#and i asked my supervisor if that was allowed and she said no it’s not especially w that associate because

[stupidlittleangel]

hhhhAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH

don’t tAKE ADVANTAGE OF ME BECAUSE IM A NEW MANAGER FUCK

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— text me, texas ⁀➷

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joel miller worries that the girl he’s been seeing is holding out on him on purpose. she definitely isn’t.

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♡ | joel miller | 1.5k | ❛ text me texas - chris young ❜

warnings: pre!outbreak joel miller. outdoor oral (m!receiving). praise. fond nicknames being used. deep throating. age gap. mdni.

❝ it’s breaking my heart and i’m starting to get the message… c’mon and text me, texas ❞

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JOEL MILLER COULDN’T KEEP HIS EYES OFF OF HIS PHONE.

　Whether he was working, or making breakfast for Sarah, his flip phone was always in his peripheral vision. He didn’t even know if it was intentional anymore.

　It’d been a week since he heard from you. A week since the two of you had gone on a nearly disastrous date. A week since he’d gotten a text from you reading, “Talk 2 U L8er, cowboy”

　Texas and Cowboy. You were the one who started the nicknames, jokingly calling him cowboy when he’d come into the ER for some stitches he’d earned during work. Joel knew he shouldn’t be hitting on the resident more than a decade younger than him patching him up, but he loved the way the corners of your eyes crinkled as he cracked a ludic joke, and the way the tip of your tongue peeked out of the corner of your mouth as you honed in on your work.

　This lead to him asking for your number as you discharged him, and you saying yes for a reason Joel couldn’t figure out. Of course, your residency schedule wouldn’t allow for a date right away, something that wouldn’t happen for another two weeks after your fateful meeting, but it did allow for an abundance of phone calls between the two of you.

　Something that had become so routine for Joel that, with their current absence, had caused him a week of fitful, sleepless nights. Missing his texas that wasn’t really from Texas.

　Even now, as he and Tommy shot the shit sitting on the back of Joel’s shoddy wooden porch, beers in hand and cicadas buzzing a backtrack for their conversation, he couldn’t help but steal glances at the folded black device sitting on the table between them.

　“Maybe she’d finally come to her senses,” Tommy suggested with a shit-eating grin as he took a sip from the glass bottle in his hands. “Realized she could do better than a dirty ol’ contractor.”

　“Don’t talk as if your shit don’t stink,” Joel replied gruffly, calloused hands picking at the peeling label of his beer. “You’re in the exact same boat as i am. How is Ashley, by the way?”

　“Fuckin’ a lawyer,” Tommy replied with a roll of his eyes, a much more forceful sip being taken now. “Hey, maybe that’s why she hasn’t called you. She’s fuckin’ her doctor-supervisor whatever it’s called.”

　“Or maybe she’s been too busy patchin’ up dumbasses like yourself.”

　Your voice cut through the summer air, stunning the two men as they turned around to look at you. You leant against the sliding glass door, tank top wrinkled from being in your locker all day and jean shorts hanging low around your hips. Your hair was wild from being thrown up all day, shining in the setting sun as a six pack hung loosely in your hand.

　“Texas,” Joel said weakly, stunned to see you there.

　“Cowboy, Ranger,” You greeted respectively, smiling as you moved to stand in front of the two as you put the pack on the table. “Glad to know you two still think about me when i’m not around.”

　“I’ll take that as my cue to leave,” Tommy mumbled, face ruddy from being caught shit-talking. He placed his empty bottle on the table, fishing out a new one from the pack you brought. “I’ll be drinking this one at home, Doc. Thank ya.”

　You gave him a two-fingered salute as he stalked off, taking his chair and popping the cap off your beer. Joel’s mouth hung agape before he snapped to his senses, hand running over his stubbly jaw.

　“Tommy, y’know, he was just bullshittin’,” Joel mumbled, eyes trained on you, looking for any sort of indication that you were pissed. “Y’know I don’t think you’d do something like that.”

　You laughed heartily, which put Joel somewhat at ease. He melted into his chair just a bit, taking a quick swig.

　“I know, cowboy,” You teased the nickname. Your shorts rode up a bit as you shifted, and Joel fought himself not to stare. “My attending’s been up my ass this week, sticking me in the ER til i ran out of ice packs and stitchin’ thread. That’s why i’ve been so M.I.A.”

　Joel ignored your addressing of your silence, instead quirking his lips up into a teasing grin. “Meet any patients as charming as i was?”

　“Nope,” You replied, taking a swig of your own. “No one can beat the one and only Joel Miller.”

　Joel angled his body more towards yours, “Is that why you took it out of your busy schedule to come see me?”

　“Actually,” You said, wrist twirling as you stretched your soreness, “I have tomorrow off, so i thought i’d pay my dear cowboy a visit, seeing as i left him in radio silence for the past week.”

　“Yeah, darlin’, you can’t do that to an ol’ man like me,” Joel sighed, tracing the wood of his chair. He was never good at being vulnerable. “Made me think you were off, i dunno…”

　You picked up where he trailed off. “Fucking my doctor-supervisor whatever?”

　Joel shook his head, crows feet prominent as he squinted. “No, just that maybe… there was someone else.”

　“If you ever can’t call,” He continued, “You can always text me. Even though i don’t know how to text back, you can always… text me, texas.”

　“Well maybe I can make it up to you…”

　A sly smile danced on your lips as you sank from your chair and onto the balmy wood of the porch, crawling between Joel’s already spread legs. Your fingers traced the pattern on his bet buckle, doe eyes moving to stare up at him. “Sarah’s sleeping over at a friend’s house, right?”

　“Yes,” Joel’s voice came out as a broken sigh. His fingers came up to trace your jawline, rough pads leaving tingles on your smooth skin. “Y’know you don’t have to make it up to me, texas.”

　Your head cocked. “But i want to.”

　Those four simple words made Joel practically fall apart at the seams.

　You felt him relax into his chair, which you took as a signal to continue. You delicately palmed him through his tightening jeans, a groan of satisfaction leaving his lips as you did so. More confident in your actions now that you knew he was enjoying himself, you unbuckled his belt and jeans, pressing kisses to his clothed member.

　Joel’s fingers danced through your hair, pulling it into a makeshift ponytail as you pulled down his boxers, cock springing up against his dark tee to meet the gentle summer breeze. You spit into your hand, stroking him before smoothly taking him into your mouth.

　Joel could stare at you all day, Texas sunset painting your skin with warm hues, your cheeks hallowed as you took him the best you could, hand stroking what you couldn’t. It took everything in him not to bust the moment you got on your knees in front of him.

　“That’s it, darlin’,” He cooed, thumb absentmindedly stroking your cheek as you took him deeper, throat bobbing against him as you tried not to choke. “Just like that.”

　You pulled away for a breath, and he leant down and kissed you. Your palm still stroking the head of his cock as his tongue swirled with yours. He could taste himself on your tongue, the tang of precum mixed with beer.

　You pulled out from the kiss, smiling as you turned your full attention back to his cock, your tongue sticking out of the corner of your mouth as you focused on making him cum, just as it did when you did his sutures.

　Your muscle tickled his slit as you took him once again in your mouth, wrapping around him as you continued to go down. He groaned, large hand putting gentle pressure on the back of your skull as he encouraged you to take him in farther.

　“You can do it, baby. You can take it all.”

　His encouragement spurred you further, nose coming to meet the wiry hairs at his base as he fully went down your throat. You sputtered around him, but he held you in place, hips bucking up into your mouth.

　“Fuck, darlin’, i’m cumming.”

　His warning came out broken as he moaned, hot seed travelling down your throat and leaking out the side of your mouth. You pulled off once he was milked, using your thumb to collect the fluid that escaped, licking it clean.

　You tucked him back into his boxers and laid your cheek on his jean covered thigh, smiling up at him with a lopsided grin as he fondly played with your hair, tucking it behind your ears and massaging your scalp.

　Joel couldn’t stop himself from grinning back, lips curling as he playfully rolled his eyes. “That was one hell of an apology, texas.”

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Open Up

Jason Todd x Library Assistant! Reader

Plot: With a little help, you overcome your internal prejudice with an enigmatic patron.

Rating: PG-13

A/N: Had another writer’s block so really thankful for @the-slumberparty events as always! This is yet another of my self-indulgent pieces but I hope you enjoy it! Thanks for the unwavering support!❤️

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My choices:

🍧Mint Chocolate: the loner – mint chocolate is an acquired taste, so it is that one of your characters is of a similar flavour. A loner is brought out of their shell. 

🥄Cherries: meet-cute – this can be fluffy or a stereotypical first meeting gone wrong 

“It’s him again!” Miriam, the librarian whispers into my ear as I’m shelving back each book to its rightful place. I carefully climb down from the stool and observe the same man with a streak of white hair and an impressive physique to boot select another book from the Literature section.

Though a frequent visitor of the library, he was a lone wolf. Unlike patrons who greeted each other or strike up conversations, he was a lone wolf. No mingling, just quiet reading for two hours and he was out of the library to only be back the next day with the same routine. Not that it was an issue. He was easy on the eyes. Scary, but definitely easy on the eyes.

“If only I was single,” Miriam sighs fondly. “You have no idea what it’s doing to my woman parts.”

“Miriam!” I gasp, completely ignoring for a millisecond that I almost yelled at my supervisor. My supervisor who’s twenty years older but way cooler than I would ever be. She shrugs, “I just said what all women needed to hear.” She moves closer to me, thrusting a book into my hands.

“What is this?” I asked, afraid to hear her answer.

“Conversational material.” Miriam gently pushes me in the direction where our most frequent patron of the Gotham Public Library has disappeared to. “I got the circulation desk covered.” She winks and I’m not sure if regret ever sharing with her my relationship status that was as dead as a slug.

I walked towards the literature section and made my way further down to the sitting area beside the huge glass windows that stretched towards the ceiling, allowing natural light to give a warm glow to the area.

There he was, sitting casually on the maroon sofa, book in one hand and completely oblivious to the world around him.

I’m rooted to the ground, mesmerized at how his emerald eyes skim through each page carefully, capturing the essence of each word. I nearly fall into a stupor just watching this man when he suddenly closes the book and stares straight at me.

I give a squeak and my cheeks heat up. I must look like a creep to him. My brain tells me to get away from there and pretend that nothing ever happened but my feet are unsurprisingly stubborn. The man stands up to full height and my heart races a beat quicker with each step he takes closer to me.

Quick, come up with a good excuse so that he doesn’t chew you out and humiliate you for the rest of your life!

Before I can defend myself, he beats me to the punch. Not in the way that I expected.

“Hi, you’re the librarian right?”

I’m stunned for a second and have to mentally slap myself back into reality.

“Yeah! Actually, library assistant. How can I help you?” My words come out in a nervous blur and I bite the inside of my cheeks. So much for keeping my cool in front of a mysteriously handsome guy.

“Well, I was wondering if you had any good recommendations. I’ve blitzed through entire sections and re-reading Jane Austen for the fifth time isn’t exactly therapeutic.” His chuckle causes my heart to skip a beat.

“Oh darn, the reading block huh? Well there’s no such thing as that- I mean grammar wise, but I totally know how you feel, how about we go this way?” I direct him to the other section.

“It’s still Literature but it’s written by authors from different countries, different genders and colors.” I explain. “I always like to say that books widen your worldview.” I ramble, unaware of his green eyes piercing intensely into mine.

“Sorry,” I squeak sheepishly. “Am I talking too much? I’ll leave you to it.” I’m about to scurry away and possibly find a corner to die of embarrassment when he holds my wrist gently but firmly.

“I like it.” He gives me a smile that makes my belly do a couple of backflips. “Do you think you could recommend me one to start off?” His request is simple but so genuine that despite his intimidating appearance, I can’t help but to be drawn to this lone wolf that comes to the library every evening.

“Sure. How about Welcome to the Hyunnam-dong Bookshop?” I suggest. “I read it while I was feeling a little lost in life. Kind of a comfort book really.” I carefully pick out a hard cover book and wait with bated breath for his reaction.

He takes the book from me and I notice the scars on his hand are plenty - some superficial, some deep. I’m curious, but I know it’s not my place to pry. After all, the library is a safe place for everyone to be themselves.

Eyes quickly scanning through the summary of the book, he flips the books to the front and stares at it for a few more seconds before coming to a decision.

“It’s perfect.”

***

I learn that his name is Jason.

The next couple of days are no different. He comes in at exactly six on the dot in the evenings. He’ll wait for me patiently if I’m occupied with a patron and we’ll head to one of the many shelves for me to pick out another recommendation. Today was a children’s novel, The Boy At The Back Of The Classroom.

“The author intended to target younger kids as her demographic,” I explain. “But the way she explained the struggles of refugees in a simple yet impactful way through the lenses of a child, was beautiful to read as an adult.”

As always, Jason thanks me for the help. But this time, he doesn’t check the book out at self-help. I’m wondering if he wants more than one book when-

“When do you finish work?”

“Excuse me?” You tilt your head slightly, unsure if you had heard him correctly. Jason coughs to fill the silence and gathers enough courage to repeat his question.

“I was thinking if you don’t have any plans, we could have dinner?” He asks. “I know a place and we could read there. The owner won’t mind.”

My delayed response almost screws everything up when Miriam comes to my rescue.

“Of course she’ll love to! You’ve earned the time off! Go and enjoy your weekend!” She makes a shooing motion and when Jason isn’t looking, she winks at me.

“I’ll love to.” I reaffirm and the delight on his face is absolutely adorable for someone of his stature.

The more I get to know this enigma of a man, I discover more aspects of him that seem to draw me closer like a moth to the flame.

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I’m usually not like this.

When a book gets my attention, I’ll blitz through chapters at one shot, eager to find out what happens next to the main character.

But I can’t seem to find the focus as I’ve been stuck on the same page of my latest romance novel for ten minutes, taking occasional peeks at the gorgeous man intently reading in front of me. I cover my face with the book, not wanting to appear like a creep when all he wanted was a reading buddy.

I’m starting to get fidgety and I really want to see how his nose scrunches up when he’s engrossed in the material in front of him. How he cracks his right knuckle after every chapter. How he smiles and frowns at the joy and injustices the character faces.

What I didn’t expect to see was Jason fondly watching me as I supposedly attempted to read my own book. My cheeks heat up at the sudden attention.

“Do I have something on my face?” I ask.

“You’re pretty when you’re reading.” Jason says as a matter of fact, ignoring my question. I’m sure that I’m flaming red as a tomato but this only causes him to break into a boyish grin. I’m at a loss so I end up putting the book back in front of my face, earning a chuckle from him.

He reaches out and takes the book out of my hands, putting it aside.

“Do you know why I’ve read Austen five times?”

I shrug. “I thought you just really liked the book. Predictability brings comfort. Knowing how the story ends.”

Jason shakes his head. “I was hoping you would come over and help a guy out. But I guess I was too afraid. I didn’t want to scare you. Most people don’t approach someone like me for a casual conversation.” He gestures and a pang of guilt hits me for immediately stereotyping him during my first encounter.

“I guess that makes two of us.” I say. “I was amazed at your extensive reading choices and I can’t deny that I’ve been trying to work up my courage to talk to the handsome patron at aisle eighteen.”

Jason’s eyes twinkles at my sudden confession. The man in front of me is no longer the big, scary lone wolf. All I see is a man who has come to seek for genuine human connection in the form of art. A man who is sensitive and hopes that someone would be able to embrace his vulnerability.

I know this because that is what I have been looking for all this time.

The owner reminds us that the cafe would be closing soon and we take our leave, walking under the cool spring breeze. On normal days, I wouldn’t be out this late but Jason’s presence is enough to lower my senses to the potential dangers that Gotham has to offer.

While exchanging more talks about books, we reach the bottom of my apartment.

“Thank you for the amazing night. I loved it.” I sincerely thank Jason.

He doesn’t move from his spot, fists jammed tightly in the pockets of his hoodie. It’s endearing that Jason doesn’t want to rush things even though he can. Funny for a man that I once considered mysterious is an open book.

For the first time in my life, I decide to take the first steps. I kiss him on the cheek, allowing myself to linger before pulling away to see Jason smiling bigger than I’ve ever seen before.

“I’ll see you tomorrow at the library?”

“I’ll be there.”

[ceasarslegion]

OK...I'm asking....

Yay!

So this happened in what I consider the worst job I ever had. And that is saying something because I very much worked retail in a mall. I had just graduated uni, I couldn't afford toronto anymore, and I needed a full-time job to make ends meet now that the stability of university was gone. So I went to edmonton because I had one family member I could stay with until I got on my feet. And I was not in a position to turn away a job that paid.

