#I'm just going to be pitty about this

[multifandom-nerds-blog]

And no I did not forget about Mel, but I also took a break between episode 5 and 6 so I could watch ep 6 with the machine herald and his glorious revolution in peace. I hope Mel gets to kick ass for the black rose killing Elora (a tragedy 😭) and giving her a hallucination of Kino.

Also that there wasn't really a mention of Mel missing in Piltover??? A bit weird. I mean, we were mostly in Zaun these three episodes. But like half of the council just died, then Mel gets kidnapped and Salo dissapears into a cult to be able to walk again. They did mention Jayces and Heimerdingers dissapearance for a brief second and how no one else can really figure out Hextech, BUT ONE OF YOUR 3 REMAINING COUNCILORS DISSAPEARED? Even if you got a police dictator with an whole army now, I feel like that should be more of a topic.

So yeah, I hope they do at least mention how weird that must have been like to the people of Piltover. If it's just a single line.

ALSO IS MEL PREGNANT?????!!!!!

[moonsaver]

Vena jugulară

War carries many things home. Jiaoqiu finds hunger. You find cures.

Warnings/tw; yan!jiaoqiu x reader, cannibal!jiaoiu, descriptions of gore, blood, veins, flesh, all of that nitty pitty, (slightly) suggestive scene, war, ooc definitely, rushed(?) etc..

A/n: 3.4k words. Not that big tbh. I kinda wanted to get it over w/ and thats all. I hope you guys enjoy. I kinda did.

- reader is a nurse who previously assisted Jiaoqiu on the battlefield to help wounded soldiers. I have mainly kept them gn, but i might have slipped up here and there.

"Doctor."

"Hm?"

Jiaoqiu hums and turns slightly to face you. His hands continue to fold the bandages. You eye the stain that's rusting on the off white shade.

"Another one."

"As usual."

A few men carry a stretcher into the tent soon after; dirtied from the filth of war. The stretcher has a man writhing and groaning in pain, but presumably passed out. His leg is injured.

Well, rather, his leg is torn.

A long tear. From the bottom of his knee, just shy of the curve, to the top of his foot. The flesh is almost cartoonishly pink, decorated with blood leaks and torn veins.

Jiaoqiu doesn't flinch, immediately getting to work, registering the anesthesia while guiding you to fetch rubbing alcohol and other surgical equipment. You silently oblige, as the other men leave, dredging on with their heavy boots riddled with mud.

A few moments later, as the last stitch tugs at the skin, Jiaoqiu sputters. You look up at him, concerned. A scruched, disgruntled look on his face, eyes still closed. You look down to see the slightest bit of mara leaking from the body.

"Even if I shall put him back together, what are the chances he may survive?"

He whispers, more to himself than asking you. You stay silent. You stare at his mouth, slightly covered in saliva, most likely from his sputtering.

He continues coughing a few moments more, handing the needle over to you as you hurriedly finish up a knot, then immediately leave to stand by him, shadowing him in worry as he continues coughing for a moment.

"Sorry. I choked on my spit."

You nod, before leaving and proceeding to finish up the work, leaving Jiaoqiu to catch his bearings.

You feel almost traitorous when you have such thoughts, however,

You've noticed an awful lot of things about your senior as of late.

His fur that's seeming to fray, split and gather on almost every surface, making it hard to disinfect and keep things sterilized for the most part. The stressful, or rather constrained look on his face when another soldier is sent his way – soldiers with flesh bursting at the seams of tight skin, blood flowering around the scene. The constant choking he feels from the heavy, thick scent of iron, and more spit dribbling down his chin.

Although, you feel it may be something else.

Granted, you don't ask. You hand him your handkerchief, and continue normally. You don't, however, miss the dilation of his usually thin pupils whenever he stares down at the man on the table. Like a starved predator upon a feast.

His eyes catch yours, too. Both of you stay silent.

–

"Hm, how.. disappointing."

You hum, Jing Yuan reverting to his pondering state, as you beat him at another round of the board game he'd invited you to.

"Battle strategies are your thing, General. I'm almost surprised. Are you letting me win, by any chance?"

Jing yuan laughs, a deep, curt sound that bubbles from his chest.

"Nurse, I would know how much fairness and certainty means to you."

"Hmm.. really,now?"

Your hand grabs his wrist, gripping onto the small guards of his arm, as you catch him trying to steal one of your pieces,

"Touchè".

You huff, letting go of his wrist, his hand languidly placing back the piece, before he repositions to lean the side of his head on it,

"Perhaps your instincts from then still remain."

"Mara struck are awfully dangerous."

"I've heard plenty. And seen, too."

"One tried to stab me with an empty syringe when I turned my back for a second."

Jing yuan hums, his hand hovering over the board decisively,

"Quite peculiar, such a trait."

"Strange indeed."

Jing yuan makes his move. It's time for you to think, now.

You lean slightly over the table, observing and calculating your moves. He continues to speak,

"Were you not infected as was the Chef?"

"Not sure why.."

You mumble out, fingers gently perched on a piece as you contemplate the move.

"You must have. That fever struck you for a month."

Your thoughts stop for a moment. Jing yuan almost smiles, watching the tension of your fingers over the piece,

"It's.. hard to remember what happened."

Your other hand creeps up to wrap around your waist, under the table. Something still faintly aches, but you aren't sure if you can fix it now.

"Chef cared for you quite arduously. That was the last time I'd seen a fox like him so ruffled."

You look up and click your tongue, as Jing yuan's fingers teeter around the pieces. He stays still and smiles, playing it off.

"I was the only one who could assist him. It's a given."

"Hm.. I've been driven to a corner."

You chuckle softly, jing yuan's eyes turning contemplative as you move your piece into position.

"Ah-ah, not so fast."

You blink, looking up at the General as he tuts, your hand hovering over your piece. Did you make a mistake?

He leans over, his hand reaching over to pick a stray hair off of your shoulder. It was short, and pink. Fur.

His hand retracts and languidly dusts it off his finger to the side. Ah, you realise,

"Must be Jiaoqiu's."

"I'd be surprised if it wasn't."

"I have been watching over that pink-haired girl.."

Jing yuan chuckles softly, shaking his head,

"He seems quite irritable since then."

"He's.. clingy. Ever since I.."

He hums, his golden eyes calculative as he decides his next move.

"What a shame."

You yawn, the settling winter thawing under the new sun making the atmosphere more comfortable than chilling, leaning back on your arms.

"I can never understand that man.."

Jing yuan makes his move, and waits for you, as he takes a sip of his tea.

"Foxians are quite interesting."

"Hm?"

Jing yuan's words pique your interest, as you slightly perk up,

"Really? What of it?"

"They react differently to mara."

The board is abandoned by now, as you listen intently, leaning forward,

"Do you know how mara works?"

He sets the ceramic cup down, the liquid in it ebbing gently from the motion.

"Foxians of his lineage have tendencies to act far too soon on their desires, from even a smidge of exposure."

..is he lying?

"It was a strange event he decided to treat such wounds in his past. With you on the line beside him."

"But, I was already working there before him."

"Indeed. That is why I.."

He stays silent for a moment. A small chuckle leaves him, as he shakes his head,

"You should be more cautious."

You blink for a moment, simply looking at him. Under the golden sunlight, it's hard to look away.

Wait.

You look down at the board, as he steadily gets up,

"Wait, you- stole the pieces-?!"

----

You sneeze, and cringe immediately.

Jiaoqiu's unreadable expression is pointed at you, as you look to gauge his reaction. You've always hated the taste of his medicine.

It was more peaceful than anything, other than the looming threat of catching the attention of your "mentor" (or as he insisted). The occasional thick scent of chili and sizzling meats settled into the air, along with the gentle draft of early spring, hints of the winter's cold lingering in the crisp air in the atmosphere. You sniffle and shift in your seat, as Jiaoqiu approaches you.

"Try."

He places a bowl of noodles in front of you. You eye it suspiciously.

"It took me a while to prepare. So don't waste it, disciple."

You look up at him, warily. His closed eyes and sly grin greet you back.

You eye the dark, rich broth that would have had your mouth watering just a few decades ago. The perfectly cut noodles paired with an assortment of seasonings of all kinds – cut meat, hints of vegetables, boiled eggs. It was perfect.

But you couldn't taste it.

Truthfully, after you became sick, nothing tasted the same as it used to.

Your palette must have dulled. You could barely taste anything. It was as though you ate the same food, everyday, every month, every year, with no change in sight. Jiaoqiu's made a bit of a personal mission to try and challenge your dull palette.

"Jiaoqiu.."

You start, softly trying to protest,

"[Name]."

He sits down across you,

"Do you remember when I first served this?"

He leans forward, his chin cradled on his interlocked fingers, knees pressing onto the table. There's a faint smile on his face.

You sigh,

"Yes, back when.. I had a terrible fever, which just wouldn't leave."

"Mhm. It was the only reason you had the energy to walk around."

You continue staring at the dish. A hint of sentimentality at least seems to spark some appetite in you.

"Hm, too soupy isn't it?"

You comment, looking back up at him

"We aren't scarce on resources anymore, are we?"

"You could learn to not alter a few recipes for sentimental value."

"And what? Feed you that ashen bowl of noodles with barely a scrap of meat or any spice?"

You sigh,

"..alright."

You pick up the stationed chopsticks from the side, and stir the noodles slightly. Jiaoqiu's smile widens, as he watches you.

"The broth looks.."

"Remember when your fever wouldn't go down at all? The high temperature was so stubborn."

You shudder at the reminder. You still remember it – the searing burn of the medicine you hastily applied, the following high temperatures and sweat, the constant discomfort of being so unutterably weak you couldn't even sit upright.

You suppose he doesn't like when you nitpick. You resign yourself to eating it quietly.

–––

The sheets are soft, and cold as your bare back settles against them, your head gently hitting the soft pillow behind you. Your fingers absentmindedly trail down to the bandages on your abdomen, tracing the tight-binded edges of it.

Jiaoqiu's back is turned to you as he readies a concoction. One of many he's tried to use to "fix" you.

You sigh, staring up at the ceiling. You would have felt more awkward, more embarassed about having to lay almost half naked in your 'mentor's bed, but considering the recent flare up a few days ago, you couldn't care less.

Jiaoqiu walks around the expanse of the bedframe, and gently settles down on the other, empty side. He placed the paste on the nightstand, as his fingers reach down to undo your bandages.

There is something tender, you think, about having to lay bare under someone who has seen something so ugly, yet persist regardless. Under his fingers, where your flesh seems to either rot, or bloom. Something beautiful, if it weren't for the past pains of war still haunting you two. Something tender, if it weren't for your own flesh rotting into you.

His nose scrunches up a bit as your wound is exposed at the removal of the wraps. Foxians, especially of his kind, tend to have sensitive noses. Specifically for blood, if it makes sense.

Your age-old wound has shriveled and ached for so long, you almost wonder if it's alive on it's own. How have you been? You almost ask, every time you see it for yourself. The tainted flesh almost searing every time another paste, another cure, is desperately smeared on it. Almost as though it is offended.

Jiaoqiu stays silent, for a moment, his eyes slightly opened as he stares down. His hands have moved to your sides, as though framing your outline.

They move up, slowly, as though encasing your ribs. They expand with each breath, skin stretching and moving with the flesh alive underneath. His face slowly dips down, as if in prayer. His lips ghost the dip between your lower ribs, in ancient reverence. You wonder if he might break you open and eat your heart from the cages of your bones.

His lips trace down ghosting over the edge of your skin, where the previously infected part begins. He inhales, slowly, before speaking.

"I don't know how to fix this."

You stay silent. Your hand comes up to the side of his face, his hair tickling the back of it,

"Jiaoqiu. It's alright."

"It isn't."

You watch his face retract, his troubled gaze on your wound. The flesh has been marred and sunken.

"This isn't something you can fix."

He moves, the bed dipping as his weight shifts, the side of his face resting on your chest, one of his hands moving to your stomach, the back of his fingers grazing your skin as it moves up to the centre of your ribs.

"Bitter, sour.. distasteful.."

He murmurs, his fingers absentmindedly tracing your skin,

His face shifts, his lips resting just above your heart,

"Your blood smells like poison."

You still for a moment. His teeth graze your skin. The hot, damp breath wets your skin.

Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump.

Your heart beats in his ears. He longs to feel it in his mouth. His other hand, still on your side, shifts, the fingers digging into your skin.

For a moment, you wonder what the scene will reel out as ‐ your limp body, a feast under his hungry mouth. Your arteries stringing from the cave of your flesh to his mouth like a bridge, thin veins scattering and puzzling themselves in the crevices of his teeth. You hope he doesn't devour you.

For now, he resigns himself to your skin. His teeth bite. They do not draw blood yet.

---

Jiaoqiu has had more peace, recently.

Here he sits, behind you, entangling the thin stems of flowers within themselves, braiding a flower crown. His nose scrunches, and his ears flit slightly whenever you hand him a fragrant one. You chuckle whenever he comments on it. His head leans forward and rests on your shoulder, as you continue to page through recipes in his book. Medicinal ones.

"Ah, look. It's stained here."

"Hm, gunpowder?"

Jiaoqiu asks, his tail swiping your back, the curled end of it tickling the side of your face,

"I think so."

You continue paging through the recipes, before stopping on a page.

Ah. There's blood.

"Dear, how did that happen?"

Jiaoqiu muses, his fingers paused as he looks at the blood stained page.

"I wouldn't remember."

"Hm.."

The blood smells sweet, despite having sunken into the page almost decades ago. It carries a hint of vitality, still. At least, in his foxian sense.

You turn the page.

---

"Jiaoqiu!"

"Not now–"

"The nurse..!"

Jiaoqiu stops in his tracks, taking his eyes off of his station with slightly furrowed brows, towards the person who's abruptly entered,

"What is it?"

"They're ill! They've fallen to the‐"

Jiaoqiu rushes with those few meager words, swiftly walking past as he asks where you are.

