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#this was made without my brain and to just test a brush but I got inspired and things happened 🌈
linterteatime · 5 months
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Young goobers, so silly...
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steddieas-shegoes · 6 months
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One sentence for your brain kickstart
"How did you do that?!"
Eddie was certain that Nancy Wheeler was the one who sold her soul to the devil.
Or maybe he was just a little loopy from the drugs they were still pumping into his system.
He was told if he could finish all his exams with a C or better, he could graduate. Kind of a "we're sorry we were wrong about you but we want you gone" thing.
Nancy made him flashcards, and sat with him for a couple hours every afternoon going over her own study guides for classes.
She'd quickly found that he was smart enough to pass without her help, except for one subject: pre-calculus.
He tried, she watched him try, and she tried so hard to explain in a way that he could understand, but he just couldn't.
"I'm calling in reinforcements," she said on the third afternoon in a row of Eddie getting so frustrated his heart rate spiked and a nurse walked in to make sure he was okay.
"Who at Hawkins is smarter than you?" Eddie asked, doing his best not to let the frustrated tears fall yet.
"Overall? No one. But in pre-calc? Steve."
No way.
There was no way.
"Steve Harrington? The Steve that carried me out of hell? The Steve that looked me in my eye yesterday and asked if I knew any Hobbits in real life?" Eddie's confusion only grew as Nancy started to nod along. "You can't be fuckin' serious. My future depending on the abilities of Steve."
"If he can't help, I'm not sure who can."
So they finished up his biology practice exam and waited.
When Steve arrived, Nancy caught him up on everything while Eddie watched him nodding along, hands on his hips like he was receiving his next instructions during a basketball game.
She left, saluting him on her way out the door, an unreadable smirk on her face.
"So. Pre-calc is trying to kill you?" Steve asked as he sat in the chair Nancy had just occupied.
"It may succeed," he grumbled back.
"Nah. If I can pass with an A, you can." Steve looked over one of the papers Nancy had handed to him before leaving, brows furrowing. "This is from the practice test you did?"
"Failed it," Eddie nodded, playing with the rings on his finger.
Steve set the papers down on his meal tray on wheels, pulling it closer so they could both look at it.
"I see where you were going. You just took a wrong turn, see?" Steve started working the problem from the beginning, the pencil scratching against the paper as Steve found the answer with ease.
"How did you do that?!" Eddie asked after a moment of shocked silence.
"I'll show you slowly. You're just overthinking the third step."
Steve explained each step, showing him as he went exactly what to do.
It took a couple tries, but Eddie finally got it.
The next day, Nancy gave him another practice test.
He passed with a B.
And after another study session with Steve, he passed the real thing with an A.
When Steve heard, he leaned down and kissed the top of his head unexpectedly.
Eddie stared up at him with wide eyes.
"Dammit. I knew the drugs were good, but now I know I've been dreaming this whole time," Eddie whispered, afraid to wake himself up.
"They haven't even given you anything today so you could take your exams, Eds."
"Oh. Right." Eddie blinked. "So, that was real?"
Steve answered with a brush of his lips against Eddie's.
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updownlately · 8 months
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say my name (and everything just stops)
| alessia russo x reader
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“What do you think?”
Doing a little spin, Alessia modelled her dress for you.
Eyes widening at the sight before you, you let your gaze trace over the striker, loving the way the black cloth fit. 
You knew your girlfriend could make anything look gorgeous, but this? This took the win by a landslide- easily being one of your most favourite outfits of hers. 
You were about to tell Alessia as much, mouth opening to speak right as she spoke.
“I bought it because I thought it would look great on your bedroom floor…”
Taking a second to comprehend what Alessia had just said, you blushed at the words. 
Head turning to the side in a vain effort to not get flustered, your tongue pushed into your cheek as an impressed look crossed your face.
You forgot what you were about to say moments earlier, just barely collecting yourself to look back over at Alessia, a small shrug and raised eyebrows your only response.
An amused smile shone on the blonde’s face, the Gunner deciding to tease you a bit more, obsessed with the rosy hue that always coated your cheeks at even the slightest flirtations
“I mean, if you’re having doubts, we can always test it out and see how you like it…”
At this point you didn’t know what to say, too flabbergasted with your girlfriend’s forwardness.
Biting her own lip to hide a smile, Alessia eyed you carefully, heart melting as your blush reddened, head ducking, eyes downcast as you dug your toe into the floor.
Deciding to take it a step further, she stepped forward to where you stood, taking your slightly shaky hands in her own, placing them on her shoulders as hers promptly went to your waist. 
If your brain had been glitching before, it was definitely short-circuiting now. 
Mouth opening and closing a few times, you willed words to come out but there was nothing but pure silence, silent pining and anticipation thrumming in your veins. 
It was at your fourth impression of a fish out of water that Alessia decided to put you out of your misery- or into more misery if you were asked.
Whispering your name into the space between you, the footballer tugged you closer to her, closing the gap between your bodies. 
All you could feel now was Alessia. Her hair slightly tickling your ear. Her strawberry perfume overwhelming you in the best way possible. Her slight exhales against your own. All you knew was Alessia, Alessia, Alessia- the rest of the world fading away in that moment.  
Only a fraction of a hair of space between you both, your bodies pressed together in the dim room, you could feel your heartbeat start to race even faster.
“Less…” Your exhale was quiet, only heard because the blonde was as near as she was.
You got a hum in response, the girl in question only bringing your faces closer. 
“Did you know I absolutely love the way my name falls from your lips? I can even think of a few circumstances where I’d absolutely die for it…preferably when a bed’s involved…”
By now your brain was mush- complete and utter mush.
Closing your eyes, you willed yourself to keep it together, nervous for where this could go. 
Swallowing hard, you let your forehead fall against the hers. 
“God…”
“Not my name but I guess I don’t mind being called that for a night…”
You let out a quiet huff, mind frenzied in the most pleasant way. 
“Please…” You couldn’t help the plea that fell from your lips, your body completely surrendering without even so much as thinking of anything past this point.
“Please what?”
Taking a deep breath in, you considered backing out now, stepping away, pretending none of this happened, saving your dignity before you nearly started begging.
Your decision, however, was made for you, the grip on your waist tightening ever so slightly- the gentle pressure heady. 
“Please just kiss me…” Your lips were nearly brushing hers as you spoke.
“Yeah? Or what?”
You groaned in response, before not able to handle the flirting and now the teasing.
“Lessi…please…”
You were at the point beyond recovery, too far gone in the intoxicating presence of Alessia around you, the feel of her, her touch, her closeness, to care now.
You tried again…the first ask futile.
“Alessia…”
“Or what?”
You could feel the smile on your blonde’s face, the grin growing with each second.
Mind barely snapping out of it, you managed to form a somewhat coherent sentence, more words than what you had strung out in the past few minutes. 
“Fuck around and find out then…” The teasing threat was clear as your hold on her strengthened. 
“Let’s just fuck around, yeah?”
Feeling the striker close the gap, you let yourself be consumed by the following kiss, being gently pulled towards your shared bed, trusting Alessia as she guided you. 
Glad that your best friend was that and everything more, you followed her blindly, letting the electricity in the room charge you, patience and anticipation of the night to come exciting you. 
Yeah, this was definitely your most favourite dress of hers. 
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doe-prince · 4 months
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I love Golden Shrike! I've had my own comic idea for about a decade now, but I'm wondering, for you, how long did it take you to be confident enough with your art to start your comics? had you attempted panels and backgrounds earlier and didn't put them out because you weren't happy with them yet? I'm almost done with my characters and writing but I'm worried I'm not good enough to actually start doing panels
(these are just my views and experiences! there's as many approaches as there's artists)
I was BAD when I started comics, but then I again I was a kid who didn't care if my bunny-cat-digimon comics weren't good enough, it was just fun to do. Which is what it should still be, fun and a fulfillment to you. I think the happiest an artisit can be is when they can draw like they have no audience.
My comics stopped in my teenhood when I actually wanted to make something good. I made so much groundwork but VERY rarely got to the actual page production because I thought everything should be perfect, but we all know there's no such thing. When I noticed all my attempts were doomed, I stopped making them for like ten years until I was zapped with Fuck It We Ball-mentality. And it's the best thing that has happened to me. Childhood whimsy. Make your own toys.
Did I make test pages for Golden Shrike before starting production? Well, the first page of the comic is a test page. And the second page. And the whole first chapter. I just never stopped. Not smart but it's what works for me. Starting these 'test pages' has kickstarted two bigger comics for me, Golden Shrike and Jet and Harley.
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Sure I made couple of style tests for GS even though I had a clear visual vision from the start, but Jet and Harley I just started to draw without any real practice pieces, just based on couple of CSP brushes I wanted to use. This isn't very smart as you'll likely find out later that MAN, this style takes too much effort, but if you're unlike me and don't care so much for consistency, you can always simplify it on the fly. And even I've had to change it: I stopped shading after chapter 5, briefly used 3D assets in upcoming pages, now I'm gonna shrink the font a little. They're teeny tiny things for readers, but huge for me.
There's many comic authors who like to plan every little detail before getting to work, but it doesn't work for me so I can't say much about it. I have a skeleton to follow, but I fully flesh out each chapter one by one when I reach them with pages, because I like to revisit my old visions with fresh brains. When you actually get to work, you might realize some scenes aren't needed, or they'd be better changed. Don't be scared to crack some ribs off your story skeleton. Being too loyal to your old vision can often hinder you.
Starting production is the biggest monster in comic making, but after the first step you'll mow over it leaving it in your dust and create a baby you can be so proud of. I wish you, and everyone else on the cusp of their projects GOOD LUCK, HAVE FUN, LOVE YOUR WORK.
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vmpiires · 4 months
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ok i got one. gojo fucking y/n until her brain doesn’t practically work / until her brain goes to mush 💯💯💪🏾💪🏾
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𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔
„𝐒𝐀𝐘 𝐌𝐘 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄”
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: ̗̀➛ 18+ CONTENT!!!
: ̗̀➛ afab!reader, light sex, praising, proofread so i apologize in advance for any mistakes if they’re made.
: ̗̀➛ art creds by;; currently unknown. dividers are not mine, if you own these, you may claim them in comments.
: ̗̀➛ WORD COUNT;; 936
* dark mode recommended
* do not copy this plot. i’m perfectly fine with inspirations but give creds. if this plot his stolen in any way, the post will be taken down and you will be blocked.
𝐃𝐀𝐊𝐎𝐓𝐀𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒 ✉️🖇️;; wrote this up in class. i hope ya likeeee. reblog to support meeeee and if you want more :D
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destiny’s child’s song “say my name” was playing loudly off your spotify playlist on your tv as you brushed your hair. your hair was dry after you washed it and did your hair care routine. you’d put some oil in your hair for extra moisture and continue to brush it from the ends going up to your scalp.
“heyyyy, i love this song.” you heard gojo say as he entered your room. you could hear him singing along with the song. his goofiness made you smile and it always made your day when you were upset.
you turn around to him, “i didn’t know you liked this song,” you giggle. gojo nodded, having a big goofy grin on his face.
“yeahh, i love your music taste…uh..some of it,” he chuckled. it was true, gojo loved the songs you played. whether it was some violent gang banging music or something soft like chris brown or any 80s-90s rnb songs, he was always down to test the waters of your music.
“hey, hurry up and finish your hair, i wanna cuddle.” gojo stated as he began taking off his shirt. the male was out with his best friend, geto, doing some work and fighting off any spirits they might’ve encountered during that time. you couldn’t blame him for being tired.
you finish with your hair and put a bonnet on your head so it could be protected while you relaxed with gojo in bed and turned off your music, putting on a random movie to play on netflix. you lie down beside your icy haired boyfriend and he immediately puts his arms around you, holding you tightly.
gojo starts kissing your shoulder, slightly distracting you from the movie that you were watching. you didn’t know what was happening but you were interested in the film sort of. it wasn’t long until gojo was on top of you, kissing you all over.
“i thought you said you wanted to cuddle,” you interject, making gojo stop and smirk at you. when he made that face, you knew what he was up to and you weren’t opposed to his actions so you let him continue.
sexual interaction with gojo was sort of funny because he was always making jokes with you while he was forcing his dick in your guts, which made you stop laughing at him. you had a feeling he’d do that again.
tonight was different. gojo was prepping you, sticking his face in your wetness. you could feel the tip of his nose tickling your cunt while his tongue circled your folds then plunged down into you, sucking and slurping your fluids.
you put your hand down on his head and gripped his snow white hair. your hips bucked into his face before gojo would push his hands down against your hips, forcing you to stop your movement.
your moans were motivating him to move faster. he’d lift his head only to spit on your womanhood and continue to lick you until you were clean and ready for him, just so he could ruin you all over again. once he finished with that, he’d remove his boxers and stuff his length inside you without warning, making you yelp.
gojo laughed, “did i surprise you? or did it hurt?” he asked, still having that smile on his face even though his face was covered in your fluids. he didn’t even bother wiping it off. he liked the feeling of your mess coating his skin like a face mask. now he wanted to feel everything. and he wanted you to feel it too.
you shake your head, “you just didn’t give me a warning, that’s all.” you managed to get out between all of your moaning and groaning. trying your hardest to not turn into a moaning mess. but he’d do it to you anyway.
while the unknown movie played on your tv, gojo was pounding into you, showing no signs of stopping. he put his head down into the crook of your neck, kissing it. his kisses turned into bites while simultaneously sucking your skin to create a hickey.