So I took a door to door sales position. For telus. I can hear the canadians in the room wincing so to everyone else: telus is one of the three whole mega megacorporations that control the ENTIRE canadian telecommunications network. And all three of those companies are buddy buddy and have us all by the balls. That's why canadian phone plans are the most expensive in the world. Not in the developed world: in the WORLD.

The meth lab incident happened on my 3rd whole day on my own. I was in St. Albert, which is this suburb of edmonton that is like if a kale smoothie and that guy who won't shut up about bikhram yoga had a baby they abandoned in an HOA meeting. Which is what makes this that much more unhinged: it was in the most cookie cutter suburbia part of the EMR.

So I was doing my knocks in my blue Jay's hat and my telus branded polo shirt with my clipboard and I knock on my next door. I'm greeted by a middle aged woman who proceeds to dump on me that she's divorcing her husband of 30 years and moving to New Brunswick. I'm like okay cool I just wanna sell you cable packages, good luck with that?

I write that off and continue along the cul de sac until I knock on this other lady's door. And when I say talkative I mean a real chatty Kathy. She practically grabs me by the collar and plops me down on her deck chairs, shoves a coffee in my hand, and says "HEY TELUS GUY DID YOU KNOCK ON METH GUYS DOOR???" And points to the house of the lady who just told me she was getting a divorce

At this point I have forgotten about my commission. I have forgotten about my shitty supervisor and how every part of this job sucks and how I wanna go back to Toronto. I have thrown away my clipboard I have started sipping her coffee that could very well be spiked with something and I go "you have to tell me about the meth guy"

That house I knocked on? The weird oversharing lady who was getting a divorce? Her husband was running a meth lab out of the basement THEIR ENTIRE MARRIAGE and she ONLY FOUND OUT THEN?? He called it his man cave and said that she wasn't allowed in?? And then one day she went down out of curiosity and it was a METH LAB??? All the bonuses he said he got at work were meth money.

I'm still enamored by how this happened. Did it not smell? Like for those who don't know edmonton there is a HUGE meth problem here. Like across the political aisle we all agree that something has to happen about all the meth, the details get foggy and that's where people argue, but needless to say I have smelled and been offered meth before just by virtue of living downtown. That shit REEKS. Like you know meth smell because it somehow smells like the word "meth." You will know what you are smelling even when you've never smelled it before. And it lingers. It hangs. It gets into walls. I know when I've taken a train car before because the smell of that guy who hotboxed it with meth smoke last week will still kinda be there. There's no way that house didn't smell like ass down to the foundation.

And the "you arent allowed in my man cave" excuse... im enamored by both the sexism towards his OWN WIFE and the way she just... went along with it for 30 years? Never set foot down there? The sexism and the just believing it?

I kept trying to steer the conversation back to the meth lab and this lady I was on the porch of kept actively trying to buy internet deals from me. Like she was the only person I ever pitched who was TRYING to get my bundles. I ended up just handing her my list of products and told her to check off what she wanted and was like "more meth lab?" And she went right to "yknow i think if I was your age I would've been a boy now. We didn't really have those terms when I was a kid" I DID NOT BRING THAT UP MA'AM I DONT HAVE TIME FOR YOUR GENDER CRISIS TELL ME MORE ABOUT THE METH LAB

That job was so shit that that was the only one I ever quit with no back up plan and did not regret for a second. I then went to the mall and handed out CVs and got my retail job by the end of the week from doing that.

[fuck-customers]

worked in a kitchen space prepping simple lunches for summer camp kids one year.

asked my supervisor if I could sit on a stool while I bagged a huge amount of tiny celery sticks, something that was stated I was allowed in my accommodations when I applied, and she was aware of this (I have POTS, can't stand up in one place for long periods of time or else I get faint)

she said no, I was a kid and didn't have the courage to fight back on it.

bam 20 minutes later I pass out with no warning, hitting my head on a metal table as I go down, then on the tile floor.

supervisor apparently just stood there and watched while my coworker called an ambulance, I was out cold on the floor for a good few minutes and woke up to paramedics

landed in the ER with a concussion and a few stitches, didn't tell anyone my supervisor refused to give me a stool cause I was scared

convinced my parents to let me quit the next day because fuck that woman, I should've sued her

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[maddie-dog-story-blog]

The Baby Doctor

Reposting this because it seems to have disappeared from this blog for some reason! Enjoy!

This wasn't supposed to happen! She was never supposed to be here. She was a smart, intelligent, capable woman. She had graduated from medical school for God's sake. But, she had pissed off the wrong nurse. Now, here she was, helplessly her diapers for the entertainment of the whole labor and delivery night shift.

It has been the third week of Dr. Bun's residency. She was on the tail end of a horrendous on-call shift. She was working through her charts and, in her delirium, got sloppy in her attention to detail. She accidentally ordered that one of her patients should be given a deadly amount of pain killers to deal with post-delivery pain.

Luckily for her patient, the doctor supervising the young doctor did not trust her yet. He caught her mistake, fixed it, then tracked down Dr. Bun to give her some aggressive constructive criticism. That's where Dr. Bun fucked up.

Rather then owning her mistake and promising to do better, Dr. Bun deflected the blame onto the nursing staff. Specifically, she alleged the nurse treating the patient, Nurse Angela, must have got in the system and messed up the order. Dr. Bun's supervisor was skeptical, but chose to trust his newest charge. He let the resident off with a warning and went to give the nurse a piece of his mind.

Unfortunately for Dr. Bun, the software the hospital used to treat patients kept careful record of precisely who made what orders. Fortunately for the girl, however, her supervisor had no idea that software has that capability. Nurse Angela, in the other hand, was very aware of it.

A couple of days later, when Dr. Bun was back in the hospital changing into her scrubs for the shift, Nurse Angela walked into the room holding two things--a print out from the record keeping software pinning the deadly medication order on Dr. Bun and a bulky, white adult diaper.

"Dr. Bun, I have a bone to pick with you. You pinned a potentially deadly mistake on me when, both you and I know I had nothing to do with it," Nurse Angela said. "That sort of dishonest, manipulative behavior is something I'd expect from a naughty toddler, not a doctor."

Dr. Bun began to feel upset at being challenged so directly by a person she considered beneath her.

"I didn't lie! You must have screwed up my orders, nurse," Dr. Bun, spitting out the word nurse as if it was the worst epithet imaginable.

Nurse Angela just calming walked up to the young, arrogant doctor and handed her the print out of the record confirming Dr. Bun's mistake.

"That is not what this says. Did you know dishonesty is a fireable offense at this hospital? One that the hospital reports to the medical board as well as any future employers?" Nurse Angela asked rhetorically. The older nurse smiled as the young woman's face dropped.

"I… uh… I'm so sorry! I'll do anything to make this up to you! Anything, just, please, don't tell anyone!" The resident pleaded.

The nurse's grin widened, becoming predatory. She motioned with the white, fluffy object in her other hand.

"Well, like I said Doctor, you've been acting more like a toddler than the responsible adult you are supposed to be. I think you need a reminder of that at all times from now on. Until I decide otherwise, if you want to keep your job here, you will wear and use one of these at all times when you are at work. The hospital's bathrooms are off limits to you, and, like the naughty toddler you are, you are not allowed to change yourself. If you want your wet or messy butt changed, you will have to track down one of the nurses in my labor and delivery unit and convince them to change you, understood?"

The young woman had no idea how to respond to that. Her eyes darted between the document in her hand and the bulky adult diaper being held by the nurse. Thoughts of being fired and her career being ruined darted through her head. She couldn't afford to pay back her student loans if she wasn't working as a doctor.

Backed into a corner, Dr. Bun did the only thing she could. She accepted Nurse Angela's offer.

Dr. Bun immediately found herself changed into the first of what would be many diapers by the nurse in the locker room. The next few weeks were full of humiliation and torment for the doctor as she adjusted to her knew position as the nursing units pet toddler, but, eventually her work days fell into a comfortable pattern.

She would use the restroom just prior to leaving work to minimize the risk of messy 'accidents.' She'd report to work where one of the nurses would help her get dressed for her shift. Then, she would proceed with her day as normal, seeking out a nurse for a change when she felt her diaper get too full.

Yes, it was humiliating to have the waistband of her scrubs pulled back or her crotch squeezed by another woman to have her diaper checked. Yes, it sucked laying on a locker room bench while her ass was wiped by someone she considered her subordinate. However, the human mind was resilient and could get used to anything once it happened enough.

Plus, her new situation has some benefits. She was getting praised by her supervisors for how well she worked with the nursing staff. Plus, not having to run to the bathroom all the time gave her more freedom to care for her patients. After a month as the hospital's diapered doctor, Dr. Bun would actually describe things as going well.

Nurse Angela was happy to see Dr. Bun's turn around, but noticed she was starting to get cocky again. The positive reviews from her supervisors lead her to once again become increasingly condescending towards the nursing staff. So, to remind the young doctor of her position, the nurse made Dr. Bun another offer she couldn't refuse.

That's how the young, professional woman with a medical degree found herself here. Nurse Angela has thrown a special, team building party at her home for all of her fellow labor and delivery nurses. The young doctor was also invited as entertainment.

When Dr. Bun arrived, she was stripped of her adult clothes. She was diapered, put in an childish shirt with padded mittens, and had a pacifier slipped in her mouth. She was instructed she was nothing more than a baby for the evening, not allowed to speak, walk, or care for herself in anyway. Worst of all, a suppository was shoved up her cute little bottom.

A baby blanket was laid in the middle of Nurse Angela's living room and she was instructed to stay on it. As her co-workers arrived and began to surround her, cooing at her like she was an actual baby, the babified doctor's stomach began to rumble and cramp. Once the last guest arrived, she couldn't take it anymore. Tears of embarrassment running down her face, Dr. Bun got onto all fours, sticking her diapered ass into the air as a wet fart escaped her butt cheeks.

Nurse Angela looked down and smiled. She drew everyone's attention to the scene. "Look everyone, I think the baby's about to make a stinky for us!"

Dr. Bun's coworkers laughed as they watched her lose control. Closing her eyes and grunting loudly, Dr. Bun pushed out a huge load of crap into her bulky diaper. She closed her eyes as she did it, pretending she was anywhere but here. While she had messed herself before, and many of these women had in fact changed one of her messy diapers, it had never been so public and so humiliated. The nurses cheered the doctor on as she debased herself like an infant for enjoyment.

When the doctor was finished, Nurse Angela beant down and whispered in her ear. "Remember doctor, no matter how good you are at your job or how many accolades you receive, to us, you will never be more than a stupid, untrustworthy little baby. Now sit in your mess and play with your toys. It's going to be a long night."

Dr. Bun could only do as she was told, suck on her pacifier and cry as she came to terms with the fact that she'd be these nurses plaything for the rest of her life.

[munson-blurbs]

Hi! I’d like to send a request for the Meet-Cute anniversary event! I’d like to be paired with Eddie! My pronouns are she/her. I’d describe myself as extroverted, funny (if I do say so myself 😌💅🏾), and very upbeat! I love history, literature, and music. I don’t know what other details to include BUT I do wear glasses, if that’s relevant.

Your meet cute happens at the Renaissance Faire! Hope you like it 💚

CW: reader wears a dress WC: 534 A/N: Thank you to @pastel-pillows for helping me with Eddie's costume and @storiesbyrhi for helping me with the dialogue! Divider credit to @hellfire--cult

The weekend of Indianapolis’ Renaissance Faire was, in your opinion, the best time of year.

You always went as a kid, your eyes wide as you took in all of the sights, sounds, and smells. Now as a young adult, you actually got to work there. Two full days of wearing a flowy Elizabethan gown while eating discounted turkey legs and speaking in the tongue of the realm? Forget Disneyland; this was your happiest place on Earth.

Your role this year was to stand just beyond the gates and point guests in the right direction. It was easy enough; you liked talking to people and complimenting their costumes. Not to mention that the other performer you’d been paired with was easy on the eyes, to say the least.

Frizzy brunette curls spilled from beneath his flat Tudor cap and fell just below his shoulders. He wore an oversized white t-shirt, its hem cut to be curved, and brown slacks tucked into black boots. A brown leather belt was wrapped around his lithe waist and strapped a costume-store sword to his torso.  

He introduced himself as Eddie the Banished—though you weren’t quite sure where he was banished from. You’d been working side by side for the last three hours, and he’d only left to grab food from a nearby stall. Even then, he hadn’t broken character, continuing to speak as though he had been plucked straight from the Renaissance itself. 

Eddie the Banished also happened to be Eddie the Impossibly Cute and Charming, with quick wit that matched your own. He wasn’t quick, however, in hiding the Steak on a Stake he was trying to inconspicuously eat while still on the clock. 

“Mr. Munson.” Your shift supervisor, Melinda, came marching across the grass. She gave Eddie a pointed glare, not wanting to publicly reprimand him and draw attention to his unprofessionalism. 

Eddie turned to you with exaggerated panic. “The witch has sensed that I’ve procured nourishment!” He exclaimed, lowering the food from her line of vision.

“So save the rest until your break,” you said. 

His eyes widened in mock horror. “In this time of famine?” Eddie shook his head, but sweet smile betrayed any air of annoyance he tried conveying. “I cannot believe a beautiful maiden would suggest such foolishness.”

Beautiful. The compliment warmed you more than the sun shining up above. “Perhaps this beautiful maiden will purchase some sustenance for you, presuming the witch doesn’t have your head on a stake first.”

Eddie cocked one brow and took another sneaky bite of his food. “It appears we have a modern woman on our hands,” he mused. “But who am I, a mere peasant, to turn down her advances?”

You laughed at his feigned contemplation. “Even a mere peasant deserves a reward for a long day’s work.” Letting your hand rest on his shoulder, you continued. “Especially when he has spent the time keeping me thoroughly entertained.”

“With pleasure.” Eddie gave a small bow. He glanced around before lowering his voice to ask, “and maybe the fair maiden will allow me to treat her to a frozen confection?”

Smiling, you leaned in and kissed his cheek. “It would be an honor, Eddie the Banished.”

--

[its-time-to-write]

hi i love your work.

can i get touch deprived reader with jamie or roy

you totally can! It just comes at the low, low cost of way more words than you bargained for. Fair warning, Jamie isn’t even introduced for a good solid chunk of the first half. I also have been touch deprived so this is based on personal experience lol.

I feel like I let this get away from me in the same way the Vienna fic got away from me😂

sinking into your worn out mattress

It’s the same routine every day.

Wake up, get dressed, go to work, come home, make dinner, fall asleep, repeat.

It’s not a bad thing, necessarily. You’re nothing if not efficient, maximizing your time to the best of your abilities. It’s not the most glamorous thing in the world, but you enjoy it. You’re lucky enough to be working on your supervision hours under a renowned psychologist, Dr. Fieldstone in London, and it’s paid. Over half the people in your cohort are struggling through unpaid internships and juggling a second job just so they can make ends meet. You’re all propelled forward by the promise of better pay as soon as it’s all over, dreaming of the days you can own your own practice.

You’re not even sure how you landed this internship, as Dr. Fieldstone rarely ever takes on interns. (She’d tell you later it’s because she saw the same potential her supervisor saw in her.) But you have it, and you’re now assisting her in her on-location therapy to various sports teams. You’d been at a rugby club for a few months, but now it’s time to move on. Dr. Fieldstone was asked to come back to a previous club and although she’d never admit it, you know it was her favorite group to work with. It’s the only club who’s picture is on her desk. It makes you smile every time you see her surrounded by a rowdy-looking group of footballers and two very American coaches. She had said that the one with the mustache was no longer at the club, but the bearded one still was along with the angry looking man to the side and the short, grey-haired man.

You’ve seen the photo so many times that you have everyone’s faces memorized. You’re secretly excited to meet the team that made Dr. Sharon (in her colleagues’ words,) loosen up.

You weren’t friends, with Dr. Sharon, never once dropping the “doctor,” that preceded her name, but she would occasionally swing by your standard housing with a bottle of wine after a particularly difficult day. 

“This job can be emotionally draining,” she’d say. “I always wished I had someone there for me at the beginning.”

She rarely smiled or showed outward affection, but you understood that this was her way of saying she cared. 

But now you’re packing up your flat into your car, and headed to your new quarters in Richmond, London.

—

It’s apparent that Dr. Sharon has a strong connection with the players. There are a small few who allow you to run each session, most preferring to stick with who they know. Your days are mostly filled with analyses and treatment plans, with about two real session a week, one with Rojas, D and Maas, J. You don’t even sit in with Dr. Sharon much anymore, as the thought of an observer makes some of the players uncomfortable.  

