#as long as no one is being weird /neg just shut your mouth and let people enjoy things

[cande-dooder]

This thing of people getting upset that dteam were hanging out with people in college is shitty because like those are people around their age, and in turn saying that once you get past a certain age you can’t do stuff anymore or whatever, you know who else that affects? Older fans in the fandom. Source: am an “older” dteam fan (I’m 2 years older than George). We have interests too, and literally one of the ccs is about the same age.

Little bit of a personal battle I fight in my mind below

Like, I have legit thought about leaving the fandom and just quietly enjoying content because so many people are under 18 and I personally feel weird that there’s people a literal decade or more younger than me, like logically I know that it’s normal to have friends of different ages but like still. Then I see my irl peers that have their spouse and kids and I think should I even be here. And then I see peoples dni and they list 25+ and I’m like okay 1) that leaves out the entire late 20s which I am and 2) gnf is older than 25…. Like I get it you need to set your boundaries and such but still. Just makes me feel like I’m not welcome because I’m older. :(

[wolfish-trickster]

You made your choice

Gojo x fem!reader

Part 2

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Word count: 2.4K

Summary: you asked Gojo who is more important to him, you or his bestfriend. He indirectly chose and now he's experiencing consequences of his own action (probably for the first time in his life).

Warnings: bad grammar (possibly), typos, angst, very little comfort

Taglist: @ilovebattinson @catobsessedlady @abcdefghijklmmopqrstuvwxyz @nanao4k

A/N: I recomend listening to this song while reading (was listening to it while coming up with the story, the song and the story aren't exact copies of eachother but the vibe is about the same) and to those who know me THE LINK IS SAFE TO CLICK I DIDN'T LINK IT WITH WHAT YOU THINK I SWEAR. Enjoy the reading 😊

"Hey, can I come over?"

"Dude, you were just here!"

"I know, I know. But I need a shoulder to cry on."

"Damn, that bad? What happened? You and Y/N had a fight or...?"

"Can I just come over?"

"Yeah, sure. I'll leave the door unlocked."

Geto Suguru has had a lot of weird moments with his best friend, but that phone call certainly was...something. No explanation, no joking around, just straight to the point.

About fifteen minutes later he heard his front door open.

"Satoru, did you learn how to teleport or something? We live an hour away from eachother," Geto joked before he could even turn around and see the state his friend was in. Disheveled hair, dry lips, red eyes. Something terrible must've happened.

"It's Y/N," was all Gojo said before he sat down at the dining table.

"Figured that much," replied Geto and took a seat next to him and waited. He knew Gojo. That man can't shut his mouth to save his own life. He'll spill everything sooner or later.

Gojo let his head fall on top of Geto's and sighed. Geto patted his fluffy white hair and kept on waiting. Good thing was they both sat right across a big window. Geto could count pine cones on the nearby trees while he waited for Gojo to open up.

It didn't take long.

"Y/N left."

"WHAT?!" Geto pushed the white head off of his shoulder and took Gojo by the shoulders. "What happened? What did you do?" He stared him in the eye.

Gojo just blinked. "I don't know! I don't think I did anything wrong," he looked oit the window again. A squirell jumped from one branch to another.

Geto rolled his eyes and turned Gojo's face back to his. "Satoru, people don't just up and leave. You must've done or said something that hurt her feelings. What did I tell you about comunication being-"

"Being the cornerstone of a good relationship, I remember," he put his hands on Geto's cupping his face. "We did talk. And I thought we came to a mutual understanding. Then I offered to cuddle with her and went to shower but once I walked out she was gone. All her things too..."

"Wow," Geto let go of his friend's face, "what a bitch."

"Right?" Gojo agreed and leaned back on his chair so far it was threatening to fall. "I don't understand. She never complained before, never said anything, then all of a sudden she pulls a stunt like that, throws a scene, slips into her selfhating thing again-"

"Wait, she what?" Geto asked confused. He has met you enough times to know you were very cheerful and life-loving person. What was Gojo talking about? Selfhatred?

"She has these moments,"he explained, "thinks she's too fat, then not curvy enough, thinks she's too basic to be with a guy like me, so on. When it happened the first few times i comforted her but even after all those years she still thinks of herself as less than and I'm too damn tired of it. I thought all of those negative thoughts would go away the first time I assured her I love her no matter what," he crossed his arms on his chest and looked out the window again. "I'm starting to feel like she's doing it for attention."

"Listen Satoru, maybe she's just extremely selfconscious and people like her need reassurance like that. Besides if she was really doing that for attention she wouldn't leave withoit a word. She would leave hints for you to find her and come beg her on your knees or something."

Gojo chuckled. "Suguru, you've got to stop watching Shoko's telenovelas."

"I'm a slut for drama."

A phone rang.

In a speed of light Gojo pulled out his phone hoping to see your lovely face. The screen was black.

Geto pulled out his ringing phone and picked up. "Well well, speak of the devil," he smiled.

Gojo couldn't hear what him and Shoko were talking about. He could only take hints from Geto's facial expressions and his occasional answers.

"What do you mean you have to cancel it? Oh. Okay. I understand. And did she tell you what-" his eyes got wide. "But wait, that's not- I didn't- Actually he's right next to me."

Gojo tried to get closer to hear what they were talking about but Geto jumped up and walked across the room.

"Okay. Okay, i'll ask him. No, that's fine. Alright. Take care, both of you. Bye," he hung up. Then slowly turned around to face Gojo now standing opposite him.

"Now you'll tell me exactly what had happened between you two. You said she caused a scene, what was it about?"

His mouth turned into neutral line, just like when you started this whole mess. "She asked me to stop seeing you. Can you believe that? Trust me, if I told her to stop seeing her friends all hell would break lose."

"Isn't that what happened when she asked you?" Geto pointed out the obvious double standard but Gojo wasn't listening.

"Didn't you hear what I just said? She wanted me to spend more time with her. Like, what does she want me to do? Make me and her morph into one being?"

"It is true that you've been spending a lot of time with me," Geto held his chin between his fingers in a thought. "But I don't get one thing. If you being away from her this often was a problem for her then she must've shown signs, not encourage you to come and spend time with me when she was too busy herself."

"About that," Gojo nervously played with his shades. "I might've over-exagarated that."

"Don't tell me..." Geto pinched the bridge of his nose.

"She wasn't always busy when I came here."

"Satoru!" He half shouted. "You always told me she was too busy and couldn't come! Why would you lie?"

"Because i felt trapped!" He yelled back. "I felt like I couldn't even breathe. Yes, being around has brought me so much joy but I missed the thrill of being free. Just being with you and Shoko and doing whatever. Now I just feel like I'm chained to something that I kinda want away from but also not," the entire time he spoke he was pacing back and forth. "I just wanted to feel like the old times."

"So in other words you miss the feeling of being single but you also like the benefits relationship gives you," Geto concluded. "I thought you were better than this."

"And I thought you would understand," Gojo turned his anger against his best friend who was calmly standing in the living room. "But wait, I forgot, you have no one," he mocked.

"Damn right I don't. Which makes me even more pissed off when I see how you treat your own relationship! Have you got any idea how much I envied you for having someone waiting for you at home and welcome you after a long day? Or just someone to be there for you in general?"

Gojo got silent. He didn't know. Geto never showed it.

Geto took it as his chance to try speak some sense into Gojo. "Listen, you only feel like this because you've never been in a relationship. Feeling trapped is normal, I think. What's important is that you love her and you're capable of changing to get her back, right?"

Gojo was just looking at him.

"Right?" Geto said a bit more panicked.

"I don't know!" Gojo exclaimed and Geto facepalmed. "I don't know how to choose between her and you."

"Is that what she asked? For you to choose between her and me?"

Gojo shook his head. "No, I think she just wanted me to spend less time with you."

"So she didn't out right prohibit you from hanging out with me, she only asked for you to stay with her more often," Geto was slowly but surely getting the whole picture.

"Something like that," Gojo shrugged.

Geto sighed. "You royally fucked up Gojo Satoru."

"No, really?" sarcasm dripped from his words. "I still think I did nothing wrong. She has no right to aks me to spend less time with you."

"She does actually. She's your girlfriend of what, three years?"

Gojo nodded.

"Three years and yet you place her beneath a best friend. How would you feel like if she had to choose between her best friend and you and she went for the friend?"

Suddenly, Gojo looked like it finally hit him. "I'd feel...terrible," he sat down on the chair. "But... but I didn't tell her I would choose you. Both of you mean so much to me."

"On the same level or a different one? Satoru, understand that the love for a friend and a love for a lover are two separate kinds of love. You not being able to distinguish between them caused you to be in this mess."

Geto walked over to where Gojo sat and towere over him. He put a reassuring hand on his wide back. "Let me ask you this: what do you want right now? To be with her?"

Gojo stayed silent. He didn' know what he wanted. He hated the fact that he can't have both a friend and a lover. Choosing one would mean losing the other in Gojo's eyes. He can't afford that. Not when both of his most treasured people made him so happy.

Geto took his silence as a no. "You know what I think? You didn't want to have her. You just wanted others to see you have her."

His words cut like a knife. Why? Why do his loved ones have to be this cruel? He only looked up from the floor to his best friends almost black eyes. His own baby blues were watery. A lump took place in his throat. With a horror he realised how weak he feels. One half of him already packed her things and walked away, he can't let the other half do the same.

"Do you hate me now?" He whispered, affraid if he will speak any louder he would cry.

Geto took a while. Then shook his head. "No Satoru, just dissapointed."

Gojo nodded and looked back down to the floor.

Few minutes passed. None of them said anything. After Gojo was completely sure he won't fall apart he spoke up. "Do you think I can fix this?"

"Hmm," Geto hummed and pulled out a chair to sit opposite him. "Fixing means returning to its original state. I don't think things will go back to normal."

"But, I don't want to lose her. I know I don't!"

"Then you must set your priorities straight."

"But-" Gojo looked into Geto's eyes again. "That would mean I will loose you and that's equally as bad."

Geto shook his head. "You won't loose me. I'll still be here. You can still come over and we can still hang out. It just won't be like before."

"And that's what I don't want," Gojo mumbled and crossed his arms again while leaning into the backrest.

"Truthfully, if I had a girlfriend as amazing as Y/N I would spend a lot of time with her and not you."

Gojo swore he could feel his heart crack. "What do you mean?"

"I mean," he leaned forward and rested his elbows on his thighs, "that it's only natural to pick your lover over your friends. Not always, of course, but often enough."

Geto lifted his head to see his friend pale as a ghost, his skintone could now rival with his hair. He immediatelly regreted what he said. "But as I said, even if that was the case, even if you chose her as your top priority, which you should've as a good boyfriend, then it wouldn't mean I would cease to exist. And if I get someone in the future and I do the same you won't cease to exist to me either. You are my best friend, Satoru," he placed a hand on Gojo's shoulder, "and no girl will ever change that."

Gojo's ocean blue eyes let some tears slipped. He realized that his best friend is right, as always. Geto will always be there. And sure, even after he gets busy in his own life and won't have time for Gojo and his antics anymore, that wouldn't mean they would change into strangers to one another.

Gojo quickly wiped his tears and nodded. He swallowed the lump in his throat. "I don't want tk fix this. I want to evolve this. I want her back. I want to learn to love her again. Properly this time."

"You sure about that?"

Gojo nodded.

"Even after she won't forgive you?"

"Why wouldn't she? She's smart. She will understand. Besides, how can you rehect the best man in the world?" He forced out a chuckle.

Geto shook his head. "Arrogant and full of yourself as always."

"Yeah, what can you do..."

Geto's phone buzzed again. But this time nkt from a phone call but a message. Geto took out his phone, gave it a short glance and put it back into his pocket.

"Was it Shoko?"

Geto shook his head. "Just my reminder. Me and Shoko planned to go see a movie."

"Oh, is that what you talked about canceling?"

Geto nodded. "Y/N knocked on her door and asked to stay a few days. From what Shoko told me she was a mess."

Gojo slumped forward on his chair and hid his face in his hands. "I never wanted any of this to happen."

Geto hummed. "Do you know what this is callled? Consequences. Hurts, doesn't it?"

[itsblasttothepast]

Now I can provide the longer rant I promised and answer your question: I have a whole conspiracy theory around what is going on at RBR or rather what is going on inside RBR around Sergio. As we said before, I think all that is happening is just to make Checo quit on his own, to destroy him mentally and make him look ridiculous in front of the whole world. But aside from just being a frustrated fan, let's just look at the facts we know.