“what’s my name, princess?” you heard gojo ask. you were so drunk off pleasure that you completely forgot what was going on. you forgot where you were. your mind completely blank. the only thing on your mind was gojo and how he was making you feel.
“gojo,” you moan. he’d pick up his speed, wanting to see his bulge through your stomach as he pounded you into the bed. you felt like your were sinking down into the mattress because of the position he was holding you in.
“sorry, i didn’t exactly hear what you said.” gojo chuckled before he let out a long and deep groan. he would continue to slam into you until he heard his name filling the room countless times.
he was fucking you dumb. you felt like a mindless zombie that only knew one word. one name. you were drooling all over yourself as your mouth hung open and your head leaning back against the headboard of your bed.
“is that all you know how to say?” gojo teased. you couldn’t even say anything to counter her statement. you were lost in another world. a place you couldn’t even comprehend.
before you knew it, you were making another mess for him. you let out a contempt sigh when the two of you finish. you felt exhausted but you felt like you wanted another round at the same time.
“okay, now we can cuddle.” gojo beamed, smiling at you, laying his head down on you.
𝐄𝐍𝐃.
⋆。࿇ ·࣭࣪̇˖ 𖦹°༅༚
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beelmons · 1 year
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Experimental Pedagogy (18+)
cw: reader is a college student, oral fem receiving, mentions of economy concepts
A/N: I wrote this as a gift for our adorable @cassiemartzz , i hope this can get you going through the semester and i'm also very sorry i wrote it like a month before it ends lksjskf ily
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The night had fallen earlier than you expected. You weren’t sure at what moment all that time had gone by, and it wasn’t the first time you had that sensation. Whenever you tried to study, specifically when it came to your international economy class, the minutes just seemed to slip through your fingers away from your grasp, and the information did the exact same thing away from your brain. The topic was so boring, not even a reward system was keeping you focused, nothing was motivation to swallow down endless concepts of useless themes. 
Spencer, being the boy genius that he was, had long figured out perhaps mental stimuli was not enough; he made it his little project to find a way you could feel yourself getting compensated for your hard work. And he tried, and tried: money, food, baked goods, objects, trips, they all worked for a limited period of time until you lost interest. He wondered if you were simply doomed to struggle with concentration, but it pained him to see you so frustrated, so tired, he couldn’t just give up. And he didn’t. After a million tries, Spencer finally found the way to keep your brain engaged. 
Physical stimuli was the answer. 
“Who’s considered the father of the modern day global economy?” he asked, his face not moving to look at you. 
He was settled in between your legs while you sat on your desk, a completely dark room barely illuminated by your computer screen. Your underwear had been gone for about an hour, and he had yet to reach your exposed core. He had gotten frustratingly close, though. 
This is how the game went: You had two hours to study as much as you could, he would read alongside you, albeit constantly finish way faster than you, and whenever you finished a paragraph he removed a piece of clothing, or caressed a specific spot, or kissed a well-liked area. Once you were ready for a test, he would kneel before your desk to press kisses to your inner thigh as he asked questions. For every right answer, you got a kiss closer to your slit, and if you were good enough, you could have his tongue. 
You only got to cum once you aced it. 
“Adam Smith.” you muttered, your tongue tracing over your lips as you watched his lips get closer to your needy cunt. 
“That’s my girl.” he grinned. 
His hands were spreading your legs open, since once you had dared to almost crush his skull and use his tongue without completing the test. He enjoyed so, very much, but academic integrity was crucial, and he was not about to let you take advantage once again. 
His lips attached to the remaining gap of skin next to your outer lips, his kiss was more of a bite, a rough suck that you were sure was going to be sore the next morning. Your back arched at the feeling, and you let out a wince. 
“Name of the international trade treaty held between the US, Canada, and Mexico.” his breath hitting your skin was driving you crazy, honestly, you had never wanted him to shut up more. 
“NAFTA.” you said with resolution. 
Spencer's head tilted to be facing your sex, and just when you thought he was going to give you what you needed, he simply blew hot air against the area of your clit. 
“That’s the old name.” he said, and you could feel absolute rage boil within you. 
“USMCA!” you yelled, anger plastered all over your tone. 
That emotion, however, dissipated in a blink once you finally felt the relief of his tongue. He wasn’t going to let you go that easy, though, so his muscle just trailed over your outer labia, not going into your slit or clit just yet. However, he thought you deserved your reward, and he purposely let his nose brush, although barely, against the sensitive nub. 
You did try to buck your hips forward, mind you, but his hands stopped you. Once he had licked enough, leaving your skin as wet as your insides were, he spoke up again. 
“This concept refers to the ability of a country to naturally produce goods for a cheaper price.” he asked against your core. 
Regardless of Spencer’s stoic demeanor as a teacher, he was just a man, and the passion he felt for teaching was often overtaken by the passion he felt for your body. While you scrambled  through your mind in an attempt to find the answer, his lips kept pressing soft kisses around the area, still not allowing his tongue to insert anywhere. 
“Come on,” he stopped his movements to raise his gaze at you “I know you know this, say it.” 
Your eyes locked with his, ever big and shiny like a puppy’s; there was a certain desperation in his eyes, and your eyebrows raised in question, after all he was supposed to be there to support you. 
“Don’t look at me like that.” he rolled his eyes lightly at your judging expression “I’m dying to taste you.” 
The praise disguised as a complaint gave you the final encouragement you needed, and it was like your brain sparkled with knowledge all of a sudden. 
“Comparative advantage.” you said. 
His face disappeared as soon as his brain fact-checked your answer; his eyes no longer locked with yours, since his tongue was entangled in your insides. You could feel him prod inside and out, taking his time to coat his tongue in your taste. Your legs threatened to close on his face again, a tight grip stopping you from it. Your hands locked on his messy hair, trying to keep him in place. 
You were already overstimulated as it was, having had him down there for over an hour, teasing and caressing like you were senseless, like he didn’t have any effect on you, even though he was well aware it was the opposite. Your back was arched against your study chair, and the only sounds in the entire place were your moans mixed by the erotic slurps of his mouth. 
“One last question.” once he felt you clench around him, dangerously close to your climax, he stopped his movements “What’s the main economic indicator of a country regarding the production of goods and services?” 
His tongue didn’t truly leave you unattended, instead, it just moved in painfully slow circles around your clit, keeping you on edge. Your breath was awfully rushed, making it unable for you to respond right away regardless of your clear knowledge of the answer. He took a long, slow lap at your core, trailing up every inch of it, all while having his big honey-like eyes fixed on your hot face. 
“GDP or Gross Domestic Product.” you answered when your eyes met hiss. 
Without breaking eye contact, his lips wrapped around your nup, and his tongue moved side to side at a rapid pace. You let out a pleasured, high-pitched noise as your climax took over you, your fluids spilling all over his face. Once you stopped trembling from the pleasure, he took his time to clean up any moisture left on your skin, sending light bolts through your veins whenever he touched an over-sensitive spot. 
“Jesus, Spencer.” you said, defeatedly laying against your seat “I still don’t understand how I can retain any information when you eat me out like that.” 
“Actually,” he began, standing up from the floor “the basis for this technique relies on unconscious rewarding instead of conscious rewarding. While you’re taking the test you will remember the sensations instead of the concepts directly, and eventually your unconscious will just make the connection between the two. Similar to how we sometimes use smells to help people remember facts about a case.” 
He moved behind you as he explained, laying his hands on your shoulders; you had only covered half the material for the final, so there was plenty left to go. You were listening intently to his ramble, and you couldn’t lie to yourself, it was a little bit so you had an excuse to not continue studying. 
“So, you’re telling me I’m going to be horny in the middle of the test if they ask me about GDP?” you asked in a half joke, however, he actually took his time to consider the possibility. 
“There’s a 30% chance that will happen. Don’t worry, though, I can be there to take care of you right after it.” from behind, he grabbed at your chin and tilted your head back to press a gentle kiss to your lips, almost spiderman-like. Immediately, he dragged a chair closer to your desk, ready to go back to studying with you “Come on, we still have two more blocks to go.”
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spicy flirty hero that is shorter then a taller more touch starved villain ? love your work btw , say hello to the husband for me
Their fingertips brushed against the villain’s naked forearm coincidentally. It wasn’t much but the villain’s reaction was pathetic. Their heart raced in their chest and, stupidly, their brain lost focus on everything else.
“So, on Sunday, you were alone in your apartment?” The hero looked at the report, read a few sentences, got bored and ultimately, their eyes found the villain again. It took them a second to realise they actually had to answer.
“Yes.”
“No partner?” The hero drummed with the pen against the table of steel. Apparently, questioning the villain made them just as nervous as it made the villain. At least that made the villain feel a little better about their current situation.
“In crime?”
“In general.” The villain stared at the hero’s fingertips, thinking about how soft they’d been. After all, the hero was the one who had taken them in for questioning. They had been soft with the handcuffs, had been soft when they’d grabbed the muscles of their arm. If the villain had known that getting arrested would be this gentle, they would’ve turned themselves in months ago.
“…no. No partner,” the villain answered.
“Good.” The hero smiled and wrote something down onto their paper. “So, you work alone?”
“Uhm…yes.” The hero stood up, still looking at their work, walked around the table and pulled the chair with them. Once they were right in front of the villain, they sat down again, tilting their head.
“Are you lonely?”
“Uhh—” Suddenly, the villain’s cheeks burnt. The hero was close enough to breathe their air, close enough to touch them again. For the most part, the villain had tried to ignore them the last month. It hadn’t really worked, though. The hero always found an excuse to find them.
“Someone as pretty as you doesn’t deserve to be lonely, don’t you think?” The hero’s voice dropped a little and their eyes, did the same.
“I don’t know. No? I, yeah, I don’t know.” Embarrassed, the villain chuckled.
“What do you do in your freetime? I mean, except for stealing and testing weapons,” the hero asked.
“I cook sometimes—”
“You should totally invite me over for dinner, then,” the hero said. “I’ve been chasing you for too long now. You have to make up for that.”
The villain thought about that. Having the hero in their home, eating dinner, talking…doing other stuff…It did make them blush again and the idea was tempting. They had never flirted back but they were desperate for touch, desperate for the hero to hold them. Even if it would end in pain, temporary affection was worth more than that.
“Not my fault your legs are too short for you to catch up with me.”
“That’s a ‘no’ to dinner?” the hero asked, raising their eyebrows. They leaned forward and stared at the villain with half-lidded eyes. One hand was dangerously close to the villain’s thigh and they knew that if they got touched, they wouldn’t be able to speak.
“No…”
“Look at me.” The villain did, studying their nemesis. Sometimes they wondered what they would look like without the suit on but they knew it was wrong to think like that. “Is that a ‘yes’ to dinner?”
“If you learn how to use your legs.” The villain’s eyes dropped to the hero’s knee which was almost touching theirs. God, they wanted the hero.
“Oh, I know how to use my legs,” the hero said.
“Good for you,” the villain said.
And suddenly, the hero’s hand was on their thigh, gentle grip digging into their flesh.
“No,” the hero said, strangely competitive. “Good for you.”
With that, they sat down on the villain’s lap.
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My Sunshine (Steve Harrington x Reader)
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summary: steve takes you on a drive and tests out a new nickname (wc 950)
warnings: none (but let me know if I missed anything!)
a/n: it’s summer where i am, the ac is broken, and this is very self-indulgent. have some soft boyfriend steve from me to you. my asks and messages are open :)
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Steve finds you sprawled out on your back across the hardwood floor of your home.
“Steve, oh thank god you’re here. Put me out of my misery.”
“It’s not that bad,” he says, a false cheeriness to his voice. You crack open one eye to stare up at him, frown etched across your face in disbelief. He sighs, shoulders dropping as he sinks down onto the floor beside you. “Okay, it’s kinda bad.”
“It’s the end of the world,” you nod solemnly before reaching up to one of the three different fans you have pointed at you. Your hands find the closest one and you adjust it so that it’s pointing at Steve. He lets out a content sigh at the cool air.  
“It’s not the end of the world, baby. It’s just summer.”
It is an unreasonably hot day in Hawkins, the kind of day that makes you melt into the floor and zaps the energy from your limbs. 