It’s stressing you out.

How are you supposed to fulfill your hours when you can’t even get consistent sessions?

Dr. Sharon, in her limited kindness, refers you to a friend of hers in town. 

“She runs a small practice and works mostly with women. You’ll be able to keep your housing and fulfill your hours. If you need anything, you know where to find me.”

You look at her. “Right,” you reply, “because you’re going to have so much time to help me out between all the things you’ve got going on.”

She rolls her eyes good-naturedly. “Listen. Since you’re not my intern, I can become your therapist. I’ll even give you a discounted rate since you’re still interning. We’ll set up weekly sessions. You’ll be fine.”

You’re still not sure. Dr. Sharon can see the apprehension in your face. “Alright,” she says. “If you schedule our sessions in the evening and cook dinner, I’ll do it for free. It’ll be informal, one therapist to another.”

That’s big. She rarely does anything for free. In a moment of boldness, you say that to her face.

She cracks the tiniest smile. “It’s possible that I’ve grown fond of you. And even more possible that I’m addicted to your cooking.”

Huh. You suppose miracles do still happen.

—

Sharon is over for dinner for the third time in a week, and you’re suspicious that she might actually enjoy spending time with you. You’re laughing about some stupid story that happened during a natural environment observation (it involved a slip n slide, an obscene amount of shaving cream, and footballs being thrown at players heads) when out of nowhere you feel tears slipping down your face.

“Oh my gosh” you say while maybe laughing, maybe crying, “I think I’m broken.”

Sharon (she insisted you drop the “doctor,”) asks, “Are you alright?” and you shrug while you begin full-on sobbing.

“I don’t know what’s happening,” you say between gasps. “What the actual heck.”

At that, Sharon grins. You’re retaining some element of your humor, despite actually crying.

“Just go on and fucking swear already,” she says. “I think we’re past a truly professional relationship.” 

You shake your head. “No!” you say. “No, my mum wouldn’t like it.” Fresh tears start to fall at the mention of your mum. Sharon is actually concerned now.

“I’m not sure you’re alright,” she says, and you shoot her a no duh look. “Let’s discuss what might be the root of your issue. Have you been feeling differently lately?”

You’re wiping your eyes and trying so hard to get it together. You’re not even sure what your problem is. You were pretty sure you were doing fine, but you think back to your week. It had been pretty standard, nothing out of the ordinary. You shake your head.

“There is nothing too small to mention. Anything out of your usual routine? Physical discomfort, emotionally-draining sessions?” Sharon asks.

“No,” you reply, tears almost under control. “Wait. Yes.”

Sharon looks at you expectantly. “God, this is going to sound dumb.”

She reaches out to pat your hand. “There’s no such thing as too dumb,” she says in her therapist voice. 

The gesture is so much like something a sister would do. 

“Right,” you say. “Ok. My, um, the insides of my elbows like, hurt? They just feel weird, I don’t know. It started two weeks ago I think and usually I can just pinch them and it’s fine, but that’s the only thing I can think of, I guess.”

Sharon has gone full therapist, and is giving you an analytical look. “Hm,” she says. “Tell me more.”

You shrug. “There’s not much to tell. It’s not like painful, it just feels weird. I hug my pillow when I sleep and that also helps. Um, I push up my sleeves so they go around my elbows and the pressure helps.”

She asks, “When was the last time you saw a friend?” and you can’t think why this is relevant. But you also can’t remember.

“Probably since before I moved,” you say.

“And when was the last time you saw your family?”

You begin to see where she’s going.

“God,” you groan. “I’m an idiot.”

Sharon laughs. “Do you see why it’s so difficult for therapists to self-diagnose? We’re so busy trying to save the world that we forget to save ourselves.”

“But it’s so stupid,” you say. “It’s like, one of the most basic forms of self-care.”

Sharon shrugs. “Touch-starvation is a real thing. It manifests itself in different ways and apparently yours manifests itself in your elbows.”

It’s so ridiculous that you laugh. She does too, and reaches out to squeeze your arm. “I’ll be more mindful of it,” she says. “In the meantime, you need to find yourself some friends. Some people your own age. I’m prescribing you at least two nights out a week.”

You knit your eyebrows together. “I don’t even know where I would go. Or how to meet people. Or what to say!”

“That’s the problem with us therapists,” Sharon says. “We’re really best in a clinical setting. Shouldn’t be let out of the house, really. How about this; next time Richmond has some group event, you come. They’re a rowdy bunch, around your age, too. It’s an incredibly healthy environment, and you’ll be easily accepted. It will be a nice gateway to having a social life. There’s a match this weekend and they’re almost guaranteed a win, so keep your calendar open.”

You open your mouth to protest but Sharon holds up a hand. “I’m prescribing this as your mentor, not as your friend. It will be a healthy change of pace, I promise.”

—

Seeing AFC Richmond in person and off the pitch is like an out-of-body experience. 

You’re putting names to familiar faces, and getting a crash course on their personalities. 

You know Dani and Jan Maas from your short stint as their counselor, and they’ve taken it upon themselves to introduce you to everyone else. Dani is holding your elbow to guide you around to all sorts of people, and you can physically feel the serotonin production in your brain. 

You meet Higgins and his wife, the hosts of this barbecue as well as some of their children. It’s hard to miss them because they keep coming up to shoot Dani and Jan with nerf guns. They’re weirdly prepared, pulling out their own from thin air. 

“Don’t worry,” Jan says, “We’ll defend you.”

It’s very much like a large family gathering. You meet Richard, who kisses your hand and comments on your beauty. Zoreaux, who smiles and asks if you want anything to drink. Bumbercatch, who asks if you can read minds. And finally, Roy and Keeley who are standing in the kitchen and definitely were not kissing right before you walked in.

“This is one of our coaches,” Dani beams. “He and Keeley are very much in love, but they will not admit to  each other, least of all themselves.”

Roy says, “Oi!” while Keeley blushes. Jan shrugs.

“It’s true,” he says. “There is no point in dancing around it.”

“Fuck off!” says Roy, and Jan and Dani are saved from certain death by head-butt as Keeley steps between them and says, “It’s nice to meet you! We’re so glad you could come,” and wraps you in a tight hug.

She’s small, but she’s strong. You have trouble breathing for a moment in the best possible way.

“Heard you work for Dr. Sharon,” she says. “That’s got to be fucking difficult.”

You laugh. “Yeah, but not in the way you’d think,” you say. “I’d already sold my soul to my education long before I met her. She’s actually trying to help me get it back.”

Keeley grins. “Is that why you’re here then? To reinstate your soul?”

You’re cut off from replying by the appearance of someone new. This one is in Sharon’s picture too, standing in the middle slightly to the left and smiling with the tip of his tongue sticking out. You always thought he seemed like one who looked so happy and carefree because he actively chose to be that way.

“Who’s reinstatin’ their soul?” he asks, squeezing in between Dani and Keeley.

“This one here,” Keeley replies. “You met her yet? She’s Dr. Fieldstone’s protégé.”

“Oh,” you say. “No. Not really. I was just doing my internship with her, but I had to move because…” you hesitate.

“Because no one wanted to talk to her except me and Jan,” Dani helpfully fills in. 

Jan adds, “They were all intimidated by the fact that she is close to their age and so beautiful, as well stuck in their ways of having Dr. Sharon. Only Dani and I were willing to give her a chance, and she actually helped me through some important life decisions.”

You had? It hadn’t seemed that way at the time. You feel less crappy about your time at Nelson Road, though. It wasn’t like they didn’t like you, they just preferred to stick with what they know. That, you can understand.

“Mint,” Jamie says. “So you ain’t the team’s shrink anymore?”

Roy rolls his eyes. “Fucking observant, you are. She hasn’t been around in fucking ages.”

Jamie shrugs. “I was just checking!” he says defensively.

You smile. “It’s alright,” you say. “I’m sure you’re busy, and there’s always a lot of people coming and going.”

That seems to surprise Jamie. Almost as if he isn’t used to people defending him. You file his reaction away in your brain, adding it to your collection of knowledge about the football team that made Sharon zip across England for.

—

It’s been two and a half hours, and you’ve have more food and laughter than you’ve had in ages. Dani and Jan Maas had left your circle in the kitchen a while ago, fulfilling their promise to chase around the youngest Higgins boys as well as Roy’s niece Phoebe, and another girl who’s name you didn’t catch. Sam has joined your group now, and he and Jamie are funny together in a way that reminds you of your brothers. They’re constantly ragging on each other, teasing Roy, and throwing things.

Jamie, it seems, is the comedian of the group. You can tell he’s showing off, presumably because there’s a new face. When it’s time to eat, he says, “Stick with me, love, that way you don’t get stuck next to some uncultured animal,” even though Sharon is there and you’d be fine to sit with any of the boys.

But, he’s already grabbed your hand and is pulling you to a spot near Roy and Keeley as Sharon looks on with an amused expression. You send her a single pleading glance (although you’re not sure what you’re pleading for) and she just gives you a shooing motion. She’s happy to sit with Rebecca and her boyfriend. And someone who’s name you’re pretty sure is Coach Beard. 

Ever the gentleman, Jamie pulls out your chair for you before settling into his own. There are tables all throughout the house and a few in the front yard, and you’re glad he picked one outside. It’s a little cloudy, but nice weather.

And god, there are people. People who are talking to you, hugging you, tapping you on the arm and holding your hand, even if it is just to make sure you don’t get separated in the stampede to find seating. Your arms aren’t even a little sore, and you can feel Sharon’s observing eyes on you. You know for a fact she’s going to have a lot to say next time you have dinner, but for now all you can think about is the way Jamie’s arm is pressed against yours, as he leans in to explain a football term that Roy just used to threaten Jamie with.

—

You’re not sure how long this party is supposed to last, but it’s three hours later and there is no sign of stopping. The sun is just barely starting to dip, and time has lost all meaning. You don’t know if the meal you ate was supposed to be lunch or dinner but it doesn’t matter because you’re so full that you can barely make room for the pile of desserts that Mrs. Higgins has pulled out. 

You’ve moved inside now, since Jamie pulled you through the dessert line saying, “You have to come with me, so I can put my dessert on your plate. That way grandad can’t have a fit.” You understand that “grandad” is Roy.

You’re smart enough to notice that Jamie’s hand is in yours at every opportunity he can find, and that he’s still holding it even though you’ve finished your dessert and are flopped on a couch inside. He’s absentmindedly rubbing circles with his thumb as you chatter on about nothing. 

“Oi,” he says, when you’ve lapsed into silence, “is this alright?”

You’re not sure what he means until he holds up your still-intertwined hands.

“Keeley says I’m more touchy than most. Don’t want to fuckin’ weird you out or some shit.”

You smile. “You’re fine. It’s actually really nice.” You decide to leave it at that. No point in explaining touch-deprivation to the cute footballer you just met. Talk about oversharing.

Jamie smiles back, a real one that lights up his whole face.

“Mint,” he says.

—

“Jamie’s romantically interested in you,” says Sharon’s voice through the phone.

“How do you know that?” you ask. It’s the morning after the Higgins party and you only have a 2pm session. Sharon texted you to call her as soon as you woke up, so you do and she drops a bombshell on the first ring. You doubt Jamie would have told her this himself, as Dr. Fieldstone isn’t one to break a confidence.

“Basic body language,” she replies. “Repeated physical contact, the way his body was angled toward yours all day, the fact that he went out of his way to make you smile. All classic markers of romantic attraction. Any trained therapist should be able to pick up on it.”

What she means is, you’re a trained therapist. You should be picking up on it.

“There’s no way,” you say, but it comes out more doubtful than you’d hoped. 

“Right,” says Sharon, “there’s no way. In the same way that there’s no way I’m only mentoring you because I see myself in you.”

“Oh,” you reply weakly, because that’s a lot to unpack. 

“Oh,” she mimics. “Right. Well. I’ve got to go. Make sure you remember the mental exercises I gave you. Therapists need to take care of their minds too.”

You say thanks and hang up. 

Oh.

—

You’re home again from your session, and you are tired. It was mentally exhausting and all you can think about are the pair of sweatpants in the drawer by your bed and the box of pizza that should be at your flat in fifteen-to-twenty minutes. That was about thirteen minutes ago, and you’ve just been puttering about since placing the call and changing out of work clothes. 

There’s a knock on the door and you say a quiet yes, before hurrying to answer. You open the door to two people on your doorstep instead of one.

“This your pizza?” the delivery boy asks. You nod, thank him, and hand him the money. He’s gone so you acknowledge the other person in front of you.

“How’d you know where I live?”

Jamie shrugs. “Asked Dr. Fieldstone. She isn’t as scary as she looks.”

“And why are you here?”

You place the pizza down on the small table in your entryway. It hasn’t escaped your notice that Jamie is practically standing in your doorframe now, inches away from you.

He wraps his hands in the front of his shirt. “Isaac was telling me about body science,” he says. “Been teaching me how to read people and shit based on how they move.”

You nod. Body language. Yeah, you know a thing or two about that.

“Anyway, he said you thought I was proper fit. Which is good, because I think you’re proper fit. But, just in case he were wrong, I thought I’d come over and give you a chance to tell me.”

His left hand is on the doorframe now, and you can see the top of his tattoo peeking out from under his bright orange hoodie. There is exactly one inch between you two as he slants his body toward yours.

“You can tell me to bugger off, if you want,” he murmurs. “Won’t hurt my feelings.”

You don’t say anything, just stand on your toes the tiniest bit so he has better access to your mouth. 

You can feel his breath when he pulls away.

“Oh,” he says, “I didn’t come here for sex. Me mum raised a gentleman. I’d buy you a coupla dinners first.”

“Shut up and kiss me already, Tartt,” you say, and he’s grinning, free hand cupping the back of your head.

—

You think that’s probably the fastest you’ve ever gotten into a relationship.

“Labels are important, babe,” Jamie had said that night. “How else will you know if food is poisonous?”

You’re pretty sure he’s talking about checking for allergens, but you don’t correct him. You’re on your couch watching a movie with his arm around your shoulders. He’s playing with strands of your hair and it’s strange that you’re this comfortable with a boy you just met yesterday.

Because he is a boy. You’re the same age, but you feel impossibly, inadequately young. He plays it off as youthful exuberance, and you’re sure it’s an advantage on the pitch. Your age doesn’t feel like an advantage to you, but you can’t change it so you might as well just deal with what you’ve got.

You can be professional in the morning, but right now you’ve got a cute, fit boy who thinks you’re cute and fit and so far has not given off red flags. You’re extra alert ever since your call with Sharon, trying to pick up on every subtlety, but you stop trying as soon as Jamie rolls up a piece of pizza like a burrito and tries to fit it all in his mouth. You know that Sharon would have been the first to tell you if this was a bad idea, and the fact that she even told you Jamie was interested is basically like her giving her blessing.

Jamie leaves too soon, but he does so with your number in his phone and the promise of “a proper date,” as soon as you both can manage.

—

“A proper date,” turned into two proper dates, then three, then four, then seeing each other steadily throughout the weeks, then your first sleepover after the third week. Your skin was all tingly when Jamie invited you over to his for dinner, telling you he was going to cook for you. You knew exactly what was going to happen that night and made sure you were prepared. 

You dressed nice, in clothes that gave him easy access to your skin underneath. 

“Am I rushing this?” you had asked Sharon the day before. “I’m asking you as my mentor. Am I being an idiot?”

Sharon had taken a moment to consider before answering. “You’re smart for your age. And wise beyond your years. I don’t think you’re being an idiot. We can’t let our work consume us, no matter how important it is. You’re a brilliant therapist. You’re always giving yourself away to those around you. You deserve something for yourself, and you know how to pick a good one.”

You hugged her for those words. She seemed startled, but accepted it. You didn’t think life could get much better. 

You were wrong. You discovered life could be so much better the moment Jamie’s hand slid under your skirt and you were kicking off your shoes on the way up the stairs. 

“Stay,” he whispered when you were done. “It’s fuckin’ late anyway. You can use my shower and wear one of my shirts. I have an extra toothbrush. I fucking hate sleeping alone.”

So you’re in one of his t-shirts and your underwear, arms wrapped around Jamie’s waist. 

You think what am I doing? but Jamie presses a soft, sleepy kiss to your temple and you think maybe you’re doing something right.

—

It’s been a hell of a week. You’re swamped, Jamie’s always at training, and neither of you have been able to make the time to see the other in days. Your inner arms are sore again, and your dinners with Sharon have been short and extremely clinical in a way you desperately need. However, once-a-week therapy is not enough to get rid of the feeling you have, and you wake up throughout the night holding your pillow as if it were Jamie. 

