasn’t their number called, because there would be times when using that will not be useful, and it can be extremely draining, physically and mentally.

“Hey, would you be able to take my car to get the gas filled while you are out?” Bruce asked you in passing. You shook your head rather aggressively. “I’m sorry I can’t do that.” He cocked his head at you. “I don’t have my licence.” You muttered feeling ashamed. Bruce didn’t give it another thought, before heading off to do whatever he had planned. You stayed there stuck in your head though. Until Sam came in to ask if you could help him figure out a gift for his nephews.

Over the next few days, you asserted yourself as a constant source of sunshine for the team, everyone had their own moment when it happened, but they all saw you as their sunshine nonetheless. Tony was the last person to have his moment because you rarely interacted for long enough. “FRIDAY, where is Tony at?” You asked the AI that seemed to always be listening.

“He is in his lab right now, but miss, I would have caution if you go in there. He is upset about something.” Her voice sounded almost annoyed if that was possible.

“Thank you, FRIDAY. I will take that into account.” With that, you got Tony’s favourite coffee and snack and headed down to his lab. Before you knocked on the door, you heard him make a frustrated noise. You decided to forgo the knocking in case he tried to get you to go away. “I brought coffee.” His eyes went wide when he realized he was no longer alone. He took the coffee and snacks and looked at you expectantly. “Did you want a hand with anything?” You asked looking around at the mess that was his lab with a big smile.

His brow furrowed as he thought about your offer. “Sure, I asked Pepper if she could, but she said that she was too busy. I need a female who can take Romanoff’s place in trying these out, making sure they fit and work.”

You cocked your head. “Why don’t you just get Natasha?”

The look on his face told you that you should already have known the answer. “You don’t just tell Natasha what to do. She needs notice, and this was a spur-of-the-moment make.”

Your phone buzzed with perfect timing, pulling it out, you saw a text from Nat. “Where are you?” Tony looked at you expectantly, as you texted god knows who. “She is on her way.” As you tucked your phone away, you told Tony.

Shock filled his expression, but he wasn’t going to question it. With his guidance, you started to help him clean up the mess. "Tony? I was told that you had something you wanted me to try out?" Nat sauntered into the room.

"Yeah, while I was trying to figure out a new upgrade for my suit, I got sidetracked. I ended up having an idea about how to make your widow bites better." They kept talking as you finished what you were cleaning then left with a smile.

There was a knock on your door a while later. When you opened the door a handsome man was standing on the other side. “Bucky! What’s up? Did you want to talk about something, or just have some quiet time?” You always knew what helped him feel better, but this time he had different plans.

“Actually, I came to see if you wanted to come with me to the Avenger’s movie night?” Pink speckled your cheeks as you nodded and followed the super soldier down into the movie room.

He sat down on the loveseat on one side of the room and gestured for your to take a seat beside him. Across the room, Sam and Steve were laughing as they tried to shove each other off of the couch. Nat and Wanda were on a blanket on the floor throwing popcorn at Steve and Sam. Bruce, Tony, and Clint were all seated on the other couch watching the scene go down.

You shifted so that you can see the screen better, and so that you were closer to Bucky. He wrapped his arm around you. Being relaxed is not something you were used to, even when you looked happy or like you were having fun, you were keeping up a mask, one that you hoped maybe one day you would be able to drop around these people. A movie you had seen a thousand times was put on and the day’s exhaustion finally caught up to you. You dropped your head onto Bucky’s shoulder causing him to look down and smile. When he looked up Nat was giving him a look that sent a chill through him, and Sam had a smug look that Bucky wished he could have wiped off. No one else seemed to notice or at least care. Tony had turned the volume up on the tv when it got to a quiet speaking part, but he forgot to turn it back down before the action started.

That startled you awake. Once you calmed your breathing, you gave Bucky a smile as if to tell him not to worry. You stretched the stiffness out of your joints from the position you had been in and not wanting to disturb the peace any longer you whispered to Bucky. “Thank you for this, but I am exhausted, so I am going to head to bed. See you tomorrow.”

He gave your hand a small squeeze as you left the room. Nat glanced over and noticed how despondent he looked; it made her wonder.

The next day when everybody woke up, they had a letter on their door with a location, time, and what to bring/wear. While everyone was getting coffee, and discussing the letters, Nat asked where you were. Everybody assumed that you were just sleeping in. Bucky wanted to ignore it, but Sam wanted him to go because his girl was going to be there.

You had tables of food and some tables with crafts and activities. It was a beautiful day for this, the sky was bright blue, and the sun was nice and bright. All the snow that had been there earlier this month had melted. It’s not spring for a little while yet, but this was your way of ushering in the spring season, with friends. You had gotten an origami expert to come teach everyone how to make origami frogs, you also had frog bean bags to play bean bag toss with.

Before the time, everyone decided that they would head over a little bit early to make sure it was not a trap. While in the shadows, they heard you humming to yourself. They watched as you fiddled with the things on the table to make sure they were perfect. Nat smiled thinking about all of the effort her close friend put into this. After a little while some agents from SHIELD started showing up, ones that Nat knew were a part of the team that you used to lead. You kept looking around between checking the time and frowning. This prompted the Avengers to all look at the time, and they realized that it is already past the time you had asked everyone to meet up. They stepped out from hiding. Your face lit up when you saw them all there.

“What is this for Лунный свет?” Nat asked giving you a big hug.

“Well, I thought that it would be a fun day to celebrate, since no one had any missions right now, and this means that spring is on its way soon. Lots of the activities for the day involve frogs, but that’s because it’s the leap day, and what better creatures to represent it? I also thought this would be a good time for you all to meet the other agents that will be coming on the mission with us.” You rambled out as you showed them around.