“Have you been like this for long?” Steve gestures to the collection of fans. 
“I don’t know. The heat is scrambling my brain. Scrambling, Steve. Like eggs.” You sound so miserable that Steve can’t help but laugh at your antics. The sound catches your attention as you turn towards him. You brush a wayward strand of hair off his forehead. “How was work today?”
He shrugs, “It was fine. Missed you.” He pokes at your cheek to see if he can coax a smile from you, but without luck as let your head drop back down to the floor. 
“Sorry I couldn’t visit today. If I’d tried to make the walk you would have found me hours later with my shoes melted to the pavement.” You throw an arm over your eyes, trying to block out the sunlight streaming through the windows you had opened in an attempt to get a breeze. 
“Alright, this won’t do,” Steve groans as he stands back up, towering over you. He snaps his fingers to get your attention as he reaches his hands down to you. “Come on, no more melting. Not on my watch.” 
You reluctantly let him grab your wrist as he pulls you until you’re standing. “What are we doing?”
“I’m doing what you said and putting you out of your misery. Put your shoes on.” He’s got that sudden burst of energy in his body that he sometimes gets, zeroed in on fixing whatever issue he’s presented with. He’s practically buzzing around you while he waits for you to tug on your shoes. 
When you finally have them on, he’s dragging you out the door and down the sidewalk to his car, parked along the edge of the street. 
“Where are we going?” You ask as you settle into the passenger seat. 
“Windows down driving, sweetheart. No better way to beat the heat unless you want to go to the lake, but I’m sure the whole of Hawkins has already beat us there.”
You shake your head at the idea of the lake as Steve starts up the car and puts in a tape. The music begins playing and he pulls out of your street, the breeze from the rolled down windows hitting your face and ruffling your shirt. 
“Is this the tape I made you?” A note of surprise colors your voice as you catch on to the song playing. 
“Yeah, it’s my favorite,” he shrugs like it’s not a big deal and glances over at you with a shy half-smile and you get that tight feeling in your chest that always likes to make an appearance around Steve. That feeling that says I will make you a thousand tapes as long as you keep smiling at me like that. 
Steve navigates you down the highway and backroads and downtown, taking you all over Hawkins, all while the wind whips through the car. You take in the scenery from the passenger side, buildings you’ve never noticed and stretches of woods you pass everyday that suddenly look new to you. 
While Steve drives, he sings along to the tape and you kick your shoes up onto his dash, dramatically serenading him with an air guitar and laughing. 
“There’s my sunshine,” He smiles as he hears your laugh. “I was worried you were a goner there for a minute.”
“Sunshine? That a new one” You quirk an eyebrow at him, turning in your seat to face him. 
“You don’t like it?” 
You’d tease him more if he didn’t have that note of concern in his voice. 
“I like it. Reminds me of the song.” You lean back against the headrest, but keep your face towards him, studying his profile while he drives. The line of his shoulders and curve of his lips and the way the wind through the windows is messing with his carefully styled hair. 
“Stop staring at me, weirdo,” He laughs when he catches you, gently shoving at your shoulder. 
“Whoa whoa whoa, what happened to sunshine?”
“You can be sunshine and weirdo. My sunshine and weirdo.”
A flood of affection washes over you and you can’t help but lean over and kiss the corner of his mouth. His lips twitch up into a smile at the action.
 He links his fingers with yours, keeping the car steady with his other hand. “Thank you for doing this,” you say, making sure he can hear the sincerity in your voice. 
He brings your linked hands up so he can place a kiss to the back of your hand, his thumb tracing back and forth in soothing motions. 
He takes his eyes from the road for a moment to sneak a glance over at you. “Anything for you.”
He keeps his hand in yours for the rest of the drive. 
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vodika-vibes · 2 months
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Better Together - A Gryffin Industries AU
Summary: You spend a morning with Tup.
Pairing: Clone Trooper Tup x Reader
Word Count: 1278
Warnings: Some medical stuff
Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni @imabeautifulbutterfly
A/N: My guests finally left! Woo! But I also got very sick. Not Woo. The opposite of woo. So this is the only story for today while I try to beat my migraine and sinus headache into submission. Also, I think this is a GN reader, but It might not be.
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You wake up alone. The bed next to you is cool, suggesting that Tup, your Tup, has long since abandoned sleep and is somewhere else in your shared home. 
Groggily, you lift your head so you’re able to peer at the bedroom door, and you sigh when you see dim light flickering from under the door. You flop back down to you pillow and, for a moment, you consider going back to sleep.
But only for a moment.
You flip the thick comforter to the side, and swing your legs off the bed, before you slowly meander out of the bedroom. You wander down the hall and into the living room, where Tup is stretched out on the couch, his gaze locked on some kind of cooking show.
“Tup-” You yawn before you’re able to finish your sentence.
“Ah, cyare.” Tup sits up and favors you with a soft smile, “Did I wake you?”
You squint at him, “No. I woke up and you were awake though.” You yawn again and wipe the sleep out of your eyes, before you focus your gaze on him, “Did you have a migraine?”
He laughs softly, “Guilty.”
“You took your medicine?”
“I did. You don’t have to worry about me, cyar’ika.” Tup’s voice is warm and inviting, like a thick blanket on a cold night. So you don’t hesitate to circle the couch to settle on the couch next to him.
His hair is still loose, so you lightly brush some of his curls out of his face and then lightly cup his cheek, “Do you need anything?”
Tup presses his hand over yours, and turns his head to press a light kiss against your palm, “I’m good.” He replies against your hand, “I promise.” Slowly he sits up, careful to not dislodge you from the couch and he lightly bumps his forehead against yours, and his hands come up to cup your face.
A soft hum falls from you as you lean into his touch. 
You love him so much. You hope he knows.
“What do you want for breakfast, cyare?” Tup asks.
“You don’t have to cook for me, Tup.” 
“I want to.” He pulls back and presses several light kisses against your cheeks, “I like cooking for you.”
“Mm…pancakes would be amazing.” You finally reply with a soft laugh.
“A fine choice.” Tup kisses you quickly, and you whine when he pulls away rather than deepening the kiss. He laughs and taps your nose, “You won’t get any pancakes if you distract me.”
You pout dramatically, but pull away to allow him to swing his feet to the floor. 
And you watch as he pushes to his feet and meanders his way into the kitchen.
Several years ago, when you were just a new intern at Gryffin Industries, Tup was delivered to the facility you were interning at by a pair of Kaminoans. He was unconscious, and nothing you did would rouse him.
You, and the Doctor you interned under, feared that he was already dead. In fact, the doctor gave up on Tup as a lost cause.
You didn’t.
You spent long nights at his bedside with a medical droid, running scan after scan, doing blood work daily.
And eventually you found it.
A small chip located on his brain. And you knew, without running any more tests, that it was the chip’s fault that Tup was in this condition. But no matter which doctor you mentioned it to, no one would listen to you.
When you got word that the facility was going to take Tup off of life support, to let him die with dignity, you panicked.
You knew, knew, that if the chip was removed he would recover with treatment. 
So you did what you had to. You locked yourself in his hospital room with a pair of medical droids and everything that they might need to remove the chip, and you made it so no one else could come into the room.
And while the droids performed the surgery, you sat at the door, resealing it every time someone tried to open it. It took hours.
You knew that you were probably going to get fired, if not just arrested, but when the chip was removed and bacta was applied, and Tup’s vitals started improving, you knew it was worth it.
And when the door opened, and the Head of Gryffin Industries Medical Division stepped into the room, all you could do was blurt out that he can recover with treatment now that the chip was removed, and that they can’t just let him die.
The Head Doctor took one look at Tup, at the chip, at all of the scans and tests you did…and hired you on the spot. And then he took you and Tup back to the main facility with him. 
Tup remained in a coma for two months, and during those two months you remained his primary caretaker. You insisted. And no amount of reassuring would convince you that he was going to be treated if you looked away.
You didn’t know him, but you also knew him better than you’ve ever known anyone in your life. 
And then, one day, you stepped into his room, and he was sitting up in bed. He smiled at you and you knew right then that he was the happy ending you’ve always wanted.
“Cyare~”
You pull yourself out of your memory and glance up at Tup, “Hm?”
“You didn’t hear a thing I just said, did you?” Tup asks with a grin. 
“I did! But…you should remind me anyway.” You reply with a sheepish smile.
He grins, “What kind of pancakes do you want?”
“Surprise me.”
“Deal,” Tup’s grin widens as you hop to your feet and hurry into the kitchen, “So, what were you thinking about so deeply?”
“The day you woke up.”
“Oh?” Tup moves back to the counter and you’re pretty sure you see him add chocolate chips to the pancake batter, “You know, I found myself thinking about that recently too.”
“Really?” You ask, as you slide into a chair and watch him work.
“Really.” He glances at you over his shoulder, “One of the medical droids told me how you locked us in a room and had the droids remove my chip while you stalled the doctors because they gave up on me.”
“Yeah, well…they were dumb.” You huff.
Tup laughs, “You want to know what I thought when I heard that?”
“I can guess. ‘Man what a dumbass-’.”
“No. I thought, ‘Man, I hope I recover enough that I’m able to kiss her’.”
“You didn’t know me at the time!”
“I knew that you cared enough to risk your career and your freedom for me. That’s deserving of at least one kiss. Maybe two.” Tup winks at you and pours the batter into the pan, before he turns to look at you. “And now look at us, disgustingly domestic.”
“I happen to like disgustingly domestic, I’ll have you know.”
Tup opens his arms, and you immediately stand and slide into his welcoming hug, “Oh, I do too.” He kisses the top of your head, “I’ll never be able to tell you how much you mean to me.”
“You do a pretty good job of showing it, love.”
His arms tighten around you, “I love you.” Tup breathes against the top of your head, “There isn’t an amount large enough to encompass how much I love you.”
You smile and press your face against his chest, “Well, if you love me even half as much as I love you, then I know exactly how you feel.”
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blondeboyfriend · 1 year
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𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐃𝐍𝐈
[ PAIRING ] Vash the Stampede x f!reader [ SYNOPSIS ] idk I just wanted to write something where Vash calls y/n daddy. [ WORD COUNT ] ~720 [ CONTENT ] Canon AU, porn without plot, daddy kink, Vash is a virgin, corruption kink, he sucks your strap-on, deepthroating with a side of gagging, male masturbation, gonna be honest I did not use my brain to write this. (this is a repost)
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He was on his knees, wide cyan eyes gazing up at your six-inch, black strap-on. His naked body was a sight to behold. His scars were on full display, darkened valleys carved into his pale flesh. He was so self conscious, convinced his body would be too much for you and your seemingly gentle disposition. But he couldn’t have been more wrong. You actually struggled to tame your ardor when he got undressed.
You ran your fingers through his mussy blonde-black hair, the strands limp from a day’s worth of sun and hardship. He looked so small and defenseless, his expression exuding innocence. It was a stark contrast from the weathered yet affable gunman you were used to seeing. You found yourself lost in his newfound presence.
“What do you want me to do?” he asked, rousing you from your trance.
He batted his thick eyelashes and awaited your command.
“Suck it.”
He swallowed hard, unable to hide his nerves. He opened his mouth and hesitantly stuck out his tongue. You slapped your strap against it and he let out a pathetic whine.
“Hush,” you cooed, briefly stroking his blushing cheek.
He heeded your instructions and grabbed the shaft, guiding it into his mouth. He looked up at you, desperate for approval, as he swirled his tongue around the tip.
“Deeper,” you said in a sing-song voice.
He took more of your strap in his mouth, gagging as the tip brushed up against the back of his throat. His eyes began to water, tears welling up in his eyes. You thought he’d give up, but he was determined. The need to test his limit took over. You thrusted a little into his mouth which proved to be too much. He jerked away from the strap, gagging all the way.
“Shit,” he coughed out. He wiped away his tears with the back of his hand.
“Is it too much for you?” you asked, glancing down at his erect cock. The tip was glistening with precum.
He narrowed his eyes. “No,” he replied forcefully.
You wanted to tease him, but his commitment rendered you speechless. He took your strap back into his mouth and began to suck. He placed his rough hands on your hips to steady himself as he slowly bobbed his head. His initiative was rather surprising. You assumed it would take a bit more effort to sully his chastity.
You put your hand on the back of his head, lacing your fingers in his hair. Your cunt was slick, leaving a blooming wet patch in your underwear. The sound of his gagging and his muted whimpers made you ache. Your clit throbbed with an intensity unparalleled because of his struggles.
As your strap slid down his throat he looked up at you again, eyes red rimmed and leaking tears. Your breathing became heavy; to say you were flustered was an understatement. Your cheeks were on fire. You gripped a chunk of his hair and pulled him off of your strap. A tendril of spit clung to the tip.
“Tell daddy how much you love choking on cock,” you said.
He sighed and continued to stare up at you all starry-eyed.