Unfortunately for you, you were trying to gain your bearings on the wooden floor.

This entire month of war specifically, had torn you both down to shreds. Your inventories were looted, leaving you with scarce medicine and many maimed to look after. The enemies were bolstering their presence harshly, and closing in furiously.

Upon stumbling on a rare sight of a wounded enemy soldier, you leaned down to check if they carried anything useful – medicine, maps, anything, when you realised in your haste you should have checked for their pulse first.

And it was in that moment of realisation did you feel a sharp plunge and sting, as the soldier's arm swiftly swung and stabbed you with a small knife.

You wanted to scream, but the overwhelming pain of the intrusion, the visceral splitting of your flesh far outweighed the need to scream. You jerked away, weakly, but hastily, retreating, leaving the enemy with their last bout of energy to laugh bitterly at you.

–––

Jiaoqiu still smells poison on you.

With war came many things. A lost locket on the vast field. A lonely sword in the quiet of the night. A child asleep in front of the door, forever waiting their parent.

And with war, came your eventual poisoning.

Perhaps it was the weapon. Knives edged with venom. It could have made for a lethal weapon.

But something felt odd.

Jiaoqiu's face presses into the warmth of your stomach.

Bitter. Sour. Distasteful. Rancid. Rotting. And Defiled.

Jiaoqiu's mind often wanders to wine reds. The pulling of sinew arteries, the sharp cut of a blade through flesh. The slow leaking of myoglobin or blood through the cutting board.

Sometimes, it had wandered while he tended to patients.

Blooming flesh, at incineration of skin due to sharpnel, or burnings. The vigorous pumping of the heart at the sight of blood draining down slowly, outside it's confinement, ever so oblivious to the lethality.

Jiaoqiu had craved flesh. Flesh beyond the slaughter of a Lamb, of a Cow, of any animal.

Flesh, right under the safe confines of human ribs.

Sweet, sweet viscera of the Liver. The expanse of Lungs. The tightly wound cartilage right above and below the muscles. Bones that leaked marrow.

The heart.

But he hadn't dare consume.

With war, came hunger.

Hunger he had not experienced like any other. Hunger that devoured him whole. Hunger so vast he could feel his insides churning and dissolving for the capacity of the appetite he would need to fulfill.

A hunger for you.

Poisoned, and permanently so. It's safe to say his attempts to 'fix' you, weren't necessarily innocent.

He shifts, his face moving to your neck, nose tickling the edge of it as his lips linger on your nape. Unprotected spinal cord. His canines expose and gently press on the tender skin, the pressure increasing, waiting for the breach of the skin.

You laugh, airy and sweet.

"What are you doing?"

Jiaoqiu retracts, slightly. Staggered, shallow breathing as he struggles to restrain himself.

He stays quiet. You grow nervous at the strange silence.

"Jiaoqiu?"

"[Name]."

His head turns slightly, eyeing the open recipe book on your nightstand. The night's gentle breeze wafting through the open window agitated the pages, slightly uncovering the blood-stained page for a second.

"What is it?"

You quietly ask, sensing the slight tightness in his voice,

"You poisoned yourself."

Your breath hitches, a shock rendering your body paralyzed for a second.

What?

You shift and turn to face him. His eyes are open, staring endlessly into yours. You break into a cold sweat, his slitted eyes almost cutting through you. Your heart beats harshly in your chest, as your breathing staggers slightly.

"Jiaoqiu?"

"While concocting that medicine for yourself.."

He whispers, his hand pushing down on the pliant bed as he leans forward, making you lean back in turn,

"What are you–"

"In your haste, did you ever think to use the right ingredients?"

He's towering over you, as you look at him, eyes almost blown wide, pupils dilated, breathing heavily. You don't notice it until you realise how out of breath you feel, despite the chill of the night air causing chills on your skin.

"The.. ingredients.."

You stumbled into your tent, almost meeting the ground, your arm on reflex grabbing onto something sturdy, as you gasped and panted. Your other hand presses onto the wound on your abdomen, as you cry out, abruptly interrupted by a sharp inhale at the pain. Tears singe your eyes, but your heart is beating too loud, and you're too pained to cry yet. You grunt as you pull yourself up, your bloodied hands sifting through the cacophany of items on your own desk, shuffling in haste for something,

Eventually, you hurriedly concocted a simple but powerful herbal paste, smothering it onto the blaring and irritated, bloody wound, seeping and crying incessantly of blood into your hands as you lathered it onto the wound in great pain. You ignored the uncharacteristic burning of the paste, hurriedly trying to wrap the bandage onto yourself, before too much blood was lost.

"Do you realise? That paste.. if you messed up a single point in the recipe, you'd poison yourself. Each ingredient was selected to neutralize the other."

Erratic, shallow breaths leave you as he looks down at you. What have you done?

This is poison. This is the curse.

The curse you carried after the war. It was never mara that could affect you.

And it was the poison Jiaoqiu had longed to taste.

His face dives down into your neck again, his fangs ghosting your jugular vein,

"Do you realise what truly courses in your blood?"

A cold bead of sweat drips down from the side of your forehead. Death could possibly taste sweeter, you imagine.

"I can't wait to taste it."

And his teeth sink.

--

[fluffykiddosstuff]

stanford and stanley pines fighting for you (headcanons)

i just played swooning over stans and...help i'm so obsessed with these two now..here is littles headcanons for them when they are both in love with you :-)

warnings : swearing (thank you stanley), gn!reader, using they/them pronouns, mention of child abuse

context : the kids are gone, the grunkles are on adventures, so to their surprise when they came back for a month, they saw you in the living room (stanley almost hit you with a stick if ford and soos didn't got him), soos explain to them that you got banished from your home and came to the shack late at night under the rain. Pitty hitting them since they know damn well what a lonely life is, they let you stay and life goes on..well not as they expected...

stanley pines :

at first he tries to deny what he feels, you are friends, right ?

if you laugh at his jokes, swear with him against things he dislikes (tv-shows, young people ect..), and that you help him annoy poeple by stealing and other things ? My man is head over heals

you can see he start to grow fond of you when he wants to protect you even more than before, especially since he knows what is gravity falls made of

when you where gone for shopping with soos, he decided it was time to annonce it to his dear twin brother

he would talk about it while watching a romance movie with ford (even tho he said he didn't wanted to watch)

"you know, i start to kinda like them..but like like them you see.."

the pills doesn't pass well when ford says he likes you too

stan is definitely the most childish one

"let's make a bet sixer ! the first to got a date with them wins !"

he likes to come in while ford tries to show you something or even tries to speak to you

he even broke down ford's clock so he would be late to your weekly monster's chase

he still as limits of course, ford is his twin brother after all, and it's only little jokes that doesn't harm anyone right ?

will definitly show off with his boxing skills or by putting a nice suit (for exemple the one in the gif) while you all go out together for a party or something, will try to do sport everyday but heh, he is a little bit too old to do those things daily..

gives you his jacket when you are outside with him, even if you aren't cold, when he sees ford's face when he smells his cologne on you while you both work on something, i'ts worth it

gives you flowers and little gifts, puts them on your bed for you to find when you come back

verbally says what he thinks about you, while ford can't even say two lines in a phrase when all he wanted to say is that your outfit was pretty

stanford pines :

he mainly start to realise he likes you when you helped him with his reasearches for a creature, he is amazed by how much you are interested in his work and doesn't hesitate to take you as an assistant and answer all of your questions

man did he regret telling stan's about his feelins for you, now his life is a living hell (sometimes he thinks about going back in the other dimension by how stan can be extremely annoying, really)

you only get free time with him when you are both in the forest to hunt monsters, you talk for hours about many toppics

smarter than stan, he tries to make you more open around him, asking you about personnal stuff and trying to comfort you when things gets too hard for you to tell, he even experienced to make hugs (bc my dude is awkard) and he purposelly hugs you in front of stan while you are crying about something related from your abusive parents, bonus point if you say : "oh ford..what would i do without you..", he would look at his twin, sticking out his tongue in a proud grin, revenge is a plate you eat cold they said

when you are all watching a show on the t-v and that it's his turn to choose the movie, even if he is dying to watch a documentary, he puts an horror movie and sits next to you, watching you take his hand as a loud noises his heard or hugs you if you are too scared

when you both work and you pass out on a table, he first puts his long jacket on you, and if it gets too late, he takes you in his arms to put you in your bed, all while him and stan are having a "who is gonna look the more angry at eachother" contest

when stan swears , he likes to take him back, especially if you don't like that either (or if it's not the right moment or the right place to do those) of course it doesn't stop him for saying : "for fuck's sake" or "fucking little nerd" while you laugh with ford

[yourjughead]

Boyfriend

Sweet Pea and Y/N have been seeing each other in secret for some time but as a new serpent enters the playing field, tempers flare but is it all what if seems?

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SP POV

"So when are you guys gonna stop pretending it's just sex and actually just sign the marriage licence, it's been like 7 months which is basically decades in the Serpents"

The water I gulped down nearly took deathly grip at Tonis comment.

"N-o no no" I managed to choke out between rapid taps to the back from Fangs.

"Toni please don't kill the man, I'm sure YN wouldn't like if you bumped off her play thing" Fangs quipped while watching the colour return back to my face.

"I'm not her play thing, if anything she's mine"

"And who exactly could you be talking about like that" of course she's going to join the conversation at the most inconvenient time. I wish the water had just finished me off.

"Y/N, we were just messing with him"

"Ah yes Toni because I love when my sex life is the topic of conversation amongst my friends, although I suppose you've nothing going on in your own lives" she dropped your tray next to me before sliding in across.

"And how is Cheryl?" you added, Toni sunk down on the seat with a groan.

"And Kevin?" sending Fangs sliding too, leaving me grinning into my soup. I caught her hand beneath the table as the other two tried to take back hold of their pride. We shouldn't have even been talking about this so openly in school, I'm really not trying to put a target on my back.

"If you do marry eachother I'll officiate"

"That's very nice Fangs but don't you need to be able to read to do that?" Fangs caught his chest in feign hurt at Y/Ns joking tone. We shouldn't be talking about this, they know I'd never be allowed to marry her, I can't even openly date her.

As if on que, Y/N dropped my hand quickly to place both in front of her tray, her eyes following the newest recruit to the Serpents. Jughead Jones. Now there's the only person her father would let her marry, another serpent legacy.

"Hey guys"

"Hey Jughead!" She responded very much too excited to him in my opinion.

"Y/N, I'm heading to Pop' wanna come? I know you really want to try it" how could he know what she wants? I'm what she wants. Right?

"Sure, see you later guys" y/n smiled and I could feel my other best friends shuffle awkwardly in their seats as y/n then strutted off with her future husband.

"SP-"

"Don't" I silenced Toni's saddening tone with a raised hand, I don't need their pitty.

~ 3rd Person

Over the next few weeks you spent more and more time around Jughead. Your father approved massively of this budding relationship, not going unnoticed by Sweet Pea or the rest of your friends. You and Jughead would go on jobs together, meet up before and after meetings together and just in general be together. It was becoming more and more difficult for Sweet Pea to be around and he began to retreat into himself.

~

5 weeks later - 3rd Person

Sweet Pea sprawled out across the tattered sofa of his very own trailer. Trying to take his mind of you and Jughead, he flicked through tv channels, then the books in his reach before finally landing on reading his history book absentmindedly. His eyes eventually weighing more than the book and closing. Dreams of you in eggshell coloured dresses waltzing up a flower covered aisle to meet a groom with a blurry face but a very prominent crown beanie splashed across his mind. The image jolted him from his sleep, crashing him to the floor.

Sweet pea rubbed his face with the blanket thrown across him, trying to remove the image from his thoughts. The soft glow from his ajar bedroom door across the darkened living room caught his eye. His hands ran down the blanket that was not there when he drifted off. Your hushed voice eventually met his ears from the bedroom, his senses waking one by one. He misses you breaking into his trailer nightly, the last time having been a few weeks ago.

Sweet Peas Pov

Collecting myself from the floor I snuck over to the door where I could accidentally on purpose hear her speak more clearly on the phone.

"Yeah there's just no future there - yeah - I really like being around him but what's the point when I don't want to continue - yeah yeah - I don't want any more feelings to grow - mmm - I just have to be with him to get where I need to go - yeah you're right- talk later love you Sis - bye - bye - bye" oh god it's happening, the end, she's ending it with me. I don't care if she's using me, just as long as she's with me. Right?

I heard her jump up from mattress. Crap crap crap. I went to scramble back to the sofa, sliding along the laminate in the blanket she had wrapped on me, flying straight back onto the floor. Ugh god my head. As I blinked her shape standing over me came into focus, I gave a small nervous laugh.

"Sweets, are you having fun down there?" She laughed offering a hand and instantly regretting it as I pulled her down on top of me.

"Now I am" I rolled her into the blanket and deep into my chest, squeezing as if letting go would mean she's gone forever. The closest we'd been in awhile.

"Sweet - Pea - You're - Crushing - Me" she attempted through my chest and began go gently push from me. It's already happening. She rolled her head up and gently kissed my cheek and I released my grip.

"Why are you on the floor"

"Why are you in my house?"

"Touché" she smiled before sitting up to retrieve her buzzing phone from her pocket.

"Who's are you giggling at?" I hate myself for asking but seeing her smile at her phone the way she smiles at me gave me reason.

"It's just something Jughead said -" ugh god why why why "- and I don't giggle" she gently hit me into my chest as I rolled from her and then up off the floor. I crossed the room towards the fridge where I rooted around.

"He was telling me about the book he's writing over lunch today, he's really got something for making up elaborate plans, we actually decided to -"

"We?" I almost growled at her as I pulled a beer from the fridge and turned to her disapproving stares. I know she doesn't like when I drink on week days, we were brought up in bar culture and she hates bringing it home with her. I'm not even sure she'd call me home anymore.