The day went by with lots of laughs and mostly failed origami because the boys wouldn’t stop goofing around. However, Sam did successfully make a little hat in one of his failed attempts. You had never seen everyone this freely happy, it gave you peace.

Chapter 3

#bucky x reader #bucky barnes #bucky barnes fanfiction #james bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x female reader

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I'll Be Your Gravity, You Be My Oxygen

Chapter Two: My Head is Haunting Me

Dew is awake after undergoing the Elemental transformation and he’s not doing so hot. Oops…too soon?

Rating: Explicit (eventually…right now it’s just angst) Word Count: 2670 CW: Mention of needle use (nothing graphic)

Read on AO3 or below!

Hours. Days. Weeks. Dew isn’t aware of how much time has passed but he knows it’s significant. When he’s finally able to open his eyes, the first thing he realizes is that he can see again. It’s not perfect, things are still slightly fuzzy around the edges, but he can see a shape laying on the edge of his bed. The sheets and blankets covering him feel unfamiliar and it hits him all over again: he’s in the Infirmary, he went through with the Ritual, he lost his Water. He stirs, trying to speak, and the shape moves.

“Dew?” It’s Aether. He can hear and the first thing he hears is Aether’s voice and he wants to cry, tries to say anything but all he can do is croak weakly. “Here, love, don’t try to speak just yet. Drink this,” he reaches for a cup of water from the table next to his bed, carefully lifting it to his lips and holding the straw steady for him. “Easy, don’t strain yourself,” he whispers.

Dew tries to grab the straw with his lips but misses, misjudging its location and huffing in frustration before trying again. When the straw finally slips between his lips, he inhales as much water as he can before Aether pulls the glass away. “Don’t overdo it, love. You’ll make yourself sick.”

When the water hits his stomach, it churns. Almost as if Aether knows what’s about to happen, he grabs a trash can and holds it in front of Dew just as he spews water everywhere. Aether rubs his back and brushes stray pieces of hair away from his face and mumbles soft words of comfort. There isn’t much to expel from his body but it continues to spasm and try its best to remove anything sitting in his stomach. After a moment, he’s able to sit back and he begins to cry. His entire body hurts and clenching his abdomen while vomiting makes it feel even worse.

“A-aeth…” Dew feels like his throat rips open when he speaks but he has to say to say his name, has to feel his name escape from between his lips like a prayer to the Lord Below. He does his best to blink the fuzzy filter over his eyes away so that he can see his beautiful Quintessence Ghoul. Surely if he can just look at him, he’ll feel better, right?

“Don’t speak, baby. It’s okay, I’m here.” He reaches out to grab Dew’s hand, recoiling when Dew winces. “I’m sorry…”

Dew doesn’t let go of Aether’s hand and tries his best to push through the pain he feels radiating through his hand. He needs the contact, pain be damned. When he tries to speak again, nothing comes out, and when he huffs again, a puff of smoke shoots out of his nose. Dew just blinks a few times and when he looks at Aether, he notices him doing his best to suppress laughter. He tilts his head, doing his best not to wince at the motion, and raises an eyebrow. Or, at least, makes an attempt to, as he’s not sure if he even has eyebrows at the moment. Everything feels like it’s been burned off, erased from his body like he’s starting over.

Aether’s free hand flies up to cover his mouth. “I’m not laughing at you, I swear. That was just…unexpectedly cute.” Dew blinks a few more times and tries his best to squeeze Aether’s hand in reassurance. “Oh Dew, I can’t tell you how happy I am that you’re awake. I…we’ve missed you so fucking much.”

It’s tearing him up inside that he can’t talk, can’t even fully see Aether just yet. He’s mostly clear but there’s a layer of fuzz around him that frustrates Dew to no end. All of this hell that he’s gone through and his body can’t just let him see his love? Even being in as much pain as he’s in, even after having his entire existence altered, all he wants to do is make sure his mates are okay. It’s the least he could do after breaking their hearts and going through with this.

“Aether…”

The look on Aether’s face when he hears Dew’s voice in his head makes the effort it took to just think at him worth it. His smile makes Do’s heart flutter and the tears that fall from his eyes makes his heart shatter into fiery pieces. “Yeah, baby, I’m here.”

“How long?” He doesn’t have to be specific, knows Aether will know exactly what he means. He almost regrets asking, no longer sure he wants to know how long he’s been out for.

“Dew I don’t…”

“How. Long.”

Aether sighs, dropping his head slightly. “Almost two weeks. Omega and I have been doing our best to speed up the healing process but…Satanas, Dew, we’ve never had to deal with this level of injury before.”

He tries his best not to think about how severe his injuries must be but curiosity gets the better of him. Lifting his hand and trying not to wince, he looks at his skin. It’s flaky, charred like he’s been burnt, but there are places where he appears to be healed. His skin looks…normal? It’s still the same grey color it’s always been but he knows, can feel, it’s different somehow.

“You’re still beautiful, Dew,” Aether whispers.

“I’m a fucking monster, Aeth.” Dew immediately regrets his words when he sees Aether flinch, not wanting to cause him any more distress than he already has. But he is a monster now, at least in his eyes.

“Please don’t say that. You’re not a monster.”

Dew absentmindedly starts to pick at the flaking skin on his arm and as he does, he remembers: Ifrit. “Aeth…is Ifrit…?”

“He’s absolutely destroyed. Barely left his room since the Ritual happened.”