Bird is still with Sergio (I don't care about his contract, he could still work on the pitwall, just in a different position) even thought it's obvious Sergio doesn't feel comfortable with him, they do not work well together - Bird is too quiet, doesn't give necessary information and just ignores Sergio's questions sometimes. We saw that when Woody was there (Baku) Checo's performance was much much better and more important he looked relaxed and confident, something he doesn't have with Bird. So why is RBR not swapping them?

The chassis bs is just too much for my brain, the gave him a broken car and they trying to say it's becasue they want Sergio to feel more comfortable in the car? What? The thing was glued with duct tape and is falling apart so how is it for Sergio's comfort? The RB20 is shit, everyone knows it, even Max said so (aside from saying that Sergio's car is not the same), Checo can't break in any race, if he brakes he locks up and no one is trying to fix it and yet, RBR is playing the good guy game, trying to tell us they are doing what they can? Crazy;

Helmut and Marko are doing mental chess on another level, always changing their opinions, always switching points of view and always talking shit, pointing at a new driver to replace Sergio every week and then saying they want him - it's all to slowly kill Checo's confidance and honestly, it's cruel. Let's just not mention how they left him alone to face the hate and death threats TOWARDS HIS FAMILY, fueling the rumours and negativity while at the same time saying they are there to support him;

Sergio was saying the car is bad long before the summer break, before Max started to struggle too, and noone listened to him, happy to just say it's his poor driving skills and then apologising and then going back to saying it's Sergio's falut? How do you even do this much logic laps in such a short time?

To answear your question about Jos and Helmut: I think it's obvious they are on the same side so if one says shit the other will too and if one says a tiny praise the other will follow (I assume the power struggle is still going strong inside RBR but the CEO told them to shut up for the season and they want an united front to show that Horner is weaker). I also think you might be right with that third person who is pulling the strings and telling them to cool it every now and then (without that I doubt a good word about Checo could even leave Jos's mouth) - I think it might be the menagement because let's be honest and admit that the Ford deal happened thanks to Checo (I believe he was a huge part of them signing the contract even if it's not official) and they don't want to make their future partner angry; But if I had to come up with different thing, I would say Helmut is just playing his old 'all press is a good press' strategy (taking the media attention away from the team crumbling form inside out and people leaving left and right) and he just likes to make a mess. He also has that weird idea (that Toto had with Valtteri) that putting a driver until as much pressure as they can take is some sort of motivation (he admited that he does that with Yuki, I can't remember when but he said that). And about Jos... Well, aside from him just being an asshole in general I think he wanted to impress Nelson (that he was in the garage is a disgrace but whatever), maybe they have a bet who will be the bigger racist or something like that. But don't worry! They said that Lawson would be a great partner for Max so we just have to wait for Horner to say that Checo is the best driver in the world. As I was writting this another idea came to my mind - do't you think it's funny how this year is a reverse of 2021? Back then Sergio had to fit in because RBR needed him and he did a great job with that, the praises were comming even from the British media but now? Now they don't want him anymore and they are shutting him out from the team, slowly separating him and creating tensions just to make him break. Like it wasn't enough that in 2022 they made sure Sergio was aware he will never get a shot at WDC with them (also funny how the small problems inside the team started to appear when Checo disobeyed for the first time, huh?) If the contract is really ironclad I think the team decided to double on the toxicity and see how far they can push. Now it's rumour time but I will try to add a realistic sound to it: I really believe the whole deal with Franco is just to see if he can replace Checo. As in if he can create the same interest and bring as many sponsors as Sergio does and if he will be able to create this many sells and so on. I think he will be able too (because let's be honest, the kid is briliant) but I doubt RBR will sign him, maybe as a reserve or something; Another rumour is connected to the fact that I'm weirdly anxious about the silence around Daniel after he was fired, I think Horner migh still be pushing for his comeback (the only obstacle being Marko, who wants a rookie) and they are staying quiet because nothing is certain - if they manage to break Sergio, then the seat will be free (I just hope that if this happens Checo will make them pay dearly, for every little thing he gave them with nothing in return.); About the strange Jos-Nelson-Marko-Horner-Max meeting - I think it's possible they talked about the second seat but I doubt they would do it so openly in front of Piquet (maybe he is a friend but he is not a part of the team and I doubt they want to show the issues just like that in front of everyone), even if they talked about what to do I choose to belive in the contract and that they can't do anything about it; on the other hand maybe it was just a 'old friends meeting' or something, maybe Sergio wasn't there because honestly, in his position I would avoid every single one of the gang; Max was probably just frustrated with the same question over and over again

In all honesty (and to sum up the rant) I think Sergio would've been already fired (because Horner and Helmut hate him) but the contract is not easy to dismantle, Checo isn't stupid and he wouldn't allow another Racing Point to happen to him; I think right now negotiations are going strong but I really don't think they will demote or fire Checo next year. If he leaves, he will do so on his own (and good for him, even if I love watching him race); But one more thing - wouldn't it be funny if at the end of next season (since Sergio said many times he will be in F1) Sergio said he is retiring and Max does so too? Then RBR would be left with nothing and the karma would be perfect.

I totally agree with the mind games RBR are playing with Checo, it's like slowly pushing him to quit so they don't have to pay whatever it will cost them to end his contract, which it must be A LOT, I hope they go broke if that happens (I'm petty, I know).

Bird being still his engineer baffles me so much! they clearly don't work well together, and Bird keeps screwing up the strategies and being silent on the radio; this, the fucked up car and the evil enviroment... recipe to destroy anyone's mental health and stability.

You know what are we leaving out of our theories? The dinner Checo had with the RBR owner Chalerm Yoovidhya (who owns the 51% of the company) and his family. What if Checo was planning ahead, and this is why he knows he won't be fired? I just remember about the dinner because I saw an insta picture, but... how this could fit our crazy narrative?

My theory: Chalerm Yoovidhya is a Chestappen believer and wants them together.

On the other hand, I feel the reunion between the Markorner and Jos was to see how the roster to throwing rumors to the press would be. You know, which one would be first, and then who would follow. Everything to keep the bad press around Checo in this mini-break until Las Vegas.

Don't let me get started about Nelson Piquet being in the paddock this weekend. I can't believe people are defending this guy and saying he deserves to be there if Jos was also there (like they have a contest of who is the awfuler option, it was horrible).

Oh yes, it's quite ironic, when in 2021 Checo was an instrument for Max to use to win his Championship, everyone loved him, but now, they no longer see the use of him, and I suspect it is because Checo started complaining and being more outspoken about things. RBR don't like people airing things unless they are the Markorners or Jos Verstappen (who has nothing to do here, but he keeps getting in the way).

In my opinion, the Daniel thing is a long stretch but plausible because Horner loves him so much and he probably would marry him if he wasn't already with Geri.

My conspiracy theory: Checo is telling himself in the mirror to just hold on to finish the season, probably like this:

Until the new contract enters in 2025, and then...

But if they somehow manage to end Checo's contract, I hope he takes everything with him and burn them to the ground.

But something you are totally right is that Checo learned his lesson in Racing Point: Trust no contract, protect yourself. So if they can fire him, he must have a guarantee about it, his manager said that a very big sum of money, but maybe also guarantee him a seat in other team.

Checo and Max riding together into the sunset in the end of 2025, leaving RBR behind is one of my dreams, honestly! I thank you for that vision.

[my-name-is-bunnyfoxy]

To add on about donnies actions being let off the hook in the fandom, I read a fanfiction once after donnies gifts where Leo gets angry at him and starts going off about how bad of a gift the shock collar was and how dehuminizing and insulting it felt which then donnie apologizes and goes to his lab to be sad and whatnot. Then in the fic Raph and Mikey are like "cmon leo your being too harsh on him" and leo has to go apologize to donnie. It's was so weird to me since Leo's reaction seemed completely justified for the situation

No, because all of the brothers deserved to be pissed at Donnie. And if my brothers told me I was being harsh towards my brother AFTER HE PUT A LITERAL SHOCK COLLAR ON ME, WHICH BTW COULD HAVE POSSIBLY CAUSED SOME KIND OF PHYSICAL AFFECT ON LEO THAT COULD HAVE ALSO BEEN PERMANENT JUST A FRIENDLY REMINDER AND ALSO A POSSIBILITY, I'd lose my literal sanity and tell them to shut their mouths. I'm not gonna all of a sudden forgive my brother for doing that. If Leo actually did that in cannon, I'd be routing for him and would literally be annoyed if he just forgave Donnie just like that.

Oh and this also made me realize. Why the hell did Leo get the most brutal "gift"?? Like- couldn't Donnie just make a machine that only mutes his voice or changes his voice into something, which could have been funny, and not make instead a shock collar?? A shock collar is literally brutal. Meanwhile, Raph only got a helmet that kept annoying him with some kind of instructions or whatever. And Mikey got a jumpsuit that inflates whenever he does one of his flips or moves. Why in the world did Donnie of all things settle on a shock collar?? Like why of all things a shock collar??

Like bro- if we thought more realisticly, couldn't have this possibly affected Leo in some way? What if he ended up having burns around his neck or his neck simply hurted a lot or something along those lines? Do ya'll ever think about the fact this couls have easily affected Leo in some physical and or negative way? Am I the only one who only now realizes this and os questioning all of this??

Seriously though, I genuinely don't understand why a shock collar was even necessary. Listen Leo can yeah be annoying sometimes but a SHOCK COLLAR!? How messed up do you have to be to do that??

Sorry for this long rant but this only just now made me realize just how genuinely messed up this is. I'd probably even cut off my brother if he did that to me. I would literally be mortified if my damn brother did that. I'd also probably be afraid he would possinly do that again to me.

Again sorry for this long rant. I had to get this off of my chest.

[dream-meister-translations]

MAIN STORY : CHAPTER 3 PART 15

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One week later on the anniversary of the boss's death. Early in the morning, just after dawn. All of The Bloody Lady's members had lined up in a row out front of the Primus Club. In their hands were the special guns that shoot Black Fairies, and bags of black powder. MAM : Ten long years we have waited for this day. And now, on the day of his death we will finally fulfill his lifelong dream! Everything is going to plan…Only, I can't seem to find Ymir and Len anywhere…? YMIR : We're here, Mam. MAM : Ah! I hadn't seen you two in such a long time. I'd thought you betrayed me too! LEN : You're the one who betrayed us, you idiot!

YMIR : It's true. We were treated badly by a young man named Testament who is good friends with you Mam. CROW : Our friends were hurt too. Some of 'em can't even move. MAM : Ha! You rats got yourselves caught in a trap, did you? Well, you got what you deserved! NOAH : Rouge would be fine if he stopped drinking. EMMA : (Both Kai and Sion are still working hard to cure the black powder patients… We can't let them hurt anyone else…)

EMMA : Using that gun will have horrible consequences. You will kill many people. Do you realize that? MAM : This is a family decision. Stay out of it, you outsider! EMMA : But this isn't a family decision. You're getting people involved who have nothing to do with this war. MAM : Shut your mouth, you little girl! EMMA : ……�� MAM : You have no idea! This regret I feel…This hatred…This black vindictiveness that still consumes me after ten long years! Hate! Hate! Hate! A man killed my husband! Destroyed his dreams! He was betrayed by them! That's why I'm going to kill them all!! EMMA : ………

EMMA : (It's like she's possessed by a black fairy…) There was so much burning hatred radiating off of Mam…My chest tightened painfully. Witnessing such intense negative emotions caused me to flinch away from her. MAM : Let's find and purge the traitor! CAMUS : Wait, Mam! With that, Camus tossed a ruby statue of a woman at Mam's feet. CAMUS : I hereby request a bloody battle with you. MAM : ….!!!

A bloody battle is what they call an official duel within The Bloody Lady. It is said that if an underling battles the boss and wins, they take over as the new boss. If they lose, they die. CAMUS : Mam. You must duel with me for the boss's position. Those are the rules. MAM : ………. EMMA : (Hopefully Mam takes the bait…) BLOODY LADY MEMBER 1 : Where the hell is this coming from!? BLOODY LADY MEMBER 2 : Isn't a bloody battle a bit old fashioned these days? BLOODY LADY MEMBER 3 : Camus is clutchin' at straws. The members merely scoffed at him. Not taking his challenge seriously. However, Mam crossed her arms and narrowed bloodshot eyes in his direction. MAM : A bloody battle… We haven't had one of those in so many years… I'd completely forgotten… CAMUS : It's true, there hasn't been a bloody battle in over ten years. But, when the boss was alive, this tradition was very popular. He loved a good bloody battle.