“I love choking on your cock, daddy.”
The emphasis on “your” was enough to make your knees weak. The urge to declare how much you adored him invaded your mind, seeping into every synapse. You feared that if you opened your mouth the next words to spill from your mouth would be overly sweet and intimate. It was too early to express true affection so you shoved his head back down, letting your strap fill his mouth.
His movements grew more confident and unchaste. He was starting to get the hang of it. He tried to pick up the pace, but again gagged on your length. You wondered if six-inches was too much for someone as inexperienced as him. But he didn’t seem to mind; maybe he enjoyed the challenge.
“Good boy,” you said as he found a comfortable rhythm. You always loved a quick learner.
He was so sloppy and you were so obsessed with it. Your strap was drenched in his drool. He had started stroking his cock, desperate to get off. Every muffled moan of his elated you. You prayed he would be just as vocal when you fucked his tight hole.
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reallyromealone · 2 years
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Eddie Munson x male reader
A/B/O
Male pregnancy,. Omegaverse, gay, mlm
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Eddie woke to the sound of vomiting echoing through the small home, patting beside him to realize (name) wasn't beside him.
Getting up he wandered to the bathroom to see that his mate was in fact throwing up his dinner from last night "shit baby..." Eddie said rubbing the omegas back whose body shook violently.
"I-I think I need to get a pregnancy test..." (Name) mumbled as he let Eddie lift him up and set him on the bathroom counter and fill the cup set beside the sink and let (name) rince his mouth out, while (name) did that Eddie grabbed prepped the omegas toothbrush.
"Thank you baby..." (Name) mumbled brushing his teeth slow and lazy before spitting it out and rinsing once more "sorry I woke you..."
"Don't be sorry baby, let's get you back to bed" Eddie said kissing (name)s forehead and lifting him up and carrying him back to bed, the alarm on Eddie's side showing its only five am, Eddie didn't even have to leave till 9.
"I think in pregnant again..." (Name) mumbled against Eddie's warm chest, snuggling closer as his head pounded "well seeing as we just finished your heat last week, I wouldn't doubt it"
"(Sons name) might be a big brother..."
"We can book a doctor's appointment if you want" Eddie said softly and (name) nodded "come with me?"
"Wouldn't miss it"
X
Turns out (name) was in fact pregnant, the Omega exhausted from this morning and so, Eddie took their one and a half year old to the shop while (name) napped.
Not without scenting stuff of course.
"Let's go little man" Eddie said as the two gave (name) a kiss on the head, (name) smiling at his pups precious attempt at a smooch.
It was the weekend so that meant a fair amount of kids.
Eddie and (name) often dressed their son in little overalls, the tot was often getting into messes and it was easier to keep his shirt clean.
Also because they would tie a balloon to the back along with a bell so people knew where the boy was.
(Sons name) was a good boy though, usually sticking around his dad and behind the glass table where the register was and colored with his crayons on a new coloring book he got.
"Oh snap it's my favorite nephew!" Dustin said as the party walked into the shop "Didi" (sons name) Squealed at the sight of his uncle and had his dad help him hop down from the stool and rush to Dustin "what's up little man?" Dustin asked lifting his nephew up "dang getting big, huh"
"Yeah he's big brother sized"
"What do you mean?"
"Don't worry to much about it" Eddie loved teasing his brother in law, the younger Henderson looking confused along with the other teens but max seemed to click into it but opted to not say anything.
It was funnier to see Dustin rattle his brain.
The teens went off and played in the game section, leaving the father and son to handle the register aka Eddie handles it and (name) gives them their receipt and a store card.
Coming home was a blessing, seeing his mate sleeping and snuggled into blankets on the couch just made his day infinitely better, the icing being the fact he was pregnant with his pup.
"Be quiet, don't wanna wake him up yeah?"
"Yeah" (sons name) mumbled before sneaking the best a toddler could off to his room and leaving Eddie to look at his mate.
"Welcome home Eddie..." (Name) mumbled sleepily as Eddie set his bag near the couch"shit did we wake you?"
"No you're good..." (Name) made zero attempts to leave his mini nest so Eddie bent over to kiss him gently "how's the little one?" Eddie asked worried and (name) looked relaxed "they aren't making me want to vomit right now so great"
"You hungry?"
"A little..."
"I will make a light dinner baby"
"Love you"
"Love you too"
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decaffedthoughts · 6 months
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Kinktober Fic 3
Kinks: feminization and pegging
Other content: gender neutral afab dom reader, who is called master. Sub seungmin, called pup, puppy, and baby. A hint of possessiveness? M receiving fingering and pegging
Word count: 926
a/n: i posted this so late but it has to go out today because it's my darling's birthday!! @coupsie-daisies 🐶💖
You open the door, hardly paying attention after such a long day and your eyes half drooping closed. However, what you see through those eyes makes your brain and eyes fully snap open and awake.
Seungmin is dressed in a little baby blue set, with a skirt that is dangerously short and just a little skin already showing between his top and his skirt. Looking further down he has on the cutest white thigh highs that end before the skirt to show just a little bit of skin that you want to bite down on.
It takes him a moment to spin around after you open the door, and when he does the sight only gets better. He has a little brush in hand that is presumably being used to apply the glitter across his eyes and cheeks. And the front of the thigh highs has the cutest little bows glued to them.
You close the door quietly behind you and then take long gliding steps toward him, watching his deer in headlights expression.
"Hello, there." You say simply.
It takes a minute and you watch all the different possible scenarios play out in Seungmin's mind.
"Um, hi?"
"Is this for me?" You ask.
He nods quickly, almost without thinking, as if it being for anyone else was even possible.
"Good. On the bed, on your stomach."
Seungmin's eyes widen instantly, because he knows exactly what that means. He nearly trips over his feet since he tries to run without running. You busy yourself preparing your strap, knowing that he'll be patient. He always is.
You stand and the familiar weight falls on your hips. It's good. Turning around and walking over you notice Seungmin's skirt has flipped up in a way he didn't notice or didn't fix. The way his bare ass is half out tells you he knows and just wanted you to see he was being a naughty puppy and didn't put on underwear. A closer inspection after flipping up his skirt reveals that he's prepped himself as well. You chuckle, thinking about him deeming that more important than the glitter he spread on his face. He's got his priorities.
"You prepped yourself for me, puppy? I must be getting predictable if you knew I was going to fuck you."
You circle his rim while you speak, and insert one finger to test. No resistance at all.
"I didnt- hng- I didn't know. Was just hopeful. *Please*." He gasps out.
You hum at his answer, inserting another finger. Seungmin has prepared himself adequately, you know he's methodical like that, but the chance to tease him is right in front of you.
"Master, please!" He cries.
The use of your title sways you a little, since he rarely uses it unprovoked. You can always tease him again after, because you surely won't be letting him take off this outfit so soon.
"Hm, fine."
"Oh, thank you thank you thank you." He babbles, only whining a little when you remove your fingers.
He's too eager for what's to come to think about much else. The last hour of preparation for this surprise were enough to thoroughly work him up.
You wrap 3 fingers around the strap to guide it in properly, and Seungmin takes it easily and gratefully. He turns his head to the side so you can hear him properly the way you always want. It feels perfect, like this strap was made just for him to take it.
He pants a little, gasping through the familiar stretch. You don't let him get used to the feeling, because you know he doesn't really need it or even want it. Instead, you start a steady thrusting pace, listening to filthy sounds of Seungmin mewling and the wet squirt of the lube in his hole.
Within a minute Seungmin is softly pushing himself back onto you and meeting your hips sooner on each thrust. His tongue begins to push out over his bottom lip and you watch the drool gather and drop from the tip.
"You going all dumb, pup? Getting all good and fucked out."
Predictably, he doesn't answer. Which basically serves as an answer for you anyways, so he is certainly both dumb and fucked out. You stop for a minute, and instantly draws a loud whine from Seungmin who looks back at you, offended. He's less displeased when you grab under his arms and around his chest to pull his back up against you. It makes it a little harder to move, but it's worth it because when you do Seungmin starts moaning so loud you know you have to be hitting his prostate, and hard.
"Cum, cum!" He cries, half incoherent. "I wanna cum! Oh please, master."
You consider it, but continue fucking him just as hard as ever. It's going to be rough if you decide you don't want to let him cum yet. But you want to see him wreck his pretty outfit even more than the crumpled mess it already is.
"Yeah, cum for me, baby. You're lucky I'm nice."
It seems like Seungmin begins to try and answer but can't, as the next thrust causes him to cry out and spill all over his skirt. It doesn't make it up to his shirt but the skirt is well ruined around his tiny waist. He looks gorgeous, exposed yet covered, all flushed red, and only taking small, quick breaths.
"Oh my god, thank you." He slurs.
"Don't thank me yet, I'm not even close to done with you, puppy."
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luck-and-larceny · 4 months
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(I haven't written anything in awhile, so I'm just going to start throwing words onto this post and hope they turn into something...)
Don't get the wrong idea. I'm not usually in the business of being kind.
I'm not usually in any business, actually. I'm work averse! No business. All pleasure, thanks.
But if I were to be described as being in some kind of business it wouldn't typically be acts of service to other people. It's a waste of time expending so much energy for no personal benefit, so what I've been doing lately is, frankly, absolutely out of character. I don't even know why I'm doing this.
Well, no. That's not entirely true. I'm doing this because she said she doesn't believe she matters to anyone. She said if she disappeared no one would notice.
As someone who disappears for a living (not as a real job– we've already discussed that– but often as a means to stay living) my first thought was, “No one noticing if you disappear is kind of the whole point.” But I understood what she meant. She wanted people to think about her when she wasn't around.
I suppose I should mention I don't really know anything at all about this woman. Or at least I didn't. She didn't tell me any of that. She told her diary which she'd left open on her bedside table on the evening I'd snuck in to steal from her. And of course I read it! Did you really think I'd draw some kind of line on my willingness to invade privacy when breaking and entering? Come on.
And wasn't I irrefutable proof that someone thought about her when she wasn't around? Thinking about her being around or not being around occupied a lot of space in my brain! Would she appreciate it if I left a note saying as much? “Hey! I definitely noticed your absence!-- Your Thief!”
Probably not.
The point is: I felt bad for her. I wanted this stranger to feel important. So I put back everything I was going to steal and left her place exactly as it was before I'd entered.
Ha! That's a joke. Obviously, I'd never do that.
I stole a page from the diary on which she'd tested brush strokes. No words. Just a series of vertical lines to get used to how much pressure the quill required. A useless page from an intensely personal document. Just my style. I left a bottle of dark red ink. If she saw it she might think, “I don't remember buying that…” but it'd be so innocuous it'd probably never occur to her someone had been there and left it behind.
But to the point: I couldn't stop thinking about her diary. She said she had difficulty opening up to people because she just didn't feel very interesting. She worked all day and afterwards she went back home. She had no hobbies or skills. She had no friends. She had no family.
She had a crush at work, but she felt too awkward to start a conversation with her. She wanted to try making pottery, but thought it'd be too expensive to get into. She couldn't take time off work for the classes anyway.
Well.
Well.
Lucky for her, she's got herself a brand new Robber Godmother ready to make all her wishes come true via crime spree!
First, stalking. I spent about a week watching her at her job at a bakery. I watched her boss. Her co-workers. Her crush. They made really adorable cakes and pastries in the shape of little woodland creatures. So right away I could confirm that, without a doubt, she was an idiot.
No skills!? Bitch, you just spent the day making a cake that looks like a nutkin. I'm lucky when I make a cake that looks like a fucking cake!
It didn't take too long to figure out who the crush was. There was a wildly attractive woman who worked there who commanded the attention of every single person in every room she walked into.
Except Lana (my mark). While everyone else looked at the cake goddess, Lana was always looking at someone else.
And I was going to make sure that someone else started looking at Lana too.
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TW: surgery complications, medical malpractice (If you have health anxiety or medical trauma, this letter may not be suitable for you as it mentions a rare health emergency)
@libraries-of-books said: "How are you after your surgery?"
My dear lgbt+ kid,
Thankyou for asking and also a big thankyou to everyone who sent me kind wishes. It may seem like a small gesture but it really made me feel better!
I'm getting better. I'm able to leave my bed again and even though the most mundane activities are still pretty exhausting to do, I am slowly getting back into my everyday routine. Most importantly, I am still alive - it's emotionally difficult to think about the fact that this was not a guarantee but I'm so grateful that I survived. The struggles of recovery are a blessing if I consider the alternative.
While I don't want to share too many details, I want to give a quick recap of what happened: After undergoing surgery, I was in a lot of pain that got rapidly worse, and also had some other extremely distressing symptoms (like partial blindness). I went to the doctor four times and told them that there is something wrong. I was literally in the doctor's office full-on sobbing from the pain and nearly passing out every time I stood up... and they brushed it off. Oh, you underwent surgery a few days ago, that's normal after surgery, you are just very sensitive to pain. On the fourth day, they told me "It's probably Covid and has nothing to do with the surgery at all, please stop coming here" without even testing me for Covid. (I took a test at home and it was negative).