You’ve gotten used to having his hand in yours, your head on his shoulder, knees touching and arms wrapped tight around your body. Having it taken away is worse than before, because at least then you didn’t really know what you were missing. Now, you feel as if you’re going to die unless someone does something, even if it’s just a high-five. 

You’re sitting at your kitchen table, one knee pulled up to your chest as you review case notes. Your food has gone cold because all you can do is cry. You’re so tired and so lonely and it shouldn’t be this way, but it is and you’re just over it. There’s a knock at the door so you wipe your eyes and answer it, hoping you look normal.

It’s Jamie.

The moment you register who it is, you’re launching yourself into his arms, wrapping around him like a spider monkey. He laughs. “Hello to you too,” he says, spinning you around. He stops when he feels you shaking in his arms. 

“Oi,” he says, frowning a little, “you alright, love?”

He can feel tears on his neck.

“Babe,” he says, “did something happen at work?”

You shake your head, face still buried into the crook of his neck. “I just missed you,” you croak, voice muffled.

Jamie chuckles at that. You’re lucky he’s strong, because he’s able to carry you to the couch like it’s nothing, kicking the door shut behind him without losing his balance. He settles with you in his arms, rubbing a pattern on your back. 

“It’s alright, love, I’m here,” he says, and you’ve never been more grateful for the fact that he calls you love more than your actual name. It’s like he’s always reminding you how he feels about you.

You just hold him tighter, letting the terrible feeling you had all week fade away. When it’s mostly gone, you pull away so you can look him in the face.

“I- I have this thing,” you say. Jamie looks concerned.

“Are you dyin’?” he asks.

“No!” you reply. “No, I’m not dying. I have- I’m touch-deprived. I let it get really bad sometimes and then I can physically feel it. You can look it up, it’s a real thing.” You don’t know why you feel the need to defend yourself. Jamie’s just looking at you, all quiet seriousness.

“That what it’s called?” he asks. “I know what you mean. Fucking had it two years ago. Used to egg Roy on just so he’d push me around and the lads’d have to hold me back. Wasn’t near me mum anymore, so I didn’t have anyone to hug me or anything. Sounds dumb, but… I just needed someone to touch me. Like if they didn’t, it meant I didn’t exist. Fucking mental.”

“Mental,” you agree.

Jamie smiles. “You’re the fucking best, you know that?” he asks. “I’m never bored when I’m with you. Came over to see if you wanted to watch a movie or play video games.” 

He’s stroking your cheek with one hand, other still wrapped around your back.

You smile back. “I really, really love you Jamie Tartt. I’ll play video games, I just don’t want to play FIFA.”

Jamie’s smile drops. “Shit,” he says, and you think it’s because you don’t want to play his favorite video game. “You weren’t supposed to say it first, I was. I was gonna tell you tonight anyway.”

“It’s not a big deal, babe,” you say.

“No.” He shakes his head. “It’s a big fuckin’ deal. Now I’ve got to make it up to you.”

“No you don’t,” you say.

“Yes I do,” he replies. “I’m gonna tell you every fucking day how much I love you. I’ll drive home early from away games just to hug you. I want you to always feel like you have the love you deserve.”

You’re at a loss for words.

“Cat got your tongue, don’t it?” Jamie asks cheekily. “Not a problem, babe. I know how to get it back.”

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for pushing my partner to get narcan training?

For some context, I work as an ASL interpreter for d/Deaf and hard of hearing students. This means that I'm interpreting lectures as they happen and, because the lectures can be anywhere from 2 - 4 hours long, I usually have a partner and we switch out every so often. This also means that it's the same classes every week so you really get to know the students you work with.

This particular class was one for a student I had worked with before and my partner on this one was new. She was fluent in ASL but at a different level than I was if, if that makes sense. There's often a difference between people that grew up signing and those who didn't, which is sometimes equated to a certain fluidity with the signs. This isn't to say she's bad or anything, just that it's a different level of it.

This course was one for some sort of social work or community building program and during this class, the students were getting free Narcan training and were given a five minute break before it. During the break, the professor approached us and asked if we wanted to learn. We're technically not supposed to participate in the class in any way as we're just there to interpret, we're not students. I am already trained - and unfortunately very experienced - in administering Narcan but my partner wasn't. She was a bit hesitant about participating and was worried about getting in trouble but I encouraged her to go anyways and told her that I would take her turn signing. I don't recall my exact phrasing but it was something along the lines of 'It's a really important skill to have, especially in (Our city). I really think you should do it'.

She ended up doing it and from what I could tell there were no issues with it. I've worked with the student since they started getting their degree three years ago and I felt that they wouldn't be upset or bothered by her participating (And I spoke with them after class to apologize and check in and they were completely okay with it) as they're pretty easy going and prefer my style of signing so they probably wouldnt mind watching me for ten minutes longer than usual. We finished the class as normal and went our separate ways.

This was two weeks ago and about four or five days ago I received an email from my supervisor with a thinly veiled 'reminder' that interpreters should not be participating in class activities and that as the person with seniority, I should not be guilting or pressuring newer employees into breaking rules.

At the time, I didn't think that I was guilting or pressuring her into doing anything but thinking back, it definitely could have come across that way. I really wish I could remember the exact phrasing of what I said, since I think it's pretty important here.

I think I could be the asshole because even if I said it super nicely and wasn't at all pressuring or guilting her, I was still encouraging her to do something I knew we weren't allowed to do and she is much newer at this than I am. On the other hand, I do think this was an important topic to break the rules for but I also had my older sister die from am opioid overdose last autumn so I definitely have a bias here.

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Kinkuary 14 Jun — body worship // bath/shower sex

➥ idol boyfriend!Jun × noj idol!Reader summary: After a particularly stressful day at work, Y/N comes home to find her boyfriend has drawn her a relaxing bath and is pleasantly surprised when he reveals he intends to join her in the bath. wc: 3.8k warnings: afab reader, adult dialogue, alcohol consumption (a glass of wine or two), established relationship, sexual content (minors dni!): Junhui just wants to pamper the reader knowing she's had a hard time, massaging, fingering, biting, hair pulling, bath sex, unprotected sex (use protection pls!), body worship, praise, use of pet names (bao bei, angel, beautiful, etc), the reader calls Jun lǎo gōng (husband) and it makes him all 🥴🥰, let me know if I missed anything!! Permanent taglist: @yoonguurt @candidupped @dejavernon @dilfjohnny Kinkuary full taglist: @baldi-2 @wonderfulshinee @lacie220900 @sup-dallyboy @drunk-on-dk @violagoth @mixling-blog Seventeen taglist: @aikisbbq @95cheols @niktwazny303 @indigo35 @moonlightsora @witherednotes @cixrosie @kirooz Strikethrough means I cannot tag you. MINORS WILL BE BLOCKED AND BLACKLISTED. Join the taglist!

a/n: Junhui doesn't seem to have a lot of content on here but here's some! I haven't written for him in a while so hopefully I do him justice! I hope you like this. Thank you for reading and as always, this is a work of fiction and all characters are not reflective of their respective irl counterparts. for entertainment purposes only. banner made by me. I do not allow reposts or translations of my works. All my works are ©️ kwanisms.

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‘Seriously? Fuck Valentine’s Day,’ you thought as your office door closed.

This was the worst day you’d experienced of the year and it was only the second month.

You sighed and leaned forward, resting your head on your arms on top of your desk. ‘I can’t take much more of this,’ you told yourself. A knock at your door brought you out of your stupor, sitting up and calling out for the person to come in.

“You look stressed,” your supervisor said as she walked in. You forced a smile. “Stressed is putting it lightly,” you replied before taking a deep breath. “How can I be of assistance?” You asked. Your supervisor shook her head.

“I’m sure this isn’t the best time, but we’re over in hours,” she replied. “Normally I wouldn’t dream of asking you this, but seeing as you seemed rather stressed, would you like to leave early?” You couldn’t believe your ears. ‘Leave early?’

“Uh,” you replied. “Are you sure?”

Your supervisor nodded. “I’ll make sure the difference shows up on your next paycheck so you don’t lose pay,” she added. “I just need to send people home.”

You didn’t need telling twice. Shutting down your computer and turning off your desk lamp, you opened your desk drawer and grabbed your purse, slipping your phone into it and getting to your feet.

“Try to enjoy the rest of your day,” she said as she gave you a smile and left your office.

The drive home was frustrating, people swerving in and out of traffic, cutting you and other drivers off, forcing you to stomp on the break more than once.

‘Could this day get any worse?’

As if cued by your damning thoughts, the sky opened up, a downpour covering the city as you drove the rest of the way home to your apartment, pulling into the covered garage and into your parking space.

You noticed that Jun’s car was in the second numbered space for your apartment and wondered when he got home. It wasn’t like him to be home this early.

The ride up to your floor was uneventful as a storm started to rage outside, pelting the windows and walls with hard rain, wind whipping around the high rise you called home as you approached your door.

Soft music could be heard inside your apartment you shared with your boyfriend and you wondered what he was up to.

Unlocking the door, you let yourself in where a delicious smell wafted towards you as you stepped into the living area and shut the door behind you. You set your purse aside, slipping off your shoes and jacket and sliding into your house slippers.

You rounded the corner where your boyfriend was working behind the counter, wearing your pink gingham print apron with a heart top and ruffles. You took in the sight as he bustled about, checking various cookware on the stove.

He finally turned and a wide smile spread across his face. “You’re home!” He said with a cheerful tone, crossing the distance to press a kiss to your cheek.

“What is all this?” You asked, looking behind him at the stove. “It’s not ready yet,” he said, turning you towards the hall that led to the bedroom. “I’m sure you want to get changed so go do that, bao bei. Let me handle this.”

He gave you a gentle push and turned to head back to the kitchen before whipping back around quickly. “Just stay out of the bathroom!”

You gave him a peculiar look before conceding and heading to the bedroom to change out of your work clothes, pulling on a sweatshirt and shorts before returning to the kitchen to watch your boyfriend cook.

“I didn’t expect you so soon,” he admitted as he worked, glancing over his shoulder as you sat at the kitchen island. “My supervisor said we were over in hours so I got to leave early,” you answered.

“Which reminds me,” you said as you got up and headed over to your purse.

You pulled out a small gift box and snuck back to the kitchen where your boyfriend was facing away. “I got something for you,” you called out to him. He turned to look at you and set down the spoon in his hand, walking over to where you stood.

You whipped out the box and held it up. “Ta-dah!” You said excitedly. “I’m sorry I didn’t have time to make them myself but work has been so busy and stressful lately and I—” Jun, who had taken the box from you, looking at it silently quickly pressed a kiss to your lips, cutting you off.

“I don’t care if you made them or bought them,” he said softly. “Thank you, beautiful.” Your cheeks flushed as he kissed your forehead and set the box on the island and moved back to the stove.

“I’ll get this done and then we can eat,” he said over his shoulder as you returned to your seat. “Do you want some wine?”

Dinner was finished soon after and you sat down at the small table with Jun, trying not to blush furiously as he set the table quickly with a vase full of roses. “Juuuun,” you whined as he finished lighting two candles. “You didn’t have to do this!”

He gave you a cheeky smile as he sat down. “Actually, I did,” he answered.

Your eyes narrowed. “Why? Did you do something?” You asked, suddenly suspicious as he took a sip of his wine. “No!” He said indignantly. “Then what’s going on in the bathroom?” You asked as he started to eat. “Nothing! Well, not nothing. You’ll see. Eat your dinner,” he said pointing at you with his chopsticks.

You decided to drop the subject in favor of eating because you actually were starving, having skipped lunch due to the volume of work you had and the lack of time between meetings.

While you ate, Jun asked you about your day, listening to your struggles and stresses of office based work. You asked him about his day and he admitted he had a very short day in comparison at the PLEDIS building. They didn’t have any schedules so most of their time was spent just messing around the practice rooms.

“Cheol said he didn’t need us to stay longer than necessary and since I’m one of the few members with a significant other, he let me go early.”

You were grateful Seungcheol was so understanding of his members’ lives outside of Seventeen and that he knew how important time with your boyfriend was not just to you but to Jun as well.

“Are you finished?” Jun asked, drawing your attention out of your thoughts. You nodded, thanking him as he got up and took your empty plate. “Thank you, babe, it was delicious.” You saw how the tips of his ears turned red when you complimented him, just another one of those Jun things you loved so much.

You got to your feet, following him to the kitchen as he set your plates in the dishwasher and started cleaning up. “Let me help,” you said, moving to grab the storage containers you kept in the far cabinet.

The two of you silently packed up the leftovers and while you put them in the fridge, Jun put the used cookware in the dishwasher. You were closing the door when you felt Jun’s arms wrap around your waist, his chin resting on your shoulder. “Thank you for helping me clean up,” he said softly.

You turned in his grip, moving your arms to rest on his shoulders. “Thank you for all this, lǎo gōng,” you murmured, leaning in to press your lips to his. You knew he couldn’t control himself when you called him that but for some reason, he simply blushed and kissed you back softly.

“I have something else for you,” he muttered in between kisses. “What’s that?” You wondered, smiling against his lips.

“Let me show you,” he whispered, lips moving across your cheek to your ear. “I think you’re gonna like it.”

Chills went up your spine as his breath tickled your skin but suddenly there was a loud crack of thunder and the room was plunged into darkness. You cried out in shock, feeling Jun’s grip on you tighten.

“It’s alright, sweetheart,” he said softly, moving in the dark. You heard the sound of the drawer open and suddenly a beam of light appeared. “This is why we have flashlights,” he said with a smirk.

Keeping his hand on your lower back, he guided you through the dark apartment to your bedroom where he took your hand and placed it on his waist. You grabbed the material of his shirt as he walked carefully over to the door leading to your bathroom and opened it.

Inside was like some sort of scene from a romantic movie.

There were candles on the bathroom counter, a couple on the back edge of the bathtub and rose petals spread across the floor and floating in the water.

“I might need to get more candles,” Jun murmured as he looked around the room. “I’ll be right back,” he added, disappearing from the room as you stepped further in, taking in the sight.

You had no idea Jun was such a hard romantic as he’d never done anything even remotely like this. Normally your Valentine’s were spent at a fancy restaurant and maybe he’d book a hotel for the night or you’d come back home but this?

This was beyond anything he’d done for you before.

Your boyfriend returned moments later with more candles and you helped set them up and watched as he lit them, filling the room with more warm flickering light.

“I know work has been stressful for you the last couple weeks,” he started, moving to take your waist in his hands. “And I wanted to do something nice for you. So I asked some of the others what their partners like and they all mentioned a nice relaxing bath.”

You wound your arms around his neck and pulled him close, kissing him. “Thank you lǎo gōng,” you replied with a smile. “That’s not all,” he admitted. “Joshua said something about a massage.”

You watched as he slipped from your grip and walked over to the counter, pulling open a drawer and pulling out a bottle of massage oil. Your cheeks burned in the dim glow of the candle light. “A massage?”

Jun nodded. “I can imagine you’re probably very tense, so I thought I could help you relax. A shy smile formed on your face at his admission. “You’ve really thought of everything, haven’t you?”

“Of course,” he answered. “Now, hurry up and get in the bath,” he added.

You hesitated but you weren’t sure why. Jun had seen you naked plenty of times and you’d even showered together a multitude of times so why were you suddenly nervous?

Jun turned to face you, a sly smile appearing. “Are you being shy right now?” He asked, crossing to stand in front of you. “No,” you lied, shaking your head.

“If you needed my help, you could have just asked,” he said, one hand moving to your back and pulling you flush against him while the other moved up to the side of your neck, his thumb caressing your cheek gently.

“Do you want me to help?” He asked softly. You weren’t sure what had gotten into you but you nodded in response, cheeks burning as he chuckled, both hands moving to the hem of your sweatshirt.

“Lift your arms for me,” he instructed, saying nothing more as you did and pulling your sweatshirt off, leaving your chest exposed to him. “God,” he breathed, eyes roaming over your body. “You are so gorgeous.”

Your cheeks burned under his gaze and his praise. It was no secret that Jun loved your body. Every inch of it and he made a point almost daily to remind you how much he loved you and how beautiful you were to him.

Noticing your flushed cheeks, he chose not to comment on them, instead continuing to undress you. “Do you want me to keep going?” Jun asked, his hands toying with the waistband of your shorts.

“Or do you want to do it yourself?”

You shook your head, not wanting to lose the feeling of his hands on your body even if they were about to be all over you in a moment. “Then turn around for me,” he whispered, waiting for you to do so.