MAM : But, Camus, you are no longer part of The Bloody Lady. You don't have the right to duel me. All you can do is sulk about the good old days. CAMUS : You are right. My life means nothing anymore. Therefore, I will wager everything I have on it instead. The lives of all the Primus Club members here. MAM : I knew you didn't care about them.

VICTOR : We're all part of the same guild. We agreed to give our lives. We want to protect it. LEN : Nah, I don't care about that. Camus said he was gonna win, so I took his side. Don't act like we're friends. VICTOR : I'm trying to say something profound! LEN : Well I don't wanna hear it, you idiot! SEVEN : ….The…Bloody battle…. MAM : What a group you've put together, Camus. They're all over the place. YMIR : Haha, it's still so weird seeing all of us getting along so well…Know this, even if I die, it's better than being at your beck and call, Mam. MAM : Looking at you, is like looking into a mirror of the past. It makes me sick. CAMUS : ………. MAM : Alright. Fair enough. Len and Ymir are still members of The Bloody Lady. So I shall take you up on your request to bloody battle. And when I win, I'll kill every last one of you! EMMA : (Well, she's on board…)

MAM : How would you like to do this? CAMUS : How about we play this game I used to play with the boss when I was a child? You load one bullet into the chamber of a revolver, spin the cylinder, then place the muzzle against your head and pull the trigger. We will pass the gun around. It's a simple, yet deadly game. MAM : This game is the 18th best game that I've ever played. Are you sure you can do it? CAMUS : …..Of course I can. Perhaps sensing Camus' strong determination, Mam's expression hardened. Becoming more serious. MAM : Show me the gun. Let me check if there are any tricks. CAMUS : Here. Go ahead.

Mam opens the chamber and pulls at the trigger. Inspecting both closely. MAM : A six-shooter. After checking to make sure it's not rigged, Mam loads one bullet into the chamber and spins the cylinder. MAM : The one who shoots first is always the one who requested the game, correct? CAMUS : Indeed. That is the rule the boss made. So it will be me this time. MAM : This is getting exciting. Here. Take it. Lifting the gun to his temple, Camus prepares to take the shot. After a few seconds pass, he still hasn't managed to pull the trigger. CAMUS : ………. EMMA : (Camus…?) MAM : Ahahahaha!! EMMA : Eh…?

MAM : This is why I asked if you were sure you could do it! LEN : The fuck…? YMIR : What the hell is going on? CAMUS : ………. VICTOR : Camus, are you okay? You don't look so good… LEN : Are you crazy!? You gotta be kidding me! Pull the fuckin' trigger! I bet on you 'cause you said you'd win!! Len is screaming at Camus, yet he shows no reaction. His face pale and hands trembling. SEVEN : .....Kukukuku…..

[weirdmefrom13]

I've been hospitilzed for psychiatric reasons and it was a mostly negative experience. The other patients made it better, but there were rules against interacting with eachother for extended periods of time, even under supervision, so it got very lonely. One thing I wish nurses could understand is just how dehumanizing it all is. You're no longer treated like a person and you are stripped bare of any safety net. I understand much of it is about safety, but there's a point where the harm caused by some of the restrictions is worse than the harm it prevents.

Nurses spoke about us as if we weren't even there. There was one moment I can never forget. I was talking with a patient across the hall and the two nurses started joking, saying that they wish they could put us in cages and tape our mouths shut. When I reminded them that we could, in fact, hear them, they just laughed and continued on as if they couldn't hear me or understand me, like I was an animal they couldn't understand. Ultimately, nurses hold the power in psychiatric wards, which is something that's so often ignored. For nurses, it's a shitty job, but for the patients, it's a matter of life or death. Your bad day could have serious consequences if you take it out on the patients. For context, I get chronic migraines which get so severe I can't function. I take medication, which normally helps. One day, I started getting a very bad migraine and knocked on the door to the nurses. Because I didn't "knock politely enough" (her words), they not only didn't provide me with my medication, but they also witheld advil or any other forms of pain relief. I stayed in bed for two days, heaving, but vomiting up nothing since I was not notified about meal times if I wasn't at the scheduled events. By the way, typically a patients right to leave is determined by how they act in the group activities and any missed activity counts negatively towards release.

Being a minority there also had a huge impact. For me, I was a frum Jew at the time and couldn't do activities on Saturdays as it went against Jewish law. They didn't believe me, so every hour or so they'd come to ask if I was "sure about this whole sabbath thing." None of them could get my name right and the Christian speakers they would bring in made me feel even more alienated. It was not a Christian psych ward, but they assumed Christianity was universal enough for it to not be a big deal. They didn't really have food I could eat, except for microwave meals which took a long time to prepare. Long enough, that normally I would only get a bite or two in. Additionally, they'd also get very passive-aggressive about it. Eventually I decided to just eat a granola bar instead for each meal time, since it was the only other kosher food available. I ended up losing a lot of weight, which they must have been aware of as they weighed me every morning. They were not going to let me celebrate Passover, but luckily I left just before Passover started. I heard weird comments about Jews, mostly from the nurses. When I would talk about my life, I would get pulled aside as me being different apparently alienated others. Who those "others" are, I don't know, since I was pretty friendly with most of the other patients. I was still in a better position than some of the other patients, especially the Black patients. They disproportionately punished Black patients, especially Black boys. There was an expectation the Black boys would get violent, which wasn't there even for the violent white patients. Any smile too big or fidget was seen as a threat, which the nurses always reacted swiftly too. There was one five-year old boy in my ward (it was a juvenile ward) who had a crowd of cops called on him because he....was crying. Not getting violent. No thrashing. Just crying, as five-year olds do. Obviously, I don't know the details of what these patients were struggling with, but it was very jarring how differently they treated the Black patients. One of the most clear examples of this was when this one white boy, who often got violent, started telling us about how he would rape us all and kill those Black people (Obviously not the term he used. You can guess what he said). When, finally, a Black girl next to me went "Oh my god, shut up," she was sent out for being too emotional. The white kid threatening to lynch Black people and rape all women was apparently deemed good enough to remain in the room with us. This isn't just my experience, as I've heard plenty of other Black people discuss racial discrimination within psychiatric wards (There's a history of psychiatry being used as a tool for white supremacy).

This is all a bit jumbled, but what I'm trying to get across is that you hold a lot of power over very vulnerable people. You need to, at the end of the day, be able to face those patients and view them as human, just like you. Obviously, a lot of issues are systemic, but an individual can go a long way, for good or for bad. There's a reason why sexual assault at the hands of nurses isn't uncommon in psychiatric wards. The patient can do all the reporting they want, but if they're in a psychiatric ward, their word is meaningless (doubly so if they suffer from psychotic episodes). It's not uncommon for male nurses to shower with female patients, even in juvenile wards, under the guise of protecting them. I'm not organizing this well, but I guess it's a good thing to keep in mind.

If you’ve ever been hospitalized for psychiatric reasons, I would be tremendously interested in any advice or insight you have about what made that hospitalization better or worse.

Specifically in the context that while I am not a psych nurse, I do occasionally float to that floor when they are very very very short-staffed. Since I come here so infrequently, and since it’s such a different type of work from the hospital, and frankly since I have a lot of issues with psychiatry and the way it can get weaponized against patients, I’m struggling to develop my mental model of what a good nurse does in this setting. Like I have an idea of what makes a good neuro nurse, and I have an idea of what makes a good cardiac nurse, etc etc through the medical side of the hospital. I have these nursonas for a lot of specialities, so even though I’m not a specialist—I’m float pool, I don’t specialize in anything and that’s the point of me—I can ask myself “what roughly would a speciality nurse I deeply respect do in this scenario” and then I try to do that. I don’t have that for psych, or at least not as fleshed out. I never end a shift feeling like I nailed it, you know? I’d just be grateful for more insight into the experience from the patient side. You can reply or send an ask, whatever works for you. I just don’t want to build my mental model based entirely on the view from the locked off nurse’s station.

[espies-galaxy]

The Good, The Bad, The Funny, The Awkward

Dear World,

We have all done one, or two. Honestly, it depends on how many universities you applied for and how many you actually wanted to go. Not only are they interesting to go on as a student but get this, actually being the one giving the tour is the most awkward thing in the world! Not ideal for already awkward people...

Giving the tours (and going on the tours) are super awkward because you want to be interested and care but you do not actually want to bore the people with the facts. So, you know what? Here is the honest truth from an ex-campus tour guide.

1. The smile you see on my face is not real.

I'm not ever this happy to be talking to strangers because usually I'm highly stressed and it has just become a conditioned response to seeing people.

2. "Here is our math building. The building where you go to class for math because every degree requires math. Math."

When what I want to say is "Math building where I've never actually have a math class. No, you'll have Spanish in here mostly."

3. "Oh so how was your trip here? Was it far?"

I try to sound very caring and on the off chance, I had a really good day and just in a good mood, I do care. But my inner monologue is more like "How was your trip? I am going to assume good since you made it here." Then they tell you and then they keep talking so you do this weird head nod thing like you're trying to understand a language.

4. "And here is our Mass Communications building, also known as the Buell Communication Center or BCC because Buell Communications Center is SOOO LONG. It is home to Mass Communications and all its emphases!"

Since this really is my home I play it up so much and probably annoy the group because I am basically saying, "This is our Mass Comm building. We call it the BCC which means Buell Communications Center. We have amazing radio stations, a campus magazine, and TV studio. Mass Comm is awesome. I am Mass Comm and I am awesome look at me!" Internally I am cringing.

5. The importance of never saying ANYTHING negative.

While yes, I agree, I also want to be real with people because no place is perfect. So I say, "This is our Library and Academic Resource Center aka the LARC but most just call it the Library. You can get coffee inside and study away!"

6. Except that (#5) is a description of what finals week is like.

What I want to say it. "This is a great place to nap and not get disturbed because people understand you're napping in a public place and they respect you for that."

My favorite part of being a campus guide was the weird questions people ask about housing:

"Can my son bring an oven?"

What I have to say, "No he can not that is against the rules but there is a kitchen he can use that is in the lobby area of the halls."

What I want to say, "Can we take a minute for you to reflect on your own question. I understand you're are worried because your son is leaving for college, but really? Please, think about that and get back to me."

"Why did you let the bugs in?"

What I have to say, "Sometimes they just get inside whether it's from the doors or windows. It is just something that happens."

What I want to say, "Yes ma'am, I personally let the bugs inside because I secretly love insects. Oh wait, I do not live here, so maybe I opened the door and let them in!"

Honestly, though, being a guide was fun, you learn a lot about interacting with people, and you learn to keep your mouth shut to some weird, weird things. I wouldn't take back my experience for the world.

Sincerely,

Your Ex-Campus Tour Guide

(originally written by me on April 25, 2016)

[leam1983]

Chameleon

Something about Sarah changes profoundly, when we get intimate. Something in the way the light catches her eyes, well outside of that particular myopic glint I know we both have.

Walter's interest in intimacy is fairly rooted into lust. We get effusive as Hell, but his spoken constants are telling: calling me delicious between kisses, calling me warm, calling me sweet; whereas Sarah's closer to how I operate. We're both anxious by nature and we constantly second-guess ourselves. It takes some work to get her to remove her defenses, some convincing her of her own innate strengths and worth. She the smartest woman I know, beating out the previous record-holder (my mother) and every bit the Litmus Test type of nerd you hear of pejoratively. However, she doesn't check boxes with me because she wants to define where I sit, but because she's looking to find out where she'll get to deep-dive. As we got closer, intimacy joined this set of topics and eventually allowed us to reach the point where we find ourselves.

It's strange, honestly. Walt genuinely loves my wilting legs, my little belly sag, my efforts to tame my own frame and my sometimes failing to resist certain temptations. He even loves the fact that I'm disabled, seeing as offering me physical support seems to appease some sort of head-of-the-family, patriarchal-not-in-the-negative-sense urge that he has. Walt's a gay guy who's always wanted a family, and Sarah just likes what's between my ears. Everything Walt dotes over, she doesn't care about. Again, I don't mean this negatively.

You know how I don't see race became seen as reductive to inclusivity efforts? I feel that on some level of interpretation, both it and "I don't see disability" also need to be seen as markers of inclusion. Love is a point where sexual orientation, creed, ethics or personal preferences are sort of eclipsed, to the point where you think that this exact person you love is worth basing the entirety of your relationship to them on the parts you see as being positive. That's what I mean when I say that Sarah doesn't see my disability. Acceptance would imply some sort of process, and she just - sidestepped it over a few years, as completely did my cane and my hugging the walls became normal to her.