"Sweet pea don't get like that over Jughead, you like him I thought" she moved towards me in the kitchen, the blanket drapped over her still. I leaned on the fridge across from her and watched her prop herself up onto the countertop, her phone now next to her.

"Y/N, he rocks up into our school, parades around, Mr. Prince of the Serpents, takes you from me all the time so we can never have any alone time together and then -"

"Ah so that's what this is about, you miss the sex" she seemed to toy but I definitely wasn't in the mood to joke.

"No! Well yeah but that's not all I miss, this is the most we've talked in over a month and it's still about him!"

"Sweet Pea don't get angry at me!" She slid from the blanket and the counter. Too late, I was very much very angry which was only increased when her phone lit up, with the one word I'd never heard her use before, boyfriend.

"What the fuck?!" I lunged for it, almost forgetting my height, giving y/n a bit of a fright, something I had never done. Seems to be a day of firsts for everyone. Boyfriend?! Boyfriend?! She tried to reach for the ringing phone, this time I didn't forget my height, answering the phone and hoping I didn't hear the person I knew was on the other head.

"Hey y/n/n, I'll meet you at the usual spo-" I cut Jones off before he could finish, hurling the phone at the cabinets. This time I gave y/n a very noticeable fright as the phone screen came seperate from the motherboard.

"Sweet Pea!! Calm down! You're acting like a raving lunatic, let me explain!" She shouted back, more firsts from her, she had never raised her voice at me before but I suppose I started it. No she did. Jones did. I'm gonna kill him.

"Explain what?! What's there to explain Y/N/N" I used the name he called her like the curse word it was to me.

"Me and you have been seeing each other for like almost 9 months and that has meant something to me, clearly not so much to you" okay Sweet Pea that was probably a bit harsh. I breathed out deeply, trying to release any amount of pressure from chest. She moved from the kitchen and into the bedroom, returning again and putting on her jacket. Damn.

"You have no idea the kind of pressure I'm under Sweet Pea" she almost bit at me as she zipped herself up.

"Yeah I'm sure there's a lot of pressure straddling Jones" I was shocked I said that, she was shocked I said that. I think I don't even believe what I said but then again, he's her boyfriend. Boyfriend?! She's never called me that, would never call me that. This thought pushed the regret for what I said from me and replaced it back with anger.

"Oh whatever Sweet Pea, talk to me when you recover from the concussion you clearly got from the fall" She flew open the trailer door and stormed out into the cold night. I slid down the fridge, her smashed up phone alongside me. Nice one Pea, you really messed up this time..... except she messed up too, she's dating Jones and didn't tell me. She's dating Jones and didn't tell me. She's dating Jones and didn't tell me. I could feel my neck rise again with anger as I stood and went to the front door. I need to pay the serpent prince a visit.

Part 2

[possibilistfanfiction]

For the caitvi: dog meet cute

[if u have been here a minute u know i try to give every character a border collie bc they're my passion lol HOWEVER. vi + a big rescue pitty is an actual dream come true. i just rly love dogs & force free handling & nurturing of dogs. so here u go, they are my babies]

//

vi is practically vibrating next to you in excitement, which is endearing but a little unsettling as she drives. she'd insisted you take her bronco, because she's convinced the car will immediately be scratched and dirty inside — which isn't even true, and also she's put more work into her car than you ever will any of yours. still, you'd acquiesced without too much arguing — more for fun than anything else — and then gone through the actual items on the checklist the rescue had recommended. you spent the past day making sure there were no holes in the fence and that the gate properly latched; you'd gotten bowls and the food recommended by the vet you'd found — fear free certified, vi had said after her research, proudly showing you the results of a very nice vet clinic near your new house — and a few toys and balls, a snuffle mat, and a cute little toy you can fill with peanut butter or yogurt for him to lick. you'd gotten a ton of training treats and bully sticks, marrow bones and duck feet; you pick out two comfortable beds to put in the living room and your bedroom; vi had liked a pink harness, collar, and 6' lead, which had made you laugh and then kiss her right in the middle of the pet store; you order a long lead to go with it later that night.

so, by all accounts and purposes, you are very ready.

still, vi is acting more nervous than she had when she'd taken her lieutenant's exam a few months ago, more nervous than when you were waiting to hear back about jinx's acceptance to her graduate program, more nervous than the first night you'd really moved into your house and fell asleep on the couch, sated and spent, in front of the fireplace. you'd loved this house for many reasons, but one of the big ones was its beautiful yard: vi has been looking at rescue dogs on her phone for the entire time you've known her.

'i can't believe it's really happening,' she says, again, as she takes the turn onto the street the rescue is located on.

'we're going to have so much fun, and give him such a good home.'

she breathes a sigh out and takes her hand off the gear shift to squeeze yours. you'd brought it up a few weeks ago, maybe looking into a dog, since you had the space, and you lived together now, and you owned the house, rather than having pet restrictions in an apartment. there had been a million excuses she'd offered, all of them poor and all of them because she was just nervous. you know how well you can manage things, how that's a way you're good at showing your love, and you know how gentle and nurturing v's nature is when given the chance.

she parks and you kiss her gently. 'hey, any dog would be lucky to be raised by rich lesbians with no kids.'

it gets her to laugh, finally, her nerves dissipating. 'speak for yourself. i'm not rich.'

you roll your eyes — it's not a secret that you want to get married one day, that you like making sure that vi — and her family — has everything they need, especially since you make enough money through your own work to not need any of your trust fund. 'rich in love.'

she groans but takes your hand anyway, laces your fingers together before you open the door.

the rescue coordinator and trainer meet you in the lobby, smiling, and compliment vi on her treat bag and the collar, harness, and leash set you'd brought. you had applied for the dog the week before, having seen his picture for one second and then showing it to vi, and you'd watched a soft smile grow on her face. you'd gone through a video call interview, and now all that's left is an in-person meet-up to see if a trial adoption period feels good for both of you and the dog.

he's already alone in the little play yard with one of the other volunteers, and you hear vi sniffle next to you, and then laugh, when you look her way, before getting down on her knees.

'hi, atlas,' she says, as you crouch down too, and it doesn't take even a second before the dog — muscular and goofy, with a blocky head, mostly black fur with a few white spots — bounds over to both of you and bowls vi over with how excited he is.

you laugh, and you get out your phone to take a few pictures; vi kisses his head and you rub behind his ears. you understand that it's important, and good, that the rescue does a trial adoption period, but his eyes are a grey-blue and he has a scar above one of them, and after vi throws the ball and you play tug with him a little, he just lies down half in her lap while she scratches his offered tummy — you know that there's no way this dog is ever going back.

'it's a good thing you're, uh, you know... fit,' the trainer says, a little flustered at the obvious muscles and veins of vi's arms in one of her t-shirts, you think, which, okay, you do understand. 'we're working on his leash skills, still, and he's getting so much better! but he's a strong guy.'

you'd, of course, read atlas' bio: he was rescued off the side of the road, alone, starving and sick, and he's spent almost the last two years at the rescue, cared for, of course, but overstimulated. he's loved his field trips, and he's friendly to kids, other dogs, even cats. he's active, park plays and hikes, but he really just wants to cuddle and sleep. mostly, he's been overlooked because he's a strong pit bull with a big bark. vi had immediately wanted him, even if she hadn't quite said so: you'd understood.

the trainer talks you through helping him feel safe as you put his new harness on, but he really doesn't seem to care at all when you offer him some chicken as a reward after. he licks your face and, admittedly, you are kind of in love already. the trainer plays with him while you and vi go inside and fill out the final paperwork, and he seems more subdued when you come back. but, 'you're so smart, huh?' vi says to him, the second he starts getting excited when she takes his leash and walks toward the exit. he starts whining and pulling, but when you get through the door, your hand in vi's, atlas turns around and jumps on both of you a few times. it doesn't bother you, and it makes vi cry, so you don't even try to coax him away with treats: you just let him feel freedom, safe and sound, for the first time.

//

atlas rides calmly in the car on the way home, watching everything out the window in his little dog car hammock, easily tolerating when you'd secured him with the seat belt extension that attached to his harness. jinx, unsurprisingly, has already come over when you get home, and she laughs and falls back on the ground, letting him lick all over her face, when he rams into her in hello. she slips a custom, thank you very much bandana — a lot of neon pink — onto him and kisses his forehead, but she has class, she pouts, so she promises to be over again tomorrow to play with him.

you and vi show atlas around the house, direct him to some toys; vi gives him a few chew options to see which one he'll pick — a beef marrow bone, no surprised there — and then he settles on the bed in the living room and works on his bone for an hour, both of you just smiling and watching from the couch, before he finishes and lumbers over to you, hopping up and burrowing in between you with a sigh.

vi starts to cry again, which makes you start to cry, and you both just sit there, laughing too, while you pet him.

'you have to know that this is, like, you in dog form, right?' you ask eventually.

'a brilliant and sensitive heart behind a strong, rugged exterior? of course.'

she's using humor to deflect — you both know at this point — but you let her get away with it this time.

//

atlas settles in easily, like he was always meant to be yours, and maybe he was. one morning, when vi is on shift, you take him on his long line to your favorite trail just outside the city and just let him walk and sniff for an hour or so, and then sit with you on the patio of your favorite cafe while you have a coffee. he sleeps and says hello when people ask, and, while he still gets so excited he often knocks jinx and vi over still when they get home, he's so gentle greeting strangers that you have to fight back tears. when you take him to the crag a month in, he makes friends with every person there and then gnaws on a bully stick before sleeping the afternoon away in a patch of sun.

for years, since you'd met vi, she'd had a hard time sleeping: you knew why, and you understood it. you'd tried all kinds of things to help with her insomnia and nightmares: therapy, and medication, and different techniques to ground and calm. it's always been a losing battle, though, things getting worse after long, hard shifts where calls had gone bad; oftentimes you'd get home from a full day at work and she hadn't slept at all since she got home from a 24 hour shift that morning: it hasn't been uncommon for her to go thirty hours without any good sleep for as long as you'd known her.

today, you'd been expecting the same thing: dark circles beneath her eyes, exhausted muscles that still can't rest, a painstakingly cooked dinner she'd prepared to, somehow, in her mind, make up for all of it. you'd talked to her on her drive home this morning, her short responses about the call she'd gone on dealing with an apartment fire in her childhood neighborhood last night telling you more than a robust description ever could.

when you walk in, though, the living room is dark, the fireplace mostly embers. it's cold outside, windy and probably going to snow tonight, so usually she would stoke it for you before you get home. there's no smell of dinner, and you don't hear atlas' paws scrambling to come jump on you in hello. for a split second, you're kind of terrified, before you notice the sound of snoring, and then your eyes find them: atlas is almost completely on top of vi on the couch, one of her hands still on his shoulders and the other stretched behind her head. they're both breathing deeply, soft snuffles and sighs, and you almost sink to your knees right then and there. you have your own demons, your own discussions in therapy and fights with your mom and aches in the middle of the night, but vi spent years of her life in the dark, alone, kept from any love or care, being treated like a dangerous animal. you want to marry her; you want jinx to annoy the hell out of you for years; you want a life with her, forever.

so you wipe your tears and put your coat away quietly, put your bag away and set your computer to charge in the office. you'd tentatively made plans to climb with vi after you'd gotten off work, mostly because it helps regulate her nervous system, even if you're both exhausted. but instead, you ease yourself gently onto the coffee table across from the couch and touch her face, then scratch behind atlas' soft ears.

'hello, my darlings.'

vi startles awake, disoriented, but then takes stock of atlas — who seems excited you're home, from the happy thump of his tail, but unwilling to move, far too warm and comfortable — and her eyes meet yours, a little smile sneaking its way onto her face. 'hey, cupcake.'

'it's nearly six.'

'oh. wow.'

'yeah?'

'i've been asleep for, like, five hours, i guess.'

you both almost burst into tears, but you kiss her forehead instead and say, 'shall we order in? movie night? it looks like mr. atlas here doesn't want to give up his prime spot.'

vi rubs her thumb along your cheek, always adoring, always gentle. 'ramen?'

'you drive a hard bargain.'

you don't talk about it further then: you go change into a pair of shorts and one of vi's sweaters, and atlas pouts but makes room for you on the couch too, eventually resting his head in your lap, and you put in your typical ramen order on your phone before vi picks a movie you'd both wanted to watch and had missed in theaters. she gets up, eventually, to open a bottle of wine for you and grab a beer for herself, and to put a new log on and then stoke the fire, before curling back up into your side.

'you know, i've thought about his name.'

'yeah?'

'jinx has come up with, like, seven thousand nicknames, some of which he responds to because she feeds him cheese all the time.'

vi rolls her eyes, but you laugh.

'but, you know. the weight of the world, and all that.'

'like i said, you in dog form.'

vi shakes her head but it becomes common occurrence, as the weeks and months and years go on, to come home to her after a shift, held down by altas, happily resting with her: a peace that's hard-found and even harder-earned, a companion for it all.

[mtfstuff]

The desired role

I never thought my life could change this drastically. Let me tell you that I once was a strong and fair cop but I lost all of that quickly without fully realizing what I did. It all started a few months ago on this fateful afternoon.

On that day I was on my patrol, driving around in my police cruiser looking for potential trouble as usual.

I had gotten a call from a young woman that it seems like a young man is selling himself for sex to other men in a more remote area of the town. I was driving around there to see if I could spit him and I could after a fee minutes of searching. I carefully parked the cruiser and tried to sneak up on them. They were in the back of an alley. I could see the young man wearing skin tight latex from neck to toes. He was getting fucked by an older man with a beer gut while another man demanded the young man to suck his dick. I came closer but one of the older man noticed me and started to run. I quickly started to run towards them, shouting at them to stand still. The second man pushed the young man towards me and started to run away too.