Once your back was to him, you felt his fingers slip under the elastic of your shorts, pulling them down along with your panties until they fell to your feet. “I’ll take care of these,” he said, grabbing your discarded clothes. “You get in the tub.”

Jun disappeared into the bedroom while you walked over to the tub.

One thing that drew you to this apartment when you and Jun first started looking was the bathroom, particularly this bathtub. It was a large, deep tub with jets but the best feature and probably what sold you on the apartment in the end, was the temperature control and timer.

The tub allowed you to set a time, fill level, and had a temperature control function to keep the water hot for hours. Jun clearly had filled the tub much earlier and kept the temperature control on while he cooked and the two of you ate because as you stepped into the water, the heat was as if he’d just run it.

You lowered yourself down, leaning against the white tub pillow and sighed in relief as the hot water instantly started to soothe and relax you.

Jun returned a moment later and moved to sit on the edge of the tub, dipping a hand into the water briefly. “That temperature control feature is really something,” he said with a chuckle as he stood up and crossed to the counter, grabbing the oil and returning to sit on the side of the tub.

“Can you sit up for me?” He asked, popping open the top and pouring a small amount onto his palm. You sat up as he set the bottle aside and warmed up the oil in his hands before his hands moved to your shoulders, starting to knead and work out the knots in your muscles.

You hadn’t realized how tense you’d been but as Jun slowly worked on your shoulders and neck, it became apparent you’d gone too long without a massage.

“You are unbelievably tense,” he noted as his hands started to work down your shoulder blades, kneading your back muscles with his knuckles and smoothing them with the palms of his hands.

The pain had subsided at this point and now you were left with just a pleasurable feeling of his hands on your body. When he was done working on what he could reach on your back, his hands moved back up to your shoulder. One hand massaged along your shoulder and neck while the other moved down your arm.

You gasped when his hand zipped down your body, darting between your thighs while the other continued to massage your neck. “Jun!” You admonished but your words fell short when you felt his fingers against your sex, finding your clit and starting to draw slow circles.

“Shh,” he whispered. “I’m not done with your massage,” he added as his fingers moved quicker, the hand on your shoulder stopping as he focused his attention between your thighs.

You let out a soft moan as his fingers dipped lower, finding your slit and slipped inside, forcing a louder moan past your lips. “Jun—” you tried to speak but his hand dipped lower, pushing more of his fingers inside you, curling them and making your back arch. “Just let me take care of you,” he murmured.

“You always do so much for me, it’s my turn to do something for you.”

You let out a whimper as his fingers continued to move, dragging against your walls as he pumped them slowly, the water hindering his movements slightly.

“Your shirt is getting wet,” you commented, noticing how the bath water started to soak his sleeve while his hand was dipped far below the surface. “I don’t really care,” he chuckled, his thumb dragging over your clit as his fingers continued to move.

“You could always join me,” you gasped, biting your bottom lip to hold back a moan. “If I do,” Jun started slowly. “Will you stop holding back those beautiful sounds you make?” You nodded in response, anything to get him in the tub with you.

Jun pulled his hand free and stripped himself to his shirt, tossing it to the floor before pushing his pants and underwear down together and discarding them on the floor.

He stepped into the hot water, lowering himself between your spread thighs and leaned in, pressing his lips to yours as one hand steadied himself on the edge of the bathtub, the other disappearing under the water and between your thighs again.

You moaned against his lips as he resumed his motions from before, thumb working against your clit as his fingers disappeared inside your warm cunt. “Is it bad that I kind of want to fuck you in the bath?” He asked, pulling back just enough to watch your brow furrow from the pleasure he was giving you.

“Please,” you whispered. “I want you so bad, Jun,” you moaned as his fingers curled against your walls, pushing you closer to the edge.

“How can I deny you when you say it like that?” He asked, pulling his fingers from your pussy. “Do you want to ride me? Or do you want me to take you from behind?” He asked softly. Without a word, you moved, the water around you sloshing in the tub as you straddled his lap, your sex brushing against his hard cock.

“So eager,” he mused as you wasted no time in lining the head of his cock with your entrance and sank down on him, hands resting on his shoulders. One of his hands moved to your back, the other to the back of your head as your forehead fell against his shoulder.

“That’s it,” he groaned as your walls clenched around him. “Take your time, baby.”

You felt his hands moved, sliding down to your hips, squeezing before moving to your ass and gripping it tightly. “God I love this ass,” he rasped out, making your cheeks burn for what felt like the hundredth time.

“I could play with it for hours,” he added, kneading and massaging the flesh. “So soft,” he whispered. “Jun, stop, you’re making me hot,” you whined when he chuckled. “That’s the idea, bao bei,” he murmured.

You ignored his comments and instead focused on the feeling of his cock buried inside you but even then he couldn’t let you have that.

Though your body needed time to adjust to the intrusion, your brain said no and you started rolling your hips, your clit grinding against him as his cock barely moved against your walls.

“You feel so good around me,” he whispered, his hands moving up your back, water dripping from his skin and hitting the surface with soft plops. “It’s like you were made for me.” Your face flushed as your heart swelled with his words.

“You’re being awfully affectionate,” you noted. Jun merely smiled, kissing along your jaw. “What can I say?” He asked quietly. “I love my beautiful girlfriend and I love reminding her of how beautiful she is.”

“Fuck, I won’t last if you keep doing that,” Jun gasped as you squeezed your cunt around his length, lifting your hips at the same time. “You’re gonna kill me, Y/N.”

The water moved around both of your bodies as you set a slow but steady rhythm, your movement hindered by the water. “Keep going,” Jun encouraged, fingers tangling in your hair as you rode him. He tugged gently, tilting your head back so he could kiss and nip softly at your skin. “Don’t hold back those pretty sounds.”

You let out a moan as you felt his teeth sink into the skin of your shoulder. He was very much into biting and marking you when you had sex. You always came out of it covered in love bites and hickeys while you couldn’t do the same to him.

At least, not in places that would be seen. His neck, chest, and shoulders were off limits but his thighs and hips were fair game and you’d left your share of marks on him in those places.

“Jun,” you whined. “‘M so tired,” you groaned, your thighs starting to burn. Sex was a workout on its own, but trying to do what you usually did in bed in a tub full of water made it much more cumbersome.

“I know, angel,” he murmured. “Let me.”

You whimpered as he guided you off him and turned you to face the edge of the tub. Without another word, he slipped back inside you from behind and took over, pushing your chest against the edge of the tub as he thrust into you.

It was an unconventional position but he made it work, ignoring the water that spilled over the edge of the tub onto the tiled floor. He’d clean it up later. Right now your orgasm was more important to him.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” You cried out as your climax washed over you, Jun following quickly as he released into you, his sticky seed painting your walls white as you rode out your highs together.

He stilled inside you, hips pressed flush against your ass as his teeth grazed your skin, leaving as many love bites and hickeys on your skin as he could.

“There’s so much water on the floor,” you complained. Jun mumbled in response, kissing the bite marks he’d left behind as he came down from his climax. “S’okay. I’ll clean it up later.”

“Later?” You asked as he pulled out of you. “It’s still Valentine’s Day,” he said simply as he got up, pulled the plug on the tub and stepped carefully out of the tub onto the floor.

He offered his hand which you took and allowed him to help you out of the tub.

Once you were on common ground, his hands were on your waist, lips descending on yours in a rushed and desperate kiss, his tongue finding yours and one hand moving to cup the back of your neck, deepening the kiss before finally pulling away to breathe. He gave you a devilish grin.

“And I’m not done with you yet.”

[tulippanes]

𝐍𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐘 𝐃𝐎𝐆

vi. — introductions, finally

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"Did you bring my money?" Koushi flinches and immediately avoids eye contact. That little bet yesterday had you gaining 25 dollars. That's what's supposed to happen if he had brought you your damn money. He didn't have the money yesterday—his words—and now you're starting to think he just did the bet because he actually thought he would win.

Of course, he was no help bathing Hank. You did 99.9% of it on your own. At least the little corgi turned out smelling good after he was all dry. Clean and shiny. You trimmed his nails too, which he usually doesn't give any difficulty on. Surprisingly, he'll give you a hell of a time when it comes to bathing but trimming his nails he's a good boy. What a weird dog. Cute, but weird.

Koushi glances over at you before going back to wash the dog bowls. "Huh? What? I forgot it," he says. Your eyes narrow at him.

"Yeah that's what you said yesterday," you spit back at him.

"And I forgot it again today," he retorts. He narrows his eyes back at you.

"I want my money."

"I have leverage over you."

"What leverage?" The two jump at the sound of Kanoka's voice and turn to look at her. She simply smiles while glancing between the two.

"Nothing." Both you and Koushi state at the same time. He goes back to washing the dog bowls and you leave the kitchen. Kanoka trails after you, unsurprisingly.

"What leverage?" she asks again. You didn't think Kanoka of all people would be persistent. Who were you kidding? They were all persistent when it came to subjects they were curious about.

"What are you talking about?" you fein ignorance.

"Koushi said he has leverage over you."

"Uh. No. Why are you listening in to our conversations? Didn't you have something to do in the kitchen?" you ask. Suspicion is written all over her face.

"He said leverage," the tall girl continues to persist.

"Who said leverage?" Hitoka perks up as she walks towards the both of you.

"Koushi said he has leverage over [Name]," Kanoka explains. You want to rip your hair out.

"Why does he have leverage over you?" Hitoka asks, turning to face you.

You groan, "He doesn't."

"But she said Koushi has leverage over you," Hitoka says.

"Koushi has leverage over you?" Tadashi joins in with a grin.

"No– Why do you sound sick? Okay, hold on. Where the hell are you guys coming from?"

"What are you all doing?" Yui questions. She walks towards your group, whom of which were crowding around you. They all immediately disperse and head back towards whatever they were doing before. Some breathing room was given, all thanks to your wonderful and magnificent supervisor. How thankful you are for this blessing in disguise.

You sigh in relief. Yui lets out a huff of amusement. "They're a little nosy, huh?" she says.

"Extremely."

"Oh, can you throw out the trash for me? You should go out through the front though. A dog had an accident right by the door out back," Yui states. That's odd. Most of the dogs aren't really allowed out back nor do they ever head back there. Oh well. They were still dogs after all. You'll take your own dogs out for their walk a little earlier today. You were already going to take out the trash as requested, so why not?

When you head to grab the trash bags, you fail to notice Koushi strolling up to Yui with a skeptical expression. "A dog didn't have an accident out back."

She's startled at his sudden appearance. "You all really are nosy," she huffs.

"Do you know something?" he asks.

"I know a lot more than you that's for sure." She grins then proceeds to walk off. He's quick to follow her, not letting up.

"You're barely in the group chat."

"Doesn't mean I don't read the messages. I've got eyes everywhere, don't you know?"

"You're messing with me," Koushi grumbles. Yui shrugs with a small laugh. These prying little coworkers of hers are quite the entertainment.

He's been casually walking past this doggie daycare five times now. Emphasis on the casually because he wasn't being casual at all. He was the opposite of discreet. After being cut off from their conversation yesterday, he wanted to see her just one more time. Only to get her name is all. He stares up at the sign that hung above. He went straight towards this place instead of going to the gym per usual; his legs had a mind of its own it seems and they took him here. The Bone Zone, he remembers when she pointed at this place the first time they ever met. Which... Wasn't even that long ago. It was like last week.

That's besides the point. He's allowed to reminiscence about it.

The front doors suddenly open and he's met with that same old corgi, Hank from what he recalls. The little dog realizes it's him and it yips, trying to run towards him but is restrained by its leash. The two other dogs beside Hank were a lot calmer. Well, just one actually. The golden one—seeing the way Hank got excited—started to get just as excited as well. It's comical how the other dog with the curls was the only one that seems at peace.

He sees her coming out, the leashes of the dogs in one hand and a trash bag in the other. She looks to be struggling and the corgi's tugging probably wasn't helping. Rushing over to her, he swiftly takes the trash bag from her hand. The widen of her eyes before they soften ever so slightly as she gazes at him.. It has his heart instantly thumping against his chest.

"Hey! You visiting me or something?" she playfully says. It's just a little teasing yet he almost blurts out a yes. That he did come to see her. Again, only to get her name. That was it.

"Ha. Maybe," he replies. She snickers in return.

"You're always helping me. First with Hank, now taking out the trash? You're like a white knight," she chirps. She nods her head as an indication to follow her towards the dumpster behind the Bone Zone. His grip on the trash bag turns a little tighter and he purses his lips. She says things that she probably doesn't even know gets him all hot in the face. It's really embarrassing but it makes him feel good.

He clears his throat once they reach the dumpster and he tosses the trash bag inside. He hears her command the three dogs to sit. "I never– Uh. Got your name," he says awkwardly.

She blinks, "You didn't? Oh! Right! Koushi interrupted." Her name escapes past her lips and he repeats it back to her. She nods eagerly with that bright smile on her face that can light up any dim room. That may or may not light up his own world. He cringes at the thought. She's making him think stupid cheesy stuff.

"Well? What about you?"

"Huh?"

"Your name, silly!" she laughs. He can't help but let out a little huff of amusement himself.

"Hajime."

"Hajime, huh?" she hums, "Hajime. Hajime. Hajime." He's can feel himself grow bashful at the way she continuously repeats his name. He likes it but it makes him nervous. He likes hearing her say his name.

"Haji!" He flinches at the nickname. It's reminding him of those three idiots. Ugh, he can see them now giggling and poking fun at him. Hajime shudders and quickly shakes off those thoughts. He doesn't think he really wants her to call him that, his dumb friends will continuously pop up in his mind if she does.

"Can I call you that?"

"Yes." Damn it. He can't take it back now, not when she looks so happy. The corgi barks and the golden one follows in return. She looks down at the two

"I was just about to take them out for a walk! Wanna come along? If you're willing to lend another helping hand... Again," she says with a sheepish look.

He doesn't mind. He doesn't mind at all. In fact he was hoping she'd ask. Of course, he was here to get her name but since she asked so kindly he couldn't say no! That'd be rude. It 100% was not because he wanted to spend time with her, to linger in her presence a bit longer. "I'll go. I haven't done my workout yet anyway." Maybe it was a bad idea to say so.

She lets out a small gasp, "You haven't? Is that why you were in front of the door, you were walking to the gym? Why didn't you say so? I wouldn't have kept you! I don't wanna ruin your routine."

"No!" he coughs, "Uhm. I meant like no, I really want to spend time with you– uh, help you out. Help out." He doesn't know if she decided to ignore the part where he said he wanted to hang out with her just for his sake, or maybe she really didn't hear it. But she moves on from the topic.

"Okay, we're just heading to the park nearby anyway. But you don't have to walk with me the whole time. You can leave whenever," she insists. As if he'd even think about leaving. He didn't think about leaving last time they went on that quick little walk, why would he want to now?

He glances at the three dogs as they stand up from their sitting positions when she motions for them to do so. They walk side by side and his movements feel insanely robotic. Why he's so stiff, he has no clue. He was as awkward during their first time walking together, maybe even more so now. They turn the corner after exiting the back area where the dumpster was. He simply follows where she's going since she seems to do this every day.

Hajime reaches out his hand, grabbing one of the leashes from her. He just so happens to have gotten Hank's leash and the small dog seems to happily walk beside him. He hears her protest, "You don't have to–"

"It's fine. I'm here to lend a helping hand, aren't I?" he quotes her. She blinks, staring at him for a moment. A soft laugh erupts from her.

"Yeah.. I did say that, huh?" she says and lightly nudges his side with her elbow. He lets out an incoherent noise, one that sounds like a snort. She glances over at him, furrowing her brows. Fuck, this is so embarrassing.

That cheeky grin that spreads across her face isn't helping either. "Hajime.. Are you ticklish?" she asks quietly as if it were some sworn secret.

"No– No," he stutters. He looks to the side where the cars were passing by while they walked on the sidewalk. He was on the outside and her on the inside. How generous of him, acting like such a gentleman. When she leans in closer ever so slightly, Hajime leans back. He cannot handle being any closer to her than he already is. Who knows what he might—No. He's not going to finish that thought.

"You totally are! No way. I didn't think of you as the ticklish type."

He's confused, "Why not?"

"You're just so.. Serious looking," she shrugs. Oh.

She switches the two leashes of the big dogs to hold in her other hand. Her right arm reaches behind him and pokes his right side. "Are you ticklish here too?"

He quickly grasps her wrist, his face burning with embarrassment. "You're... Very curious," he tries to put lightly. He lets go of her wrist and she sheepishly smiles.

"You can say some people rub it off on me," she mutters. "Anyway! I'll keep that in mind."