And so, we talk. Walt would seal my mouth shut with his tongue, break the seal to let me breathe at regular intervals and otherwise moan inside me, hands pressing me close - and Sarah's more the type to keep our liplocks to brief respites between our hugging, chin-to-shoulder even as we're gyrating - and to ask me about whatever it she needs clarification on.

Last night, she had a weird mind-burp and flashed back to her History classes. She remembered the Egyptians' main military and socioeconomic rivals were the Hittites for a long while, but didn't remember much of their own structure, or which pharaoh finally bested them. Then it was back to strategies to use while playing Darktide, release being more of a hiccup for her than one of Walt's explosions of sensory bliss. Her breath halts, turns ragged, she quickly pants a few times even as her legs stiffen against mine - and then she relaxes. The come-down isn't too long, maybe twenty minutes at most, and then she trots either to the bathroom or to mine and Walt's bedroom.

She's slower with him - more exploratory. Walt is slightly more reserved with her than he is with me, letting her control the flow of it all. Raw need being less of a driving factor for these two, there's a sense of profound respect that's been instigated. She's the teacher, he's the pupil.

I'm the talker, between both of us guys. Sarah knows I'm up for bedside banter, and can play along with her need to open up somewhat. Walt's the "roll-over-and-snore" type - or the "cuddle-and-snore" type, in his case.

There's something to loving this woman, and to know she's finally met people she can openly depend on - something that feels unique. When it's the three of us together in bed, lust and love combine into a particularly potent mix. You can expect more effusiveness and a ton of cheerfully irrational comments by all parties involved.

"We'd survive well enough together, just the two of us," Walt once told me, "but Sarah is our bonding agent. You love the parts of her that make us feel youthful and capable, and I love the part of her that combines lover and daughter when I see her, as cringeworthy as it seems. If one of her parents showed up and demanded I give out one of my kidneys, I'd do it without hesitation."

She's getting better at this. Walt stifles a cry, bites at his cufflink on the right - all the while knowing he's seconds away from losing it - and finally goes slack, on a silent exit moan.

"One day," he sighs, "we're renting a cabin out in the woods and screaming ourselves hoarse under the covers."

She laughs and squirms closer. "I'd love that."

[skyfall8600]

Can I request a fluffy Eddie Munson x fem. reader oneshot where it’s Eddie’s Birthday and reader surprises him with a present that has a sonagram photo and a baby onesie and tells Eddie he’s going to be a father?

(I have a special request of what I want the onesie to say, so I will send you a picture of the message I would like on it. ) 🙂❤️

Of course babes.

Masterlist

Birthday Pictures

Eddie’s 21st birthday was coming up and you wanted it to be epic. With Dustin’s help, you were putting together a massive picture collage full of pictures of Eddie over the last few years. There were a range of types of pictures, school photos, yearbook photos… but many were from you and Dustin randomly capturing pictures of him.

With everything that happened with Vecna, you wanted to capture all the good moments. You never knew when it would suddenly end and everything turned back to hell on earth.

“We cannot use that one.” Dustin said, moving around the photos. He opened up a fresh packet of raisins.

The smell hit you quickly and you instantly felt sick. “Those smell disgusting! How can you eat that?”

He looked at you confusingly, “They smell the same as always.”

You noticed that lately you were noticing a lot more unique smells than usual. Your mother opened up a chocolate bar the other day and you practically gravitated towards it.

After dropping Dustin off at home, you decided to try for a midnight snack. Your body seemed to move before your mind realised what weird combination you put together. Anchovies and peanut butter.

“That’s insanely good, oh my god.” You said to yourself, shoving more into your mouth. You were enjoying every bite, until suddenly, your body disagreed with the combination.

You rushed to the bathroom and threw up everything you just ate. After twenty minutes, you sighed from exhaustion and slumped against the toilet seat unsure of what you did to deserve this. Your eyes wandered around the bathroom and that’s when you noticed something. Something that you hadn’t touched in almost two months now.

“Oh shit. Oh shit shit shit.”

You tried to recall the last few weeks, secretly hoping that maybe you did use them but forgot. But after a few minutes, the last time you remembered having your period was weeks ago.

You were physically numb as you walked over to your phone, dialing the only person who you know would be calm in this situation. “Nancy? Ah, I kinda need a favour…”

She brought you three different brands of pregnancy tests, and a large packet of tissues. She sat with you after you peed on the little sticks and held your hand as you waited for the timer to go off. When it did, you saw three dark positive tests. No faint lines, no negatives.

“Do you want me to come with you?” Nancy asked the following day. You didn’t know how you got the courage to call the doctors so soon after finding out, but it was all you could think about.

You wanted to make sure everything was okay. You wanted this. Sure it wasn’t planned, but the idea of being able to share something so wonderful with Eddie made you certain you wanted it more than anything.

“Yes please, I don’t think I can handle being on my own if they say something is wrong.”

“Nothing will be wrong. I’m sure it’s all fine. Let’s get you some food before you go, your appointments at 1pm yeah?” Nancy asked and you nodded.

All your nerves came back when you were seated in the waiting room. Lots of baby pinks, flowers and fruit decorated every inch of the room. Thankfully you didn’t have to wait long before the doctor called your name.

They asked you basic questions at forced. Then you proceeded to lift up your shirt for the sonogram machine to confirm the pregnancy. You screwed your eyes shut, unable to bring yourself to see the screen out of fear. But all of that floated away when you heard the faintest of heartbreaks echo through the room. Nancy excitedly kissed your forehead as a congratulations but your entire world and focus were on that screen.

Two and a half months pregnant. That’s what the doctor said.

The days that followed went by in a blur. Eddie’s birthday was one day away and you were scared. You wanted to surprise him with the news as an extra birthday gift, but the ‘what if’ was driving you insane.

What if he didn’t want it?

What if you lost it?

What if…. What if….

“You okay love?” Eddie asked, watching you from the other end of the couch. “Thought this was your favourite movie lately.”

“It is, I just… feel really tired. Might go to bed to make sure I’ve got lots of energy for your birthday tomorrow.” You tried saying with a smile, but it was a challenge that he didn’t buy.

“Babe, what’s wrong? You’ve been off all week.” He asked, moving closer to you. “Are you coming down with something? I promise I won’t get mad if I have to spend my birthday looking after you if you're sick.”

His cool rings grazed your forehead as he checked you out. God you loved him.

“I promise I’m fine. Just tired, plus if we sleep the faster you get to open your presents.” He smirked at that, always a sucker for birthday sex as his favourite gift.

You were surprised how well you were able to keep it a secret from him. Once you were sure he was fast asleep, you decided to get over your nerves and place one final photograph in the middle of the collage. You taped the edges of it, allowing for it to be taken off once it’s done it’s purpose. The other surprise, a personalized baby onesie was stashed behind the board. Unsurprisingly, Eddie woke up very early to claim his first gift.

He kissed all alone your face and down your neck, waking you up in the process. “Good morning birthday boy, happy 21st.”

You kissed him passionately.

By the time everyone arrived for the party, Eddie was so engrossed with everyone that he managed to not notice the nerves radiating from your body. Nancy was whispering words of encouragement by your side and you decided it was finally time.

Everyone gathered around giving him small gifts and tokens. Then all eyes landed on you, the last person with a gift still in their hand. You didn’t say a single word as you placed the covered collage in front of him, the onesie now hidden behind Nancy.

“Aw looks amazing! Didn’t think I’d ever have so many photos of me!” Eddie said, his eyes roaming over the different stages of his life. He paused for a moment, looking at the little black and white sonogram photo. “Oh, that looks insanely good quality for a 21 year old photo. Surprised that anyone actually kept it.”

You could hear the sadness in his voice. He thought the baby in the sonogram was him.

“Look at it a bit closer Eddie.” You whispered to him, using your eyes to guide his to see the date that clearly stated the current year.

“It’s recent- why would you-“ the words caught in his mouth and his eyes started to water, “are you saying that- oh my god, is it-“

He was a rambling mess, placing down the collage delicately and moving so his entire body was facing yours. You nodded, extending out your hand to Nancy who gave you the onesie that said ‘Hello Daddy, I can’t wait to meet you’ in black cursive letters.

“I’m pregnant Eddie.”

And with the words finally said, he became a crying mess. Instantly hugging you with all his strength before he remembered the precious cargo you had in your abdomen and he gave you a bit more distance between your bodies.

“I’m gonna be a Dad?”

“Yeah, you are.”

He nodded, his hands rubbing your face before moving down to hold your stomach. “I’m gonna be a dad. I’M GONNA BE A DAD!”

Everyone erupted in cheers and celebrated for the rest of the night.

“Best gift ever.” He said, giving you on final kiss.

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@fentyreligion @littlelunarfox @coconutchumby @eempxth @superflannel @fluffycookies22 @yearwalker96 @magicalchocolatecheesecake @grungegrrrl @m1rkw00dpr1ncess @dixontardis @buckyslwts @bratckerman @dani-d0rk @reddisteddie @tomshelbystits

[jessnotfoundd]

𝐂𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐞 𝐠𝐨 𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞?

Pairing : cc!Wilbur x reader!

Masterlist here!

Wilbur came to my house on the last day of the tour and we spent the whole week together.

-That movie is trash- he says sitting down at my side.

-What if I wanted to see it?- I put on the best puppy eyes I could.

-Yeah, no, sorry darling, but we are not doing this.- he leans to kiss my forehead and I snuggle on his chest while his left-hand trace invisible lines in my back.

-I thought you were a better man- I said and I can feel him smirk.

-Yeah, whatever- he kisses my head and I can't help but melt.

-I might ask Tommy to see that movie, he's gonna be okay for sure.- I sit back to see him, the smirk already gone.

-Well, maybe we can make a deal- he gets his face a little closer to mine.

-No, you're never fair with deals- My smile grows.

-I was going to propose something super cool but you didn't let me even finish. So yes, deal with hurting my tall man's feelings. - he goes all dramatic.

-I can deal with that if you don't cry too loud- I joke and he pretends to cry.

-That goes straight to my heart. Hear it break- he put the right hand of his on the heart.

-Will. There is no heart- I said and he looks away.

-Stop. you're digging my grave now.- we both laugh and I kiss his cheek.

-I love you, Wilbur.- I go back to the previous position we were in and let him actually choose a movie.

-I love you too, y/n-

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-You cook so well.- he says mouthful of cake and I laugh.

I made some cake to celebrate I'm now going to be a teacher and he was there to celebrate with me.

I sit on his lap and I feel safe, it was never this way with anyone else.

-Will- he looks at me.

-Yes, darling?- he holds me so I wouldn't fall.

-Thanks for being here. It means a lot.- I lean to rest my head on his chest. Mostly to hide how in love I was. I feel hard for this man.

-I'm always gonna be here for you babe- he kisses my head and I play with his fingers. -Now, open your mouth.- he says collecting cake on the fork he was using.

-Ugh, it has your saliva, Wilbur.- I joke. I actually didn't mind.

-And?- he takes the fork closer to my mouth. I open it anyways.

-Do you think it'll stop raining?- I ask looking out the window and he nods negatively.

-It'll be a long long night of movies.- he sings and I protest jokingly.

-Your movie's taste is so weird, just like you.-

He acts hurt again and I just laugh.

-Stop treating me that way, you're always so mean to me.- I push his shoulder.

-Shut up I make myself more comfortable on his lap and he speaks.

-Darling, I love you so fucking much that I can't help with the feeling of wanting to kiss you right now.- he says and I fix myself so I can face him.

-For real?- I look at him in shock.

-Yes, I've loved you since we were like 18-

"if you're going to break my heart, can we do it outside?-

-But it's raining- I smirk.

-That way i can go all in on my melodramatic movie moment.-

-But im not gonna break youre heart, i love you too and I've been feeling the same way for a long time now.

-Then can we kiss outside?-

-Wilbur, we're not going outside.- I laugh.

-You're so boring.- he brushes it off.

-Come here, you idiot.- I take him by the collar of his T-shirt and bring him for a kiss.

-Damn, I wanted to be the first one to go for a kiss.-

-We can pretend that didn't happen.-

-Yeah, let's just forget that one, come here.- he reaches for the back of my neck, making me go closer until our lips are smashing into each other so desperately.