I catched the young man and could only watch as the two old men ran through a backdoor and closed it. I handcuffed the young man and then walked up to the backdoor, trying to pry it open but to no avail. The thick metal door didnt move a bit. I got back to the young man and looked at him thoroughly. His body from neck to toes was covered in latex, even his hands. The only places free of latex was his crotch area and a hole around his butt. His dick was locked away in a chastity cage. He seemed intimidated by me as he didnt even reach my shoulders.

"Are you even old enough to sell yourself in this 'business'?", I asked him starting to walk him towards the cruiser.

"Is this regarding my size? Yeah I know I look young with my 5' but I can assure you that I'm 26 years old.", he answered cowardly.

"Do you have any ID to back up that claim?"

"No. I lost everything around 4 months ago."

I pushed him into the backseat.

I got into the car on the drivers seat.

"Whats your name?", I asked opening the criminal justice information system.

"Jordan Blight.", he said. I could hear him starting to sob.

I entered his name into the computer and found multiple things about him. It started with him disappearing, followed by multiple offensive crimes.

I exhaled deeply. By the looks of it this guy would now go to prison even though I knew that from the way he looked he wouldnt survive a week there.

Jordan must've had a similar thought as he started crying.

"Please... I'll do anything. I just cant go to prison. Please!", he cried.

"Sorry man, but I cant help you.", I answered looking at him through the rearview mirror.

"Please...", he continued crying. "I'll do anything... do you need sexual relief? I'm supposedly good at it. Do you need someone to talk to? I'm a good listener."

I stayed silent. I felt somewhat pitty for him and his situation.

"Do you need someone to get drugs? I know some who have them.", he continued.

I looked at him concerned.

"Or do you want me as an insider? Or should I be your slave?"

I subconsciously moved an eyebrow and unfortunatly Jordan noticed it.

"What was it? The insider or the slave?", he asked with a grin.

I cleared my throat.

"How did you get in your situation? I mean I wouldnt choose to walk around in a latex suit covering everything but my head, dick and ass.", I asked.

"Changing the subject, I see.", he snickered. "I was drugged by some I considered friends. They stripped me, put me in this latex suit and cock cage. They also made sure that I dont get out by welding the zipper fully into the suit. They then brought me here, into a city I dont know to make me a sex slave. And they succeeded. I got addicted to sex and drugs over the last few months. It feels like I know more about the taste of dicks and cum than real food. It feels like I dont even remember how it feels to wear something else than latex."

"I'm sorry to hear that. I - I dont even know what to say.", I said.

"Say if it was the slave or the insider.", he laughed.

"Neither. Just a weird thought I sometimes have."

"Tell me about it."

I felt torn. He had the right appearance for my weird wish but he was just a stranger, even more a stranger I've just arrested. But I still had this feeling that I could tell him.

"Since I was in pre-school I was the tallest guy and even without working out I was pretty muscular.", I said. "And I dont know why as my family isnt tall at all. Since then I started to get this wish, to feel small. Even get somewhat humiliated."

It was a weird silence.

"I didnt see that coming.", Jordan said. "You, this hunk of a good looking man, wants to be humiliated. You want to be in my position?"

"Yeah, I do.", I said. "I just want to know how it feels."

"Well, I'd do anything to not go to prison but I dont know how much I could humiliate you."

He chuckled.

"I mean I'm 5' and you're like 6'3.", he added.

"6'5 to be precise.", I said. "I could have something that would change this situation. Only if you're down for it."

"I'd be doing it if it means that I wont go to prison, so yeah. Tell me, what is it you have."

I moved around in my seat, fearing his reaction to what I would tell him.

"I have a body swap item with me.", I told him.

He bursted out into laughs. It was almost contagious. Almost.

He slowly caught himself again.

"You cant be serious!", he looked at me. "Oh shit, you're serious."

"I dont know if it works but it could be your way out of prison if you do it with me for a short time. Its said to be reversible so we'd swap back after that session of ours.", I said.

He thought about it for a moment.

"Sure, why not. I always wondered how it felt to have a body as incredible as yours."

"Then its a deal.", I started the engine and drove us to an even more remote area of the city.

When we arrived I turned off the cruiser and got out. I opened the trunk of the cruiser and took a strange needle out of it. I closed it and opened Jordan's door. I pulled him out and pushed him into an abandoned alleyway.

I unlocked his handcuffs and he rubbed his wrists.

"So how does this work?", Jordan asked.

"We have to prick a finger each with this.", I held the needle in front of him. "Then the pricked tips have to touch and then we swap or transform into each other. That wasnt fully clear."

"Then lets do it.", he answered.

I took one of his fingers and pricked the tip. He let out a slight gasp. Then I pricked my finger and held it up. He pressed his finger against mine and I immediately felt a weird sensation, as if a force was pulling my whole body from my finger.

Jordan musst have felt it himself as he pulled his hand away. I looked at him and noticed that he started to grow, not just in height but also in terms of muscles. His latex suit got pulled thinner and thinner before it finally ripped in multiple places. The scraps of latex fell to the ground, revealing Jordans new muscular body that was still growing. I could immediately see that his muscles looked like mine. Jordan marveled at his new body, already smelling his armpits or feeling his abs. I looked down at his dick to see if it was growing too and it did. It was already straining against the cage before the cage sprung open and fell to the ground. Jordan's dick was the spitting image of mine and it was rock hard.

Jordan was almost the same height as me now and only his face looked different. A beard stubble was starting to grow on his cheeks as his bone structure started to morph into mine. His hair grew shorter and his eye color changed. It took only a few seconds and it was as if I was looking into a mirror. A naked mirror.

"This is incredible!", Jordan said feeling his biceps. "We could be twins right now! But shouldnt you look like me?"

"Yeah, I thought I would transform too but until now I only have this strange feeling.", right then the feeling changed and I started to shrink. While shrinking my uniform felt heavier and the gun holster looser every second and suddenly my pants, including my boxers, fell to the ground. My jacket and vest were huge on me, my hands didnt even stick out of the sleeve anymore and my dick was hidden behind the vest but I could feel how hard it was. It was almost painful.

I looked at Jordan and he had a huge grin on his face.

"Your manly face on my body wearing a uniform thats to big for you is just a funny sight to behold.", he said not letting go of his new muscles.

I started to feel my face change. The receding beard as well as the quickly growing hair tickled. With a faint plop I could hear my bones change and then the feeling vanished.

"Looks like I'm the officer now.", Jordan said.

He grabbed me by the throat and lifted me up. I could feel my socks and boots slip off my feet before I felt the cold ground beneath my butt. Jordan had dropped me.

"Man this strength is crazy!", he exclaimed.

I coughed a few times, trying to get my throat to feel normal again.

Jordan grabbed my arms and quickly pulled the rest of the uniform off of my body. I was now sitting on the cold floor completely naked.

Jordan dropped the vest, jacket and undershirt. I could hear him breathing heavily.

"I havent worn real clothes for months.", I could hear him say to himself.

He picked up my boxers from my pants and looked at them in his hands. He quickly smelled them and let out a quiet moan before carefully slipping his legs through them. He pulled them up to his hips and took his time to position his new big dick in a comfortable place.

It looked like Jordan quickly forgot about me because of the uniform.

He continued by pulling my socks out of my boots before pulling them over his feet and muscular calves. He wiggled his toes and giggled.

He grabbed the undershirt and pulled it over his broad chest. I marveled at how great it fit him. I now saw that I truly knew how to show off my body.

He removed the gun holster from the belt before stepping into the pants. He closed the belt and added the holster back.

He grabbed the jacket and quickly put it on before adding the vest onto his torso.

The last thing left were the boots. He seemed to almost celebrate this. He grabbed them and slowly unlaced them. He relished stepping into them, I could see it. He tied them again and took a few steps.

"This feels so good. Wearing real clothes, a uniform even. And then wearing shoes again. No more barefoot in latex.", he said.

Standing before me really was the spitting image of me, officer Stephen Benson. An officer with a bright future, thinking about how he could do anything as me now made my dick even harder.

"What are you going to do with me, officer?", I asked trying to get his attention.

He helped me up before pushing me face first against the wall.

"You can be more than lucky I got my uniform back. Impersonating an officer is a serious crime!", he said.

I felt him rubbing his crotch against my back.

"That was all just a big misunderstanding sir!", I answered.

I suddenly felt how he put the handcuffs around my wrists on my back.

"Misunderstanding or not, you're going to jail.", he said.

I got nervous, was he just roleplaying or taking over my life. I wanted to be submissive but I didnt want to go to jail. The thought of him taking over made me even harder. My dick was pressing so hard against the dirty brick wall.

"You're lucky as I'm in need of sexual relief.", he turned me around to face him. "And you may not go to jail if you go down and do a thing for me."

Jordan had a devilish grin on my old face. I went down and he immediately pushed my face into my old crotch. I could smell the fabric as well as the stench of my old sweat. But most of all I could feel the outline of the beast inside the pants that was once mine.

He continued pressing my face into his crotch.

"Worship me. Worship my muscles and uniform!", he said.

I couldnt answer because my face was pushed so hard against his crotch but I managed to move my hands behind my back to get his attention there.

He bent himself over me to unlock one side of the handcuffs again.

I immediately moved my hands to his firm butt and squeezed it. My hands slowly ran down his legs, feeling the muscles beneath the fabric every time he flexed his legs. I knew that it should be wrong, worshipping your real body but it just felt so good.

My hands went down further, now slightly massaging his calves before I ran my hands over my combat boots he now wore. Touching the leather felt surprisingly good so I kept working on his feet. That combined with inhaling the musk of my old crotch and uniform felt intoxicating.

"Take it out and suck it!", I heard Jordan order with my old deep voice.

It sent chills down my spine knowing that I sounded like that before but now I wasnt in control of it or any other part of that body.

I opened the belt and pants and pulled out his dick. It was more than massive from my point of view and it was already throbbing and leaking pre-cum.

I opened my mouth and Jordan saw that as his opportunity to push the full 8 inches down my throat. I thought that I would have to throw up but this body had like no gag reflex anymore. I continued sucking on my old dick while Jordan controlled my speed by having his hands behind my head.

It felt weird and at first I didnt knew what to do but it only took a few seconds before the muscle memory kicked in and I started sucking like a pro. I could feel the veins pulsate in sync with Jordan's heartbeat. I used my tongue to play with it and I heard Jordan moan every now and then.

He suddenly grabbed my head more tightly before I felt his dick erupting in my mouth. I immediately started to swallow and tasted cum for the first time. The salty but still somewhat sweet taste was weird at first but it felt more normal with every string Jordan shot into my mouth.

"Dont spill.", he said panting.

I swallowed everything before he pulled me to my feet again. He turned me around again and I could immediately feel him running his dick along my ass. He pushed it in without warning but it didnt hurt at all.

"Damn, my hole was loose.", Jordan said. "I have more to give to you."

He pounded me hard but it still turned me on more. Knowing that the roles would be reversed in reality. I should be the muscular officer and Jordan should be this twink but right now I was living my phantasy.

His thrusts changed pace and I could feel how he prepared to unleash another load into me. He pushed me tight against the wall, his hands on my hips as I felt him shooting his warm and slimy masculine seed up my ass.

He pulled out and I felt him wiping off his dick on my butt cheeks.

I was covered in sweat but it felt great to have been used like this and I bet Jordan loved being a muscular officer too.

I was awaiting that he would unlock the handcuffs again so that we could swap back but he suddenly grabbed me with full force by my neck and threw me to the ground.

"You let something drip out of your ass!", he said firmly pointing at his feet. "Go on and clean my awesome combat boots."

I got on my knees and licked the cum off of my old boot. It tasted just like before, only that it had now dirt mixed into it. I was almost done licking as I felt a few finger intrude my butt. Jordan pulled them out again and tasted it.

"Damn man, this body tastes good.", he said.

Suddenly we both looked intensely at each other knowing exactly what caused it. It felt like a damn broke in our minds. My mind got flooded with the memories of Jordan and he probably got access to my memories.

"This- this changes everything!", he said.

He pulled me up.

I cleared my throat to sound manlier.

"Are you ready to change back? There are spare clothes in the trunk of the cruiser you can wear after that.", I said.

"No man.", he said.

"What do you mean, no?"

He pushed me against the wall again.

"You wanted to be me. You wanted to be humiliated and I agreed to escape prison.", he flashed me a quick smile. "But I'm the man now. I have the muscles. I wear the uniform. We'll do this my way now."

"But- but you cant just be a cop and do my job. I cant stay like this."

"You enjoyed being like this."

He gestured to my small, hard and slightly leaking dick.

"And I more than enjoyed being you.", he continued. "You have two options now, 'Jordan'. Keep complaining about swapping back and I'll send you to prison. Or get into the car and be me."

I stared at him in shock.

"It's Thursday, right?", he asked.

"Yes."

"Then lets make a deal. We stay like this till Sunday. If you then still want to swap back we'll do it. If you want us to stay like this we'll stay."

"Deal!"

He grabbed my balls tightly and I let out a loud, uncontrolled moan. He laughed.

"Good. I still have to be on my patrol for 2 more hours. So I'll leave you here. You wanted to be humiliated so you have to make a choice. Stay here until I come back to get you or look around searching for clothes. But if you do, time is running. I wont wait here for you when I'm finshed.", he said.

He laughed again and walked to the cruiser. He stepped into the driver seat, started the engine and left.

Only then I noticed that Jordan managed to place his old chastity cage on my dick.

I didnt fully understand how it got this far but I felt good. The humiliation was everything I always wanted but I still felt the urge to get my body back. I was excited to see what the last few days would bring.

[heartilywrites]

Heyyy! I was wondering if you could write about Korra giving aftercare to the reader after they’ve had sex ;) Korra ofc dominated the reader but just wants to make sure the readers okay and feels love afterwards (and Korra gives the reader her t-shirt to wear) thank u thank u!