Dew’s eyes widen and he feels like he’s going to be sick all over again. She lied. Imperator lied to him and he believed her. He knew she was the type of person to say and do whatever she had to in order to get what she wanted, but this? She truly was evil. He screams, a guttural and wretched sound that tears his throat up and has him spitting blood everywhere. He screams until there isn’t any oxygen left in his lungs and then he screams some more. Aether is panicking, trying desperately to get Dew to stop, pleading with him, but Dew just continues to scream. Eventually he feels…sleepy? His screaming dies down and his head slowly falls to the side. As he loses consciousness, he sees Aether with a needle in hand, pressing the plunger into Dew’s charred arm.

“It’s okay, baby, just sleep. I’m right here.” Aether’s voice is fuzzy and sounds far away as Dew drifts off, and the infirmary room is silent once again.

His dreams are filled with fire. It surrounds him, an impassable barrier between him and his mates. Aether and Mountain are just on the other side of the fire but he can’t get to them, he can’t cross the fire. All he can do is fall to his knees in the middle of the fire ring and sob until the dream changes. Now he’s underwater and he immediately recognizes the lake outside of the Abbey that he loves to spend his time in. It’s a relief, but the feeling doesn’t last long. The water begins to bubble almost as if it’s boiling, and he feels his entire body heating up and melting from the inside out. He screams but no sound comes out, just blood, and his lungs fill with the boiling hot water of his beloved lake. As his eyes darken, feeling himself drowning and boiling to death simultaneously, the dream cuts to black.

He’s falling, somehow, falling through nothing but blackness. As he falls, memories play as if they were a movie on a big screen. He sees when he was first Summoned, the first time he saw Aether, the first kiss him and Mountain shared. The memories change to him in Sister Imperator’s office, the moment he told Aether and Mountain about the Ritual, the last kiss that him and Aether shared, the last words he heard him say.

“Nothing will ever change how much I love you, Dew.”

When he wakes again, Aether is still there. This time he’s cleaning wounds and changing bandages and Dew can’t comprehend how he can stand to even look at him. The beautiful Water Ghoul that he was is gone, replaced by an angry and bitter Fire Ghoul. He knows he looks different but he can’t bring himself to ask for a mirror just yet.

“I’m sorry, Aeth.” He knows that even in his head his voice is pathetic sounding, that it’s just another thing that’s changed about him.

Aether continues his work, not speaking for a moment and leaving Dew’s words hanging in the air. When he’s finished gathering the bloody and ruined bandages and throwing them in the garbage, only then does he sit back down in the chair that he’s been sleeping in next to Dew’s bed.

“You don’t have to apologize. I can’t…I have no idea what you’re going through, Dew. I wish more than anything that I could take this pain from you, make you better with the snap of my fingers,” he chuckles softly as he snaps, a destroyed look in his eyes. “Guess I’m not as good of a Quintessence Ghoul as I thought I was.”

“Fuck off with that. If anyone’s gonna throw a pity party, it’s gonna be me, got it?” Dew cracks a smile, broken as it may be, but it gets Aether to smile back at him.

“Always the center of attention,” Aether laughs, reaching out for Dew’s hand and holding it gently.

“How’s Mount?”

“Isolating himself, mostly. He visits you every night and brings you a flower. I even heard him singing a few times but…he’s not doing well, honestly. Spends most of his time in the greenhouses.”

Dew sighs, his throat protesting immediately. “You can’t let him do that, Aeth.”

“My priority has been you, Dew. You’ve been everyones priority since this fucking Ritual.”

“And I’m telling you to make time for Mount. He needs you-“

“And I need you!” Aether shouts unexpectedly, making Dew flinch. “Fuck, I’m sorry…I’m so sorry, Dew…” Aether drops his head to the bed and sobs, his tears staining the scratchy unfamiliar blanket that’s covering Dew. “I’ve been so scared. So fucking scared. I told you I wasn’t going to live without you and I meant it. There were a few times where neither Omega nor I could…could feel…” his breath hitches and he coughs, more heartbreaking sobs escaping his body as he clutches Dew’s hand like it’s a lifeline.

“Aeth I’m here, I’m okay.” It’s a soul crushing feeling seeing his mate in this much distress and not being able to do anything about it, knowing that he’s the reason for why Aether is crying his heart out on the shitty infirmary blanket right now.

“You almost weren’t okay, though. Your fucking heart stopped and I felt it…I fucking felt it, Dew. My chest was tight and I couldn’t breathe and I just knew you were…gone. Omega brought you back but I just stood there screaming at you to wake up, I need you, I can’t exist in a world without you.” Aether lifts his head, his face splotchy and tears still streaming down his face. “You are the star that lights up my darkest sky and without you, I can’t see anything. Without you, I’m nothing.”

Dew just sits there and he doesn’t realize it at first but he’s crying. “Fuck you. Don’t you ever think about leaving this world behind if I’m not in it, do you understand? You don’t need me in order to be someone, Aether.” As he wipes his face, a piece of skin flakes off and he cringes, head physically recoiling and a disgusted look crossing his face. “That’s so fucking gross,” he chuckles, his throat only protesting slightly at the sound.

Aether shakes his head but he’s smiling a bit. “I don’t know what I did to deserve you, Dew.”

Dew shrugs. “Probably pissed off the Big Guy downstairs and he stuck you with my annoying ass for all eternity as punishment,” another chuckle and this one hurts less. He smiles thinking he’s making progress in healing already and thinks about how he’s ready to start playing his bass again.

And then he remembers that he’s no longer Water, no longer bass. He’s Fire but…so is Ifrit? Where does he fit in now? Is he even in the band anymore?