[hpimaginesandblurbs]

PLEASEE we need a part 2 of Draco arranged marriage smut with preg readerr😩❕

mixed with this request: hey, can i request a combo of smut, angst, fluff draco x fem reader where she’s his wife, but draco’s been very busy lately and she needs him, she thinks he doesn’t find her attractive anymore because they hadn’t had sex in a long time, but draco tells her that he still loves her and make love to her? sorry if this is weird, and only if you’re comfortable. anyways have a good day

pairing: draco malfoy x reader

word count: 2.5k

warning(s): 18+, pregnant!reader, mentions of negative body image, mentions of weight gain, oral (female receiving), breast play, pregnant sex

a/n: this is actually part 3 to the arranged marriage draco series, so feel free to read the other two before this one if you haven't already! i love these ones so much. also my fbi agent probably thinks i'm a really kinky pregnant lady based on my search history while writing this but oh well.

part 1 / part 2 

It had been almost two years since your arranged marriage to Draco Malfoy and a lot had changed since then.

Firstly, you two were very much happily in love. Your engagement and the first two weeks of your marriage had been awkward and tense, leading you to find pleasure in the arms of your ex. After an impulsive move to admit your mistake to Draco on the very same day, mixed in with some aggressive sex, you two had decided to give your relationship a real shot. It was the best decision either of you had ever made. And now, two years later, you could happily and honestly say it was a real marriage filled with love.

Secondly, Draco had fully taken over as the sole leader of the Malfoy’s family business. You still weren’t entirely sure what the business entailed even after he had explained it to you a dozen times, but you were still proud of him. He worked hard and that hard work was all for you and your growing family.

Oh, right.

The biggest change in your lives has been your pregnancy. It wasn’t exactly planned but it wasn’t exactly an accident either. The two of you had simply decided to let fate decide, and fate was deciding now. You were six months in and you were really beginning to show. It wasn’t the bump that was the problem, but your husband's reaction. Or non-reaction. You understood he was busy with work and more than likely tired when he finally made it to bed, but he had barely touched you over the past few weeks other than small kisses. You knew he loved you, there was no doubting that, but you were starting to have your doubts about his attraction towards you.

Which led to the current situation unfolding in your bedroom.

“Why are you wearing that to bed? You never wear that much clothing to go to sleep,” Draco asked, his face laced with concern as he stripped from his work clothes near the bottom of the bed.

You almost wanted to roll your eyes. Or scream. Because of course he noticed. He noticed everything. You settled on giving him a non committed shrug, but of course he wasn’t having any of that either.

He quickly rounded to the bed to sit down beside you. “Are you feeling alright?” He asked, already bringing his hand up to feel your forehead.

You quickly pushed his hand away and this time you couldn’t stop yourself from rolling your eyes. “I feel fine,” you replied shortly, praying that he wouldn’t keep pestering you about it.

In truth, you were wearing a full set of pajamas to bed because you just didn’t feel attractive wearing your usual over sized shirts or skimpy, small sets anymore. You knew, rationally, that most of it was in your head, but his lack of libido for you lately wasn’t helping you feel much better about your current weight gain.

“Why all the clothing, then? Are you cold? I can turn the heat up if you’d like,” Draco continued, but he stood back up to continue changing.

“Draco, I said I was fine,” you insisted, barely keeping the annoyance out of your voice.

“Do you have a sexy set of lingerie underneath that you want me to find?” He asked, playfully now.

You scoffed. “Not that you’d fuck me if I did anyways,” you whispered under your breath.

But of course he heard you.

“What was that?” He asked, spinning back around to face you, his shirt half unbuttoned and his tie around his neck. Damn him for looking so good.

“I know you heard me. Don’t make me repeat it,” you replied coldly, rolling over so you didn’t have to face him any more.

“Y/N,” he called, trying to get your attention, trying to get you to turn back around. Once he realized that wouldn’t work, he rounded the bed so he could see your face. “Why do you think that?” He asked calmly, but you could see the desperate confusion all over his face.

“‘Why do I think that?’” You mocked, the question riling you up enough to force you to sit up. “Oh, I don’t know, maybe because you haven’t touched me in weeks. I know I’ve gained weight and I know I’m probably starting to look like a whale but-”

“Hey, hey, hey,” he cut you off, swiftly climbing onto the bed so he could be closer to you. “Darling, please calm down,” he pleaded softly, gently dragging you onto his lap so he could hold you. You let him move you easily, but you were still uneasy. He held you close and waited for you to calm down a bit and get settled before he started.

“First of all, you don’t look like a whale so let’s get that out of the way. You never have and you never will no matter how big this baby gets. You’re growing a child inside of you, darling. Please don’t be so hard on yourself for something you’re supposed to be doing right now,” he told you, absentmindedly stroking your growing belly. It was a new quirk he had picked up once you started showing - either of you started talking about the baby and suddenly his hand was on your stomach. The familiarity of the movement put you at ease and you leaned further into him.

“Secondly, I haven’t initiated anything because you were telling me how tired you’ve been. I didn’t want to push you into something you didn’t want or end up hurting you or the baby, so I didn’t try anything. I realize now that that was a mistake, because I hate that I made you feel this way, darling. I should have just asked. But please trust me when I tell you I’ve wanted you every day, same as it’s always been and always will be. Merlin, the past few weeks I’ve been going to bed and waking up hard enough to pound nails,” he admitted sheepishly, causing you to giggle.

Even the thought of him being hard had you clit throbbing and your body perking up. The past few weeks had left you desperate and aching despite the fatigue and other pregnancy symptoms wreaking havoc on your body. Despite the seriousness of the conversation, you wanted him now.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” He finally asked, cutting off your train of thought.

You debated lying or even brushing off the question, but you knew he wouldn’t drop it unless he was certain you were being honest. Serious conversations called for honest responses.

“A couple of reasons I guess. You work hard all day and I know you’re tired by the time we get to bed, so I felt bad asking. And with the thoughts I was having it didn’t even really seem worth it to try anything because I thought you’d just shut me down,” you confessed, not even daring to look up at him.

“Darling, the day I say no to sex with you is the day my cock doesn’t work,” he said with a chuckle, but his hand came up to grab you under the chin to turn your head to face him. “I think you’re beautiful, Y/N. I have since the day I met you and everyday since. I don’t call you ‘my pretty girl’ for no reason. If you wanted me to make you feel good, you could have just asked me.”

You gave him a small smile, your first genuine one all day. But you jumped at the opportunity. “Even right now?” You asked bashfully, referencing the less-than-sexy pajamas you were wearing.

He didn’t even bother giving you an answer. On your next breath, he was pulling you into a heated kiss that you have been waiting weeks for. You both have been waiting if his enthusiasm was anything to go by.

Gently, so gently as if you might break if he was any rougher, he moved you both until you were laying flat on your back without breaking the kiss once. In mere moments he was stripping you bare, removing your layers until you were finally exposed to him. He didn’t give you a moment to be insecure, though.

“You’re fucking gorgeous,” he murmured, his dark eyes trailing over every inch of your body. You might have thought he was just feeding you compliments if you didn’t see the utter rapture in his eyes, but his look of lust was unmistakable.

You were breathless just from the way he was looking at you, equally stunned and turned on by the way he was devouring you with his eyes. But when he immediately ducked down to lick a harsh trail up your soaked slit, a moan of pleasure got ripped from your throat without hesitation. After weeks of nothing but self inflicted torture, feeling his tongue on you was an otherworldly experience.

“Fuck, I missed this,” he murmured against your aching clit before unleashing himself on you like a starving man. He started on your clit, giving it kitten licks and sucking it in between his lips until your legs were shaking. Eventually, he made his way down to your entrance to fuck you with his tongue, making you writhe against the sheets and practically scream his name.

“Cum for me, pretty girl. I can feel how close you are,” he demanded, his lips a caress against your sensitive skin as he worked you closer and closer to your release with his tongue.

He sucked your clit into his mouth one last time, and that was your undoing. You came with a scream, your back arching obscenely as wave upon wave of pleasure coursed through your body. Despite not having made you cum in weeks, your husband certainly did not disappoint. You doubted he ever would.

You could feel Draco staring at you as you came down from your high, and when you cracked your eyes open you were just as transfixed as he looked. His usually perfect hair was a mess, sticking up in odd places from the way you had mused your fingers through his locks. His lips were swollen and wet, in equal measure from the kisses you had been sharing and his exquisite ministrations on your still throbbing cunt. And his eyes were dark with lust, staring into yours like you held the answer to every question he ever had.

“Did that feel good, darling?” He cooed, his hands trailing possessively up your body as he raised himself to hover above you.

“I want more,” you told him honestly as he took your tender breasts in his hands, tweaking your nipples just to force a whine out of you.

“Keep making those pretty noises and we might be here all night,” he said with a smirk, his head ducking down to suck on the nipples he had just been playing with.

It felt so much better than it usually did, probably thanks to how sore they were. His tongue was soothing every inch of you and every movement caused another pulse of pleasure to go directly to your clit.

“Fuck, I think I can cum like this,” you gasped, pulling his head impossibly closer to your chest.

With graceful ease he doubled down on his actions, licking and sucking on your nipples with fervor as he slipped a hand down to play with your clit. Your body was in sensory overload as he worked you closer and closer to the edge, never once stopping what he was doing just to get you there.

You arched your back, suffocating him with your breasts as you reached your peak. Your cunt clenched around nothing as he worked you through it, his own moans vibrating against your sensitive nipples.

Draco wasted no time in stripping the second your breathing evened out, settling himself in the cradle of your thighs once he was back on the bed at lightning speed.

“Tell me if it’s too much. I don’t know how gentle I can be right now,” he said softly, a warning you’d probably ignore because you needed him inside of you just as badly as he did right now.

You could only nod back, your voice caught in your throat in anticipation. In one swift movement, he was buried inside you to the hilt, both of you giving strangled moans at the sensation.

He started slow, letting your body readjust to his impressive length and girth. You weren’t even sure which noises were yours and which were his, but you did know you were fighting not to roll your eyes back in your head in order to watch him work. He was clearly holding back, but his impeccable self control was shattering as he thrust inside of you.

You knew just how to break him.

“Fuck me like you mean it. Draco, please. I want to feel it in the morning,” you whined, your voice breathy from just his slow movements. You knew you’d be helpless to your own desire once he broke, but you knew it would be worth it.

He took a moment to look at you, an assessing gaze in his eyes. It was sweet that he didn’t want to hurt you, but that’s not what you needed or wanted right now. Far from it, really. He must have liked what he saw because from one breath to the next, you were screaming his name.

His next thrust was brutal, deep and hard just the way you were craving. You knew neither of you would last long like this, not with all the pent up arousal, but it was worth it to feel the powerful movements of his hips as he ruined you.

Despite his lack of control, he was still meticulous in the way he tore you apart. Slowly, he dipped his head down once more to suck a nipple into his mouth. Your back arched as you writhed under him, only pushing his cock deeper inside of you. Once you felt his fingers on your clit, you knew you were done for.

The world was a blur as your climax hit you, your vision and hearing almost nonexistent as he fucked you through it. It was only when you heard Draco let out his own ragged, breathless moan that you felt your body falling back into place underneath him while he released deep inside of you.

You both stayed like that for a time, your bodies still joined and close as you both came back down to earth. It felt almost impossible to catch your breath, but when he pulled out and wrapped you in his arms you felt your entire body settle into him. The silence that fell over the room was peaceful and content, but a stark contrast from what it had been mere minutes ago.

“Go to sleep, pretty girl. I’m staying home tomorrow and at this rate it’s doubtful we’ll ever make it out of bed,” he finally said, his promise coming with a smirk you couldn’t see from your angle but you knew was dancing across his face.

“I like the sound of that,” you conceded, slowly succumbing to the sleep you desperately needed after that, but the last thought you had before sleep took you was that you had never felt more loved, more cherished, more beautiful than right now in his arms.

[chippedaxe]

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Title: Irritated Arousal

Warning(s): cursing, NSFW, thigh f!cking, sub reader, tell me if I should add more warnings.

Pronouns: They/Them, non specific anatomy

Synopsis: Karl with a reader that gets angry when they’re h word <3

Pairing: c!Karl X Sub! Reader

Word count: 1.7k

Note: unedited* idk why I wrote this? I was just bored one night and couldn’t think of anything else to do.

- also don’t bully the title, LITERALLY couldn’t think of anything better!

- also I copied and pasted this from my notes instead of writing it on tumblr so that’s why it might look a bit weird or different!

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Your head whipped around to stare blankly at the silly boy “what?” You spat out at him as he stared back dumbfounded “why’re you upset, is it because of me?” He poked your cheek innocently and you slapped his hand away.

“Yes! It is- go away!” You waved him off “please tell me what’s wrong! What did I do???” He started nagging at you and pulling at your clothes which annoyed you even more “stop it Karl!” You exclaimed “ah- sorry!” He pulled away and apologised “I just- I’m really annoyed right now!” Your face was tinted with what he thought was anger but was really embarrassment.