،، 𝓗eavenly ; Korra

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resume: your girlfriend wants to take care of you.

content warning: ¡¡MDNI!! fingering ; oral sex (both r receiving) ; dom!Korra sub!reader ; Korra x fem!reader ; it gets all soft and lovely when the aftercare begins- ; no nation nor bending status mentioned ; no use of y/n

wc: 1k

a/n: you didn’t ask for smut, but you know, as one who loves to write context for fics (excuses) i did write smut at the beginning as a gift (more excuses). THANK YOU FOR REQUESTING, LOVE, ENJOY :D

“ Tell me what you want and you got it, love. I want all of you, gimme all you got.

Obscene noises filled the room your girlfriend and you were on at that moment. Your fingers on your left hand were tangled along Korra's hair while she was deeply hypnotized by the way you tasted.

Your throat vibrated with moans and whimpers calling her name, back arched and your eyes had closed long time now for the overwhelming feeling of pleasure the brunette was giving you.

At one point, your free hand got caught by your teeth when somehow you thought maybe you were too loud, Korra stopped when she started to hear you muffled making you let out a pleading noise.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Korra, please.” your eyes were teary when they looked at the southerner, she had a neutral expression.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “When did I tell you to do that?” she asked with a cold tone of voice, her fingers where pulled out of you, another pitty noise sounded from you at the feeling of emptiness.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “I'm sorry, it won't happen again.” your voice sounded lower than normal, ice colored orbs stayed on yours. “Please, please.”

Her body moved for her to be at your eye level again. “You'll behave?” your head nodded. “Say it. Say it or I won't allow you to finish.”

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “I'll behave!” the exclamation came louder than your other answers, Korra smiled. “I promise I'll behave!”

Now that she was back on top of you, her lips owned yours in such a desperate and wet kiss. The taste of your own essence made you let out a sigh which Korra very much enjoyed, her digits slipped once more on you now making you moan on her lips between kisses.

Her kisses moved to your neck, being able to see how the bruises she made previously started to show.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “I want you to be loud, you hear me?” she whispered in your ear with such a deep voice. “Let them now I make you feel so good, how you can't live without me in you.”

You only managed to nod as a response; as she went back to eat you out, you did as promised and didn't hold back any noise of pleasure she was provoking in you.

When your climax was close you had asked, pitifully, to Korra for permission to do so and your girlfriend allowed it after teasing you for quite some time. It was the second orgasm she had inflicted in you, so now you felt dizzy, your eyelids were heavy.

Korra got by your side a second later after cleaning her own face and wrapped your body in her arms.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “You did so good, baby,” she was saying while you were composing yourself. “I'm so proud of you. Was I harsh on you today?”

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Mh, no, honey, you were perfect.” your voice came out hoarsely and a smile painted your face. You wanted to be as close to Korra as possible, snuggling better in the privacy of the bubble she started to create for both.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Let's go take a bath and then we can cuddle better, how does that sound?” as an answer, Korra got puppy eyes from you making her giggle. “Love, I want you to feel clean. I'll lend you one of my shirts, yeah?”

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Say no more, I'm in.” a sweet kiss was left on your lips before she stood up and walked to the bathroom.

When she was done setting the bath for both of you, Korra ran to help you when she saw your intention of standing up and you were thankful with her for that since when you stood up your leg failed you completely, still weak and sensitive. Your girlfriend took you in her arms to carry you, a kiss on her cheek was her tip from you.

Both of you got in the bathtub at the same time, she was right behind you hugging you and you just enjoyed the calm environment while talking to the girl about everything and anything. She was washing your hair while you were sharing company gossips about different people in all of the departments which Korra didn’t know a single name you dropped, but she did listen, gasped and even say her opinion on the matter.

Once you two were done, she helped you back to the principal room. Sitting with a towel wrapped around your body, you looked at the girl get dress first before she extended your own pijamas for you to dress yourself. Even if Korra was used to sleep in tank tops, every once in a while she used t-shirts with sleeves and those were the ones you would usually steal from her to wear since they have her smell impregnated and once it started to vanished you would steal a new one. After getting yourself dressed, the southerner and you quickly cleaned up the room when you saw the mess that was made and everything looked good, Korra sat you at the edge of the bed so she could comb your hair.

Now a new wave of small talks came from both of you while she combed your hair carefully to not pull your head and hurt you. That done, it was time for the so promised hugs. This time it was your turn to be the little spoon, snuggling with her and feeling safer in her arms, you turned to face her after some minutes.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Thank you.” you whisper, cupping her face between your hands. “I love you.”

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “I love you so much more, honey,” she whispered back, now squeezing you a little bit. “I'll be here always to take care of you.”

Her sky colored eyes looked at you so dearly and her focus stayed on you even after you fell asleep between her arms with one of her hands leaving caresses on your hair to relax you. In that moment, Korra felt the luckiest to have you as her girlfriend, she tried to burn the picture of you sleeping so peacefully on her memory.

[vulpixisananimal]

"And you're absolutely, positively, one-hundred percent sure about this?" (Isabeau asked, he looked at you, concerned. He had worried about you all morning, helping you get ready for the day, checking for bruises, for anything wrong at all. But no, the only issue you had was the same issue you had yesterday.)

"I'm sure, absolutely, positively, one-hundred percent sure." (You nod. It was, it was the only place you could think to go.)

(The Favor Tree.)

(You were going to be useless in the house. Drag them all down, get them killed, fail over and over again if you just ran into that brick wall called the House of Change. No, no what you needed, was, some time alone.)

(It took some convincing, but eventually, everyone agreed. Isabeau would help you to the Favor Tree, sit you down, and you'd wait for them to return. You tried to subtelty give them tips, hints on how to get through the house without you, but it was hard without giving anything away.)

(They would be the heros this loop, you'd just be another frozen soul in Dormont, unless you looped back beforehand, naturally.)

"I-I could still carry you! I wouldn't mind! I can beat sadness AND help you through the house!" (Isa was practicly begging, but you couldn't go, not this time at least.)

(You chuckled, and smiled.) "Hey don't worry, I'll be waiting for you right where you leave me, okay?"

"Ha, haha. ." (The laugh was forced. Jokes wouldn't help warm the air here.)

(Eventually, the two of you ended up at the Favore Tree. It loomed above you; imposing, menacing, taunting. You kept your forced smile, Isabeaus arm holding you up. You still. Couldn't. Fell. It.)

". . . The Favor Tree's pretty cool, isn't it?" (Isabeau says.)

"Yeah it is. . ." (Ah you knew this line.)

"Glad you agree!"

(Make the pun. Make the pun it's the one thing you gotta do each time to stay sane just, make the pun.) "One could say it's a pretty. . ."

". . Uh huh?"

"Tree-mendous tree!" (You say, just like before.)

". . Heh, hehaha! Ha!" (Isabeau laughs, you laugh. This time at least it wasn't as forced but. . . You could still tell he wasn't happy with it. With your whole situation.)

(He doesn't reach for you. Good thing too, you couldn't step back either.)

"Any place you want to be set down, or. . ." (Isa asks)

"Oh uh, just that root over there." (You gesture with a nod. Isa helps you over and sits you down, leaning your back against the tree. He steps back. He was looking at you, his face was full of, pitty? Great, it was pitty.)

"And, you're absolutely, sure?"

"I'm sure, Isa, okay? I promise." (You keep smiling.) "See you after the day's saved, okay?"

". . . Okay, I-I'll, I'll see you. Later. I'll see you later. After we're back."

"You'll do great! Isa! Big buff guy Isabeau! You'll do great!"

"Yeah!!! It'll go great!!" (Isabeau finally smiled back. As forced as it was.)

(He waved, you smiled back, he walked away. You wait untill he's gone. A beat, two, three, four. . .)

(. . .)

(. . . . . . . .)

". . . . Wow Stardust! You've really caused quite the stir!" (And in an instant that familiar voice filled your ears. You turn your head and sure enough, Loop was there. Oh Loop. Reliable, wonderful, annoying as hell. They didnt have a mouth but those eyes were all they needed to grinn.) "You have Isabeau carting you around like royalty! My, lucky you!"

"Loop. . ." (Your breathing gets heavy.)

"Was it all to get more time with me, Stardust? You know you could have just snuck out~"

"Loop I, I can't-" (Your stomach hurts.)

"What, can't move?!?" (Loop huffed, looking away.) "Come on, Stardust! You went back in time! So what if the King snapped your spine, it's fine now!"

"But, it's not-" (Why didn't they believe you?)

"It's fine!! It has to be fine!!" (Their tone changes, angry, or-) "You changed time!! Whatever you did it doesn't matter now!! It gets, turned, back!!"

"THEN WHY CAN'T I DO ANYTHING?!?" (You yell, you yell and yell. You yell and cry.) "WHY CAN'T I FEEL ANYTHING?!? WHY CAN'T I MOVE?!?! WHY AM I JUST, SO, USELESS?!?!?!"

(Loop doesn't reply. You keep crying, you can't, you can't stop yourself.)

"I can't do anything!! I'm useless!!! A sack of rocks to be hauled around!! I can't do anything by myself, always needing help!!! Do you think I want that?!?"

"I can't move!! I CAN'T MOVE!!!! I can't check for traps!! I can't look for keys!! I can't fight I can't walk I can't eat I can't flip pages of a book I can't do ANYTHING!!!"

"We'll never make it out!!! We're STUCK here!!! AND IT'S ALL MY FAULT!!!"

(You were sobbing, you couldn't stop. You were stuck here. You couldn't move, you couldn't fight, walk, win, live, do anything. You'd never escape, you'd never get out.)

(You're doomed.)

(It's quiet. You don't know for how long it's quiet for. You sob, unable to stop, eye squeezed closed. Loop doesn't say anything. You hear the wind rustle the leaves of the Favor Tree. You feel the sun on your face.)

(You calm down, taking a few deep breaths, one, two, three, four, five, sex, seven. You're okay, you're fine, you're okay now, you're.)

(You're. Over. It.)

". . . . . . Siffrin, I. . ." (Loops voice. You don't open your eye.) ". . . . I'm sorry."

". . . It's fine."

"No! It's not fine!" (They huff.) "If- since it looks like you really are stuck like this, we need, a new plan."

". . ." (You sigh.)

"You won't be getting anywhere by moping Stardust~" (Loop giggles.) "Who knows! This could be some twisted blessing in disguise!"

"Yeah right. . ." (You roll your eye.)

". . . Well? Are you just going to sit there being sorry for yourself?"

"Sorry, let met just stand up and be sorry somewhere else." (You stick your tongue out.)

"Hah! Hahahaha!!" (Loop laughs, and claps their hands together.) "Well now that you're feeling better, how can I help you out on this wonderful new loop, Stardust?"

[witch-hazels-musings]

Hello there, can I have a divination ritual with zhongli including ginseng, lavender, and black tourmaline? Thank you

Ginsing (communication, guidance), Lavender (Comfort, calm), Black Tourmaline (safety, shielding) Zhongli x gn reader | Divination Ritual warning: reader crying (readers mother is deceased (I make a mention of this in the story), Zhongli comforting and very wise (hurt/comfort)

You slid the box onto the shelf, repeating this process until the crate at your feet was empty. You hoped the repetitive actions would stall the emotions threatening to spill from your eyes but it seemed the movement refused to quiet the thoughts in your head.

How stupid are you? Can you not read?

You bit your lip, stalled, and tried to breathe.

I don't want to talk to you anymore! Get out of my sight!

You crouched, slid the empty crate to the side, and grabbed another one but instead of continuing your work, you curled your arms around your bent legs and let your weary head rest against them. Before you knew it, involuntary tears stained your clothes.

Muffled voices slipped in from beneath the storage room door. You swore one of them said your name so you covered your head to hide. Of course, they were talking about you. You messed up by mislabeling the container that held someone's beloved and their requests for the final ceremony. Mistakes like these were worthy of discussions in secluded places of the Funeral Parlor.

Perhaps it was better for you to go home.

---

"Ah, there you are." You turned and saw one of the attendants making their way down the hall. Their hands held out toward the items in yours. "Master Zhongli would like to speak with you."

Fear rose in your eyes. "W-what for?"

"I'm not sure. I was sent to find you." They waved to you to give them the containers in your hand but were already transferring them before you could respond. "I did ask but - It'll be okay. I've never heard him yell at anyone before."

"Wanna bet I'll be the first?"

They chuckled but it was a pittying sound. When they had taken your load, they jutted their head down the hall and sent you off with good tidings.

---

You stood in front of the door, palms sweaty, heart pounding. Your hand hovered over the wood, prepared to knock but not brave enough to follow through.

Taking in a deep breath, you let your knuckles rap against the hardwood.

"You may enter," Zhongli said and you willed yourself to do so.

His office smelled of rich incense, warmth, and spices. The sun spilled through the large circular window dawned in ornamental gold. It made a perfect target for you to stand in while you bowed deeply before his desk.

"You asked for me?"

"I did. Please, have a seat." Zhongli rose from his chair and gestured to a pair of lavish ones near the window, just out of reach of the sun but near enough to take in the view of Liyue Harbor. "I will make us some tea," he said calmly, a gentle smile in his voice.

You hesitated but did as he requested. "Does it matter which one?"

"It does not," he added with a calm nod, his deft hands laboring over small extravagant dishes full of expensive teas. You knew where the cheap ones were held, and these were not those.

Great, he's totally going to let me go, you thought.

Zhongli placed the tea tray on the table. He moved with a grace you'd only seen from performers on stage. This wasn't the first time you'd spoken with him privately, but even if this was a more lively event, you'd still be trembling like a wet cat.

"You are nervous."

"What gave you that impression?" you asked sarcastically and immediately regretted it. "Sorry."

"It's perfectly alright," he said and sat in the chair opposite you. You shifted uncomfortably and stared at the teapot. "I was informed of the situation this morning."

"I can pack my things."

Zhongli's eyes widened but he composed himself. "I fear my reasoning for calling upon you has been misinterpreted."