“I can see the gears turning in your head. What’s on your mind?” Aether picks another stray piece of charred flesh from his neck and winces, whispering soft apologies as he picks away at Dew and rubs some kind of lotion on his skin.

“The new Water Ghoul…they’re going to replace me. And I won’t have a place with you anymore.” Dew sighs and feels his chest constrict at the thought of not being able to play anymore, not being able to tour with his pack and his mates anymore. What was his purpose in life if he wasn’t going to perform?

“Ifrit is retiring, Dew. You’re taking his place and the new Summon will take yours.”

Dew’s eyes immediately widen, his heart races. “Frit isn’t…”

“He’s not getting sent back to the Pit, no.” Aether squeezes Dew’s hand reassuringly. “What did Sister tell you to make you believe he was gone, baby?”

Dew just shakes his head, “I’m not ready to talk about that. Can we just get on with this healing shit? I’m ready to play again.” He flings the blanket off his body and tries to swing his legs over the bed. And that’s when he sees the bandages that were being hidden. “Aeth I look like a fucking mummy what is this shit?!”

Aether does his best to hold back laughter but seeing his tiny mate wrapped up like this really does make him look like a mummy. “But you’re the cutest mummy in the Abbey!”

“I better be the only fucking mummy in the Abbey!” Dew’s voice in his head is nervous, like there are other mummies somewhere around the Abbey. Admittedly, he hadn’t seen every place on the grounds just yet, but the ones he had seen were all mummy-free the last time he checked.

A loud and happy laugh bursts from Aether’s lips and he’s holding his belly as he rocks back and forth. “Fucking hells, it is so good to have you awake again, sweetheart. I haven’t laughed like this in a while.” He grabs the blankets and covers Dew back up, ruffling his now slightly ginger colored hair as the Fire Ghoul protests with whines and soft growls.

“The fuck, Aeth, I want to get up.” He tries to fling the blankets off again but Aether holds them down.

“Woah there, Sparky, one step at a time. We’re gonna start by getting some food in you so we can give you some more meds. Then we can talk physical therapy.”

Dew groans, causing Aether to laugh softly as he plants a kiss on the angry Ghoul’s forehead. “Bullshit,” he croaks out as best he can. It’s worth the slight scratch and tightness in his throat.

“Of all the things you could say and you decided on that?” Aether shakes his head, chuckling at how adorable his mate is when he’s grumpy.

“It at least better be good food.” Dew crosses his arms and pouts to the best of his ability given his current state.

“Mountain is making Brimstone soup just for you.”

At the mention of the special soup that Mount always makes for him when he’s sick, his ears perk up and he looks at Aether with slightly less grumpy eyes, “Good soup,” he whispers, laughing along with Aether.

#midnight writes #raindrop #rain ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #aether ghoul #mountain ghoul #the band ghost fic #the band ghost fanfiction #ghost fanfiction #ghost fanfic

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Had a conversation with that same able bodied neurotypical guy from a few months ago except this time one of my girl classmates was part of it.

It started after I left our lab table to go get pain killers and he was like “what’d you just take” and I told him “painkillers” and he asked why and I did a brief explanation of hEDS, ie; so I lack the connective tissue you have so my muscles hold everything together and they get tired and stuff slips, I took those specifically for a rib slipping. And he gave me the typical able bodied look of horror and then the girl in our group is just like “oh yea I took four pain killers this morning” and we high fived and he looked even more terrified. He looked flabbergasted when we talked about our mutual large doses of high strength painkillers it takes to get through the day.

We then go into a conversation about our experiences with pain killers, why we use them, and the shittiest times we have to take them (for her it’s migraines that she gets for an entire week each month where they’re bad enough she vomits) and I’m like oh those absolutely suck I’m sorry they’re that bad and at one point the guy chimes back in with “I can’t remember the last time I had to take pain killers” and we’re both just like :| good for you buddy.

As we keep talking, she reveals that earlier in the month she was in enough pain and delirium that she accidentally got drugged by non-human approved medicine that her mom told her to take (her mom later realized her mistake and apologized profusely). Her dog had gone through surgery and she’d accidentally taken those pain killers for her migraine, and found she was almost physically incapable of moving once it kicked in. She brings up that she thought she was dead once she realized the medicine wasn’t approved and was just laying there unmoving waiting for it. Guy classmate looks like he’s never heard anything worse and is shocked and irked when I sympathize with her.

During this conversation, we bring up the medical malpractice and consistent disbelieving of AFAB patients seeking pain relief. This is something I’m glad to be seeing more stories about online and more awareness being brought to, but it’s a continuing problem in the medical community. And it’s even worse for women or afab individuals of color, as medical students tend to continue to be taught POC are “naturally more resistant to pain” and therefore don’t need pain killers. This, combined with drug abuse stigma, blocks a ton of POC from getting the proper care they need. This problem is only made worse when coupled with commonly misdiagnosed or overlooked chronic illnesses/pain, and it is absolutely disgusting and horrific the amount of people who die or are permanently affected by this kind of malpractice.

TL;DR

Disbelief towards POC and AFAB individuals when it comes to medical situations and pain can and does hurt and kill people. There is a problem with the system which causes many to seek alternative and potentially dangerous treatment/relief, and many people are in enough pain that they will take anything with little question behind what it is they’re taking if it will help them feel better in the moment. Next time someone tells you they’re in pain or you see them take pain killers seemingly out of nowhere, don’t judge them or ask them invasive questions, try to have more empathy and if possible, make things you’re doing easier for them to handle. (Don’t overdo it obviously, but like, maybe get them in a chair with backing instead of a stool if possible or have a place where they could sit when they would otherwise be forced to stand)

#disabled #chronic pain #chronic illness #heds #chronic fatigue #hypermobile eds #self medication #medical malpractice #remember to be kind to others #you don’t always know what they’re going through

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Scary as a sleepy kitten

When - 10 or so minutes after He hasn't been himself, which takes place during the Chupacabra episode of Season 2

What - the finishing touches on Daryl's medical care, how Andrea's handling almost mistakenly killing the guy. You assure her that he's about as scary as a sleepy kitten right then. Then, there's digesting big bro Shane's descent from morality along with Daryl's simultaneous growth in it. Bonus is a hint regarding the Greene's barn. So sad there aren't any barn cats in there anymore, wonder what happened...