Well, on the fifth day, I woke up and my face was so swollen that I had trouble breathing and could barely see anything. I went to the ER - and found out that fluids had collected in my head. Turns out that the surgeon forget a tool inside of me... which caused a massive infection that was spreading through my body and by now was super close to spreading to my brain. Cue emergency surgeries to 1, remove the tool and 2, drain fluid from my head, plus heavy doses of antibiotics to hopefully prevent a potentially deadly brain infection.
It worked, luckily. The infection went down and didn't spread further. I'm back home now and it looks like I will recover fully, without permanent side effects.
"A doctor forget a tool inside me" sounds like a silly plotline in a sit-com but it was a nightmare in real life. Next to physical recovery, I feel like it will also take me some time to recover from this emotionally. Still trying to wrap my head around everything that happened - but incredibly thankful to the ER doctors who took me seriously and reacted so quickly when they realized the severity of the situation.
With all my love,
Your Tumblr Dad
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awalkthroughstellis · 10 months
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Kisses For The Pain
Warnings: Spoilers for Artem’s SR card “In Sickness or in Health”, always consult a professional if you believe you are seriously ill
Summary: Harmony’s day starts out rough, and as the hours go by, it only gets worse. Unsure of what’s going on Artem takes her to the hospital for treatment. Perhaps it’s because she’s unwell, but the old habits Harmony’s worked so hard to squash start to slip back in.
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The heels of my wedges clicked against the floor tiles as I made my way towards the teacher’s lounge. The children wouldn’t be arriving for another hour but I always made it a habit to show up early to prepare the classroom for the day. Getting the lesson plan and activities ready was much easier without small children running around.
Because of the silence, each step made my shoes louder, sending a small shock to my temples with each click. My body felt heavier then usual, the lights were bothering my eyes and an iced coffee, which I usually had with me by now, was making my stomach turn just thinking about it.
Pushing the door to the lounge open, I found Principal Hadley, or Dale as many of us called him by, and our secretary, Wendy Voss. They had both been working for the school for over a decade now and the day they retired would be a sad day for all.
“Good morning.” I greeted, trying to fight off the bright lights as I threw my purse into one of the lockers.
“No coffee today, Harmony? That’s not a good sign.” Dale said, sipping from his mug.
“You look a little pale, dear. Is everything alright?” Wendy asked, visibly concerned.
Forcing a smile, I nodded and clicked the locker shut. “I just have a little headache. I took some medicine already, I’m sure it will go away soon.”
Easily brushing their worries off, I left the lounge and headed towards classroom K-1. The walls in this room were painted like a safari, animal decals of lions, elephants, monkeys and other Savannah animals spread out around the room. Four small, round tables were placed not too far from my desk, a total of fourteen short chairs accompanying them. Two tables had three chairs while the remaining two had four. Each chair had a little chalk board attached to the back with a student’s name written on it.
Like I did every Monday morning, I erased the names and assigned new seat placements. Not only did the kids seem to enjoy a scavenger hunt for their new seats, but it encouraged them to make friends with everyone.
Logan, Abigail, Mackenzie, Issac… My brain felt a shock each time the chalk scribbled across the board. The next tasks that followed weren’t much easier. I didn’t realize how long everything was taking until the bell rang obnoxiously above my head. I groaned and rubbed my temples, trying to soothe the ache as I headed towards the door to welcome the children.
“Good morning.” I greeted the little ones with a high five as they charged excitedly into the classroom one by one.
Once every student was accounted for, I closed the door and started the morning activities. Each Monday started with a game of ‘I did’ where the students and myself got to share one exciting thing we did this weekend. After that, I handed out single sided sheet of paper that had five words with missing letters. Spelling practice for their spelling test on Thursday. Usually the spelling tests were scheduled for Friday, but with our field trip to the local museum that day, I moved it to Thursday.
“Excuse me, Miss. Castel!” A high-pitched, girly voice called out to me, volume a little too loud for indoors.
I squeezed my eyes shut briefly to combat the pain before turning around. “Let’s use our indoor voices please, Laura. What would you like?”
She pointed to the boy sitting across from her. “Ethan picked his nose!”
“I did not! I scratched it!”
A sigh slipped past my lips. The first two hours of my day dragged by, and when the playground supervisor came to collect the kids for recess I sat at my desk and put my head down, basking in the silence. The wood felt nice and cool against my forehead.
A soft knock let me know someone was there. “Just checking in. How are you feeling?”
Hearing Principal Hadley’s voice, I automatically straightened up. “I’m alright-”
A dizzy spell made me waver as I stood. I collapsed back into the chair and gripped the edge of the desk as to not topple over. The small effort that took had me out of breath.
“Goodness, Harmony, you look even worse. Go home for the day. I’ll keep the children entertained until Wendy can find a substitute teacher.” Dale said.
“But to find one after school hours have already begun-”
He held up a hand to stop me. “We’ll make do. Besides, you really shouldn’t be around the little ones if you’re feeling unwell.”
He was right. My symptoms were going beyond a headache at this point and children don’t have the same strength in their immune system as an adult does.
“I’m so sorry.” I said, standing up again but much slower this time.
Dale smiled kindly. “Don’t be. Go get some rest, and have Wendy call a cab for you. You shouldn’t drive in this state.”
Nodding, I thanked him and left to retrieve my purse from my locker.
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The ride home was brutal. There was a surprising amount of traffic for the middle of the day, cars were honking impatiently and the cab driver made too many sharp turns to count. My stomach was in my throat by the time I got out and I was left impressed that I didn’t vomit in the backseat.
The elevator ride was too far too long, the hallways of the apartment building seemed to have doubled in size and just as I stepped through the front door, just when I thought I could collapse and sleep, my phone rang. If it wasn’t the tune I set for my boyfriend, I wouldn’t have answered.
“Hey, Artem.” I said, trying to sound cheerful as I tossed my purse on the kitchen counter and stumbled towards the couch. “How’s work going? Everything okay?”
“Yes, everything’s fine.” The sound of his voice made me feel a little better. “I’m sorry to call while you’re at work, but I didn’t see you this morning and my messages have been going unanswered. I just wanted to make you were alright.”
Confused, I pulled the phone from my ear and went to my messages. Just as he said, there were several unread messages from Artem. The first was his usual good morning, followed by a request to see me later. The rest were all questions about my well being. Upon further investigation, I realized I forgot to turn the ‘do not disturb’ setting off.
“Harmony?” Artem’s voice came from the speaker.
“Sorry, I’m here.” Laying across the couch, I winced as another sharp pain ran through my head. “I forgot my phone was on silent. I’d love to go out later if you still want to.”
“Is something wrong? You don’t sound like yourself.”
Sighing, I decided to come clean. “I feel a little off, that’s all. I think it’s just a migraine but Principal Hayden sent me home early. I just got in.”
“Would you like me to bring you anything?”
I smiled a little, arranging one of the throw pillows comfortably under my head. “I’m okay. I took something already, I’m just gonna sleep it off.”
“Alright. Let me know if there’s anything you need me to bring home.”
“I will.” I remembered something then. “So where are you taking me later?”
His voice was so kind I could hear his gentle smile. “We’ll discuss that once you are feeling better. Get some rest.”
“Okay. I love you, Artem.”
“And I love you.”
Ending the call, I placed my phone on the coffee table and turned onto my side so my face was against the back cushions and closed my eyes. The silence in the apartment covered me like a blanket, and before long, I fell into a deep, uninterrupted sleep.
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The feeling of something touching my hair coaxed my eyes open. Fearing the worst, I whined and tried to swat his arm away, whimpering at the sharp shock of pain that ran through my head as I turned it.
The hand immediately retreated, settling on my arm instead and rubbing gentle circles onto my skin. “Harmony?”
That’s not Dustin’s voice.
Cracking my eyes open, I was met with an apartment I didn’t immediately recognize. The kitchen wasn’t supposed to be there, the furniture in the living room didn’t belong here, the couch I was laying on was far too soft to be the one I was used to. A face entered my line of sight, one with smooth skin, stunning blue eyes and a head of neat brown hair. His expression was one full of concern.
“Are you alright?” The man asked. “I apologize for touching your head without permission, but you weren’t responding to my attempts to wake you.”
Artem.
The name that came to mind brought with it recollection of the man’s identity. Artem’s my boyfriend now and we live together, though we each had our own bedrooms. He was still dressed in the suit he usually wore to work.
“How are you feeling?” He asked, glancing me over. “You look really pale. Have you been asleep this entire time?”
“I think so.” I mumbled, pinching the bridge of my nose and squeezing my eyes shut in attempt to fight off the pain. “The medicine didn’t work. Do we have anything stronger?”
Something rolled off the couch and onto the floor as I shifted. Artem, who was leaning over me, crouched to retrieve it. Another shock of pain almost made me miss the way his eyes widened.
“Harmony, how many of these have you had?” He asked in a calm but worried voice.
Not understanding what he was talking about, I glanced at the small bottle in his hand. The red label wrapped around the white bottle was the signature branding of a Pax Pharmaceutical’s painkillers.
Too sore to hold my head up any longer, I let it fall back onto the pillow. “I don’t know. I don’t even remember taking them.” I pushed the palms of my head against my temples. “My head hurts so bad, Artem.”
I heard him shuffling next to me. “I’m taking you to the hospital.”
“No, I just want to sleep.”
“A headache this bad isn’t normal, and we don’t know how many painkillers you’ve had. You might be on the verge of an overdose. Where’s your ID?”
Despite how crappy I was feeling, the logical part of my brain still seemed to be working. He was completely right, and the fact I didn’t remember waking up to take the pills is a huge red flag that something serious is going on.
Artem gathered whatever he needed to before helping me up off the couch. My head throbbed with each step I took but luckily I didn’t have to walk very far. The second we stepped into the hallway and locked the front door, Artem draped his coat over my shoulders and, being slow and gentle, lifted me off the ground. I clung to him as he carried me outside to where his car was parked, face buried in the side of his neck. The scent of pine clinging to his skin was comforting, easing my migraine the littlest bit.
Reaching the car, Artem set me down and guided my head to his chest, blocking out the chill of nighttime air as he unlocked and opened the door to the passenger side. I grunted uncomfortably as I eased into the seat, fumbling pathetically with the seatbelt.
“I got it.”
I sighed in response and dropped my hand into my lap, letting him buckle me in. “Thank you.”
Once the buckle clicked into place, he closed the door and walked around the front of the car to get to the driver’s seat. I closed my eyes and let my head rest against the cool window, trying to go back to sleep but it wouldn’t last long.
“Don’t fall asleep yet.” Artem said, placing a hand on my knee to get my attention. “Wait until we get to the hospital.”
I groaned and rolled my head along the head rest to face him. All the lights flashing by as the car moved was irritating my eyes. “Can you talk about something? I need a distraction.”
“A distraction…” He went quiet for a moment. “The Pax case we’ve been working on at the firm is in the process of being finalized.”
I, somehow, managed to breathe a small laugh. “Artem, I love you, but if you talk about work right now I really am going to fall asleep.”
“Sorry, I wasn’t sure what else to say.”
Could he be any sweeter? Even though we’ve been dating and living together for quite some time now, he never lost that shy side, cute awkward side.
If my head wasn’t in so much pain, I would have shaken it. “Don’t be, I was the one who put you on the spot like that.” Another short silence. “You never did end up telling me what you had planned this evening.”
“That’s right, I did mention taking you somewhere earlier.” Focusing on the road, he made a left turn before continuing. “A small street fair has been set up in South Stellis to raise money for a charity dedicated to funding schools in third world countries. You’re very active with such events, so I thought you would like to pay a visit.”
A weak smile tugged at my lips. “You’re right, I would have liked to go. Of all days to get sick, it had to be today. Is the event only for tonight?”
“I’m afraid so.”
A quiet sigh left my lips. “I’m sorry, Artem. You went out of your way to plan something and I ruined it.”
“There’s nothing for you to apologize for. You’ve done nothing wrong.” I felt the warmth of his hand suddenly cover one of my own. “We’re almost there.”
Thank god, because my stomach was starting to twist into a knot and the last thing I wanted was to get nauseous in his car. Not that I’ve eaten anything today, anyway.
Finally, the car came to a stop. Artem jumped out first, then came around to help me. He didn’t pick me up but did stay right by my side, walking slowly and allowing me to lean on him. The hand on my back, keeping me steady, was gentle but also firm and reliable.
The woman sitting at the front counter looked up as we approached. “Good evening. What seems to be going on?”
Artem, thankfully, spoke for me. It was rare for him to do so but considering the circumstances, it was reasonable. “Her head is in a lot of pain, and I’m not sure how many painkillers she took. She can’t remember, either.”