You knew how you got when you were horny and you knew the crabby attitude that you were portraying was just a front to hide how desperate you are. You crossed your arms and tried to take it off your mind, trying to avoid Karl as well.

“Come on sweetheart, what did I do wrong?” Karl caressed your cheek and you shivered slightly “don’t do that- I told you! I’m just annoyed!” You pushed him away “would it be better if I let you alone for a bit?” Karl got up to give you some space but you stopped him “Yes! Wait- no? Maybe? ugh- I don’t know!” You held your head in your hands.

Your thought process is literally fucked when you’re horny, most of the time you’re unable to think of things other than sex when you’re aroused. “Can I do anything to make you feel better?” Karl gave a sweet smile, you knew exactly how you wanted to answer that but hesitated.

“Maybe..” you considered whether or not to just straight out tell him, you’d expect him to tease you for being cranky over something so silly. “What can I do for you, honey?” Karl leaned back on the couch “you.. could..” you tried to think of something but your mind only led you back to one thing. Sex.

“AH! You’re a stupid nerd!” You shouted and then stomped off, you were obviously irritated and a bit annoyed but you didn’t wanna say or do anything that would actually be damaging. “Stupid? I’m literally the smartest person in the world” he joked around and you gave him a weird look.

“Aw come on! I thought you’d like that!” He lowered his head, you sighed in defeat. He was really trying to cheer you up even though he didn’t know what was wrong! You may as well tell him your problem, right? I mean he should be happy to help!

“What is it?” He noticed your sigh and came over to caress your face, you lowered your head and buried your face in his chest as you confessed sheepishly “I’m horny.” He gave out a little laugh “sorry- what?” He asked again “I’m.. horny!” Your face was full of embarrassment, you felt slightly humiliated.

“Is that all? I thought you were really upset with me for a moment!” He snickered, his lips pressing to your cheek for a moment. He straightened his back “alright then- we walking back to the bedroom or are you happy for me to take you here on the couch?” You pouted at his question, obviously you didn’t care where he stuffed his dick inside of you!

You didn’t bother to move so he just assumed you wanted to fuck on the couch, Karl got on top of you and started to lean in for a kiss. You snubbed him and turned your head, you still weren’t feeling happy with how long he took to figure out you were horny!

“Still mad? That’s alright, I’ll fuck the happiness into you! Or at least fuck the anger out” Karl kissed your temple lovingly “shut up” you tried not to smile at his silliness “make me!” Karl tried to kiss you again but this time you let him, his lips capturing yours in a passionate and loving kiss.

His lips were warm and soft, it made you melt underneath him- or the anger might just be melting you. You reached up and took a hand full of his hair, using it to deepen the kiss. Your tongue made its way into his mouth, the pink muscle slithering around every crevice of his mouth.

He pulled away for air, his face red and Karl’s hair sticking to his forehead. He was panting and starting to become really sweaty “aw gross! You’re all sweaty!” You complained but he laughed “oh baby, I know you love it!” He kissed your cheek again.

Karl unbuttoned his shirt and slid it off “it’s starting to really get hot in here” he sighed when the cold air hit his body. Karl then took your shirt off for you and inspected your body, the way he looked at it was like he’d never seen it before, like this was the last time and he’d never see it again.

You squirmed under his predatory like gaze “don’t stare at me like that, hun’ it’s making me feel exposed..” you complained lightly “oh I’m sorry darling, didn’t mean to make you feel ‘exposed’” he laughed to himself as he slowly leaned in and began leaving light kisses along your jawline.

You tilted your head back a bit to allow him more room, he smiled against your skin and began to suck a little bit as he kissed your jaw. His hands roamed your chest curiously, pinching and grabbing at the soft flesh. You whined out loud as he groped you up, hands clawing at the couch.

“Y-you’re taking too long..” you voiced your complaints, feeling slightly agitated at how he was testing your patience “just thought you might like a bit of foreplay, forgive me..” Karl caressed your cheek. You slapped his hand away and huffed “I’ll hurry it up now then, pants off please darling” he smiled at you.

You pulled your pants down your thighs and let it drop to the floor, thumbs hooking under the waist band of your underwear and sliding them off as well. Karl leaned back and admired your body, eyes glazing over every nook and cranny.

Karl gently parted your legs, his eyes immediately being drawn to your aching hole. “Oh darling, that looks painful.. let me help you” he lowered his hand down and allowed one of his slender fingers to curl up inside of you. You gasped and covered your mouth with your hand, eyes squinting to look at him.

“Is this too much?” He asked you, you shook your head and decided to be a bit of a brat “n-not enough.” You told him. Karl’s smile faltered for a bit but then returned when he shoved a second finger into you, your hole taking his hand so easily.

Your tight fleshy walls clenched around his two fingers, your breathing became a bit more heavy as you were starting to get close. “G-gonna cum..” you warned Karl “oh? Already? But I thought you wanted me to fuck you..” he pouted at you. You could see that he was obviously teasing you but you still gave him what he wanted.

You opened your legs up more and looked at him through your eyelashes, head tilting downward slightly “I want you to fuck me still..” you spoke quietly. Karl smiled and pulled his hand away from your hole which made you whine, you then quickly dismissed your negative feelings as he replaced his two fingers with his penis.

Karl slid himself into you gently, your hole already being stretched open- sucking him in. You leaned your head back and arched your back a bit, your hips aching from the hold that Karl had on them.

Karl gripped your hips tightly, starting to thrust against you. His balls slapped your ass with every thrust he did, the sounds of skin on skin echoing around the room. You hoped your disturbing noises wouldn’t be heard from outside.

You squealed and struggled to keep your mouth shut as Karl pressed himself deeper inside of you, the head of his cock pressing against your insides. Karl let out a soft groan as he rocked his hips against you, nails gently dragging along your thigh which left light scratch marks.

You couldn’t help letting out a loud moan, feeling much better letting it out than to conceal your pleasure. Karl started going faster the moment you started being more vocal which only encouraged you to stop being quiet.

You were sure the whole SMP could hear the two of you now, heaving sweaty bodies pressed to each other with the sounds of clapping and groaning in the room. Your hands wrapped around Karl’s torso, nails threatening to scratch his skin.

Tears pricked at your eyes gently as you felt what may have been the best orgasm of your entire life about to approach, you tapped Karl and tried to make it clear that you couldn’t hold on for him any longer and you had to let go “g-gonna cum!!” You exclaimed “that’s okay baby, do it for me..” he encouraged.

You let go, cumming around his cock. Juices from you started to leak out of your hole and onto your thighs, making you groan in annoyance “oh perfect.. Baby, you don’t mind if I get off with your thighs, do you?” Karl smiled up at you.

You shrugged and laid down, panting heavily as you tried to catch your breath, feeling a bit sensitive as Karl pulled out of you and slid himself between your legs. His dick slipped between both of your thighs closed together.

He started to fuck himself against you, now only thrusting for his own pleasure and enjoyment “oh thank you, baby..” he moaned out softly. His hands gripped onto your soft plushy thighs, his cock twitching against you which let you know he was about to cum.

Karl shuddered, his hips pausing their movement as he suddenly came; cum shooting out onto your thighs and covering a bit of your stomach. “Ah! Thank you!”Karl flopped on top of you, arms hugging your sweet body “No problem but I’m all dirty now!” You complained “I guess we’ll have to bathe together then, my dear” Karl chuckled before kissing your forehead and getting up to run you two a shower.

[dangerehrenn]

Hi! Please may I request platonic hc’s with all the guys (or maybe just a few if you don’t wanna write too much! ) where the reader comes out to them as lesbian? (So long as you feel comfortable with that)

Thanks so much! (P.S you absolutely deserve those 100 followers, well done!!)

of course!! and thank you! :’)

you come out to them as a lesbian

ehren:

when you sit down with him and let him know you have something important to tell him

he’s all ears, ready (and a bit anxious) to hear what you have to say

when you tell him he’ll pull you into a big hug

he’s so happy you trust him enough to tell him

will start an argument with anyone who has anything negative to say about it

“dude what the fuck is your problem?! this doesn’t affect you in any way, back the fuck off”

i feel like he’ll be a bit shy asking you about things at first

but then he relaxes a bit, getting braver with his questions

“did you always know you like girls?” “was it hard coming out?” “has anyone reacted badly? cos i’ll punch them”

bam:

when you tell him, i feel like he’ll be the type to be like

“oh cool, can i watch you make out with a chick then?”

but as a joke!! he was only kidding

he’s so proud of you for coming out

(bro will probs throw u a party)

tells you to tell him immediately if anyones a creep about it

he’ll kick their ass

or if he can’t kick their ass he’ll definitely embarrass them

“dude your ex told me you have a tiny dick so shut up”

ryan:

hugs you so much when you come out to him

always reminding you he’s proud of you for coming out, he can guess at how much of a big deal it was for you

“i’m so proud of you, y/n”

big brother mode has been activated so he will actually beat someone up if they have a problem with it

“you want me to break your fucking nose?”

and he has broken a few peoples noses because they were being so gross / hateful about it

asks u a lot of questions about it

how did you realise you were a lesbian, how long have you known, why you decided to tell him

(honestly he asks the questions just to get you to smile & see u excited about telling him)

johnny:

so chill about it

“alright that’s cool”

if you didn’t like his reaction he’s gonna be confused

he thought you would just want him to be chill about it rather than making a big fuss

but if you wanted him to make one, he will gladly do so

like bam, he’ll probably throw you a party

he’ll gladly insult someone half to death if they’re being mean to you about it

and he’ll embarrass them at the same time

“oh look everyone, we have proof that people can live without a brain!”

dave:

he’s so incredibly happy for you

“way to go y/n, i’m so proud of you”

he will buy you pride flags

but he seems like the type to buy you one just bc it looked cool

not because it’s the lesbian flag

“what do you mean there’s a difference between this one and the lesbian one? they’re both cool looking?”

if anyone is ever cruel or gross about your sexuality

he will offer to shit in their food

and if you say yes, he’ll definitely do it

steveo:

if you’re nervous about his reaction after telling him

he’ll instantly lighten the mood and reassure you that he’s okay with it

“oh you like girls? me too dude”

will prank anyone who’s a dick about it

will also tell the other guys if any ones being weird about your sexuality so they can all gang up on them

he’ll make people apologise to you

even if all they did was pull a face when they found out you were a lesbian

it doesn’t matter to him because they’ve still shown disgust towards something you can’t change

“you owe y/n an apology, go do it now or i’ll kick you in the nuts so hard they come out of your mouth”

wee man:

super happy for you

he wants to support u any way he can

will offer to go to pride with you, if that’s something you want to do

“y/n if you wanna go, im down, it’ll be fun”

will fight a homophobe if he needs to

and trust me he won’t go easy on them either

full blown rage that not many people have seen before from him

he’ll act like he didn’t just make a man cry for being rude to you

“you wanna grab some food?” “wee man you just beat the shit out of that guy” “yeah he deserved it. you wanna get food?”

preston:

he’s so happy for you and he’s so happy that you chose to tell him

if you don’t want anyone else knowing

he’ll never speak another word about it unless you want him to, and he’ll act like he’s clueless if anyone asks him

“idk, what’s a lesbian”

also extremely protective over u

“what, you think y/ns a lesbian? so what? is it any if your business anyway?”

will ask if you have a girlfriend, out of pure curiosity, not bc he’s trying to be weird

if you do, he wants to meet her asap, if you don’t he’ll help you find a gf

(only if you want one tho)

[mailboxmerchant]

BAD DAY

tldr:naib is mfin horny after a match wit u bae n ur both in love with esch other and equally needy but dont knoe‼️

character: Naib Subedar - mercenary

fandom: identity V

warnings: SEX!!! who could have guessed, also rough/dom naib, swearing, power bottom(lmao)/fem reader, perhaps some masochistic type a stuff but not crazy, less goooooooo

(this is like. just horny. no thoughts. only horny)

As sweat beaded down his forehead, you watched Naib angrily smash the keys of a decoding machine. Something was up, but your teammate just never seemed to let on when something had gone wrong. This match was going fine, you had three more ciphers to go, and everyone was still up and going, only two of your teammates being injured. The hunter was struggling to find any of you, and with each of you teamed up with another to decode, you were all feeling confident in a victory to the survivors. So why was Naib so stressed?

“Hey, Naib?”

 “What, y/n?” 

His tone was sharp, and he snapped back instantly. Someone was clearly cranky. What did you even do?