Genre - a little angsty, a little fluffy, a little found-family.

Who - You, Mangy Hick (that's Daryl), Patricia, Andrea, Papa Dale and his not good book, and sweet little Beth (who's got the same headcanon from the Fabulously Confident Reader stories about liking choose-your-own-adventure books)

Perspective - 2nd person, and 3rd Daryl

Pronouns - did GN again this time

TWs - some language, otherwise you just have a brief blow-up. The day's been something else, y'all

Length? - 10-15 minutes

References - when Daryl made that funny in Like a traditional Sunday dinner, the incident with Ed as seen in "Deserved" Part 1 but mostly Part 2 and its cooldown in It's not the end of the wo - oh. There's the continuation of big brother Shane's descent, a slow progression in a bulk of the chapters. Be sure to check out Invisible Tugging Strings, Part 1 and Part 2 , then Spell your last name, please. as well as He hasn't been himself

Official Masterlist here (find fabulously confident reader there!) and the Chronological Slowpoke Masterlist here

have fun and happy reading!

Apologies for the lengthy delay, slowpokes, my brain has been on power-saver for about a month, might could be evident in the chapter, too XD

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“Guess I'll just move this arm like a robot—oh-ho, check it, I can still do the tomahawk chop, y’all!”

And yeah, then his friend proceeds to make barely one and a half chops before wincing. The slight pout that forms afterward makes him want to smile, it’s damn cute.

“Hurt more than I thought it would.”

The twangy blonde lady looks entertained. “Tell me why, Y/N.”

Their pout turns more embarrassed. “…Movin’ the forearm requires these here muscles.”

He liked that their accent revved up more with the blonde lady—sorry, her name’s Patricia, he knows, got it.

“Which affects what?” Patricia asks.

“My shoulder and chest.”

“Which are injured and got irritated something serious today, along with what I’m fairly sure is maybe your C6 and 7, maybe the T1, whenever you first got hurt.”

“Yes, ma’am,” they mumble.

Stop thinking Y/N looks cute. Also, what were those letter-number things?

Sighing, his friend stares at their upper arm.

So, during the, like, he doesn’t know, 5 minutes or whatever it was when the old man helped him slump to the bathroom so he could finally take a piss, Y/N’s upper arm was wrapped to their torso to prevent them from hurting it more. They keep overdoing it, and they keep taking their damn sling off, so Patricia made a compromise, he guesses.

And after doing a modeling-pose type thing with their wrapped arm and asking who was wearing their gauze better, them or him, Y/N immediately tried to do the tomahawk chop and move like a robot and why is he finding that so damn cute right now?.

Patricia winks at Y/N. “Name some of the muscles up there and I won’t put the rest in a sling."

You

“Ooh, bicep, tricep,” basics out of the way. “This, um, one of these over here is the brachialis, this is the deltoid, the teres major’s under here.” You got that muscle wrong on an anatomy midterm back during college and never forgot about it. “This here is the trapezius.” Because the dudes who do the trapeze at the circus got real big ones (or at least that’s how you remember it). “And, well, the clavicle is this bone, so the bone under it is the scapula, which means right about here’s the subscapularis muscle,” that she said you may have hurt, “Oh, duh, then ‘the major one is the pectoralis.’ And—”

“—Okay, no sling.”

Phew. “Thank you!”

“For now, anyway. Meanwhile, Hersh is givin’ me a look, let’s get to cleaning our friend, here.”

Him

The funny part is, as Patricia left, she made a face and said, “I don’t remember most of the muscle or bone names, I just took Y/N's word for it. Now, Daryl, don’t go gettin’ out of bed, stay put.”

Now he’s finally laying down, nothing else to be done to him. He’s so damn tired.

He’s scrubbed up, too. Got a big-ass bandage over his head, wrapped all around. That was a trip; Patricia and Y/N washed his head and neck over a bowl. He counted the seconds til it was over, half-listened to whatever they were chatting about to distract himself.

Once he was bound up like a cartoon character and given instruction to not get it wet, Hershel came back and walked him to the bathroom again, this time to clean everything else off.

There was a little stool thing in the shower, with the shower hose on the ground instead of hanging. “Don’t get your head or the bandage wet. There's a waterproof cover over the dressing on your side that you'll have to remove when you're finished. Now, I imagine you prefer total privacy, but if you need the help, I can assist, or I can get your friend Theodore, if your prefer.”

“M’fine.”

The simple response “I’ll be outside the door, Daryl,” surprised him. Made him feel stupid and ashamed and comforted all at the same time.

And he…he needed the damn help. Ain’t like the old guy hadn’t seen his back already, anyway.

Still, the old man mostly stayed behind the shower curtain at his request, and he didn’t see his junk or nothing, Daryl made sure to keep himself covered.

Part of him felt like some pathetic little cat getting a flea bath.

Today was something else.

So goddamned tired…

You

Not 15 minutes went by since he was escorted to the washroom and now he’s fast asleep under the sheets.