"Huh? Why would—"

"Oh look! It's there," she states as she points towards the small little park up ahead. She really has a knack for cutting him off and changing the subject. They quickly cross the street on the crosswalk before arriving at the park. The small familiar area was quite empty. He recalls that she said she always takes the dogs on walks here.

She leans down to unhook them from their leash and watches them run off. "You can let him go."

"I thought you weren't allowed to unless it was a dog park?"

"Well, yeah. But usually there isn't anyone around so it's safe to. Unless there's more people than usual then we don't. As long as we don't get caught or something," she states with a wink. Hajime looks around, it is deserted. Maybe because it's also quite early in the morning. He lets Hank go from the leash and the little corgi rushes towards the other two dogs.

He takes a swift glimpse at her and she looks so at ease as she observes the three dogs playing. He wonders, what is she thinking about? What goes on through her mind? What are her days like? There's a chance he's getting too ahead of himself especially with how little they recognize one another. However, is it not normal to want to get to know a person you're interested in?

"Haji?" The voice of her calling out to him makes him snap out of his thoughts. His gaze his fixated on her while she continues stare at the dogs under her care. Okay, he'll admit he's interested in her in some way.

"Yes?"

"Wanna go down the slide?"

"Sorry, what?" The question was so sudden, so random he thought he was hearing things.

She calls the three dogs over and the animals stop their playing, perking up and trotting over to them. "The slide. C'mon," she says as she leads him towards the slide at the playground. She climbs up the stairs and signals for the dogs to do the same. She then crouches down and pats the space at the top of the slide. The golden dog happily steps up, panting as it eagerly slides down and hops off. Its tail wags and stands beside Hajime who wasn't too far off. The curly-haired dog slid down not long after, shaking itself off from head to tail and walking to sit beside the golden one.

Hank was up next but he barks straight at Hajime. "He probably wants you to slide down with him."

"What? No, maybe he just wants to get down." Said dog barks two more times before whining. She raises a brow expectantly.

The golden dog beside him barks as well, nudging its nose into his knee while the other one exhales through its nose. "Alright.." He walks over towards the play area, climbing up the stairs and he reaches the top. Hank jumps up, setting his front paws on his legs. He looks over at her, she was still crouched down. She gives him a reassuring smile.

"He won't bite. Probably," she teases.

He carefully grabs the corgi and holds him in his arms. It's as if he hasn't held the small animal twice now but it feels different this time. Most likely due to the circumstances, while he only held Hank to catch him for the sake of helping; this time it's out of pure... Fun, he supposes. With the small dog securely in his arms he sits and pushes himself down the slide. He sits at the end, allowing Hank to jump out of his arms and safely back onto ground.

The three dogs go back to the grassy area to continue to play with one another then Hajime suddenly feels something collide with his back. He lets our a soft grunt and looks over his shoulder only to see her peering back at him. "Couldn't wait to let me get off?"

"I'm impatient, y'know?" she hums. He shakes his head, the smallest of smiles grazing his lips as he stands up off the slide. She does so as well and examines the three dogs in the near distance.

"You're not worried they'll trample over Hank?" he asks. She knows he's referring to the other two dogs which were practically twice the corgi's size.

"I was.. At first. But they're trained well by their owners. Usually those two are a lot gentler with Hank. I wouldn't still have them together if I had issues. Besides, I always make sure to supervise them. If there was a problem, I'd intervene," she says. He has been seeing her keep a close eye on them ever since they got off their leashes.

A pleased expression takes over her, "They're smart dogs."

"They are."

"You curious about the other two or something?" she queries.

"I am." In the corner of his eye, he can see her cast a fleeting glance at him. She almost looks taken aback. He can't really find a reason on why she would be.

"Oh, uh. The golden one is a golden retriever, that much is obvious. His name is Lucky. The one with curly hair is a poodle and her name is Zuzu," she explains as she points at towards the two other dogs.

"So that one's a girl," he says, more so to himself.

"Uh-huh," she nods. Hajime checks the time, it was almost ten. He doesn't notice her peeking over his shoulder until he turns and he recoils back.

She visibly holds back a giggle. "We should head back. I wouldn't want to waste too much of your time," she says. She's always saying how she wouldn't want to waste his time and yadda yadda. When in fact, he really does like spending time with her. No matter how little it is.

"Oh, hey! You work don't you? What do you work as?" she questions.

"Did I... Never tell you?" She shakes her head at his question. Huh. He could've sworn he did.

"I'm an athletic trainer."

"Woah! Don't you have to work a lot then? How come you have this much free time?"

"..That's a secret." A small smirk graces his lips and she stares dumbfounded at him. She opens her mouth to ask something but then purses her lips. She then huffs and calls the dogs back over, the three rushing over towards them. She hooks Lucky and Zuzu on their leashes while he hooks Hank onto his.

They walk back towards where the daycare was. The walk back will always be shorter than the walk towards a destination. Hajime hates it. "Are you still gonna go to the gym? I'll walk you there! I wanna walk them around the neighborhood so they can be outside a little longer," she beams. He wasn't planning to go to the gym but since she's offering.. He can get a quick workout in. He agrees but when they arrive near the Bone Zone, she subtly urges him to walk a little faster when they past by the entrance.

It isn't really subtle since he notices it, especially with the way she frequently glances over as if anyone will pop out any minute. He doesn't comment on it. When they arrive at the gym he frequents, he hands Hank's leash over to her. "Thank you," he states.

"Huh? What for? I should be thanking you!" she retorts.

He leans in a little closer, close enough where she can see that faint little smile he has. "I had fun," he quietly utters. He then playfully nudges her side, just as she did to him. She lets out a surprised squeak and before she can say anything else, he's already heading inside.

"What the.." she mumbles as she watches him practically scurry off.

Hajime feels like he should've done something, asked for something. But he doesn't know what. Oh well. It'll come to mind eventually.

You finished doing a lap around the neighborhood and you're back at the Bone Zone, slaving away at work. You were playing with Hank and Lucky, Zuzu laying beside you. You think back to earlier, the way Hajime ran off and you quietly chuckle to yourself.

"What are you laughing about?"

You whip your head around only to see the devil himself, Koushi. You look up at him from your spot on the ground as he towers over you. "I'm laughing at my dogs. Because they're just so funny."

"Something happened."

"Nothing happened," you insist. He continues to eyeball you for a moment longer. You two have a stare down and he continues to interrogate.

"What took you so long to take out the trash?"

"I went to take the dogs on a walk. Duh."

"You didn't bump into anyone? No one at all?" Does he have a sixth sense for this thing? Actually, do all of them have one? You recollect that Kanoka said something about a [Name] tingle. What the hell is wrong with these guys?

"Look, one of your dogs is eating stuffing," you point towards said dog who ripped apart a toy and was now eating the inside fluff of it. He immediately spins around and runs over, reprimanding it.

You snicker and turn towards your own dogs, only to see them staring at you. "What? It's a secret between us, okay?" you say and place a finger up to your lips. Hank and Lucky go back to playing with their perspective toys. Zuzu lays her head back down and you gently run your fingers through her fur.

Having that walk with Hajime was fun. He's fun. Thoughts of today, being at the park with him, doesn't leave your mind and... It's nice to know he has a little playful side to him. It's nice that he listens to you, and that he's actually curious about you. That he doesn't dismiss you, or doesn't mind your little ramblings. That he actually puts effort into talking to you.

So yeah, he's pretty fun.

𝐏𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐈𝐏𝐒:

• Koushi did in fact, have your money but he's not giving up those 25$

• Yui knows about all your encounters with Hajime, she just so conveniently happened to be taking out the trash every time it happened

• She also knew he was outside the Bone Zone walking back and forth like an idiot

• I like to think Hajime is insanely ticklish bc its a funny thought

• Mf was so embarrassed after saying goodbye to you that he took out all of it on the treadmill

• Ending is slight indication of how much Hajime and your ex are polar opposites

• Did Hajime google if time travel was real? We'll never know.

a/n did u miss me was i missed i'd hope so😞 im SO so sorry for the delay its been like 3 weeks and i've been putting it off last week was so shitty and i've had sm on my plate im gonna go insane so i hope this 3 chapter release will make up for it�� i also have the other chapters planned out to be released the rest of the week so😜 written portion is slightly proofread... I wanna flesh out my writing a lot more so hopefully it improves in the upcoming chapters

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Collision | Chapter 26

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Story Description: (Y/N) Uley is back home after being away for four years. Her life is at its first standstill and she is taking this time to find out who she is without school. But she never thought that coming back to the reservation would turn her whole life around. In the midst of secrets and mystery, a man crashes into (Y/N)’s and her life will never be the same.

A/N: this chapter took far longer than I expected to finish, and it also came out longer than I expected too.

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“So, what do you think? Should I go?”

(Y/N) hugged her knees to her chest. Although it wasn’t cold outside, there was a chill that had settled in the town since the return of the Cullens. It had seeped into the reservation, putting everyone on edge, especially the wolves. Patrols had doubled, and the inevitability of more kids turning hung over them like a dark cloud.

“I honestly couldn’t tell you, (Y/N),” Sam sighed. She could tell he was tired. Sleeplessness clung to his eyes, and stress was evident in the line of his furrowed eyebrows. “I mean, if you weren’t my sister and you didn’t care for the guy, I’d tell you to let him rot. But I know you do care about him, even if you don’t want to admit it. And I know you’ll regret it if something happens to him, and you could have done something to help him.”

“So, you do think I should go.”

“Bean, that’s your decision at the end of the day,” he said. “Only you can decide that.”

“He hurt me, Sam,” she said through shuddering breaths. “He broke my heart like no one has before. But I can’t let him just waste away while his family is suffering. I just can’t.”

“And that’s okay, (Y/N),” he comforted, taking her into a tight hug. “That guy doesn’t deserve a single shred of dignity you show him, but I’m so proud of who you are as a person. No one in that family could ever have an ounce of the compassion you have for them.”

“They’re not that bad,” (Y/N) chuckled. “At least not all of them.”

“All the same to me,” he shrugged. “Just be careful, okay? That guy already hurt you once. I won’t allow him to hurt you again.”

“Thanks, Sam,” she grinned. “What did I do to have the best brother in the world?”

“I ask myself that every day of my life.”

“It’s good to know you’re humble,” she scoffed jokingly. “That’s a great trait to have as an alpha.”

“I know,” he laughed. “I do have one question for you, (Y/N).”

“Shoot.”

“What about the other guy at the hospital that you give googly eyes to?” he asked, knocking the air from (Y/N)’s lungs. “You know, the one that came to Harry’s funeral.”

“W-who?” the girl stammered, knowing her heart would be evidence enough that she knew exactly what her brother was talking about. “Do you mean Eden? He’s my supervisor, that’s all.”

“Well, we both know how well you get along with supervisors,” he teased. “No, but, seriously, what’s going on there? I mean, he showed up at Harry’s funeral and was asking how you were doing. I don’t know about you, but I already like him.”

“You should ask him out then,” she chuckled. “I heard he’s single.”

“Thanks, but I’m taken. Although, I wouldn’t mind dating a doctor,” her brother joked. “But is there something there?”

Saying the words out loud would only cement what (Y/N) already knew, and she wasn’t sure if she was ready to do that just yet. Her feelings had gone on a neck-wrecking rollercoaster in the past few months, and she had yet to recover completely. Admitting to Sam what she had started feeling for Eden would mean there would be she wouldn’t be the only one to know her heart had opened to someone else—even if it still beat for another person.

But she couldn’t lie. Not to Sam, at least. Not anymore. “I kind of like him,” she confessed, her cheeks flushing red at her words. “I’m not sure when it happened, but I can’t get him out of my head.”

“Does that mean you’re over Dr. Dead?”

“Sam…”

“Sorry,” he chuckled as he slouched in the seat. “I’m just joking—a little. But the question still stands.”

“Not really,” she sighed, confessing without a fight. “I just don’t think I can go back to him. Of course, I want him to be safe and with his family. But, I want to try to pass that page after he’s back home. As much as I still love him, I can’t allow him back in my life—I just can’t.”

(Y/N) didn’t know she was crying until she felt Sam wipe away the tears that had fallen before wrapping her in another hug. “I’m proud of you, Bean,” he said. “He has no idea what he’s lost. It’s about time you get out there and live your life, (Y/N). You’ve got so much to give, and you’ve only just begun.”

She spent the rest of the morning preparing herself mentally to go over to the Cullen house for the first time in over six months. If she said she was ready to face the family, she would be lying. Given how she had reacted when she saw Alice and how she felt when she met with Esme, there was no way she could tell what her reaction would be once she was there.

Up until the last second, she had psyched herself out. (Y/N) told herself not to go, to let them suffer like she had for even a fraction of the time. But once she was in her truck, there was no going back for her. Even if they deserved it, she would not allow that family to fall apart. Not if she could help it.

The ground crackled under her as she slowed to a stop, and she was sure everyone who was inside the house knew she had arrived. A sense of déjà vu washed over her as she remembered the first time she had come to the home. (Y/N) had been excited, if not a little nervous to be there. She had felt unworthy of gracing the high ceilings and modern décor of the Cullen house. The grandness of the space had made her wary of her presence there, as though she wasn’t important enough to walk its halls.

That afternoon she saw how wrong she had been. The house had little to no importance and nothing, and no one, inside could determine her worth. It had just four walls and expensive furniture barely used by vampires who had no real sense of integrity. There was nothing to be intimidated by. Not anymore.

Esme opened the front door as (Y/N) exited her car, a smile of relief spread across her mouth. The woman stopped herself from rushing to hug the girl like she wanted. There was no closeness between them anymore, no familiarity. It had all died the moment she had left without another word. If there were to be a relationship again, it would have to be rebuilt once more, stone by very heavy stone.

“(Y/N),” Esme sighed in relief. “You came.”

“I did,” she replied, accepting the woman’s offer to enter the house. “I couldn’t stand by while you and the family suffered with this. I could never be that heartless.”

“O-of course,” the vampire chuckled awkwardly. “I asked the kids to leave the house so we could talk peacefully.”

“Great. Thanks.”

“Uh, um, do you want anything? Water or something?”

“I’m fine, Esme,” (Y/N) said. “I just want to know everything you do so we can get Carlisle home, okay?”

“Yes, y-yes,” she stammered as she joined (Y/N) on the couch. “Uh, where do you want to start?”

The Uley girl had never seen Esme so flustered. She was sure if the woman was still human, her cheeks would be flushed, and she’d be trembling with nervousness. Long gone was the confident woman who had welcomed her into her home a long time before. In her place stood a nervous wreck who had no clue how to treat (Y/N)—they weren’t friends, they weren’t strangers.

“Start with Ithaca, the day he left,” (Y/N) recalled. “You said he wasn’t himself.”

“Yes, well, he made sure everything was well with the house,” she started. "He changed all the locks, checked all the areas surrounding the house, and then he spent a long time locked in his office. No one could really tell what he was doing—we assumed it had something to do with his new job.”

“Did you find out what he was doing?”

“He was making sure all of our financials were up to date, and all our assets were secure,” she replied. “Carlisle was ensuring the family would be okay without him. “I should have known something was wrong,” Esme continued. “He hadn’t been feeding much, and he had been so sad since we left Forks. I know it probably won’t mean anything anymore, but leaving you was the hardest thing he’s had to do, (Y/N). He thought—we all did—that you’d be better off without us here.”

“Let’s refrain from these sentimentalities, Esme. I’m begging you,” the girl pleaded seriously. “I’m not here to hear apologies and excuses. There’s a job to do, and I want to get it over with as soon as possible. Let’s just stick with the facts.”

The words took the brunette aback. (Y/N) was detaching herself emotionally from the situation in order to help her, and she knew she had to respect her decision. But she couldn’t help but feel the sting of her rejection. “Of course. My apologies,” she smiled sadly. “Um, well, after he did all that, he simply said he was going to meet up with an old friend and that he’d see us when he returned. But he never did. Haven’t heard from him since.”

“And this friend of his, do you know them? Have you been able to find them?”

“Yes,” she said. “And, actually, you know her, too.”                                                                             

“Excuse me?”

Before Esme could answer, a face she hadn’t seen in years appeared before them.

(Y/N) blinked a few times, thinking her mind was playing tricks on her. Before her was not only someone she knew, but it was the only person in her school she had ever allowed herself to grow close to. A person she had poured her heart out to many a night. Someone who had given her words of encouragement when she was ready to give up. And, as it turns out, wasn’t a persona at all.

“Theo?” (Y/N) questioned, surprise splattered across her face. “What are you doing here? What the hell’s going on?”

“I’m Carlisle’s old friend, (Y/N),” the raven-haired girl said. “I’m a vampire, too.”