You peered up at him, confused. "So you're not going to fire me?"

Humor rose in his face and he chuckled in a way that made your sternum rumble. "I am certainly not."

"But I messed up the contract. Pretty badly - though I feel like adding that isn't really smart on my part. Shouldn't you be mad?"

"Would you like me to be?"

"Not to be rude, but can you even get mad?"

"I can," he said, humor laced in his tone. "But I am not today, nor will I be when it comes to these kinds of affairs."

You moved to the edge of your chair and gripped your clothes. "But why not? He was, he really was. And I - well I'm mad at myself," you added and dropped your gaze to your hands. "I made an already painful time even more. I should have double-checked them but I didn't." You could sense the emotions returning to your eyes. The burn and itch in your nose, the heat in your throat. You loathed mistakes.

"Tell me, what reason did you choose to join the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor?" Zhongli asked as he carefully reached for the teapot. You could smell the aroma of perfectly blended herbs. Breathing it in soothed the torrent in your mind.

"I wanted to help people I guess."

"There are many professions with duties as those. What drew you to this one?"

"I um - well It might sound a bit morbid but I think there's beauty in passing. In letting go and celebrating the life of the ones you love. My family is very small. I lost my mother when I was young and never really got the chance to provide something special for her. So, I thought, if I can make those moments worthwhile to others then, well, maybe I can honor her life that way."

Zhongli nodded slowly, a single dip of his head as the fragrant tea filled the cup. He passed it to you, your fingers grazing his. "A worthy conviction. It would bring reason to believe she holds a great deal of pride in your heart."

You pressed your lips together. "She does," you said. You rarely got to talk about her.

"How is the tea?"

"Very good. Thank you," you hummed, grateful for its ability to bring your tears to a standstill.

"As it comes to the contract -"

"I'm really sorry. I don't -"

Zhongli held up his hand, stalling you. "Little can be accomplished without rules or standards. They are set for a reason and hold strongly in legal binding. To abide by a contract is to act within accordance with agreed-upon guidelines." He paused and you waited for the stones to fall. "May I inquire if the fulfillment of the family's wishes came to fruition?"

"They did, but-"

"Then the scales have been corrected. The need for reprimand or reformation has passed. As I am aware you have fulfilled your duties and will continue to press on as a member of the Parlor."

You looked at him, watched as he sipped his tea with poise and pride. "You really aren't disappointed?" It was such a childish thing to ask. A grown adult asking another if they are upset with them but for some reason, you needed to know, needed the reassurance that even though you failed yourself, you hadn't failed him.

"Mistakes are as the tides. They appear only to be washed away. It's what is left behind that defines their impact. This day has brought, in my eyes, a welcome change. For had it not been, we would not be sharing in each other's pleasant company."

You smiled, chuckled with bubbling emotion, and wiped your cheek. "Hah, I guess that's one way to look at it. Though, I don't know I kinda wish you yelled at me instead," you joked. Something you never thought you'd do in front of someone like him.

"Perhaps another time," he replied, an equal tease in his voice. It emboldened you.

"It's a date then."

"I look forward to it," he said and held out his cup, nodding while you fluttered through emotion-filled laughter and mirrored his gesture.

Thaumaturgy Anthology (October 11-13, 2024)

This event is based on spells and rituals. Inspiration does not equal understanding; liberties have been taken. All content is owned by Witch Hazels Musings, theft of these images and stories will result in immediate action.

[hoseokslefteyebrow]

001

Pairing : Miguel O' Hara X Reader

Genre : fluff

Summary : In which you, his best friend, takes care of him when he's sick.

Wordcount: 1.5k lol 

Miguel O'Hara Masterlist

An odd sound leaves Miguel's lips, something between a cough and clearing his throat and he glances at you with the hope you won't notice.

Which you of course do.

You've been his best friend for years. The only person he hasn't lost yet. The only person he allows to be close to him. And the only one in his universe who knows of his identity and occupation. The other spiders know who you are aswell. You don't have any powers as you aren't a spiderman variant, but the other spiders like you a lot. Probably more than they like Miguel. ( You're often their ticket to getting stuff easy through him.)

" Are you okay?"

He glances at you with his usual, brooding expression, before his eyes move back to the screens focused on the multiverse.

" Ju-" 

As he tries to speak his voice sounds extremely hoarse, and so he clears his throat.

" Just fine."

You shake your head.

" No you're not. You sound hoarse. Are you sick?" You ask him.

He doesn't turn to answer.

If you were anyone else, he'd glare at you, maybe even tell you to mind your own business. But he doesn't. Of course he doesn't. 

Miguel's aware he's got at least a bit of a crush on you.

When he doesn't reply, you approach him. He watches in concealed curiousity what you're about to do.

He freezes when you raise the back of your hand to his head. He can't help but lean into your slight touch, turning qinqto absolute putty in your hands.

It's a pitty you retrace your hand all too soon, followed with a surprised expression.

" Miguel, you're heating up! You definitly have a fever.-"

" I'm fine Mi Perla-"

You scoff, cutting him off mid sentence.

" No you're not. You're sick. And you're going to rest, we're not going to argue over that. Layla?!"

Miguel can't stop you as you call out to his assistant.

" No, I have work, you know the multiverse rests on-"

" Y/N, what can I do for you?"

Yes, even his AI seems to like you more than him, something that makes him roll his eyes.

" I know, the multiverse rests on your shoulders. Didn't you build an entire team to help you with it?" You reply, giving him a pointed look before turning to the AI.

" Hi Layla, can you call Jess in please? Tell her Miguel's taking the day off, he's sick." You tell her.

" Will do! Get well soon boss." Layla says, turning to Miguel before dissapearing again.

He opens his mouth to say something, but the words leave his brain the minute you gently grab hold of his hand.

" C'mon. Let's get you to bed."

-

And going to bed he did. After you've personally delivered him to his room and instructed him to get changed into something more comfortable, he finds himself fast asleep the minute he lays down.

When he wakes up again, you're back, seated beside his bed on the floor, leaning your head on the edge of his bed. The tv in his room is on, and he recognises a series you've told him about a few times playing. As soon as he moves, you're moving aswell.

" Hey, how're you feeling? Too hot? Do you need me to refresh the towel?" You ask him hurriedly, moving to get up.

He stops you by placing a hand on your shoulder, taking his time to sit up. The folded cold towel which was laid on his forehead dropping in his lap, his skin still feeling feverish.

" Why are you seated on the floor?" He asks instead, bypassing al your questions.

You blink, before glancing around the room.

" There's no chairs in here." You point out.

" You could've sat on my bed. It's more comfortable." He explains plainly.

You blink again. 

It isn't as if his bed is small. Considering he runs the entire team, his bedroom is the biggest, a nice spacious room, with a spacious bed. 

When you don't reply, he speaks again.

" Come sit down." 

He pats the spot beside him.

" You sure you don't need the space considering you're sick and stuff?" 

He rolls his eyes.

" Sit down before I'll drag you on myself." 

At the well intentioned threat, you finally move, getting up and eventually seating yourself beside him on the bed. 

" You didn't reply to my questions though." You point out, turning to look at him.

He gives you one of his rare smiles.

" Don't worry, I'm alright." 

" Okay. Tell me when you're feeling hungry though, I'll make you soup." You smile at him.

The two of you sit like that for quite a while, Miguel joining you in watching the series.

He feels pampered with the way you care for him, refusing to let him as much as lift a finger.

At some point, he eventually has to go to the toilet. When he comes back, he sits slightly closer to you, his arm touching yours. He feels a flutter in his chest when you lean your head on his shoulder.

Later on, after diner and back to watching tv (stuff he picked out this time, doesn't matter that he falls asleep every so often in between.), the two of you are once again back to comfortable sitting beside one another on his bed. 

" You can lay down if you'd like?" He suggests, noticing you shift every so often in your spot.

" Wouldn't that be a little, I don't know, uncomfortable for you? To share your bed like that?" You ask, tilting your head.

He shakes his head, not even having to think about it.

" You're my best friend. I don't mind."

" Okay, wake me up if I fall asleep though. Or if you need something." You tell him before getting comfortable.

20 minutes pass before you fall asleep, just as you had expected. 

Miguel watches you for a few moments with a small affectionate smile. You looked so peaceful, he couldn't bring himself to wake you. 

His fever has gone down quite a bit, his skin thankfully not feeling feverish anymore thanks to his quicker healing. 

Eventually he decides to turn off the light, climbing back in bed before, also daring to throw an arm around your middle.

-

When he wakes up again, his fever is gone, and so are you.

Although he's a little dissapointed, he does understand you probably left for a fresh set of clothes and everything.

He's also made it clear that he doesn't want you to walk home by yourself at night (you often leave at ungodly hours, or really late. You'vefallen asleep in his office a few times before.) Your apartment is thankfully not too far off from HQ, and he trusts you've asked one of the other spiders to have walked you home.

He's become a little overprotective over you considering you're the last person outside of his business he has.

-

It's midday when he sees you again, having just returned for a mission. You're seated at his desk, swiping at your phone when he walks in.

" Mi Perla." He calls you in greeting.

You look up from your screen, smiling as you spot him and pocketing your phone.

" Miguel, how are you feeling? I take it your fever left?" You approach him.

He hums. You raise your hand to check again, and he subconsciously slightly lowers his head more into your reach.

" That does feel better, glad you're okay." You tell him, retracing your hand.

He takes your hand in his, and the surprise on your face is evident as he raises the back of your hand to his lips.

" Thank you for taking care of me last night, Mi Perla."

002

[ A/N: I actually really enjoyed writing this. Let me know if you'd like to read a pt.2 or send me requests please. I really want to write more about him but my brain is a little blank.]

[ac-19]

Hiii! I just started watching Seal team! Can I request something angsty with Jason x reader, but also the team is involved? Thank you so much💞

I hope you like it babe❤️

Hurt - J. Hayes (Bravo 1)

Summary: things never go the way their planned.

When my phone started ringing at 2:37 a.m. my first thought was it was the hospital calling me in to work, but when I rolled over and saw Ray's name flash across the screen, I knew something was wrong. I quickly picked up the call and sat up.

"Is he still alive?"

"He's alive but it's not good."

The tears welled up in my eyes and I tried to blink them back.

"Thanks for calling me Ray."

"He stills love you, you know. This is classic Jason, pushing everybody away."

"Living in his three foot world right?"

I quickly wiped away the tears that were rolling down my cheeks.

"I'll let you know if they transfer him stateside."

"Thanks Ray."

"Of course. I'll call you when I have more news."

"Yeah. Take care of him please."

I hung up the phone with Ray and I tossed and turned for the next few hours before I had to get up and go to work.

I thought getting that call from Ray was the worst of it but the next few days were going by dreadingly slow. I kept in contact with Ray but there was basically no news yet. They hadn't transferred him yet which means he's not stable enough to fly. Right about now I wished I wasn't an ER nurse and didn't know what all this meant.

A few weeks went by and as much as I wanted to get on a flight to Germany once Jason was transferred there I couldn't just abandon my life for someone who broke up with me. Ray kept me updated for the most part but I asked him to stop since it just hurt me even more and I needed to move on.

"Auntie (Y/N) why are you picking me up from school early?"

I snapped out of my thoughts and smiled as I looked down at Jameelah as we walked out of her school.

"I've got a surprise for you."

Naima had texted me earlier and asked if I could pick up Jameelah from school and bring her to base since Ray was flying in today from his four month deployment and she was stuck in emergency surgery. I smiled when I saw Jameelah's eyes light up as I pulled into the base.

"Daddy's coming home?"

I smiled.

"Surprise."

"This is the best surprise auntie (Y/N)."

I smiled as I got through base security and loaded Jameelah out of the car and we headed towards the tarmac where the plane was gonna land.

"Are you and Uncle Jason gonna get back together?"

I chuckled as I looked down at this little girl I've considered my niece for the last few years.

"Who told you me and Uncle Jason aren't together anymore?"

"I overheard mommy and daddy on the phone."

I nodded.

"You know sometimes relationships can be complicated, and you're Uncle Jason has a hard head. But you don't have to worry about it, no matter what I'm still gonna be your Auntie."

She nodded as the plane landed on the tarmac and I smiled at the excitement on the little girl's face.

I knew the drill as the last few years, I've welcomed Jason home for a handful of deployments, but being here today felt bittersweet, especially since I knew Jason wouldn't be walking off that plane with the rest of the team.

"Daddy!"

Jameelah let go of my hand and I snapped out of my thoughts as I looked up and saw the guys walking off the plane and heading towards there respective families.

"Hey you."

I smiled as I looked over at Stella.

"Hey."

"Didn't think I'd see you here."

"Naima stuck in surgery, I dropped Jameelah off so she could see Ray."

Stella nodded as Clay walked over to us. He kissed Stella and he gave me a small smile as he gave me a hug.

"Hey."

"Hi."

"He's.."

I shook my head as we pulled away from each other.

"He's not mine anymore so I don't need any updates really, they just hurt me."

Clay nodded.

"You should talk to him."

"He wouldn't take my call even if I tried, anyways enough of this pitty party. Go be together after four months apart."

Stella chuckled.

"I'll see you this weekend."

I smiled.

"Wouldn't miss it."

Stella smiled as I chuckled as I almost got knocked off my feet as Jameelah ran up to me and hugged my waist.

"This was the best surprise ever."

I smiled as Ray walked over to us.

"Naima's stuck in surgery."

"Yeah she texted."

I nodded.

"I've got Jameelah school stuff in my car. Let me just grab it for you."

I turned around and took one step towards my car.

"He's here."

I stopped in my tracks and swallowed the lump in my throat as I turned around to face Ray only to lock eyes with Jason who was getting off the plane. I swallowed the lump in my throat as I looked back over at Ray.

"Yeah, hum, Jameelah's stuff right."

I walked over to my car and grabbed Jameelah's stuff and handed it to Ray who nodded.