The woman handed him a clip board and after helping me fill it out, Artem and a nurse escorted me to an empty room. The doctor came in shortly after and after checking a few vital signs, sent me to have a CT scan and blood work done. The process was rather quick and before long, the doctor was coming back with a diagnosis.
“It looks like you have a mild concussion.” The older man said, adjusting his white coat as he sat in a chair in front of the computer.
“A concussion?” My boyfriend’s eyes widened a little, posture stock still.
“Have you hit your head at all recently, Miss. Castel?”
I squeezed my eyes shut as I tried to think. “Must of been from my fall at work. I slipped on the stairs the other day.”
“That would do it.” The doctor sighed and shook his head. “It’s always safer to be looked at after a fall like that, no matter how mild the injury may seem.” He glanced at the compute screen. “The dosage of painkillers we found in your system is high but not high enough for a major overdose risk. That type of painkiller is good for combating headaches but isn’t strong enough for a concussion. You’re lucky your boyfriend found you when he did.”
This isn’t the first time I’ve been scolded by a doctor, so I don’t think his tone left the impact it should have. “If it’s just a mild concussion, why does it hurt so bad?”
“You haven’t been resting properly. When was the last time you ate?”
Feeling Artem’s eyes on me, I got a little shy and looked down. “Yesterday night.”
The doctor sighed. “That would also be why. It’s common for people to experience headaches when they’re hungry.” He tapped away at the keyboard. “I’m going to set you up with a drip to your replenish vitamins and nutrients, then we can start reintroducing food back into your system. I don’t want to shock your body by filling your stomach instantly. I’m going to fill out a prescription, have your boyfriend pick it up for you while you rest.”
The doctor handed Artem a slip and sent us off to a different room. The transfusion room had several beds but all of them were empty. In fact, the hospital seemed rather quiet tonight.
“Thanks, Artem.” I said as he helped ease me down onto the cot closest to the nurse’s desk. “Why don’t you go home and get some rest? You’ve been working all day.”
He shook his head and lowered himself into the chair next to the bed. “I’m alright. I wouldn’t feel comfortable leaving you here alone.” Reaching an arm out, he gently took hold of my hand. Something resembling guilt was hidden in the depths of his eyes. “Why didn’t you tell me about your fall?”
Now it was my turn to show guilt. “It’s not that I hid it from you on purpose, I’m just used to dealing with pain so I didn’t even think about it. I mean, I’ve had headaches that bad before and they’ve always gone away…”
His eyes narrowed, the blue hues within them seeming to turn a darker shade. I knew the expression wasn’t directed at me, but it made my sense of guilt skyrocket. “How many concussions could you have had and not known…”
I gave his hand a squeeze. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean-”
A shake of his head cut me off. “No, I’m sorry. Now isn’t the time to bring up such things.”
A nurse approached just then, smiling warmly and greeting us with kind words as she hung the drip on the hanger. Artem let go of my hand so the nurse could inject the needle. The pinch made my flinch but it wasn’t too bad. The feeling of cold liquid entering my blood stream, however, was unpleasant.
When the nurse walked away, Artem spoke again. “Get some more sleep. I’ll be right here.”
The gentleness of his tone made my eyelids feel heavy all of a sudden. “You really should go home…”
He smiled but made no move to get up. Unable to resist anymore I let my eyes close and wiggled my fingers in attempt to get some feeling back in them. Something warm covered my hand just then, stopping them from moving.
“Be careful of your IV. Don’t move too much.” Artem’s voice was warmer then the blanket that was carefully draped over me.
The only response I could manage was a hum.
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My body felt a little less heavy as I regained consciousness. The first thing I noticed was that the needle for the IV was missing from my hand, suggesting someone had taken it out while I was sleep. The blanket that I thought was covering me wasn’t a blanket at all; in fact, it was a black coat belonging to the man still sitting next to the bed.
“You really stayed this entire time?” I asked, part of me in disbelief but also not.
Artem nodded. “How are you feeling?”
“Better. A little hungry, actually.”
He looked relieved. “That’s good. You’ll be able to eat soon.”
The same nurse from earlier returned with a second bag of IV fluids. Artem excused himself as she set up me up again, and when he returned, a second nurse was at his side.
“I have to step away for a little while. I’d call your brother to come stay with you but you mentioned he wouldn’t return from his trip until next week. So, I’ve asked this nurse to keep an eye on you.” He said, leaning over to press a kiss to my forehead. “I’ll return shortly.”
My cheeks grew hot as he turned and walked out of the room. The nurse smiled but didn’t comment anything about it, just left me with a hand warmer and said to call for her if I needed anything. Artem must have told her how cold my hand gets because of the drip.
About an hour later, as promised, my boyfriend returned carrying a black bento box. “You’re still awake? You really should be sleeping more to rest your brain.”
“I’ve slept so much I don’t feel tired anymore.” I said, morning the needle in my hand as I sat up.
I wanted to tell him how stressed I was feeling about the fact he refused to get rest himself, but I bit my tongue before the words could come out. He was clearly worried about me, was being more attentive then my last partner’s ever been, and the only way I knew how to respond to this display of love was guilt. The last thing I wanted to do was make him feel that he was making things worse.
Artem picked up on my mood before I could even try to hide it from him. “What’s the matter?”
Falling back into old habits, I forced a smile. “It’s nothing. I’m just hungry, is all.”
“That’s not the truth, is it?” When I didn’t respond, he carefully set the bento on the small table next to the bed and sat on the edge of the mattress, his hip brushing against my thigh. “Whatever it is you want to say, I’m listening.”
Taking his hand between mine, I drew circles on his palm with my thumb. It was more of an excuse to avoid looking him in the eye. “I just feel guilty that I’m causing so much trouble for you. You work so hard and now you’re putting aside your rest to take care of me. I’m… not used to it.”
He shifted a little closer. “May I touch your face?” Looking up, I nodded and leaned my cheek into the warmth of his palm. “Everything I do, I do because I choose to. Even if I did return home, I wouldn’t be able to rest comfortably knowing you were here alone. Being here in case you need something puts my mind at ease.”
Smiling, I leaned into his touch even more. “You’re too good for me.”
“That’s not it at all. You just haven’t been treated the way you always should have been.”
My heart skipped a few beats at his words. I opened my mouth to say something but the sound of my stomach obnoxiously growling rudely jumped into the conversation. Blushing, I turned my face away in attempt to hide from him.
Artem simply chuckled and reached for the bento. “Here. The nurses said it’s safe for you to eat now.”
Opening the box, the smell of freshly cooked food hit my nose and made my stomach growl a second time. The meal was simple: three fillets of salmon, broccoli and a small container with pecan and walnut bits off to the side.
“It smells delicious.” I said picking up the fork from the utensil slot. “Where’d you get this from?”
“I made it at home.” Artem replied, to which I looked up at him in shock. “Every restaurant differs in how they prepare their food, so I thought it would be safer to make it myself. These foods are known to help the brain heal, but it’s best to ensure they’re cooked for that purpose and not overloaded with unnecessary spices or oils.”
I was speechless. As we live together it’s not the first time he’s cooked for me but to stop by a store, go home and come wall the way back was more then I could wrap my head around. Something from the cafeteria should have sufficed, no?
“What’s wrong? Did I make something you don’t like?” He asked, looking a little shy.
I shook my head and immediately regretted doing so. “It’s not that. I’m happy you went out of your way to do all this for me. I don’t really know what to say.”
His shoulders relaxed. “You don’t need to say anything. I hope you enjoy it.”
Enjoy it I did. I was by no means a professional at describing and critiquing food but everything Artem cooked had a sense of home to it. It was a little nostalgic, making me think back to holidays at my parents house. The house was always rowdy, expected of a family with thirteen children, but when we all sat around the dinner table it was a different kind of atmosphere. It felt like we were close.
“That was really good, Artem. Thank you.” I said, leaning forward to kiss his cheek in gratitude.
His skin turned a light shade of pink. “You’re welcome.” The blush faded as he cleaned up. “I ran into the doctor on the way back. He wants to hold you overnight just in case you start to feel intense pain again.”
I sighed and slumped back against the bar at the head of the bed. “I’m gonna have to call the school and tell them I won’t be in tomorrow. I don’t know how they’re going to find a substitute on such short notice again…”
“I’ll take care of it. All you need to focus on right now is resting.”
I gave him a look. “I don’t suppose you’re going to go home and sleep now, are you? You have to work tomorrow.”
Artem stared at me silently. I guess that’s a ‘no’.
~~~~~~~~~~
My night in the hospital was, thankfully, uneventful. Concussions usually took between a week or two to heal, so although I was doing well enough to be released from the hospital I was restricted when it came to screen time and physical activity.
“Artem,” I giggled as he handed me a glass of water. “I have a concussion, not a broken leg. I can handle a walk to the kitchen.”
“Your injury is still recent. It’s best to minimize your activity to avoid aggravating it again.” He said, taking a seat next to me on the couch. “Do you have everything you need? Would you like me to get anything else for you before I leave?”
My heart swelled as I set the glass down on the coffee table. Pillows, blankets, healthy snacks with reach, Artem has made it so that I won’t have to get up for anything but the bathroom.
“There is one thing.” I said, shifting to sit sideways on the couch, legs tucked up comfortably on the cushion. Placing a hand on the back of his neck, I gently played with the shorter hairs. “Kiss me before you go?”
He blushed heavily but nevertheless, leaned close and softly pressed his lips to mine. I smiled against his mouth and returned the gesture. I hadn’t gotten to kiss him at all yesterday, and as much as I wanted to make up for it now, he really did have to get going. He’s already going into work late for my sake.
“Let me know what you want for dinner. I’ll bring it for you.” Artem said. “And if you start to feel sick again, call me.”
“I will.”
Pecking his lips once more, I watched him gather his things and leave. Adjusting my position again to lay across the couch, I started thinking about what I wanted for dinner. Knowing Artem, he’ll wait all day for my message.
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darn rat ~🍅
🦋 category: one-shot, soulmate!AU
🦋 characters: karma
🦋 summary: in which two people find out they are soulmates, which neither of them expects
an AU where when a soulmate have skin to skin contact, a red string would appear from their index finger on their right hand, indicating that they are soulmates. the string would be imprinted on the index finger and turns black once a soulmate dies
🦋 warnings: sadness?
🦋 notes: this was a draft from ages ago so excuse some of the bad writings
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You sat behind Okuda in class, beside that red headed boy, Akabane Karma. He was a bit of a rebellious guy but still smart, way smarter than you. Sometimes you wonder just what goes through his brain.
"Oi y/n!" Okano Hinata shouted. "Come over here!"
"Coming Hinata!" You replied. She was always coming up with random soulmate ideas for you to try. She once made you brush your hand beside Okajima, thank goodness nothing happened. You would rather die than have him as a soulmate. You constantly tried to get Hinata to have contact with Maehara but she refused. You knew she had a crush on that darn playboy but she refused to admit it.
"What if Isogai was your soulmate?" She asked. This soulmate thing was driving everyone crazy. You could only start finding your soulmate at 15 and it soon became the talk of everyone. There were a lot of couples who broke up due to the fact that they were simply not soulmates. Maehara recently got dumped because of it.
"He's pretty nice but not exactly my type," you replied. "About time you see if Maehara is your soulmate!" You had known for a while that Hinata really liked Maehara and now could be a perfect chance to test if they were soulmates. Also, you wanted to see Hinata getting annoyed.
"He's a womanising scumbag!" Hinata protested. "No way in he—"
"Talking about me eh?" Maehara appeared out of nowhere, placing a hand on Hinata's shoulders, causing her to jump.
"Get lo—" Hinata brushed Maehara's hand away, making contact while doing so. A red string appeared from both their fingers, Maehara had the largest grin on his face, Hinata looked annoyed and embarrassed. It was so sudden that your brain had to take a few seconds just to register what happened, and another few seconds to register the meaning of it.
"I guess we're soulmates!" He said, now wrapping his arm around Hinata. 
"I told you to try it," you said. "Look at who's your beloved soulmate," you teased.
"Go try it on Isogai!" Hinata shouted, catching Isogai's attention.
"You like the ikemen?" Maehara inquired, removing his arm from Hinata and dragging Isogai over. This was getting embarrassing and annoying. 
"Maeh—" Isogai mumbled. "I don't think—"
"This is worth a try," Maehara grinned as Karma stepped into class to see the weird scene of Hinata holding you still and Maehara trying to get a hold of Isogai's hand.
"This soulmate thing is driving you guys crazy," he laughed. You didn't think that he would join in the mess but then again, he was Akabane Karma, he was going to join. He would do anything that would cause misery.