Lori and you stayed inside with Carl (and Daryl), and Carol and Rick brought in plates of food into the house for the four of you.

Carol cooked up some jerky with an egg for Daryl as a special treat with the rest of his meal. Menu for tonight is peanut butter sandwiches (sort of, they’re on saltines), hard-boiled eggs (not soft-boiled, you checked this time), with sauteed field greens.

Your poor friend must be ravenous, but it looks like tiredness won this round. He looks so different asleep. Sweet, even. It's silly, but his light snores almost sound like purring and now you're thinking about kittens.

Another moment in the quiet, and you figure you shouldn’t stand there like a weirdo anymore.

Well, his egg and the peanut butter sandwiches will keep until he wakes up, and the jerky and egg will taste great either way, but his portion of sauteed field greens won’t be nice cold. You’re only a little bummed when you slide your portion of little sandwiches onto his plate and take his portion of greens. He’s earned extra treats, he can have all the peanut butter he wants after what he found today.

You inhale deeply. Exhale slowly. Close your eyes and ask inwardly for help after offering more thanks that he came back alive, and found concrete proof of Sophia.

It’s nice to be in the quiet. It feels safer better to be away from Shane right now, too. You aren’t sure what you’re going to do about the sleeping situation other than tell your brother to set up his own tent.

You also take one of the cracker sandwiches, it’s been a rough day. But when you start to nibble on it…your appetite is gone. Which is so dumb, dude, you’d been stoked at the thought of chowing down when you were high on Daryl being okay and having found Sophia’s doll.

Daryl’s chest rises and falls. You listen to his light snores, and find it, as Amy would’ve said, “interesting,” (but understandable) that your stomach has a few butterflies at seeing him so peaceful and still.

You miss Amy. Which prompts you to consider that you should check on Andrea. Earlier, Dale had come in and asked a bunch of questions for her because she was too ashamed to see people. From wherever she is right now, Amy is probably hoping you’ll help comfort her big sister.

Patricia stops you before you exit the house through the side-door. “Been meanin' to ask, I heard you tell your brother to get out, earlier. Everythin’ okay?”

That question was unexpected, words aren’t working for you. You shake and nod at the same time, which is weird, so, you open your mouth to fix it, but nothing formulates.

After a second try, all you can stumble through is “I don’t know, ma’am,” before ungracefully scooting outside.

After 5 minutes of polite conversation on the steps, mainly between you and Dale regarding Daryl’s status, Andrea is still dumbfounded that she’d almost killed someone.

“He’s really okay?”

“He’s bandaged and resting now. You only winged him, but the falls he took earlier did the most damage, Andy.” You’re trying not to be angry with her, but failing. Which sucks, because you know she was trying to protect the group…

But that she still shot it even though it was against Mr. Greene’s wishes and she knew that indicates an unhealthy variety of pride. One can't be having that kind of attitude with a firearm, it ain't good. And Daryl was almost a casualty because of it.

And like, come on, there were five of you running toward her target, it was dangerous for her to attempt to shoot from that angle! Doesn’t she understand that’s irrespons—ugh, and isn’t Shane supposed to have been doing gun safety shit with her? Isn’t that his whole wannabe jarhead schtick—great, now you’re more upset about Shane!

“I’m glad you’re enjoying those, ” Dale tells you, nodding at your cracker and chuckling. “They’re the part of dinner I rushed to help make, this evening was…something.”

He shrugs, and you remember how Daryl grunted that today was ‘somethin’ else.’

“I suppose having spread the peanut butter on crackers was a small step up from offering it on spoons to everyone,” he muses.

You can’t help but hum, a spoonful of peanut butter sounds scrumptious right now. Makes a good breakfast or snack, too.

“Did Daryl eat enough?” Andrea worries. “Does he need anything?”

“He was asleep when I brought him his supper, but I left my portion of the crackers—minus this one—on his plate.”

“Come to think of it, I’m not sure he’s a fan of peanut butter,” Dale thinks out loud. “I offered him some for breakfast one morning, and now that I recall, he backed away from it.”

Not like peanut butter?

“—Oh my God, what if he’s he allergic?” Andrea breathes.

“Nah, he ate a peanut yesterday. I was havin’ one of the little packets for lunch and he tried one, he can’t be allergic,” you assure them. And surely he doesn’t not like peanuts. That would be so sad!

It gets quiet.

Andrea stares at her feet.

“I can’t believe almost killed him.” She inhales and buries her face in her hands. “I shot someone.”

And Dale is only meaning to ease her discomfort and add some levity—but whether it’s because of the new bond you have with Daryl, or maybe because here’s something of a flashback hitting you from how you’d had to actually shoot a living person a few months ago—when Dale jokes to you, “Like I told her, we’ve all wanted to shoot Daryl,” you become livid.

After two shallow breaths of your inner tea kettle screaming, this sentence: “Guess y’all will want sunshine over here to work on her aim, then,” seethes out as you stand and book it to the fields.

The past several days especially has shown you how wrong your initial conclusions about that man were. He’s a work-in-progress, make no mistake, but shit if he ain’t working on it!

Unlike your brother, who keeps getting worse, who just tried to flirt with Lori by saying he didn’t care about a missing, abused little girl—the same little girl Daryl was willing to almost die to find!

Horrified at Shane and about today; confused, embarrassed, overwhelmed, in pain, overtired, and therefore angry about everything, you walk, hyperventilate, and finally, quietly, start to cry.

Then you accidentally drop the peanut butter cracker and cry harder.

The light swish of your boots in the grass starts to crunch when you reach the sandy part by now-boarded-up well. You walk faster, neither wanting to be near the two-part walker inside nor in the area where apparently, Daryl dumped Merle’s ‘hard stuff,’ as he slurred to you earlier during his trauma assessment.