"You should talk to him."

I shook my head.

"I've got to go."

I didn't bother taking another look at Jason and just ducked into my car. I wanted to get out of there as quickly as possible.

I drove around aimlessly for a while before I headed to my house only to find Jason's truck parked across the street. I sighed as I pulled into the driveway and got out of my car. I was expecting Jason to get out of his truck but nothing so I just shruggred and walked up to my front door.

"Jason."

I dropped my keys on the ground as I ran over to Jason who was slumped down on the ground by my front door. First thing I checked was his pulse; he still had one. I leaned my face down to check his breathing and nodded; he was breathing.

I quickly pulled my cellphone out of my back pocket and dialed 911 as I pulled him flat on his back on my front porch and started checking him for injuries.

"911 what's your emergency?"

"11 maple avenue. Send paramedics. 48 year old male. Fainted. No prior history. Still assessing for injuries."

"You a doctor?"

"An ER nurse. Is the ambulance on its way?"

"Yes, they're in route."

"Thanks."

I hung up the phone and ripped open Jason shirt to find his chest black and blue. Holy shit, what happened over there?

I felt around for any tenderness as I started to hear sirens. One part of hid abdomen felt tender which could indicate internal bleeding. The ambulance pulled up in front of my house and I pushed myself up and met the paramedics in the driveway.

"What do we got?"

"48 year old male. Possible internal bleeding. I'm not sure how long he's been out, I wasn't home."

"You a medic?"

"ER nurse."

The guy nodded as he put his med kit down on the ground by Jason's head.

"You know his name?"

I nodded.

"Uh yeah, Jason Hayes."

"Any relations?"

I nodded.

"He's my ex-boyfriend."

"Gotcha. Anything you can tell me about all this?"

She pointed to his chest and I shook my head while she nodded.

"Okay, let's get him to the hospital. You coming with?"

I nodded as I followed the medics to the ambulance and climbed in the back with the women as the man climbed into the front and took off.

"Anybody else you need to call? His family?"

"I'd rather wait until I know what I'm dealing with before I call his kids."

She nodded as the monitor started beeping and I quickly looked over.

"Shit. I'll get the bag you do chest compressions?"

I nodded as I started doing chest compressions on Jason and swallowed the lump in my throat.

"What's our ETA?"

"Minute out."

The ambulance came to a stop a minute later and I checked for a pulse and sighed, nothing.

"Come on Jase, not like this."

"Hop on."

I jumped onto the stretcher and continued my chest compressions as the paramedics rushed us into the hospital.

"(Y/N)?"

"48 year old male, fainted, possible internal bleeding, cardiac arrest down for two minutes."

"Alright on my count."

I jumped down and another nurse took over chest compressions as Dr. Phillips pulled me out of the room.

"Whats going on here?"

"It's Jason."

"Jesus. You can't be here."

"I can't sit around and watch him die. Plus we broke up four months ago so technically were not together anymore so you can't tell me no."

"Go get changed and meet me in the OR."

I nodded as I rushed to the locker room and changed into a pair of scrubs.

Once I was changed I jogged up the stairs to the OR floor where I was met face to face with Naima.

"If you're here, where's Jameelah?"

"With Ray. Shit can you call Ray?"

"Slow down, what's going on?"

"It's Jason. I'm rushing into emergency surgery."

"Is he okay?"

I shook my head.

"I found him passed out on my front porch. He coded in the ambulance. We're not sure what's going on."

"Are you okay to go in?"

"I'm good."

She nodded.

"I'll call Ray."

I nodded and rushed inside and scrubbed in on the surgery.

"We got him back."

I nodded as I got gloved up.

"Tell me where you want me Dr. Phillips."

"On my right, as my main scrub nurse as usual."

I nodded. It was a long surgery, but Jason was stable when he came out the other side of it.

"Can we talk?"

I looked up at Dr. Philips and nodded as I walked out of Jason's room.

"You two really broken up?"

I nodded.

"You know technically I can't share his medical history with you right? You're not family."

I nodded.

"I understand. I already called Emma and she'll be on the first flight over."

He nodded.

"Are you staying?"

"For a bit yeah."

He nodded.

"Page me if there's anything."

I nodded.

"(Y/N)?"

I turned around to look at the other nurse who approached us.

"There's a Ray Perry looking for you. He's in the waiting room."

I nodded and headed downstairs to the waiting room and met up with Ray.

"Is he okay?"

"He's out of surgery and he's stable. What the hell happened out there Ray?"

Ray motioned for me to sit and I took a seat beside him.

"He left against medical advice from the hospital in Germany. They wanted to keep him another week at least for observation."

"Of course he did."

"You know Jason. He's stubborn. I tried to talk him out of it."

I nodded.

"Do you know what he was coming to my place for?"

"Your place?"

I nodded.

"I found him passed out of my front porch."

Ray shrugged.

"I'm not sure."

I nodded.

"I better get back upstairs but can you let the rest of the team know?"

Ray nodded.

"Visiting hours start in about an hour so you guys will be able to see him once he's moved from recovery."

Ray nodded.

"How are you?"

"I'm good Ray."

I headed upstairs and sat with Jason for a while before the guys flooded in and I headed to the vending machine to get something to eat.

I didn't even notice the tears running down my cheeks until Clay put his hand down on my shoulder.

"He's gonna get through this."

I nodded as Clay pulled me into a hug and I clung to him as the tears continued falling down my cheeks.

"We're here anything you need."

A few days later.....

It had been a few days since Jason surgery and he had been sedated in a medically induced coma in order for his body to heal. Today was the day they were going to wake him up. The guys were spun up and couldn't be here so I had spent my whole day off sitting by his bed because no matter what happened between us I wasn't going to let Jason wake up alone.

"You're still here."

I nodded as I looked over at Naima who was standing in the doorway of Jason's room.

"I hate to see patients wake up alone. Emma had to go back to her classes and the guys are away. I just want him to have someone you know."

Naima nodded.

"When he wakes up tell me how much of a jackass he is."

I chuckled.

"Oh don't worry I will."

She nodded as she backed away and walked off. I had caught up to most of my charting while I was here and ate way too much bad hospital food for a lifetime.

I must of eventually fallen asleep because I woke up to someone squeezing my hand. It took me a second but my eyes shot open as I realized it must be Jason.

"Oh my god you're awake. How are you feeling? Let me go get the doctor."

"I love you."

That stopped me dead in my tracks.

"I love you and I was so stupid to break up with you before deployment."

I nodded as I swallowed the lump in my throat.

"You're a jackass you know that?"

Jason chuckled which just turned into a coughing fit and I rushed to get him some water.

"Ive been called worst."

I smiled as I sat on the edge of his bed.

"You know you didn't have to land yourself in the hospital to see me. You could of called."

"I wanted to make a lasting impression."

I nodded as I felt the tears well up in my eyes.

"Hey, hey, hey, I'm okay."

Jason reached up and wiped the tears that were flowing down my cheeks.

"I thought I lost you. You died Jase, for three minutes you're heart stopped beating and I had to do chest compressions and get you back."

"I'm not going anywhere."

I leaned forward and planted my lips on his. No matter what happened before today it really didn't matter in this moment, all I cared was that he was alive. We could figure the rest out later.

[leeknow-thoughts]

WANT SO BAD - CHAPTER TWO

WARNINGS : mentions of blood/light gore, weed, dirty jokes (hello I'm me)

A/N : hai guys here's a little treat before I lock the fuck in for exams (and die in the process :(( ) ALSO would you guys like a m.list for this series ?? / gen !! I'm happy to make one if you guys would like it !!

That was how it started. And it certainly wasn't going to end soon. Not with those two boys.

"Jisungie is in premed," Oh shit, Minho was talking to you.

"You gashed your knee pretty badly," the man examining you mumbles, "oh shit, you may need stitches."

Jisung is flipping through pages of his textbook, something about sutures. "So why were you going to the doctor?" Minho pipes up.

"N-needed a checkup?"

"Without an umbrella?"

"Never said I was smart."

"That's where I recognize you from!" Jisung pipes up, "you're in my Anatomy and Physiology class!"

"Way to go, Nancy Drew. What is this the case of the missing clock?" Minho's voice drips with sarcasm.

Jisung swats at Minho, who is currently sitting beside you on his bed. "No, she's so smart!" Jisung mumbles, "hyung, she carried our group in the project we had."

"I'm sure she did, Sungie."

"I try, believe me."

"This'll probably sting," Jisung mumbles to you.

Sting was an understatement, it felt like fire was being set to your skin. "Tell me if you need a break," Jisung gives you a look of pitty.

Minho's warm hand moves over to rest on top of yours comfortably. "Sungie once had to stitch up my thigh after a practice in the rain. Oh, it was aweful.," Minho hums, "my baby did a good job, though. And the scar is pretty kick-ass if I say so myself."

'My baby'? Were they-? You hadn't even fully registered the chemistry between the men as anything other than platonic. That was- until now. "So you two are-?" you get cut off by a yelp that comes from deep within you.

"We don't even know what we are," Minho scoffs, "isn't that right, jagi?"

"What Minho said," Jisung hums, his brows furrow in concentration, "we've been inseparable since freshman orientation, we don't know what we are but we're something."

"So you two? F-fuck?" you question, and almost regret it, due to how uncouth it makes you sound.

"Mhm," Jisung nods, his leg bounces as he stares at the wound that he's sewing up, "every Tuesday night!" he cracks.

Minho chuckles and his ears glow red with embarrassment.

When you wince from the pain, Minho is pushing your hair behind your ear and whispering to you, "you're doing great, don't look at it, it'll only make it worse, jagi."

Your eyes swell with tears as you try to hold in your whines and whimpers of pain. "Ji, I think she needs a break," Minho interrupts.

"I'm fine," you mumble through gritted teeth.

"She said she's okay, hyung."

"Ji, I said she needs a break," Minho's tone is firm.

It's like he can read your mind. Like he knows it was becoming too much for you to handle. "There, there," Minho consoles you.

He wipes away your tears and his hand rubs the small of your back, "you're doing so well, don't worry."

"I just have two more stitches left, don't worry, then you're all done," Jisung smiles up at you.

"O-Okay, I'm ready," you let out a shaky breath. It takes a moment before you feel the sharp sting of the needle puncturing your skin again. But it still hurts just as bad as before.

"Ah!" you cry, only for a moment.

"One... Two..." Jisung counts the stutches and finishes up the last suture, " there you go all done," he smiles as he ties the stitch.

"Good job," Minho praises you, "you took it so well."

His words go straight to your stomach. They erupt into butterflies. The words turn you inside out and then outside in, within a matter of seconds. "You definitely took it better than Minho-hyung when I was stitching him up," Jisung chides the other boy.

"Just take a ibuprofen as needed for the next few weeks, I'll help take the stitches out in a few weeks," Jisung instructs, "rest for a few days, and I don't recomme-"

The lights in the room flicker momentarily before they shut off completely. The only sound that can be heard us the rain slamming against the window and the three of you's hitched breaths. "Well that's fucking great!" Minho sighs.

"We may as well bunker down, Min, besides we are on a severe thunderstorm warning," Jisung looks to the older boy.

"Shit, we may as well get cozy."

That's how you ended up laying on Jisung's bed, your leg propped up, and Minho's pajamas thrown on. You pulled out your phone and pulled up your roommate, Felix's, contact.

y/n is typing ...

hey just fyi I'm not dead, stuck in this dorm with these two hot guys...

NBA YoungBoK is typing...

lucky bitch... smh who are they?

y/n is typing ...

Minho and Jisung? Minho's on the lacrosse team!

NBA YongBok is typing ...

DIVA YOU DID WHAT !?!?!?!?? THE MINHO AND JISUNG ??!?!?

y/n is typing ...

Lix are these your little parasocial classmates that you make up fanfics about?

NBA YoungBok is typing ...

... maybe??? besides they're FITTTTT lmk how it goes!! use protection diva!!

You turn your phone down and stare up at the popcorn ceiling above.

"You know," Jisung starts but is cut off by Minho grumbling, "Ya! Hyung, why are you groaning!"

"Because I know that whenever you start a sentence with 'You know' you're gonna say something really stupid."

"Nuh uh!" Jisung pouts, "regardless, I was gonna say, we should light a joint!"

You can't help but perk up when he says that. You aren't an addict by any means, but you enjoy an occasional blunt. "I think she likes that idea, Sungie," Minho teases you.

Your face hears up at his teasing, "You wanna?" Jisung looks at you expectingly.

You nod eagerly, and watch as he stands up and reaches underneath his bed. He pulls out a box and a lighter.

[nerd-space]

Professor x college student with Johnny Cage and a dash of CNC?

MROW YES I LOVE THIS TROPE!!

TW// CNC, choking, slight degradation, mean!johnny- you don't need to squint. inappropriate relationship, creepy.. behavior? i wouldn't consider it yandere but its damn close lol

- You've only been going to Johnny's course for.. 3 maybe 4 weeks.. you can't shake this feeling that he's always watching you in class but can you complain? He's the hottest professor on campus. Johnny holds you back in class one day to "talk about your last grade" you worry you did something wrong and need tutoring but when Johnny gets uncomfortably close and says just how good you did you get flustered at his tone and closeness- feeling wrong for being so fucking horny for him

- he gets closer and you realize you're suddenly pushed up against his desk as you look at him with wide eyes.. playing into the innocent act as if you have no clue what's about to happen.. this only happens in fanfics... right? his large arms trap you on either side of his desk as he leans down, his sharp jaw ticking at your fake act and thin metal glasses sliding down his nose bridge as they fog up at the close contact of your faces.

- he furrows his brows with faux sympathy and pitty for you. "Aww.. Poor girl.. you seem so nervous around me.. why is that hm?" he questions you with a smug, evil, knowing grin as you grow flustered more and more- your body heating as you squirm under his gaze, making up some half-assed excuse "..just.. a new class.. nervous about doing.. well.." his hand quickly cups under your short skirt you had work to grab his attention in the first place- noticing you only had cheap easy lace underwear on as if you anticipated this to happen, which flips a violent switch in Johnny's brain.