Without thinking, he placed a hand on your arm and the other hand on Isogai's, trying to bring you guys closer. Your eyes went wide as you noticed the red string from his finger... Connecting to yours. He didn't seem to notice it however. Isogai, Maehara and Hinata all noticed it and started to exchange glances with each other. Karma was your soulmate? At least it was better than Okajima... But Karma???
"Karma look!" Maehara shouted excitedly. Karma frowned as he turned to look and his own finger. The realisation made him wear a mischievous grin.
"Ah so it's us," he winked.
"Don't you like Isogai?" Maehara asked.
"No such thing!" You quickly replied.
"So you like Karma?" Isogai asked. 
"You never told me," Hinata replied. "I wouldn't judge if you liked Karma."
"I don't like Karma!" You replied out of embarrassment. "There has to be a mistake somewhere...."
"Ah soulmates... Maehara-Kun and Okano-San... Ooo Y/n and Karma as well," the all too familiar voice of Koro Sensei loomed over the class as everyone turned to see him writing down some notes. "This love story would sell millions!" Nobody even saw him coming.
"I'll kill you before you even release that!" Hinata screeched as you joined in with your anti sensei knife. Maehara got his knife ready and started to try and kill Koro Sensei, but as usual, none of you guys managed it. He was simply too fast.
"Get back here!" You ordered. Swinging a knife around was tiring. Isogai and Karma stood aside, watching the rest of you swinging your knives at him.
"That's my soulmate?" He said. "I should complain."
"Oh shut up Karma!" You replied. "You darn rat!"
You, Hinata and Maehara eventually gave up on trying to assassinate Koro Sensei and returned to your seats. Because of Koro Sensei, everyone in class knew about the two new soulmate pairings.
"I'm not sure if I should cheer for Y/n," Nagisa commented. "Okano and Maehara seemed pretty normal."
Hinata took offense to that statement and Maehara laughed it off. You however, weren't having such a fun time. You and Karma were an unexpected couple, barely interacted and seemed to be opposites. But 'opposites attract' apparently. Terasaka was the most surprised one out of the whole class, surprised that someone like Karma would have a soulmate.
"I'd be surprised that someone can handle your idiocy," Karma remarked, resulting in Terasaka banging his table.
"The hell was that supposed to mean!?" He demanded.
Even during lunch, your friends all teased you with Karma, even Hinata, though she still recieved some teasing. "Eh y/n, don't forget to invite us to your wedding!" Said Rio. 
"Yeah!" Yada continued. "Congratulations on your soulmate, I wonder who mine is."
"Congratulations is definitely the right word...," you mumbled as you felt a hand on your shoulder, definitely Karma. Sure enough, you turned around to see him grinning at you.
"What do you want?" You asked.
"Simple," he replied. "We're soulmates, make sense for us to go on dates. We're soulmates anyway, you can say no now but who knows what would happen in the future?"
"Fine," you agreed. It wasn't like you could change your soulmate anyway. The both of you eventually agreed on a date in his house since his parents wouldn't be home.
♤♤♤
You were amazed the moment you stepped foot inside his house. It was beautiful. You looked at his family photos. "You're an only child?" You asked.
"Murdered my siblings, they were annoying," he commented. 
"Funny," you replied, knowing that he was definitely joking. 
Karma guided you into his room, which was packed with a number of things that made sense, and also some items that didn't. Karma did seem like the gamer type but reading? That was new. You looked at every single book that he read, flipping through the pages and eventually found one that interested you. 
"Borrow me this please," you asked.
"Sure," he agreed.
You stayed at his house for a few hours and he even opted to cook. It came as a surprised when the food he cooked was edible. Impressive.
"Not bad Karma," you complimented while having dinner.
He chuckled as he wiped something off your face, a grain of rice. "Saving this for supper?" He teased. You rolled your eyes and continued your meal, unaware that a Mach 20 octopus just snapped photos of what happened earlier.
Maybe having Karma as a soulmate wasn't that bad. Though you would have to be careful of his pranks. You did not want to fall victim to any. 
Over the last few months, you and Karma went on quite a few dates, he was the one planning it and you just joined. In most of them, you fell victim into a prank. Once, Karma tricked you into eating vanilla ice cream, which turned out to be mashed potato. He once tricked you into spreading strawberry jam on a sandwich, that jam turned out to have ghost pepper in it. He once poured a bottle of milk for you, and that turned out to be mayonnaise with too much water. He always planned a nightmare for you.
"I hate you Karma, I really do," you mumbled.
"Oh really? Because this says otherwise," he replied, waving his index finger infront of you and his face leaning closer. The both of you were on a picnic this time and the both of you cooked something, you planned something special for him as well.
"Soulmates mean nothing," you snapped back. This time, he lifted your chin up to face him, his expression looked almost relaxed. "And yet you agreed to go on all those dates with me."
You tried to keep your composure and relax, though your heart beat showed otherwise. "Cat got your tongue? He asked. "You know you love me, no need to deny." 
"Whatever, let's eat," you replied. "I'm hungry."
He let go of your chin and opened his basket to reveal his meal. You opened yours to show some drinks and a special chocolate box. You knew of this chocolate, it has many pieces inside and one of them was spicy, filled with spice inside that was allegedly too much to handle. Sweet revenge. You brought two packages of the same chocolate and emptied one out to fill it with normal chocolates, you even brought your own box to place the chocolates in. "Want some?" You asked. "It's Valentines day."
Karma raised an eyebrow, "y/n, since when are you so nice?" He asked. "If you don't trust me, we can eat the chocolates together."
That seemed to satisfy him enough and you handed him the spicy package while you ate the normal one. You talked and laughed, Karma seemed to enjoy those chocolates, he ate piece by piece until his expression finally changed into a frown and started to chew slowly. Bingo.
"Y/n!" He screeched. "Did you- Gosh! This has got to be the most spicy thing ever!"
You started to laugh uncontrollably as Karma chugged down a bottle of water. His face was turning as red as his hair. That's when you looked behind him and spotted some weirdly placed bushes. You and Karma were being watched by 3-E and Koro Sensei.
"I should've seen this coming!" Karma continued. You laughed and ate another piece, continued with cranberry juice. Now it was his turn to laugh. "You don't think that's actually cranberry do you?"
Shit. The juice tasted like... Tomato and chilli. Goodness. What was this prank war? The juice was disgusting, you had no clue when did Karma switch your juice. What was with you two and tormenting each other as if your existence wasn't enough?
Even after all that, you and Karma finished up all of the food, without anymore tricks. That was enough. How were you going to survive having Karma as a soulmate? Hinata seemed happy with Maehara and his playboy antics had died down, though he still pissed Hinata off sometimes. Even after going on multiple dates with Karma, the both of you still haven't made it official, mainly because you didn't like him, or more accurately, refused to admit that you like him. He knows that and he loves teasing you about it, which annoyed you to no end. 
"So y/n," Karma started. "Since you know about us being soulmates and all... We should really make it official now." As usual, he sounded as casual as ever, though the blushing on his face suggested otherwise. You paused, thinking about your reply when the weird bushes stood up.
"Say yes!" Hinata shouted. This was embarrassing, what the hell. Koro Sensei was busy taking pictures of the moment. Pretty much everyone from 3-E was there. Karma stood up and dragged you away, leaving all of your picnic items alone. 
He took you to somewhere secluded, away from the curious eyes of 3-E. "I don't want you to feel pressured," he said.
"I uh...," you had no idea what to say. Your heart suddenly felt like it was beating at Mach 20.
"So no?" Karma replied. "Time for more pranks then!"
You stared at him in disbelief. "I never said no!" You protested. Once again, his face leaned closer to yours. "So it's a yes," he grinned. The tip of his nose was extremely close to yours and you could only focus on those darn eyes of his.
"Fine," you gave up. "It's a yes."
Just when you thought he was going to pull his face away from yours, he did the complete opposite. His hands gently cupped your cheeks and he closed the gap inbetween your lips. You could quite literally feel him smiling like an idiot under the kiss. It was sudden and you had no idea what to do other than to close your own eyes and just immerse yourself in the moment and hope that 3-E, especially Koro Sensei, were nowhere to be found. His hands went down from your cheeks to your neck and the back of your head while your hands were on his shoulders. Neither you nor Karma wanted to part from each other. You quite enjoyed the softness of his lips, which wasn't something you had expected from him. His grip on you was gentle and soft. For a kiss that was merely five seconds, it felt like five hours. That was your first kiss as well, and probably also Karma's. Both you and Karma stopped the kiss at the same time, separating from each other, he was redder than his own hair. It was a sight you had never realised you would see. A sight rarer than diamond. A sight more precious than your own life. You would sell your soul for this to happen again.
"You suck at kissing," you decided to break the slience.
"Me?" He replied. "You were pretty much doing nothing apart from being a decorative statue!" He said in a rather relaxed tone.
"Nurufufufu," the too familiar laughter came from a tree. Dang it. 
"Oh come on!" You got your anti sensei knife ready. What's up with this octopus stalking every single potential couple possible. Karma just laughed it off and pulled you away, back to where you guys had your picnic, only to see the rest of 3-E there. What the hell...
"Say Karma, how's the kiss," Maehara inquired. "I'll use my playboy expertise to judge."
"Shut up," Hinata glared.
"Shouldn't we give them some alone time?" Isogai asked but his words fell on deaf ears.
Many of your classmates started asking some questions and that went on for an hour before the sun set and everyone decided to head back home. Karma once again invited you to his house, his parents barely had anytime for him so he spent it with you. Not that you would complain anyway, Karma practically raised himself up and you were pretty impressed. He learned to so so many things by himself. He lived in quite a big house all by himself too. The more you know about Karma, the more you like him.
♤♤♤
7 years later
"Y/n," Maehara crept up to you as you were cleaning a window of your former class. "How's you and Karma?"
"We're pretty much the same," you replied. You were surprised that you managed to last with Karma without any breaks inbetween. He simply loved spending most of his time with you, let it be studying or anything, he didn't care.
"I wonder when will he pop the question," Maehara continued.
"Maehara, we're like 21," you pointed out.
You had an interview the very next day, for your dream job, which Karma helped you to get. Karma would probably make a good bureaucrat with that mind of his. It was a pity that he couldn't make it today, though he did sneak in the day before, with Nagisa. You and Karma now lived together as well, in a small apartment.
You hung out with your classmates from 3-E all the way till the evening. The past 7 years had been quite eventful for everyone. Kayano had to leave early due to her schedule and Isogai left before sunset for his part-time job. 
The rest of you went to a restaurant, had a chat, laughed about some things and even teased each other as well. "So Maehara," you started. "You and Hinata, any plans?"
"We broke up again," Maehara shrugged. "She hates my lack of commitment so we decided to take a break before getting back together."
"I am not even surprised," Megu sighed. "Poor Hinata."
"How did Hinata get a guy like you as her soulmate," you added.
You walked back home after having dinner with your old classmates. Karma can cook for himself, he's the better chef anyway. Just as you predicted, Karma was home before you, his shoes were already outside. You quickly unlocked the door and entered, Karma was probably in his room. You suddenly had the desire to surprise him.
You crept up into his room and saw him reading. Slowly, you wrapped your arms around his neck, bringing your head closer to his ear, close enough for you to directly whisper in his ear. "Hello Karma," you said. "Got the job?"
He turned around to face you, with one of the largest grin you ever saw. "Secured it like how you got me wrapped up in your arms."
Karma doesn't disappoint, that's what you learned from spending years with him. He leaned in to give you a small kiss before telling you that he cooked dinner and it was already in the kitchen. You scurried into the kitchen and got your meal, even though you already ate with your friends. You made your way back into his room as the both of you chatted about your day. Apparently Itona found his soulmate while he was working and Terasaka was complaining about it. Hazama found her's too, a girl, she was a fellow reader like her, she writes too, excelled in literature. You enjoyed seeing the smile on Karma as he talked about his days with you, it reminded you of his face when the both of you had your first kiss. It was adorable.
A few years gone by and you and Karma were just as strong as ever. Maehara finally started being serious about him and Hinata, though it was much harder to get her back now. You had a pretty fun job as well, it was your dream ever since you was a child. Almost everyone in 3-E found their soulmate, even Terasaka, Okajima was the only lonely one. Karma joked about it all day long, alongside Rio.
On this faithful day, it was your 10 year anniversary with Karma and you wanted to surprise him. Forcefully, you dragged Hinata and Megu out. Megu didn't mind helping you while Hinata was against it. She didn't have much choice though, it was either go out with you or suffer with Maehara, she chose the better choice, much to Maehara's disappointment. But he accepted as punishments for his toying ways.
Megu got some men's stuff, she had excellent taste when it comes to that. Hinata picked up some wrapping paper while you got a bouquet of roses. You also decided that this anniversary was going to be special. You printed quite a few photos of you and Karma, with the intention of using those as decoration. Megu and Hinata left after shopping while you decided to head home and decorate. You stood on a chair as you hung some photos, you even used some to create the phrase 'Happy 10th Anniversary' on a wall. You had plans to cook as well, but that darn rat, Karma, had to return home before you had the chance to.