Soon you’re by the rocks you’d climbed the other night. You step up and sit on a lower one and sniffle another minute or so until the worst of it seems to have spilled out.

When will you get a better handle on your temper?

While you’re busy wallowing in self-pity, you notice Dale’s watch ticking and are reminded that you have to return it.

You stand.

Trudge back with your tail between your legs.

He and Andrea are still on the steps.

“I’m sorry. I let my anger get the better of me,” you tell them softly.

Dale waves you over. “Come back and sit if you like, kiddo. It’s been a long day.”

“It’s been somethin’,” you mumble. “And you aren’t a bad shot, Andrea, I was being snotty.” About an inch to your left and he’d have been a goner, you leave out.

“I’m glad I wasn’t as good a shot as I’d hoped,” she sounds ashamed to say. Her head is still hanging low when she makes a one-sided smile and taps the spot next to her. “Will you be helping with shooting practice tomorrow?”

“If that’s still on, yeah.” Shane was enlisting your help with that, which means you’ll have to act civil…ugh, why worry about tomorrow, tomorrow will worry about itself. You take the watch off, hand it to Dale. “Here you go, Mr. H.”

“Ah, very good. I would hate to start losing track of the days, then we’d really be in for it. Let’s see…an hour until it’s time to wind her up.”

The breeze carries the smell of woodsmoke with it. You lean against Andrea for a moment, she leans back.

Then Shane comes into view.

When you catch his eye, you shake your head in warning in case he’s thinking about coming over and schmoozing with the others as if he didn’t just f—tomorrow will be better. Things will be better in the morning. He’ll apologize and things will be better and you’ll all have a good day and maybe Sophia will be found.

“Y/N, how about we talk later tonight?” Dale murmurs.

Did he see the face you made at Shane?

Best change the subject. “If we do, is it finally my turn to borrow that awful book I’ve heard so much about?”

“The Case of the Missing Man is not an awful book,” he chuckles back, then shrugs. “Maybe Jimmie Herron’s style isn’t everyone’s cup of tea. My Irma didn’t like his work, either.”

“Y/N, it’s really not great,” Andrea drones.

“Glenn said the same.”

“Amy had me read it so we could, um,” her gaze grows teary. She closes her eyes for a moment, then smiles and shakes her head. “‘Share the trauma.’”

You smile and shake your head, too. That sounds like Amy. “She finished it up in my tent while I was knocked out with a migraine, first thing out of her mouth to me when I woke up was how lame it was. Told me you had first dibs.”

“Then I lent it to T-Dog”

Oh, right. On the first half-week of the trek to Fort Benning, his nose was stuck in it. “He plowed on through it, didn’t he?”

“He wanted the torture to be over.”

You and she snort, Dale just chuckles again. “After you finish it, only Rick, and our young Carl—oh, and, uh your br—and Shane, they’ll be the only ones to not have done so.” He points his finger as if an idea just popped into his head. “But both Jacqui and Lori thought it was good.”

“Bless their hearts, they loved watching soaps, though, what does that tell us?” you giggle to them.

Dale lifts his hands in surrender. “See me later, troublemaker, I’ll lend you my ‘awful’ book and we can talk. I’m gonna hold you to it.” He looks at Andrea. “Young lady, will you be alright?”

“Yes. I'm just not ready to face anyone yet.”

“You know where to find me.”

She rests her arms on her knees and slouches again, stare fixed on nothing much. You go to rest your arms on your knees, too, and are immediately reminded that that particular position is a no-go for you right now.

“Y/N, after what happened with Ed, when did the feeling of wanting to hide go away?”

“Mine was an easier situation," you quietly point out. "And it wasn’t just me, Shane was the one who—" you grimace at the memory. "You were there.”

“Mm.”

To answer her question, “But I guess it wasn’t til, y’know, I faced people again that I got I didn’t have to hide. Shane's sense of 'duty' helped, too. But after I talked to Carol, saw Sophia smile at me, when I knew they were on my side, I didn’t mind so much about the rest.”

“Pretty sure everyone was on your side with that,” she mutters. “For what I just did…”

“Pretty sure even Daryl will, um, well th-that you were tryin’ to protect the group.” …oof.

She lifts her eyebrows. “You aren’t good at lying, Y/N.”

It wasn’t a lie, per se. “Objectively, you were tryin’ to protect the group.”

“I wanted to feel in-control and like I could do it.”

Oh.

She admitted that? If only your brain could come up with something heartfelt or whatever the situation called for to convey how much humility from someone so confident and self-assured means, instead of this: “I wanna be on your apocalypse survival team.”

A sigh leaves her, and she simply asks, “Just let me know how furious he is with me. I'm dreading how he’ll be when he’s up. I'm a little scared, while I’m being honest.”

“Hm?”

“Daryl.”

“You’re scared of him?”

She eyes you. “We’ve all seen how he can fly off his handle. He waved that knife at Rick and your brother, the axe at Jenner.”

Oh, right. That didn’t even consider cross your mind, that she’d be scared of his reaction to...being shot in the…head. Man, your brain is not working.

It can’t even configure a response again, now you’re just shaking your head like a confused mute.

“You don’t think I have to worry, Y/N?”

“No,” you answer truthfully. “You might would feel better if you saw him, he's probably up an eatin' dinner by now."

"I think now's too soon."

"Trust me, he’s holed up in bed now, he’s about as scary as a sleepy kitten.”

“Kittens have teeth and sharp claws,” she dryly states.