- he quickly flips you onto your stomach so your pressed uncomfortably against his cold desk, flipping your skirt up and giving you little to no room to really retaliate. despite your weak pleas of "n-no! wait! the door isnt locked!" he keeps his movements going as he tears the underwear in half and yanks them off, quickly stopping to breathe in your ear "If you really wanted me to stop why'd you wear these to class huh?" he growls into your skin as you moan and laugh a little- realizing he caught your little act.

-He forcefully shoves two fingers into your mouth to wet them, making you gag as he pulls them back to coat his own cock with your spit, only to realize you're already soaked from him manhandling you, he grins darkly at the fact and teasingly slides his tip through your wetness just to get you riled up for "being such a fucking slut" in his classroom. he pushes in and rubs your back to ease himself in, your slightly pained gasps simply making him throb.

- he's slow, painfully slow. and deep. he wants you to feel everything he gives you, he grips your hips and ass so hard it'll hurt to sit down later. he grumbles in your ear about how easily you two could be caught.. despite knowing he locked the door before hand.. he liked scaring you. you're shaking against his table, your legs so close to giving out as you plea for him to go quicker and that your worried about if people hear you two he covers your mouth with a large palm and thrusts hard and rough but still slow, emphasizing his next statement with harsh snaps of his hips againsg your ass. "I.don't. fucking. care. you're gonna be good for me.. and take what i'm giving you"

- your moans and cries are muffled by his thick palm as he fucks you into sheer stupidity as he blabs out of pleasure into your skin and ear "Fuck!- oh fuck yeah.. mhmmm.. such a dirty whore.. giving it up so easily to your fucking professor? ohoh i should give you a failing grade for that.." you cry and whimper into his hand, muffled "no! please! im sorry!" he laughs and moans roughly as he gets unbelievably close from your silly cries, be reassures you he won't just to make you feel better "It's okay, pretty girl.. i'm just being mean.. you'll get an A for this.. don't you worry"

- He's fucking you so quick and rough you think you might pass out- the pressure of your stomach pressing into the table making you almost cum from his cock pistoning into your sweet spot. you're both shaking and his moans are now whimpers along with your own. He reaches to fiddle with your clit, causing your legs to give out as he holds you up barely as he cums with you, you both now lay in a heap over his desk- breathing heavily as his cum drips down your thigh

i enjoyed this too much thank you for sending that! lol

[kitashousewife]

this is the first little drabble of be writing about things my ex said and how im healing from them! i'll make sure to label everything appropriately. and i just want to say: please don't think i'm looking for pitty! i have healed from a lot of things, these are just my way to help the healing process.

warnings: some angst, mentions of poor treatment and neglect from an ex

-

tsukishima laughs out loud from your shared bathroom at an off comment you made. the two of you are talking about the family dinner you just went to. you comment again on something his cousin said, and he snickers once more.

"you're funny, y'know that?" the toothbrush hangs from his lips as he smirks at you from the doorway.

you smile, looking down at the comforter that covers your lap. you huff, but your boyfriend's not entirely convinced.

tsukishima's always found you funny. the day you met, you made him choke on his water from something you said under your breath. and now, seven months later, he's still laughing. while it's nice and you definitely appreciate the validation, it's a little foreign.

"i'm not that funny," you mumble, picking your nails in hopes of changing the subject. tsukishima flicks off the bathroom light and heads to join you in bed.

"well if it means anything, i think you are," he sighs as he gets comfortable at your side, placing his glasses on his nightstand. you snuggle into his side, hoping the conversation can fade into the darkness of the room. "has someone told you otherwise?"

many times, yes. muttered into your ear at a dinner, said in the privacy of the car, sent through text after you sent something you found funny.

"maybe once or twice," you pick at the thread of the comforter over your boyfriend's chest. even though it's dark, you can feel him roll his eyes.

"his opinion doesn't matter."

you laugh, finally. "how did you know who i was talking to?"

"he is the only person in the world who doesn't find you funny. remember tonight at dinner? akiteru snorted," he pokes your side. "i mean it though. i think you're hilarious."

you nuzzle into his chest, feeling much more comfortable.

"i love you, kei."

he chuckles and kisses the top of your head.

"what, was that funny too?"

tsukishima is glad that you can't see his toothy grin. he pokes your side and pulls you closer.

"it was in fact. now go to sleep, i need your charm for tomorrow when i take you to my work dinner.

[oniraki]

Broken into fractures

Pairing : Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader

TW : Mental health, Psych ward, mentions of : self harm, suicide wishes/attempts , severe trauma (both Simon and reader), dark themes , angst, hurt/comfort , swearing , nicotine and psychiatric medication/sedation use - maybe too much tagging but it's better safe than sorry I guess?

AN : inspired by all the fantastic artists and writers here I gathered the courage to try and write something up myself. Hope I don't mess shit up .. please have patience with me for I really don't know what I am doing right now (and English is not my first language..)

"you're in time out Mr.Riley.." his psychiatrist says in a hushed tone, making Simon's head throb painfully. He does not like that bawbag of a man with his silly round glasses and his pathetic attempts to comb his hair in a way, that would hide his growing baldness. Simon tries to focus on Doc.Hershal's words but instead his eyes are glued to a coffee stain on the man's button down.

"Mr.Riley do you even pay attention?" A grunt is the only response that so called doctor gets out of him. The man sighs. "You hurt another patient, Mr.Riley.." he tries again and Simon chuckles hoarsely. "I'm well aware of that. He had it coming for some time .." - "You broke his nose." The doctor states more urgently, observing Simon's features as far as possible, since half of his face is hidden behind a black scarf.

"Fucking hell..should've broken his neck instead." Dr.Hershal shakes his head. "We have talked about this plenty of times, didn't we, Mr.Riley? This is no healthy way of coping with your feelings. This is unacceptable behavior above all of it. Every patient has a right to be here, to heal and to be safe while doing so"

Simon could feel his blood boil, hear it rushing through his whole body. Safety? He was talking about safety after all, that happened earlier that day? "Where was her right of safety when that fucker had his hands all over her...?!" The psychiatrist nods "I have heard about the incident. But that does not justify your aggressive behavior. That was something to be dealt with by the hospitals staff, Mr.Riley."

Incident. The nurses should've handled this. "And still nobody showed up fast enough to put her out of her misery, for fucks sake!"

His heart was beating way too fast, his bruised hands shaking in his lap. Knuckles cut open from that other man's broken teeth. He felt no shame, no regret. He'd do it all over again. Do anything to keep you safe, to protect you from harm. Even if it ment that he had to be locked up here longer than he had anticipated.

He'd do it for you.

Anything..

_______

The light was nearly blinding you as you crossed the threshold of the door, leading to the cage on the hospitals rooftop. You've never been entitled to garden privileges, going out alone and wandering around the paths between old trees and decorative bushes. You couldn't be trusted, the nurses always explained with that sorry, kinda pittying smile on their faces. You'd be a danger to yourself, they'd argue. Couldn't risk you hurting yourself, fulfilling your death wish..

The cage was just a sorry excuse of a garden. An area with fake grass and plants, some benches, secured by a Chain-link fence.. but it was your only escape from the sterile and sad gray walls of the ward, crushing you between them until you couldn't breathe. Closing you in, never letting you go. The flickering of the neon lights, the squeaking of the linoleum floor. Cold,blood sucking fingers that had a hold of you. Everything designed to torture and torment you furthermore.

The only way for you to leave that place was in a body bag. That much you were sure of.

"Hey scare-bear.." you whispered as you let yourself slump down on the fake grass next to Simon. He didn't even flinch or look at you at your sudden intrusion of his space. Not even when your head was leaning against his biceps. No words or sounds left his lips as he fetched a cigarette out of the box, lighting it up on the one he was smoking and then offering it to you. You stayed in comfortable silence for a smoke or two. Simon could feel the tension leaving his body, how his shoulders relaxed more and more with every passing minute. You were here. With him. Not in the observation room with that big window, directly connected to the nurses office. Not sedated and fixated. Not alone.. never alone, as long as he could impede it.

You sneaked your arm around his, your hand engulfing his with featherlight touches. The nurses patched him up properly after his emergency session with Hershal.

"'m sorry, love." You could feel the vibration of Simon's voice. Calming and soothing as a lullaby. He still didn't look at you, instead he kept his gaze on the sundown, throwing another cigarette butt off of the roof. "nothing to be sorry for, Si. It's my fault they relieved you of all of your privileges.." you murmured kinda dejected, petting his hand ever so lovingly.

Simon huffed, shaking his head eagerly, nearly making his hood fall down. "I'd trade every fucking, meaningless privelege if that's what it takes to keep you safe. Stop acting like it was your fault. You didn't ask him to touch you.. should've killed that bastard the second he tried to get close to you the first time."

Your movements stilled for a long moment until you released a breath you didn't know you were holding.

"they all told you to stay away from me, didn't they...?" Your voice was merely anything above a whisper. Simon only grunted in response. "As if that's ever going to happen. Nothing can stop me from being near you, little gremlin."

"but what, if they're right, scare-bear?" You ask, now avoiding his gaze that lingers on your face. "What if.. I'm no good for you? Making your condition worse..?" You thought intensely about it for the last couple of weeks. Simon used to make progress, used to get better.. at least until you came along. Certainly it hast to be your fault. "Is that what they believe or what you believe?" He snapped at you, hating himself for the harshness in his voice immediately.

You heard the night nurses whisper about you and Simon. About you being a liability to him. Stopping his progress, pulling him down into your dark abyss.

Your mind began spiraling again.

"I need words, love. Talk to me.. don't shut me out. Not again.." he demanded softly, freeing his arm out of your grasp. He'd leave you, right ? Because he realized how much of a burden you were.

But instead of getting up and leaving he placed his arm around your shoulders, pulling you into him gently, as if he might break you.

But by now your thoughts and emotions were cutting too deep, pulling you into a kind of headspace where'd you go nonverbal ..

Burden. Threat. Liability. Rotten heart and soul inside a useless, broken body. Not good enough. Not loveable.

Why can't you finally die?

" 'm here, lovie. I got you." He whispered into the crown of your head. "It's okay not to be okay right now. We'll get through it, together."

Oh how you just wanted to believe him..

[mehiwilldoitlater]

"Ah, there you are! I thought I would never find you!"

The mech stared at you for a brief moment, then scufted a little and kept up with his painting session.

"Did not Ratchet tell you to stop coming into my quarter?"

"Nope! He told me specifically to come every now and then to remind you about your lack of social activity!"

"He's the one who's talking here..."

Despite his attempt to get rid of your presence, Sunstreaker never actually succeeded in it. In some way, he started to think that you enjoyed pestering him—maybe a small revenge from the doctor.

He kept ignoring your presence until he understood where you were putting your organic hands.

"Please stop touching my painting."

"I'm not going to ruin them. You're good at it, you know! Like really good!"

"Pff, like a human, you could even get what I do with that."

"Wanna bet?"

He met his annoyed glare with your challenger one. He didn't need to bet; he knew that a sophisticated mind like his was superior to a simple one like yours! He didn't even want to partake in that silly thing; maybe ignoring you would finally do the trick. He kept it up even after you started to analyze one of the bunches—a composition of lines of different colors—and put it into a strange wave.

"Okay, this one is...chaos, I get it."

"Woooow, Sherlock, nice guess..."

"But I see some order in it. With the color. If it were made with a bunch of colors, I would have stopped at chaos, but I can see that there's a pattern here. You used different shades of red, right? They don't follow some logic themselves, so they can be mistakenly confused with the same shade, but the white and black help to see the differences."

He stopped drawing but refused to watch you, only opting to try to process your rumbling.

"The black line and the white ones don't follow a real one; they look like doodles, but the red ones follow a wave, like an actual movement. There's this blueish tones here and there; they look like...OOOH OHOHOH, it's your brother!"

He finally looked at you, shocked. 

"It-it's...no, it's-"

"Of course it is! Sideswipe behavior always looks quite caustic on its own, but you sense the logic in it! You found an order! And on the red line are his own unique traits? His personality??? Awww, that's so sweet! You must care so much for him!"

He couldn't process the right words; he didn't have any! Which was a surprise; he always had bad remarks, something pitty to say, and now there you were, waltzing around and just leaving him out of words.

You finally decided to leave the painting alone, facing the machine, now in pure confusion.

"Well, as always, I must remind you about Rtachet, Yada Yada Yada, and OH, tomorrow me and Bluestreak are going out; if you want, just call! You know where he sleeps, all right?"

And so you left, like nothing happened. You left him alone in his own thoughts, and he grabbed his brush so harshly that he must have left the sign. He started to torture the canvas on which he was currently working.

"Stupid human, stupid artistic sensibility, stupid psychoanalysis session!"

He stopped passing the brush and started to use it as a knife.

"You can't just come here and be this nice! I don't want you to be nice with me; I don't want you around at all."

He changed colors several times in a row.

"Who needs a human that is this nice and kind?! Who needs a stupid, fleshy person who just cares so much for me?! I don't need you to care for me! They even act like I like them!"

He kept pressing the brush.

"Like they can just come and hang around with everyone! If they like everyone, then why bother with me?! I can't stand it! I-...."

Despite the mess of colors, it was nice. A good view. They looked like flowers—so many colorful flowers. The colors were bright—not too hard, but bright. He held the canvas, realizing that he painted it thinking of you.

And in the center, a bright yellow one stood among the others, screaming, Pick me.

"FRAG IT!"

He threw away the canvas, trying to convince himself that that thing was just his imagination and that there was nothing but a bunch of colors and curves.

And, while conversing with himself, he glanced at the small communication device, thinking about your small trip with Bluestreak tomorrow.

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