"Y/n, I'm ho—" He was definitely flabbergasted at the sight. 
"Breathtaking isn't it?" You replied.
Karma made his way towards those photos, there were plenty. There was one where Karma drew all over your sleeping face and he decided to take a picture. There was also one with ice cream all over your favourite outfit. There was one of you tying Karma's hair into a ponytail. There was even one photo of you cuddling him and him giving you a small forehead kiss. "You did all this on your own...," he muttered as you frantically searched for where you placed the rose.
"Surprise Karma!" You cheered, waving the bouquet infront of his face.
Karma turned around and took the roses from your hand, he looked at the roses for a split second before placing them on the dining table beside the both of you. You frowned, "Karma... Do you not—"
Before you could even finish your sentence, Karma leaned in closer to you, his hands wrapping around your waist and pulling himself closer to you. Before you even know it, his lips was on yours and you stumbled backwards momentarily, losing your balance. A grip on the dining table was what saved you from toppling into the floor. You felt your ears going red as the kiss continued on. You eventually wrapped your arms around Karma's neck as he pulled his face away from yours. "You honestly have no idea how much I love you," said Karma.
"Try me," you replied.
"Which is why...," Karma's voice trailed off, he turned around, his back facing you this time. "I'm sorry to say but from this day on... You're no longer my girlfriend."
"Excuse me?" You demanded. "What the fuck? Akabane Karma this isn't funny."
"I'm not joking," he replied, finally facing you this time. It only lasted a second before he walked behind you, towards the door. You stood frozen, trying to process what he just said. 
You almost broke his arms when he wrapped his arms around your neck, his head, or more accurately, lips, was extremely close to your ears. "So what do you think?" He asked, stretching one of his hands to reveal a ring box, it had a diamond ring in it. 
"Karma what the fuck?" You screeched as he started laughing.
"What? Fiancèe or girlfriend," Karma continued. "Pick one." You felt like slapping the life out of him. No way he had just pulled that stunt on you.
"Couldn't you have picked a more romantic way to propose instead of this?" You asked.
"Heh whatever," Karma replied, removing himself from you and headed towards his room and closed his door. Was he angry? You decided to follow him into his room. The moment you opened his door, confetti fell on you, you looked up only to see a bucket which was once filled with confetti.
The moment you look straight infront of you, a banner caught your attention. It said 'Will you marry me?' So that attempt previously was a joke, you should've known. This was very Karma-like. Of course he would do something like this. You were just upset that you hadn't even thought of entering his room while decorating the house. The both of you still slept in separate rooms because you didn't feel ready yet. 
"What about now?" Karma asked, leaning against a cabinet with the ring in his hand.
"Uh no," you replied with a dead expression. The amount of jokes played on you was enough to last a lifetime.
Karma's face fell upon hearing your answer. "No way in hell I would say no," you finished.
"Revenge for just now I see," Karma replied, placing the ring on your finger. "This looks amazing on you y/n."
It was an unforgettable day.
The wedding was supposed to be a year later and it was well... Something. Karma had Terasaka dressed as a clown, saying that they were going to a costume party and not his own wedding. Terasaka was beyond furious when he arrived and saw that he was the only one dressed in something weird. Okajima was busy taking photos and even tried to take some... Not friendly photos of you, which he stopped after seeing the look on Karma's face. Hinata and Maehara finally got back together as well. Megu and Hinata were your bridesmaids while Nagisa was Karma's groomsman. As usual, Nagisa got completely wasted and Kayano had to drive him home. It was a small wedding, only having your close friends, 3-E included, your family and also, Karasuma and Irina and their little daughter. Irina matured a little over the years while Karasuma was just the same, their daughter was a mix of them both. Yada and Kurahashi loved playing with her. Hayami and Chiba were each other's soulmate, though they didn't admit it. Everyone in 3-E predicted it anyway. They were extremely close, its a no brainer. They were the most casual couple at the scene too, still shy with each other as though they had just met. Like they were still in the honeymoon stages of their relationship.
After the wedding, you and Karma moved back into his parents' house, they left it for him and moved to another country for their work commitments. Your parents decided to move in with the both of you as well. Your mum had mixed feelings about Karma while your dad loved him. You couldn't decide it that was a good or bad thing. Sometimes it felt like your father was Karma's dad instead, they did many things together. Your father had always wanted to have a son after all, and Karma filled that role perfectly. 
For your fifth anniversary, you decided to give Karma a special surprise and headed out. Only telling your mum what one of the surprise was, she agreed to keep it a secret while you headed out. Karma would definitely love this, no doubt. The both of you were already in your thirties at this point. Karma's parents occasionally visited the both of you but they were mostly away. Karma was used to it at this point. You were the only consistent thing in his life, apart from the rest of 3-E of course. He needed that bit of consistency in his life.
You brought all the things that you knew Karma had been eyeing after. He would definitely be on his knees after seeing those. You wondered what he would get you, hopefully it was something good. The year before, he got you a doll and it gave you a jump scare, which you obviously didn't appreciate at all. A cold war almost began between the both of you, it was only dissolved when Karma did all of the house chores for you as an apology for his funny little gift. Now the both of you laugh about it like the adults you were.
You looked into your shopping bag, satisfied. An outfit, cologne, a doll made after the both of you, a framed photo, and a special box with multiple surprises in it. He was definitely going to love it. He knew about the gifts except for the one in the special box, you never told him about it and it was a last minute gift.
You were snapped out of your train of thoughts relating to Karma when you heard people screeching. What was going on? People were running behind you, so you decided that you should too, there's probably something infront that was dangerous. You immediately started running, there seemed to be two cars chasing each other, what was going on?
You ran and turned around at the same time, catching the sight of people screaming for their lives. Something definitely wasn't right. Your answers were soon answered when you saw a car swerving towards you.
If you didn't ran, the car would've hit you and smash you right into a book store and you probably wouldn't have any chances of survival. It was a close call, you could've died right there and then. Thank goodness you didn't. 
Though this wasn't a good time to have your guard down as a second car was decorating the road with it's skid marks and it was heading right for you. The blinding light caught your attention as you attempted to run. Your feet leaped from the ground and towards the opening. But you were simply just too slow for the speeding car. It rammed into you and slammed you against a pole. The window of the car shattered and bits of shards poked their way into your skin and you could tell that the driver was no longer alive. Every bit of your body was tingling with pain as you squirm inbetween the car and pole. Your shopping bag was on the ground, ran over by the car as bystanders took a video and only one person called for help.
This was one terrible day, it was supposed to be fun. It wasn't supposed to end up like this.
"Dang it," you cursed. "Stupid piece of shit."
How was Karma going to react? This was a disaster. Things wasn't supposed to go this way, it was supposed to be a smooth sailing. Your own blood was slowly dripping onto the ground as you feel yourself lose consciousness.
You just hoped that you wouldn't die.
♡♡♡
As soon as I heard that y/n was hurt, I dropped everything that I was doing and headed right towards the hospital. How could that have happened?
Terasaka helped me to get to the hospital, I worked under him so he managed to excuse me. Before I left, he reassured me that y/n would be fine in his usual carefree voice, though I could hear some uncertainty.
She better be fine, she will be. She's y/n, she can do it. Y/n was one of the most amazing person that I have ever met, she was also an amazing fighter. A minor car accident wouldn't do her any major harm.
I cursed silently at the slow traffic as I made my way to the hospital. Why was it so slow? I was tempted to just drive through and crash every single vehicle in my way. It felt like eternity waiting for the damn vehicles to move, but they eventually did. I had to drive fast. It felt like hours before I got there and her parents were already there by the time I had arrived.
They looked extremely worried, her mum was sweating in an air conditioned place. This was terrible. The atmosphere was anything but positive. It was anything but kind to their hearts. It felt like a flesh eating poison that starts by eating from their hearts and slowly spreading out to other parts of their body.
"How long has it been?" I asked her mother.
"I don't know!" She replied inbetween tears, sorrow coated in her own voice.
That remained the answers to all of their questions for hours on end. They were all afraid. They could only hope that it wouldn't be terrible. Hours went by without any answers. The operation room door never opened with any answers. I didn't know what to do.
This darn rat, how could she make me worry like this? It felt like my heart would burst any second now. I wish I didn't have to feel like this. She better be safe, so that I can kill her myself for making me feel like this. She had to be safe, why would anything terrible happened to this darn rat? It would just be a small injury, that's all.
  The surgery room remained closed for hours as I waited for good news. It was a long wait, but anything was worth the good news that I would receive after it. I just knew y/n would be fine. It was just something to scare me, that's all.
  I stared at the red imprint of our string on my right index finger. It remained as red as blood could ever be. It's bright scarlet colour reminding me of the fact that y/n was still alive and I am waiting for her to return home with me. The maroon colour was my comfort during this crisis as I waited for the door to open, revealing the good news from within. Just having her alive would make me the happiest man ever. My life would be lost if the imprint of our fate faded away, losing its colour and fading into black, nothingness. 
  The wreck that I would become.
  I didn't know how long I had stared at it. The red string imprinted on my finger was still there and yet I always stared at it like it would fade away any moment. It made me relieved that it was still there, the dull red—
  Dull?
  I stared again. It was starting to lose its brightness. But I hadn't checked my surroundings. The lighting on the ceiling was starting to be faulty and it was getting dark outside. No wonder I thought it was getting dull.
  She was still safe, thank goodness. There was still hope. She's fine. Of course she was. 
  I continued to wait for the good news. The line on my finger wasn't fading away. Y/n was strong and fighting for her life. She would be fine.
  Doctors came in and out of the operating room. It was a complex surgery, taking hours. I was growing more and more anxious by the minute. I needed to know if she was safe.
  I stayed at the hospital until the very next day, wanting to be the first person to receive the good news. The bright glow from the sun shone through the glass windows and laid dormant on the ground. The morning glow resting on my face was what woke me up from my burdensome slumber. 
  The surgery was still ongoing. No news as to how Y/n was doing. The doctors had to stay awake and standing for hours, their hard work would surely pay off and Y/n would be fine.
  I barely ate anything ever since I arrived. I was such a wreck, nobody had seen me like this before. Even I myself was surprised at how big of a mess I became when the chance of Y/n being gone in my life presented itself.
  What would I do without her? She was my soulmate. Nobody could replace her as my soulmate.
  I love her.
  I would never put her in any danger once she makes it out of the operation room. Never again. I would do everything I could to ensure her safety.
  "Karma," the sound of Y/n's mother made its way to my ears. "You stayed the night?" She asked. I nodded. She looked worried.
  "It's not good for you," she explained. "Go and have some rest, I'll look after her."
  "No it's fine," I replied. "I can manage."
  "At least eat something," she urged. "Your body would collapse if you don't." She handed me a sandwich that she made mere hours ago. It was like she knew I'd stay at the hospital and came specially to deliver me some food.
  I accepted her meal and began to eat for the first time in a day. Perhaps it was the lack of a meal I had that made this taste extra good. I finished it within minutes and went back to mindlessly waiting for a piece of good news. I had nothing else to do aside from waiting. Our friends visited the hospital one by one, some tried to convince me to catch a break but I refused. I wanted to be the first to receive the good news and see her face once she wakes up. I didn’t want to miss it. I wouldn’t forgive myself if I did. Nagisa tried to convince me but he soon gave up, choosing to wait with me so that I wouldn’t be so lonely. 
  “Y/n is my friend too,” Nagisa said. “I hope she would be safe.”
  “Don’t you have classes to teach?” I asked. “Looking for an opportunity to slack? Koro Sensei wouldn’t be proud.”
  The joke I intended to make sounded painfully forced. It didn’t have the tone I always used when I joked about Nagisa, he could tell the difference too. I was too stressed by this situation. If only the operation would just end already. The long hours was killing me second by second. I just wanted to know if she was safe, was that too much? 
  I hoped the news that I would receive was worth me waiting out here for hours. Her parents returned home before the clock hit 12, they were too old to be waiting at a hospital. Their bodies wouldn’t be able to handle it. 
  Finally at last, the door opened. A doctor exited. The news had me dropping to the floor.
  “I am sorry for your lost, we tried our best,” he said.
  My vision turned blurry as I looked at my finger. The red thread losing its colour, turning into black. It had to be some sort of a joke. There was no way. I had to be colourblind. How could this be possible? It was impossible to fathom. The black string imprinted on my finger remained the way it was, black. It never turned into red, no matter how much I wished it would. Nagisa placed a hand on my shoulder, it was his best attempt at comforting me.
  “She also lost her baby in the process,” the doctor continued. I froze, she was pregnant as well? That was when the doctor handed me a tattered box, inside was ultrasound dated on the day of the accident.
  It was supposed to be a lovely surprise.
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