“You’re joking, right? This has to be a really bad prank.”

“I know this might be a lot to take in, but it’s true, (Y/N),” Esme added. “Theo is a vampire, just like me and my family. And she’s known Carlisle for longer than I have.”

“I don’t understand what’s happening right now,” (Y/N) declared, jumping from the couch as haphazard thoughts ran through her head. “How long have you guys known about me?” she asked Esme before turning back to Theo. “Did you tell them about me?”

“We didn’t know about you until you came back here,” Esme assured. “The fact that Theo knows you and us is pure coincidence, (Y/N). I can promise you that much.”

“It’s true, (Y/N),” Theo added. “I hadn’t heard from Carlisle in years until he contacted me when he got to New York. I met you at Greenfield by pure chance. I promise there was no sinister plan at play here.”

“This is… this is too much,” she muttered. “You know things, Theo. You’re the only person I’ve ever opened up to other than the Cullens. So, forgive me if this whole thing stinks of rotten bullshit. How am I supposed to trust that when you hid the fact that you were a vampire for two whole years?!”

“You’re right,” Theo admitted. “This does seem like it was planned, but I can assure you it wasn’t. I think if I tell you about my past, you’ll understand a bit better.”

Theo, born Theodora Wright sometime in the 1700s  in England, had been turned the night of her twenty-first birthday. She didn’t remember much of her life before she was bitten, but she remembered that evening vividly. The vampire had been careless. He had stalked her through the shadows of the night, pouncing on her as she made her walk back home after working at her town’s tavern. She remembered how his teeth felt as they sunk into her neck, the grip he held on her neck, and the coldness of his hands. She remembered being too scared to scream and how slowly her body had started to grow weak.

The man had almost drained her body of every drop of blood. Almost. Once he’d satiated his stomach, he’d left her on the street, for her body to be found the next day by an innocent passerby. He hadn’t noticed that her heart was still beating. Faintly, but enough.

The next thing she remembered was waking up to excruciating pain and a ravenous hunger for blood she did not understand. Without much knowledge of what had happened to her, Theo went on a rampage, feeding off any human that she stumbled upon and leaving a bloody trail behind in her small village.

It was then that the Volturi had noticed her. Before they even knew of her ability—something she did not discover herself until then—they had been alerted of a vampire making a mess of a remote English village. They had sent for her to face Aro and his court to make a case for herself before they inevitably killed her. 

She tried to fight them off, but they had sent Jane and Alec to fetch her, and their powers subdued her quickly. Before she knew it, she was facing the black-haired man and his coven. They asked her who had turned her and how many people she had hurt already, but she could not answer either question, for she did not know.

Theo was sure she was going to die when Aro sped toward her and grabbed her hand. At that moment, all she could think of was her little sister, and how she’d be all alone after she was dead.

One second, her eyes were staring into the red of Aro’s, and the next, she was seeing the kitchen of her house. Hands were outstretched before her, but they weren’t hers. They were Catherine’s—there was a distinct scar on her right forearm that couldn’t be mistaken for anyone else’s. She was cooking the porridge Theo always made her, questioning the wind where her sister was and begging to their god that she hadn’t been massacred by the monster that had wiped a quarter of their village.

“Who is that?” the ancient vampire had questioned. “How did you do that?”

“That’s my sister,” Theo answered. “I was just thinking about her, and that happened.”

“What is it, Aro?” Caius asked, his interest finally piqued. “What did you see?”

“This girl is a clairvoyant,” he shrilled. “A remote viewer, to be exact.”

“Truly?”

“Indeed, Marcus,” he said. “Did you know you have the ability to see through other’s eyes, child?”

“I-I didn’t,” the girl stammered. “It’s the first time that’s happened.”

“Well, I’d like to make you a deal.”

Somehow, without even thinking twice about it, she had decided to join them. Aro had promised her sister wouldn’t want for anything—they would send gold and give her lands so that she and her descendants would live a comfortable life. And, so, she agreed. They helped her master her craft, learning the intricacies of her ability at the same time as she did. In exchange, she helped them grow their empire.

Many years after she met Carlisle Cullen, and a whole new world had been opened for her.

One of the worst parts about being with the Volturi was the way they fed. After she had realized why she hadn’t been able to control herself in the first year of her turning, Theo had grown disgusted with what she had done. What little she acquired during her time as part of the Volturi guard, she sent back to the families she had torn apart while she was a newborn.

When she met Carlisle, he told her about his way of life, and how he’d found that feeding off animals satiated the crippling hunger for blood. Though she’d be weaker, she wouldn’t have to prey on other humans for her survival, nor would she have to participate in the Volturi’s massacring feast.

Theo had been the only one who was swayed by the man’s lifestyle and had promptly accepted his offer of joining him in the New World. Aro had not wanted to let her go. Her ability had become too valuable for their guard, and they almost refused to allow her departure. But Carlisle had made a case for her regarding free will and her rights as an individual, and the man had seen no opposition to letting her go. Maybe the blond had convinced him, or maybe Aro simply did not want to anger the other vampire. To that day, she had yet to know.

Still, she was able to leave her sanguinary life behind and start a new one in the colonies.

She had stayed with Carlisle for many decades, finding the shift toward a more vegetarian diet quite difficult. There had been many times she’d fallen off the wagon and fed off an innocent soil she’d cone upon on the street. She wasn’t proud of it, but she knew it was part of the process.

It wasn’t until she had completely taken to the diet that she had felt comfortable enough to venture off without Carlisle. Theo was only gone for small increments at a time. She traveled the land, running from one side of the country to the other as it developed. From coast to coast, she witnessed devastation and reinvention in every sense of the word.

Years kept passing by, and though she didn’t spend them all with Carlisle, she always stayed in touch with the man who had given her a new chance in her eternal life.

Once he’d changed Edward, the two drifted apart. Carlisle was building a family, and Theo still craved adventure and to learn more of the advancing world. Yet, whenever they needed to see each other, they knew they would always have New York. It was the place she had first come to, and the one state she had a permanent residence.

Theo loved to learn. It was one thing that had not changed from the moment of her birth to the day of her welcoming to the undead. Still, with a young face, she found herself applying to schools and colleges over and over through the years. From medicine to the arts, she had earned as many degrees as she could. And that’s how she came to meet (Y/N) in Greenfield Preparatory School.

She had come to Washington two years prior in need of a change of scenery and had picked the school out of a catalog by chance at the local library. She had been starting her junior year at the school when (Y/N) had entered her freshman year. Normally, she stayed out of everyone’s way, making sure to not create any lasting relationship with any of the students, and no one bothered to change her mind.

Unlike the Cullens, Theo tried her best to fit in. Wearing blue contact lenses to hide her golden eyes and using makeup to make herself look younger and older as necessary. The last thing she wanted was to be the talk of the school. All she wanted was to learn, keep up to date with the latest advances, and create a record strong enough to enter another college on her own merits. She wanted to cruise undetected, blending into the background like a perfect wallflower.

But once (Y/N) Uley started, Theo couldn’t help but gravitate toward the girl. She had a sort of magnetism that the vampire couldn’t help but be pulled into. The Uley girl was a shy thing at first, unsure of her place at that school, and Theo was quick to bring her under her wing. She had built (Y/N)’s confidence, and for the next two years, she made sure the girl knew how much she deserved to be at the school and all the accolades she had received. She’d already had a hard enough life; she deserved a big win.

“It was hard to leave you when I graduated,” Theo sighed. “I’m still not sure what about you made me care so much, but I did. I know I didn’t keep in touch much after, but I was always checking up on you, (Y/N). And then, everything happened with Carlisle. “I truly couldn’t believe the chances that you two would meet in such a small town,” she continued. “I was over the moon when I learned you two got together. You just made sense together. Then, that Edward…”

“Theo,” Esme reproached.

“What, Esme?” she said, turning her gaze to the woman. “You and I both know that if it hadn’t been for Edward’s savior complex and insecurities, none of you would have left. And you can’t tell me otherwise.”

“That’s not what’s in question here, Theo,” Esme calmed. “Tell her what happened in New York.”

“Right, well, the person Carlisle had gone to see before he disappeared was me,” Theo said. “He wanted to see how you were doing since he’d be leaving indefinitely. When I asked where he was going, all he said was that he was going for his penance and that he’d look for me sometime in the future to ask about you again. “He came back a couple of months later, looking worse for wear. He hadn’t been feeding much, and I could tell he had grown weaker,” she recounted. “That was the last time I saw him. After he learned you had started to pick your life back up, he felt resolute in his decision to disappear. And I haven’t heard from him since.”

(Y/N) didn’t know what to say. Her mind was reeling will all the information that had been given to her. Whether she wanted to admit it or not, everything had happened for a reason. In a twisted and convoluted way, the universe had conspired to bring everyone together in an unexplainable way, regardless of the heartache and sorrow that occurred in the journey. There was nothing logical about the intersecting of their lives, and yet, it had happened. Three people who should have never met in their lifetimes were so deeply woven into the fabric of each other’s existence and had no idea.

“After a while of radio silence, I tried to search for him with my ability, but I couldn’t quite make out where he was,” the vampire continued. “When I don’t have an approximate location, it’s harder for me to determine where the person I’m seeing is. And I know the link would be too weak due to his physical state. But I kept focusing on him every day until I finally got it. “That’s when I went to the Cullens in Ithaca and met Esme for the first time,” she said. “I already knew where he had gone to, but I knew I was going to need backup. And, well, here we are now.”

“I promise you, (Y/N). This has all been a coincidence,” Esme explained. “I know it seems strange, and the probability of things playing out this way is so low, but none of it was planned. It just happened this way.”

“You know, I really miss the time when all I had to worry about was getting good grades,” (Y/N) sighed defeatedly. “This is crazy. You understand that, right? This is absolutely nuts!”

“I know it is,” Theo said, cautiously getting closer to (Y/N). "But right now, Carlisle is in a cave, feeding off whatever rodent or critter gets close enough and punishing himself for what he did to you. You can hate him, (Y/N). Hell, even I want to knock some blows into him for hurting you like he did. But you and I both know this is not the way he should live the rest of his life.”

“I just… what am I supposed to do, huh?” (Y/N) exclaimed. “How am I the key to this whole fiasco? Carlisle is a grown man and made this decision for himself. He clearly doesn’t want to be saved.”

“He’s in pain, (Y/N),” Esme remarked. “We can’t just leave him like that. I understand he’s done some horrible things, but he still needs help, whether he asks for it or not.”

Anger ignited inside (Y/N) as the woman spoke. Everyone was worried about Carlisle, the immortal vampire that could only be destroyed by being ripped apart physically. And she understood. The last thing she’d ever want was for someone she loved and cared for to go through something as harrowing as he was.

But no one cared what he had put her through. The months she lost to heartbreak was a time she could never get back, nor could she undo the things she had done and said then. None of them had cared enough to pick her up from the ground when she was wasting away in bottles of alcohol and her tears. Not a call, not an email, not a letter or a text. Certainly not a rescue mission like they were planning for him.

“This has to be some type of bad joke,” she laughed madly. “You don’t need me to save him. Both of you can go wherever he is and bring him back.”

“We already tried, (Y/N),” Esme admitted. “We knew how unfair it was to concern you with his problems and tried to get him to come home. But he wouldn’t.”

“He’s not like Edward, (Y/N),” Theo added. “He won’t choose the easy way out by having the Volturi end his misery. He said he would suffer with hunger for the rest of eternity because that was less punishment than living without you.”

(Y/N) was still learning about love. She could never claim to be an expert in the subject or to have the right answer to complicated matters of the heart. She couldn’t even understand why, after all the pain and turmoil she had gone through, she felt the need to help Carlisle. As much as she was fighting it, she knew she’d agree in the end. The more time passed, the weaker her resolution grew.

“I know this is way too much to ask after how much we’ve all hurt you, (Y/N),” Esme pleaded, placing a soft hand on hers. (Y/N) knew if she had been human, Esme’s eyes would be full of tears. They were filled with sadness and concern, and a silent supplication that only she could answer. “But Carlisle should at least be with the family. You can forget all about us after if you want.”

She should have said no. She should have turned around and driven back home. She should have forgotten all about the Cullens and their wave of never-ending problems. There were so many things she should have done.

Instead, she sighed, feeling all of her resolve draining from her body. “Fine,” she said, unable to deny the woman for any longer. “What do you want me to do?”

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Chapter 16

Multiple police cars were in front of your house and you were sitting on the grass. Kunikuzushi was by your side pulling you close to him as you looked like you could throw up any moment.

He didn't know what was on the letter because his first instinct was to grab you and comfort you as you sobbed in his arms. 

You were not allowed inside so he put his jacket around your shoulders to keep you arm and made sure it was comfortable for you to lean on him.

An elderly police officer walks towards you, hesitantly approaching you at this moment, knowing it was a bad timing but also knowing he had to question you.

"Miss, sorry to interrupt you but could I ask you a couple of questions?" He said professionally, yet uncomfortably looked away. Fumbling with his hands which didn't go unnoticed by Kunikuzushi.

Kunikuzushi was immediately glaring at the guy but you stared at the older man in front of you and nodded.

You moved your head from Kunikuzushi's shoulder to make proper eye contact with the man even though all you wanted to do is wake up from this terrible nightmare.

"Please state your name and address first."

You answered with a hoarse voice and he continued.

"Could you tell us what happened before you found the letter at your door?"

"I was.. Walking.. Towards my house and.." You struggled to continue. Not because you didn't remember, but because you didn't want to relive the moment inside your head again..

"She found the envelope on her doormat. She picked it up and opened it." Kunikuzushi, who had gotten irritated, answered as he held your hand.

"Sorry but are you Miss L/n, I don't think so?" The police officer looked a bit irritated as his interview was interrupted.

"Does it really matter now? Can't you see how traumatized she is? Are you blind or really this stupid?" Kunikuzushi yelled, now standing on both feet as well, attracting other officers to also listen in to the conversation. 

"Maybe if you would just stay out of it, this would be much easier. I'm the supervisor here and you are nothing, a nobody." 

"Oh you think you are better than me, right? You worthless shit. Have you really gone braindead to not have a single ounce of care to realize in what mental state she now is?" Kunikuzushi looked the police officer dead in the eye as he walked closer while the police officer tried to keep his distance. You tried to get up on your feet, not wanting him to escalate the situation even further. 

"Oh so now you're calling me heartless? You disrespectful piece of shit. You young people are so rude and you know I can get you arrested." He threatened back but Kunikuzushi didn't blink once. He, on the contrary, smirked and stepped forward. 

"Try me." The simple words that set off the police officer as imaginable steam came out of his ears. Other officers quickly went over to grab him in an attempt to stop him, but it didn't work. 

You too, quickly run up, ready to defend Kunikuzushi from the unbelievably corrupt police officer. Using his title and authority to try and arrest Kunikuzushi for no crime or unlawful activity was definitely a crime. 

You stumbled in front of Kunikuzushi as the police officer was about to land a hit, instead of hitting Kunikuzushi like he was aiming at, he hit you right in the head and you fell back into Kunikuzushi's arms. 

It was like a dramatic scene as you felt blood dripping your forehead to panicked people running around. 

However Kunikuzushi was shockingly also part of the  panicked people and quickly yelled at the other officers to call for an ambulance. He looked furious. A death glare was permanently on his face each time he looked at the scared police officer. 

He held you tightly in his arms and tried to stop the bleeding with his hands, even ripping off a part of his clothing to try to pressure the point of where the blood was coming out. It didn't help much and the blood was dripping down your kimono, staining the beautiful silk that was definitely worth thousands. 

You tried to keep your eyes open but struggled as the noise mixed with your pain confused and hurt your head. 

You felt your vision fading away as you saw the lights of an ambulance in the distance.

Couple of weeks earlier... 

"What do you mean the bomb has been disabled??" La Signora yelled to one of her subordinates. 

"U-uhm well we just found out this morning.." 

"Be more specific."

"Well u-uh it's last known location was thousands of kilometers from the target's home address.. And then the mark on the map just disappeared!" 

Signora sighed, trying to compose herself. 

"And why didn't you activate the bomb as soon as you picked up any movement away from her home?" 

"Nobody was watching the bomb's location at the time.." 

"WHERE WAS EVERYONE THEN?" 

"We were watching her and.." 

Signora turned around, walking towards her desk and placed both hands on there. Her subordinates looked at each other with a knowing look at what was going to happen.

They quickly shut the door as Signora screamed. They could feel the feeling of vases being thrown at them even if they weren't inside. It was not the first time this happened. 

To shake off the uncomfortable feeling they quickly left and went somewhere else to hide and hope Signora would forget about the incident.