“Are you...feeling okay? You seem...tense.” You kept your tone neutral, preventing there to be any negativity for him to react to. Before he snapped back, he missed a calibration and alerted the hunter of our position. Still not talking, Naib wrapped a braced arm around your waist and made a dive into a pile of cardboard boxes and other various recyclables. “Shut it, y/n. Hunter’s comin’.” 

You went quiet, but still, his commanding attitude could be done without.  You squirmed in Naib’s grip, at which he grunted, and tightened his hold on you. 

He was started to really make you worry. Naib was usually a calm, collected rescuer, who often would be more reassuring when you were being hunted. You promised you’d figure all this out, just maybe after the match ended. 

The danger passed, quite literally, as Hell Ember jaunted around the trash pile you were hiding in. Naib’s grip got even tighter around you as the hunter loomed closer.  “N-Naib, I can’t-” Naib didn’t seem to give a damn for what you had to say as he slapped a hand over your mouth. “I said, quiet.” His tone was worsening, he was really pissed, huh?

You couldn’t deny yourself though, hearing him sound so stern and having him grab at you so suddenly really threw you off. Your ever-so-secret crush on Naib was keeping you from feeling angry about any of this, in fact, you were almost happy to be so close, even if he was being rude. 

Finally though, you decided that you needed to get back to the matter at hand. Leo was gone, and Naib had to let go of you sometime. You made more of an effort to move, and Naib finally dropped you. Quickly, you jumped back on the machine as the Merc slowly crept from the box pile to return to his typing position. “You know, you could have been caught if it weren’t for me.” He sputtered, quieter than before. “Th-thank you...? God, Naib, what’s your issue today?” You spoke more questioningly than upset, hoping he wouldn’t hear the annoyed undertone in your speech. “It’s nothing you’d understand.” 

Alright, you were giving up for the remainder of decoding time.

Silently, you both finished the machine, and you made a break for the opposite direction of Naib. You figured you could have some alone time to just decode, calm down, and prep for the ending leap where you’d have to play a guessing game for which gate Hell Ember would be waiting for you at. 

Taking a break from running, your steps grew light as you began to pace yourself. “y/n!” As you looked through the fog, you discovered that Edgar was awaiting you with a half done machine. “Edgar! You’re here!” You made a quick greeting to the painter before getting back to business. Small talk wasn’t necessary between the two of you, as the ability to decode calmly was leaving both of your skillsets as your heartbeats became slowly more audible. 

“Come on, y/n, we can finish this, just don’t look away from the calibrations. Stay focused.” Edgar gave you a light tap of the palm to your head as he smacked the sides of the cipher. Your pace increased, as did Edgar’s as you had merely a percentage left. Someone else’s machine popped off, and yours a second later. 

Determined and brave, you made off like a bullet towards the southward exit gate. Sneaking around a broken pillar, you sighed at the sight of a clear gate.  Edgar clearly didn’t share the idea that this was the correct gate, so you could only hope he was hiding and waiting it out to escape. Actually, it seemed like everyone picked the wrong-

*SLAM*

A large hand suddenly slapped down on the decoding pad next to yours, frightening the hell out of you. You prepared to meet your doom when you turned around, but instead met a glaring Naib. “N-Naib! Jesus, you scared the shit out of me!” “Where’d you run off to earlier!? We were supposed to be decoding together.” 

His tone from earlier was still present, so....clearly he was still peeved about something you did. “W-well I just thought-” “You thought nothin’, y/n. Just keep decoding.” Your crush wasn’t protecting him any more. Letting out an anxious and angry grunt, you turned back around to the coding pad, slamming the rubbery keys down as you decoded. 

So that’s how it was, then, huh? Fine.

“Naib, you’re a real asshole.” You huffed as you finished the gate, and stormed out, not evening looking back to see if he OR Hell Ember were following. 

Once back in the manor, you rushed back to your room, the embarrassment and guilt from your actions following you quickly after. 

Keeping up the angry façade, you slammed your door behind you before running to flop on your bed. Holding your pillow close to your face, you yelled into it, hoping it was enough to choke the sound. 

“Damn it, Naib...”  You closed your eyes, hoping to wake up with a renewed confidence that way you wouldn’t have to deal with the consequences of your words.

The sound of three loud, harsh knocks on your door awoke you from your rage nap. 

“OPEN UP! COME ON, I ALREADY KNOW YOU’RE IN THERE, Y/N!!”

Naib? Again? Now what...

You begrudgingly sauntered to your door, cracking it open to peek out. Only, Naib pushed right through your defenses, pushing both you and the door back. “Hey!”

Naib was more forceful than before, walking quickly in your direction, and even quicker, cornering you against your bed. You fell onto your behind as Naib gave you a harsh push. “What is all this?! You’ve been acting weird since we started decoding together in that match, and you’re totally out of line! I didn’t even...do anything...” Your words lost their force as you trailed your eyes downward. So that’s why he was all pent up.

An obvious tent in Naib’s pants was what your eyes met with, and even though your cheeks began to blush furiously, you averted your gaze and tried to pretend that you saw nothing. “J-just get out of my room.” You grumbled, no longer able to keep eye contact. 

“I just came to talk, y/n, don’t throw me out.” Naib shifted his body, effectively pinning you to the plush mattress, a hand on either side of your head. You ‘hmphed’, and curtly turned your face away from him. 

“D-don’t act all pissy,” he grabbed your chin, forcing you to look at him, “you’re making it so much worse!” Your eyes still just couldn’t meet his, the heat between the both of you running down between your legs.  Sliding a knee between your thighs, Naib leaned down to speak gruffly into your ear. 

“This is all your fault, you know.” 

“N-Naib! I-” but your words were quickly vanquished by a pair of warm, slightly chapped lips slamming down on your own. A slight graze of his teeth on your bottom lip gave you more excitement than you’d ever felt in any match, and you immediately parted your lips to feel Naib’s wet tongue slick into your mouth. 

You let out a quiet noise, enough for him to notice. After what felt like an eternity (seconds) of making out, Naib pulled away to hold your face in one hand, squishing your cheeks harshly between his fingers. “So...that’s how you feel, huh?” 

You were flustered, but it wasn’t going to take away what your nap earned you. “You were being so awful in that match, but I still...love you, Naib. I didn’t know when or where to tell you, but if you’re gonna do it first, then by all means...” You gestured to Naib with a smirk. 

Hungrily, Naib practically shredded your clothes off, each of his hands attaching themselves to your chest as he kneaded your soft breasts between his fingers. Your quiet pants were driving him absolutely insane. He loved every little exhale that escaped your mouth, settling to nip and suck at your neck, whispering sweet nothings in your ear. Telling you how much he needed this, how long he was waiting for this, how he wanted you.

An abrupt end to the sensations in your chest were replaced by a hand sliding underneath each of your thighs. Lifting them up to his shoulders, Naib quickly unfastened his belt, a look of giddiness flashing across his smug face. 

Diving his head down to meet his forehead to yours, Naib snatched your panties off in seconds, aligning himself painfully slow. As he slid his length slowly into your entrance, you dug your fingers into his hair, which was messily tied into his usual ponytail. Hissing at the feeling of you tugging his hair, Naib pushed all the way inside of you, earning a mewl of both pain and pleasure from you. 

"Ah, but wait..."

You winced as Naib suddenly pulled his length out of your entrance, the emptiness being too much to bear. "I'm an asshole, aren't I?"

He was going to make you eat your words.

Almost literally.

"Get up." His harsh tone was back, but it only served to make you feel hotter than before. Giving a shy nod, you got to your knees as Naib stood at the edge of the bed.

Nervously eying him, you gaped at his length, wishing you didn't say those words before so he could drive you insane with pleasure with it.

Stupid y/n...

"Well?" Tired of waiting, Naib took his hand to the back of your head, pushing you closer to his body, your head colliding with his chest. The sudden wholesome warmth was quickly replaced as he pushed you downwards near his manhood.

You began to comply as you opened your mouth, feeling as he gave a slow first grind into your throat. You choked immediately, but didn't pull away. Not yet.

Breathing quickly through your nose, you began to suck aggressively with no warning, pulling a gasp from the previously snarky Merc.

"Ga-hah! y-y/n...." Pulling off with a 'pop', you went back down to give small kitten licks to the tip of his cock, earning little shifts of position and pants from Naib.

"Stop....stop teasin' me...." was all he could huff out. You slid the entirety of his length in and out for a quick throat fuck a few times, feeling the tears prick at your eyes. In your own way, you were making him pay for being so snide earlier.  “Screw you, y/n. Have it your way.”

Your torture paid off! 

Naib firmly pushed you back down on your stomach, grasping your hips and pulling you close to his own hips. Letting out a satisfied hum, you felt as Naib quickly align himself with your entrance once more.

Giving you no time to readjust again, he fully sheathed himself inside of you, your insides stretching once again to fit him inside. “Hah....shit, Naib.....” You cursed, grasping tightly onto Naib as he pushed you both down, beginning to thrust wildly in and out of you. Every pounding slammed harder against the entrance of your womb, the suction of your warm, wet insides also providing intense pleasure for Naib. 

“Oh fuck, y/n, you’re...so tight...” Naib panted loudly into your ear. Neither of you were even remotely worried about the other manor residents hearing either of your moans racketing off the walls of the creaky residence.

“G-god...I c-can’t...hold on...” You whimpered pathetically as your dug your fingers into Naib’s scalp a second time. As your begging for more became louder, you felt the knot in your stomach grow larger, tighter, and more overwhelming than you’d ever felt before. You could feel Naib’s hard and precise thrusts growing sloppy, and you knew you were both getting close to climax.

  “y/n....y/n....I’m gonna...” Before his sentence could even be finished, Naib’s thick cock twitched harshly inside you as you felt his hot seed pour into you. The spreading warmth was enough to send you over the edge, your juice quickly spilling out to mix with his own. 

Slowly pulling out, your precious mercenary promptly collapsed on top of you, his head coincidentally landing in between your tits. You sighed hazily, riding off your previous high as you wrapped your arms around his head, and slowly letting your eyes close in exhaustion.

a/n: so sorry if theres any typos/grammar-spellin mistakes. i rushed the end bc i had this cued for FOREVER, enjoy babes <3 

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aura

A/n: Hi everyone! this is a tad bit different from the things i usually write (I think) as i wanted to switch things up a little bit. I’m kinda nervous to post it so pleaseee please let me know your thoughts! As always please enjoy!! thank you to everyone who beta read for me btw :)

summary: witch!y/n can see auras and harry is blue

my ko-fi! thank you :)

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Y/N has always been able to easily empathize with others. She could see others' emotional energy— their aura— and this made it easy to know exactly what they were feeling. Not only could she see auras, but she could take away anyone’s emotional turmoil just by touching them.

One of Y/N’s most vivid memories from her childhood was when her best friend came to school one morning in tears over the death of her pet fish. When Y/N leaned in to give her a hug, she felt an overwhelming heaviness overtake her body as soon as they made contact. Upon pulling away from the hug, her friend’s demeanor was completely changed. Instead of being sad over the death of her fish, she was able to instead reflect on all the good times she had with him. Her friend was fine for the rest of the day, but Y/N was left grieving over a fish she never even owned.

Y/N went home that day, confused. How was it that her friend was so easily cheered up just from a hug? Was that all it took for Y/N to make others feel better? If that was the case, she decided she wanted to be a ‘Professional Hugger’ when she grew up. As time went on, Y/N learned that she didn’t even have to hug others to rid them of their mental pain. The slightest touch from her instantly made anyone she came into contact with feel better.

It took a few months for Y/N to realize it was her touch that healed others. Sure, that mental anguish then became hers to carry, but how many people could say they could heal someone just by touching them? If that was the price she had to pay, then so be it. From that point on Y/N made it a point to help anyone she could. 

As Y/N got older and her skill with this power grew, she learned to redirect the painful energy elsewhere so she didn’t always have to sit with it. It worked some of the time, but it was something she was still learning to master. Y/N wasn’t always successful in doing this, though. While whoever Y/N touched went about their day feeling great, she would experience their emotions so intensely that she felt as if she were coming down with a cold. Y/N dealt with it in silence because the way she saw it if she was blessed with this gift, she had to be selfless and put it to good use. Y/N was a firm believer that all the good she put out would come back to her in another life at least ten times over.

It was difficult for Y/N not to touch everyone she saw whose aura reflected sadness, anxiety, or worry. She tried to stick to only doing this to people she knew, but there were some instances where Y/N encountered someone who was just so clearly unhappy that she could not help herself. 