Your mind immediately hops to the exciting fact that you have yet to meet the Greene’s barn cat(s) as you stand and lead Andrea inside through the side door to get to Daryl’s room, waving to Beth reading her book as you pass.

“Beth, this is Andrea. Andrea this is Beth. She’s the one who made the pudding for Carl. She’s Mr. Greene’s youngest.”

Andrea smiles and goes in for a shake. Beth shyly waves, the returning of the handshake ending up as an awkward afterthought.

Sweet as she is, leaving her in peace is probably what she’s hoping for (the poor teenager’s home and front yard is full of wounded strangers).

And you almost make it through the full sentence before gasping in delight when you see what book she has.“We’re just checkin’ on Dar—is that a choose-your-own-adventure book??”

Him

There was this loud noise in another room, woke him for a second. Y/N’s laugh stuck out from the other sounds.

While falling back asleep, he remembered how he'd made them laugh really loud when he ripped that $20 bill that night at the CDC. How they’d belly-laughed so hard at his dumb, tipsy-ass joke had felt so damned unexpectedly good.

He’s back asleep before the amount of pain he’s in can really register.

You

“I’ll bring it over after I talk to Mr. Horvath. He’s the older man in our group, I love him to pieces, you probably saw him in his bucket hat?” you tell Beth.

Jimmy apparently has been poking fun at her reading choose-your-own-adventure books to pass the time because they’re ‘for kids,’ so, lending him The Case of the Missing Man was decided to be the best way to get back at him.

You hope y’all didn’t wake Daryl, it’d gotten a little animated for a minute. To make up for it, you tiptoe when you trek down the hall to his room, Andrea and Beth behind you.

Beth left something of hers in there before he was brought in, but she was hesitant to go in there (which you praised, teenage girls and unknown older men don’t mix). Anyway, she was hesitant because she’s a little, um, well, kinda intimidated by him.

Andrea invited her to join you two, citing “Y/N says he’s as scary as a sleepy kitten right now.”

At his door, you knock lightly and call his name. Wait for an answer, try again.

Upon listening more carefully, his snores sound through the door and let you know he’s still asleep. Slowly, slowly, you open it.

As subtly as you can, you step into room and pull the sheet that had fallen down back over his shoulder before the girls see the scarring.

Daryl stirs, then grunts something incoherent as he flinches, blinks, and tries to turn toward you.

“It’s just me,” you hush. “I was fixin’ your sheet, it’d fallen.” You tuck the sheet down over his shoulder, gently and slowly. “You’re safe in the Greene’s house. Go back to sleep, sweetheart.”

His muscles relax and he’s back to snoring before the pet name is finished slipping out of your mouth.

Still standing beside him, you watch his side rise and fall, rise and fall. Reminds you how grateful you are. He really does look so helpless and sweet right now.

You notice Beth peeking back and forth between you and him, but she quickly looks away.

Poor buddy. If the man is this tired, he’ll rest better with closed curtains. He’s big on privacy, besides. Carefully, you start to draw them shut. Andrea joins.

Once they’re all pulled closed and the room is dimmer, she puts her hand on your arm and gently pulls you back into the hall, Beth leading the way. You make sure the door doesn’t make too much noise as it shuts.

“Thanks,” Beth whispers.

“Scary as a sleepy kitten, right?” Oh, that reminds you, “Y’all don’t have a barn cat or two, do you?”

“N-not anymore.”

Aw, that’s sad. “I’m sorry, little one.”

“Oh, um—d-don’t get too close to the big, shuttered barn, okay?” she rushes to add.

Before you can both nod and tell her ‘of course,’ she then stumbles through, “There’s—it’s—the, um—it’s just not real safe!”

She looks so freaked out and nervous that you forget you’re supposed to respond.

Lucky for you, Andrea, smooth as ever, assures her “We’ll let Carl know not play around there,” and starts to chat about how she “steers clear of old barns” ever since she spotted “the biggest rat I’ve ever seen come out of one at a company retreat,” while Patricia comes downstairs hugging to her side what looks like a wedding photo.

Beth scurries away, you make eye contact with Andrea, then Patricia gets your attention.

“Sweet pea, about tonight,” she begins, hands pressed together with her fingertips toward you. “Daryl’s gonna need to be checked on—”

“—Of course. I’ll stay with him. Please do me a list of what to check for and how often?”

“Will do. Try and borrow that big watch again, you’ll need it. Prolly will do well to have somebody else, maybe Carol to help. I'll go find her. You know, there’s an old air mattress in the attic, I’ll have Jimmy fill it up. Just go grab your sleeping bag,” she tells you.

“Thank you!” You’d been hoping for a way to avoid Shane all night. Is this a gift from above or something?

A reminder of, “Don’t use your injured side to carry your sleeping bag in,” from Patricia sends you on your way outdoors to retrieve your stuff.

The air is cooling off as the sun sets. The sky is a hazy orange-pink.

“Y/N, I didn’t realize,” Andrea says, slowly walking beside you.

“Realize what?”

“You two.”

You, too? Is she talking about your shoulder, maybe? “What’d I do? Do you mean my wrapped arm?”

She peers at you, head tilted to the side. “You and Daryl,” she softly clarifies. “It was Dale who wondered first, after you had to excuse yourself.”

Me and Daryl? “What’d we do?” Perhaps she's referring to the search today? Andrea isn’t one to not speak her mind plainly, you wonder why she’s not being more succinct. She doesn't know about you having shot that guy. Dale has an idea, but he's tight-lipped about it.

“So, you and he…?” she trails off.

So, you start to fill her in about the search. “Before Daryl found the doll, we’d—”

—OH WAIT, now you get it!

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