"Those stupid fuckers always fuck up somehow.. It was such a simple task too.."

Suddenly a knock on Signora's door interrupted her anger.

"It's me~ Can I come inside?" An all too familiar voice said and Signora didn't respond.

The door opened anyway, moving the broken pieces of a vase as well as letting the person who knocked in.

"What do you want, Dottore."

"Heard you from someone you want to take revenge on our dear Balladeer~"

"Just shut the fuck up and leave-"

"How about I help you with torturing him?"

Signora raised her eyebrow in interest. She turned around facing the Doctor and crossed her arms as she looked for any sign of foolery but didn't find any.

"I'm listening."

The Doctor grinned as he already had a plan in mind. He too wanted to take revenge on Scaramouche and make him suffer, however if he wanted to do that, he had to use you, Scaramouche’s dear lover.

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You've dated Scaramouche in your high school and college years but just as you wanted to announce your pregnancy to him he broke up with you without any reason. He left you to be a single mom for 7 years. But now that your daughter has been missing and abducted for a year and you've not been doing well and out of a sudden he showed up into your life again trying to apologize for his past mistakes..?

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[crazycurly-77]

Two Fools - pt. 5

While the director was making plans, you were working concentratedly at your desk when suddenly a cup of fresh coffee appeared in your field of vision.

You inhaled the irresistibly delicious smell of the drink, closed your eyes and moaned with excitement:

“Hmmm, coffeeee…you’re amazing. I could easily marry you.”

When you didn’t get an answer, you looked up…and turned bright red.

There stood your boss, who was almost as red as you and who you had completely thrown off track with your reaction and your comment.

Your moaning had already burned itself into his memory from your evening together in the hotel and was now putting his whole body in turmoil again.

“My God, I’m not a schoolboy with his first crush!” he thought angrily about himself and his violent reaction to you.

How much he would love to hear you moan like that more often, but preferably when you were alone and in his bed.

How could he possibly banish this desired image of you in his bed from his head and work? Especially since he saw and felt in the morning how wonderful that would be.

“Oh my God, that’s embarrassing,” were your thoughts about this situation.

Your boss was standing in front of you and you felt completely naked when he looked at you.

And then you also said that you would like to marry him….!!!

What was he thinking now??

Very simple:

He thought…

Yes, yes, YES!!!!!

Here. Now. Immediately. And after that he would make sure that neither of you got out of bed for a while.

And then he would have you all to himself and wouldn’t have to watch how some guys (including DiNozzo) hit on you….

The ringing of his cell phone finally tore you both out of your trance and you broke eye contact.

“Gibbs,” he said grimly, listened briefly, hung up and put the phone away again.

Then he looked at you: “We are both expected in the director's office.”

When the two of you arrived in Jenny's office, she got straight to the point: “I have something important to tell you.”

She paused and looked back and forth between you. Then she continued and looked at Gibbs:

“Y/N will no longer be working on your team from now on.”

Then she looked at you and gave you a folder with papers:

“Y/N, these are your transfer papers to the analytical department. You will stay where you are to support Team Gibbs, but I am your new supervisor.”

Wow, that was completely unexpected.

What should you make of that? You both stood in front of her desk and tried to process what you had just heard.

While you were shocked, Gibbs got angry that she had just decided over his head.

That couldn't be right?

Yes, it could be! As director, Jenny could definitely do that, but what did that mean for you?

On closer inspection, it actually only meant that you would continue to work together, but that you would officially report to Jenny and no longer to Gibbs.

After the initial shock, the realization came that Rule 12 was no longer a problem.

And at that moment, Gibbs's dams broke and all restraint was gone.

He immediately grabbed you, pulled you into his aching arms and kissed you passionately.

He had been waiting for this for so long and now he was finally allowed to give in to his longing.

Jen was proud that she had managed to do it and brought you together, but she still felt a pang of jealousy when she saw you two kissing passionately.

But the joy for you far outweighed it. It was wonderful to finally see you together and happy and, above all, to finally see Jethro happy again.

Your whole body was tingling from his kiss, but it was all a bit sudden for you, so you pushed him away a little and asked:

“Um, wait. What's happening here?”

He looked at you confused and replied:

“I thought you noticed...at least it felt that way. We kissed.”

He then wanted to bend down for another kiss, but it was all happening a bit too quickly for you, so you stopped him.

Still confused about his behavior, you looked at him and said:

“Yes, but...”

He cut you off and replied:

“Nothing, but. You said a few minutes ago that you wanted to marry me.”

Your astonishment grew. You thought that these feelings were only one-sided. Besides, it wasn't a serious statement. You had to clarify that immediately:

"I just said that because of the coffee."

Gibbs pushed you away from him in mock indignation and asked:

"That means you don't love me?"

What was he getting at? You had no idea, but it was time for the truth.

"Yes, I love you!" you answered him in a firm voice.

That made him beam like you had never seen before. He pulled you close and explained with great fervor:

“Good. I love you too, so the marriage thing works for me. Do you want to get married right away or would you like to change a little first?"

Your jaw dropped to the floor. Then he started laughing. He had been kidding you. It was nice to see him so relaxed and playful. But you still had to slow him down a bit:

“I can't imagine anything more beautiful than being married to you. But let's enjoy our relationship first, move in together at some point and then we'll see.”

He was a little disappointed, but it was okay for him, so he answered with a wink:

“Whatever you want, but don't make me wait too long. You know I'm not a patient person. Otherwise I'll drag you to the altar.”

Satisfied and happy, you both laughed, hugged each other tightly and kissed each other deeply in a mutual promise of a wonderful future together.

But Jethro still had to make one thing clear. He broke away from you and turned to the director:

“And you, Jen…I’m grateful to you, but that was the first and last time you messed around with my team.”

“Understood.”

She laughed heartily and you happily joined in her laughter.

The End

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[sleepy-sirin]

Incarnation (Honkai Star Rail x Child! Herrscher! Reader)

Summary: In which Y/n, the creation of Will of Honkai, successfully defeated her own creator with the help of her friends. After defeating the Will of Honkai, for using too much of her power she goes into a deep sleep.

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Chapter 8

Third POV:

Back in Era:ZERO

"E mi et escontina♪

O plenitas o colindia♪

Mi mortis sicle ha juus costro♪

Mawe Poco entalius♪

Gledis clant o pledistiant♪

Enti lai viginse lescayan♪

Mawe poco es vienticlo♪

Taan ma tai la la la♪

La la loo♪"

Y/n sing a song that she discovered and took liking to it. She was at the seashore singing while observing the "God of War" a stronger weapon against the Houkai proposed that Dr. MEI build, and a giant red sting ray (Y/n's real body) is attacking the "God of War".

"Are you still going?" Y/n asked Kiana who was beside her.

"Yeah, MEI is waiting for me." Kiana said to Y/n.

"Will you be coming back?" Y/n asked her.

"Don't worry, I will defeat the Houkai and come back to everyone." Kiana said.

"...... Is that so, it seems that you are still so stubborn......" Y/n watched Kiana walk away from her.

"Goodbye, my beloved Kiana...."

-

Years later

[Huge Houkai outbreak]

[Human civilization has been confirmed destroyed]

[Alaya]

"Begin to implement civilization amendment program..."

"First stage, begin calculations."

-

"E mi et le escontina♪

O plenitas o colindia♪

Mi mortis sicle ha juus costro♪

Mawe poco entalius♪"

".... Sigh. What a boring world..... Always in a hopeless cycle of reincarnation." Y/n said, as she stands up from the sand and went to dive into the deep sea.

"..... to see, an old friend ~" She said. as she made her way to the Stigmata Project.

"Long time no see, is the child ok?" Y/n asked the A.I hologram Infront of her.

"Terminal calculation is in progress, Do not approach." The A.I said.

"What an indifferent machine, it's merly a parasitic remant of human civilization that lives inside me... How ungrateful." Y/n said.

"We are symbiotic, that agreement is still in effect, you have no room for rebuttal." The A.I said.

"Ah... that's right, if it wasn't for that agreement with that child, there wouldn't have been so much trouble." Y/n said.

-

4???? Years ago on the moon

"Sure enough it still didn't work.... You couldn't change anything." Y/n said to Kiana.

"Weather it's humanity, or Houkai...." She said.

"Y/n.... Can I ask you for something...." Kiana said.

"Of course, I'll make all your wishes come true for you. Because that's what I was made for..... To become your lover." Y/n said.

"This time.... Stop joking...." Kiana said.

Y/n chuckles. "Haha, I'm being serious. To become a lover of humanity, to become a lover of Houkai, to become.... Deeply in love with your lovers. I will wait for you, Kiana."

"Whether you remember me or not, no matter what you become. I will keep it for you, the possibility of a future that you want...."

-

Y/n's POV:

Back in the present

"Y/n, will you help us?" Bronya asked me.

"Don't get me wrong. I'm only abandoning the side that will always lose. Lack of tact, that's one of  your human tricks of the trade, isn't it?" I said.

"You will always lose... You can't be the first-" Yssring said.

"I don't know, right?" I said.

"Not as the doomed dead, but as friends." Kiana said. She reaches out hand.

"Let's fight together, Y/n!"

I hold Kiana's hand. "Okay. That's not too bad."

-

"Phemie Iris and Y/n attack the Will's outer body from the outside. You all need to hurry up and destroy the Will's core!" Phemie Iris said.

"The Supervisor of Will has already assimilated the moon and sucked out the power of the Ruler of the End. Plus, there's still a "passageway" that connects the two universes. That allows us to take in an unlimited amount of collapsed energy from the collapsed universe. That Will's power is at its peak, so don't underestimate them." I said to the group.

"Thanks for the heads up, Y/n!" Kiana said.

"But in this realm of the human soul-" Mei said.

"There's no way we can lose!" All of us said.

"Y/n, Why betray us?" The Supervisor of the Will asked me.

"That's a really silly question. You've already calculated and derived the answer, haven't you? You are just like that kid Otto. You have been "rulers" too long. Your wills have been set long ago, you are doomed to defeat." I said.

"I have been waiting for this moment for a long time."

"Obey." The Supervisor of the Will tried to control Y/n but it didn't work.

"It's useless. In this realm, Y/n is not under your control. Now she is not a servant of collapse, she is my friend!" Kiana said.

"Lock on."

"All bullets fired!"

The Supervisor of the Will's tentacles attack at the group. All tentacles were easily obliterated by the attack of mechanical wings and heavily armed rabbits. The power of the attack was far beyond the power of the soldier gods. Ninti became a galloping golden lightning bolt, breaking one by one through the defenses built by the Supervisor of the Will.

"We are nothing but stupid creatures repeating the same mistakes." The Supervisor of the Will said.

"Seele and Sin, their actions actually proved it. People can grow! We will not allow them to be slandered!" Bronya said.

"Humans have been fighting creatures since ancient times, but human history is a history of progress. It's you who don't see it. They really are stupid creatures!" Yssring said.

"The future of our world is full of endless possibilities, but your world is already rigid. Even with the Sacrament- We kept going with our burdens and arrived at this moment of triumph!" Ninti said.

The "black flame" gathered in Kyuushou's hand and became a huge sphere that slammed into the Supervisor of Will. Compared to it, the controller of will looked obviously small.

"Don't screw with humans, overseer of wills!" Kyuushou said.

"Don't make me laugh!" The Supervisor of the Will said.

The destroyed body of the Supervisor of Will was re-built. At the same time, a golden light, similar to that of the law of the end, was emitted from its body, the same golden light as that of the law of the end.

"This guy is till going strong!" Kyuushou said.

"It's just a bluff." Kiana said.

"It's a pseudo-created emotion, but it sounds like the real thing." Mei said.

"Behind me, the energy life forms of the entire collapsed universe are waiting! There is no way we can compete with a mere earth civilization! I will make you regret it from the bottom of my heart!" The Supervisor of the Will said.

All of us attack the Supervisor of the Will with all of our strengths but the Supervisor was too strong to be taken down. The firepower of  Phemie Iris and Y/n is not strong enough.

"Let's just block the "passageway" between the two universes so that guy can't use the disintegrating energy. Because then that guy will be nothing more than a lump of meat the size of the moon." Y/n said.

"How can we do that?" Mei asked.

"It's the opposite of the way the Supervisor of the Will opened the "passage" and sent the first disintegrating energy, me and the first Kiana into this universe. Besides, the distance between two universes is closer now than it used to be so we don't need to start a big war like before to block the "passage"." I said.

"But this knowledge exists only in my main body and in the consciousness structure of the "first you". The "first you" is already gone, and the power of the law giver of the end has been absorbed. So-"

"No, you can't!" Mei said, already know what I was planning to.

"If you do that, Y/n-" Kiana was about to convince me, but she was stopped by me.

"It's okay." I assured Kiana and Mei.

"I've known for a long time... That "Kiana" I am looking for is long gone. I was looking for a version of "her". I also know that I wasn't "special and unique" to you from the beginning." I said. I approache to Kiana.

"But I couldn't ignore my feelings." I put my hand on Kiana's cheek.

"The only one who knows this knowledge, all the power involved in it. Take all of me Kiana." I kissed Kiana gently on her forehead.

Both Kiana and Mei looked shocked at what they saw, seeing me and my main body scattered, glowing with light.

"And this is not a "fusion" mission given by the collapse. It's not due to some meaningless sinecure, either. Just of Y/n as a human being. A final, selfish "love" for you." I said.

"Y/n... You are so selfish, Y/n..." Kiana smiles at Y/n.

Mei chuckles. "Hah... Kiana, you are really loved by everyone. But she saved the day." Mei hugs Kiana tighter, feeling jealous.

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Spilling Guts Extra

Hi ya'll!

I've been hacking away at the latest Spilling Guts chapter (cause I want something to post on my bday tomorrow) and realized that there was a scene planned out for Megan and Teegan that never made it in for pacing reasons. Whenever I get to printing Spilling Guts, it will be in two books and this scene will be back in the first book.

This takes place at the end of Spilling Guts - Part 35 on dA. Or Spilling Guts - Part 62, Monday Plans on wattpad.

Enjoy!

Friday evening, George skipped onto the school stage in his soft, well shaped carrot costume and rattled off nutritional info and his favorite carrot recipe. Megan's family had snagged seats closer to the stage thanks to her crutches, and they took high quality video of George's performance. Her husband had made a booklet of carrot recipes to hand out to the other parents. Richard was an utter nerd. But he was Megan's nerd.

Because of him, Megan could still have a "normal" life outside of work. She squeezed his hand between the performance of the eggplant and broccoli and Richard brought it up to lips.

"Cara mia," Richard whispered.

Gracen pointedly ignored them.

Between costumes and funerals, Megan had been looking up fishbowls, and interesting things to keep Gracen happy too. He was looking up articles on beta fish, making a list of pros and cons for what pet would be best for the family; and not a shark like George wanted.

"What about alpha fish?" asked Gracen on Saturday, as Megan and Richard shucked peas from the farmer's market. Ever since the Vegetable Recital, George had declared peas his favorite veggie. That his best friend had been dressed as a pea pod during the recital probably had a hand in his decision.

"Hm? Alpha fish?" asked Megan.

"Yeah.  Says here something about alphas, betas, and omegas?" 

Richard's eyes went wide, and he deftly changed the subject while "borrowing" Gracen's tablet to change the parental settings. 

"You want to tell me what that was about?" whispered Megan as they rinsed the peas at the sink.

"Later," said Richard.

"How much later?" 

"Bedtime later." 

"Oh my." 

***

Tia's hands fluttered from one word to the next, matching her grin. "Hearing aid now has office hours!"

Teegan paused in rolling out the dough for her cinnamon rolls. She had wanted to try homemade for once, and a free Saturday allowed her to experiment. Teegan signed back, flour drifting from her hands like fairy dust. "Office hours?"

Tia had spent the last hour on a video call with her supervisor at the VA negotiating for time to take her hearing aids out. The increase of sound at the office had been giving her headaches that impacted her quality of work. Rather than cut out the hearing aids entirely, she had compromised to having them in for only five hours during the day. The rest of the time, she could work with lip reading, writing, and signing.

It would show my clients that they could push for accommodations, Tia had said. And that sometimes, the world should change for them, not the other way around.

"And less headaches," said Teegan.

"Yes!"

"Congratulations!" signed Teegan as she went in for a hug.

"I'm wearing black!" signed Tia as she stepped back from Teegan's floured hands.

Teegan pouted.

Tia roller her eyes and motioned for the hug.

Teegan squeezed Tia, airy and pleased like rising yeast. Small victories amongst hard days at work. She would take every one and be thankful.