For example, right now. 

Y/N immediately sensed this stranger’s emotional turmoil as soon as they entered the space. It was late afternoon on a Wednesday. Y/N had the longest, most physically demanding day at work and the last thing she wanted to do was go home and cook. Even though she had just gone grocery shopping two days prior, she stopped by her favorite Thai place on the way home. Y/N was in the middle of ordering when their presence quite literally took her breath away, causing her to stumble over her words. 

She turned to look over her shoulder at the person who was so greatly distracting her and locked eyes with the most pitiful looking stranger she’d seen all day. The first thing Y/N noticed about him was his hair. It was unruly, like he had just gotten out of bed. She also noticed how tall he was–– if he had just a couple more inches on him, he would’ve had to crane his neck to enter the establishment. Upon making eye contact with Y/N the man quickly looked down at his shoes, twiddling his thumbs. His aura was a mixture of indigo and dark red when Y/N looked at him. Anger and sensitivity.

“Do you still need a moment?”

The voice of the cashier breaks Y/N out of her analytical thoughts of the stranger standing a few feet behind her. She nods, re-situating her purse on her left shoulder. 

“Uh, please. He can go ahead if he’s ready.” Y/N gestures behind her and the cashier nods, asking the man behind her if he was ready to order yet. He steps up to the front counter, eyes trained on his feet as if he couldn’t walk without watching every step he took. 

His energy was intense and Y/N wasn’t sure how much longer she could ignore it. Something about him was reeling her in— his aura wasn’t looking too bright at the moment, but she could just tell it usually was. She felt compelled to take away his pain, and she hadn’t spoken a single word to him yet. While he was placing his order, Y/N internally debated on whether or not she should “accidentally” graze his arm when they walked past each other. Would that be weird? What if she wasn’t able to redirect his negative energy elsewhere? While she did love to help whenever she could, some people’s emotional baggage was just a little too heavy. She didn’t know him. For all she knew, he could be a killer!

He turns back around once he’s finished ordering and stands by the entrance, out of Y/N’s way. The pair lock eyes again as Y/N makes her way back to the counter to order. Once again, he quickly looked away from her. Y/N’s trying to ignore the annoying nagging feeling she gets when she wants to help someone, but it’s unrelenting. She makes up her mind that once she’s done, she will approach this stranger to get a better read on his emotions. 

“Nice weather we’re having today, isn’t it?” She cringes at her choice of a conversation starter and hopes he doesn’t notice. Y/N folds her hands across her chest, forcing herself not to reach out to him. He nods.

“Lovely.”

The tone of his voice causes Y/N to wince. It was sharp and short. He was clearly not in the mood to converse. Although Y/N knows this, she continues on.

“I love this place. I think I come here at least twice a month–– what’s your go-to order?”

The man turns to fully face Y/N this time, his aura now more red than blue. He was beginning to grow annoyed with her small talk. 

“Green curry and stir-fried vegetables.” He doesn’t ask Y/N for her order, so she takes this as her signal to stop speaking to him. The bell above the door jingles, signaling another persons’ entry. Their aura is shining gold–– Y/N would not have to interfere. 

Y/N moves away from this man, deciding not to speak to him anymore. She was getting better at accepting the fact that no matter how much she wanted to, it was impossible to help everyone. As he collected his food from the front and turned to leave, not sparing Y/N another glance, she silently hoped that whatever was wrong with this man would not last.

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Harry was in a funk. There was no denying it, and he was over feeling so terribly. He hadn’t been feeling like himself for far too long. It seemed like everyone wanted something from him when he had nothing left to give. Jeff had set unrealistic deadlines, his mother was upset with him for not calling enough, and he was exhausted from constantly traveling and waking up in a new time zone. Harry needed a break.

Harry’s mind wandered to the pretty girl in the Thai place. She seemed inquisitive. She was very curious about his go-to order, and she was standing a little too close for his comfort. Harry was surprised when she didn’t ask him for a picture. He wasn’t trying to be cocky, but nearly everyone he met asked him for a picture–– he was Harry Styles. However, it was almost like this girl didn’t know who he was. She didn’t seem starstruck in the slightest.

While Harry was waiting for the light to change, it dawned on him that he may have been a tad bit rude to her. He noticed her happy expression drop when he shut her down, but he didn’t feel like talking. He liked to move from place to place as quickly as he could in the off chance he got recognized and it started circulating on Twitter. Still, he couldn’t help feeling a little bad. She was sweet like honey–– or so it seemed. In their brief interaction, she bought him comfort.

Harry wanted to turn back around and go back to the restaurant to check if she was still there. What would be the point, though? She would most likely be long gone by the time he made it back over there, as she did order immediately after him. Harry’s torn out of his thoughts when the cars behind him start honking, and he realizes the light must’ve turned green. He decides not to think about the confrontation anymore. 

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The world works in mysterious ways. 

Y/N was sure she’d never encounter the grumpy man from her favorite Thai restaurant again but yet here she was in another situation that involved take-out and him. His aura was dark indigo this time. Stress? Isolation? Y/N didn’t know, but she wanted to help him. In her eyes, there was no reason for anyone to be down this badly. She just wanted everyone to be as happy as she (almost) always was! She takes a deep breath before approaching him.

“Hi. How are you?”

Harry was absorbed in a text conversation involving his manager and stylist when a sweet, familiar voice interrupts him. 

“I’m okay, thank you. Yourself? Also, we’ve spoken before, I believe.”

She nods, a troubled look on her face. “We have. At the Thai place. How are you, though? Really.”

Harry was beginning to find her a bit strange (but still incredibly gorgeous, even more than he did before now that he got a good look at her face). Why was she so concerned with how he was feeling? Was she going to ask him for a picture or not? As Harry opened his mouth to again tell her he was fine, the desire to tell her how he was really feeling came over him. So he did.

“Honestly? ‘M exhausted. I’ve been doing a lot of traveling and my manager wants a lot from me. I think I jus’ need a break.” 

He radiated red. Anxiety? Anger?

“What do you do for work?” Now it was Harry’s turn to wear the troubled look.

“I don’t mean this to be rude, but you’re serious?”

Y/N nods, reaching out to place her hand on his shoulder. Just as quickly as she touches him she removes her hand, and she’s almost certain he didn’t even feel her touch. She notices him let out a visible sigh of relief, his aura changing from a red to a pale yellow. Optimism. Positivity. This causes her to let out her own sigh of relief. 

“You’re feeling better! That’s great.” Y/N was not able to redirect his negative energy as the restaurant was too crowded and she didn’t want to risk putting it on anyone else, and she was feeling him. He was stressed, overworked, and anxious. Y/N just wanted to go home and nap, no longer in the mood for the food she just ordered.

Harry decided she was definitely odd but in the most endearing way possible. “How do you know I’m feeling better? Wait, am I feeling better?” Y/N watches as he works through his emotions, his aura ranging in color before settling back on pale yellow. 

“Are you?” Y/N knows the answer to this of course, but she wants to hear him say it.

“I think I am. I’ve been feelin’ horrible all week but saying how I felt out loud to you automatically made me feel better. Kind of weird, but I won’t question it. Thank you for asking…,” Harry scrunches his nose, a distasteful expression on his face. “I don’t think ‘ve gotten your name yet.”

Y/N gives him a small, forced smile. “I’m Y/F/N Y/L/N. It’s nice to meet you. I’ll be seeing you around, I think.” Before Harry can tell her his name she’s gone.

And she didn’t even grab her food.

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Y/N felt like she had been hit by a ton of bricks. How one person could carry around all this emotional baggage was beyond her, but she wanted it gone. Immediately.

There was a spell Y/N kept on hand for times like these. Times when she couldn’t redirect the negative energy before it got to her. Times when it was just too much to carry. Y/N had regretfully done this spell more times than she could count and was an expert at reciting it from memory. The vile was open and ready to capture the negative energy that would shortly be leaving her.

Y/N works quickly to complete the process, unsure of what time her roommate would come barreling through the door. She had caught her doing things she deemed strange one too many times (she thought her roommate almost figured out who she really was when she caught her having a full-on conversation with her cat, Sapphire, once). She was beginning to run out of excuses for her “unusual” behavior. Y/N mutters under her breath, willing the energy to exit her.

She notices right away when it leaves her. She feels lighter— like her usual self again. She guides the energy into the vile and immediately seals it, hurrying into her room to lock it away. Y/N kept a box in her closet that she only opened if she had to. It was her Pandora’s Box, in a way. Nothing bad would be released into the world if she opened the box, but if the viles’ were opened then the bad energy she trapped would be re-released into the world, finding its way back to their original owners.

Y/N feels like she can breathe again once she bolts the box. She hoped that whatever he was doing, wherever this man was, he was still feeling okay. 

Also, for his sake and everyone’s around him, she hoped he got a break.

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Y/N was on Harry’s mind. 

Something about her was magnetic. He wished he’d gotten more information about her than only her name, but she left him in such a hurry he could hardly process their conversation. Harry felt like a madman! He searched ‘Y/F/N Y/L/N’ on all social media platforms, but he couldn’t find her anywhere. It was dumb luck that he had ran into her twice in such a short time span, and he hoped good things happened in threes and he would see her again.

He was almost certain that Jeff thought he was losing his mind.

Harry tried explaining his interaction with Y/N first at the Thai food spot and again when he was getting Greek food, but Jeff thought Harry was so sleep deprived he was imagining things. 

“How did you see a beautiful, young woman who didn’t freak out or ask for a picture? Doesn’t make sense. You’re Harry Styles.”

“That’s what I thought!” Harry exclaimed wildly. He holds his phone up. “I’m thinkin’ she really doesn’t know who I am, though. I couldn’t find her on any social media platform. It’s like she’s off the grid or somethin’.”

“No social media at all? A little weird, isn’t it?”

“It’s fitting for her. If you met her then you would understand what I meant,” Harry felt the need to defend this alluring stranger who took away his pain just by listening to him speak. “Look at me, Jeff. Don’t I seem so much better than I was jus’ a few days ago?”

His manager couldn’t deny that Harry’s mood (and attitude) had done a 360. He didn’t complain about being woken up early and he happily consented to do not one, but two interviews.

“I mean, yeah? I guess––”

“Thanks to her!” Harry cuts him off. “I’m telling you. I need to see her again and thank her for whatever she did.”

“How are you going to do that?” 

Harry leaned back against the counter in Jeff’s kitchen, mulling the question over. It was a valid one. How was he going to do that? He already tried to no avail to find her on social media. He hardly knew anything about her. All he knew was her name, that they seemed to have a similar taste in food, and that she went to the Thai spot at least two times a month. 

That was it.

In one last effort to contact Y/N again, Harry planned to go to the Thai food place, pray the cashier who was working when he went in earlier this week was there, and leave his number with her. It was a risky move, probably not the smartest thing he could do, and Jeff would for sure drop him as a client if he knew Harry was doing things like this. Harry didn’t care. Phone numbers could always be changed, and he was desperate. 

If Harry couldn’t contact Y/N, he would wait for her to contact him.

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Y/N was confused.

She stopped at her favorite Thai food spot (sooner in the month than anticipated, but she had another long day), ordered her usual, and was about to leave when the sweet cashier who was always there insisted she takes the piece of paper with ‘HARRY’ followed by a phone number scrawled on it.

“For me?” Y/N was confused. Something like this had never happened to her before. I mean, does it happen to anyone?

“He insisted,” the cashier warmly responds. “I’ve been waiting for you to come back–– knew you would soon enough.” Y/N’s face flushes at this and she makes a mental note to start cooking more.

“Well…,” Y/N trails off, not sure what to say. “Thank you? I guess I’ll give him a call and let him know you’ve done well.” The cashier’s aura shines pink. Affection. Love.

“You should. Take care!”

Y/N leaves the restaurant with the crumpled piece of paper in her sweaty hands, eager to get home as soon as possible. She wasn’t sure what it was, but something told her not to disregard him. His reaching out was a sign–– and Y/N did not ignore signs.

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“She hasn’t called me yet.”

“It’s been five days, Harry. She probably doesn’t eat Thai food every day. I can’t believe you did something so fuckin’ stupid…”

Jeff’s reprimanding fades into the background as Harry drifts off into daydreaming about what it would be like if– when- Y/N finally called him. Would she find him obsessed? What if she thought he was stalking her? Harry decided that when she called, he would immediately clear things up. He’d thank her for her kindness (his trademark) and see how she was doing. She left the Greek food place so abruptly when he last saw her that he was under the impression something was bothering her. Harry wasn’t sure what he could do to help if something was troubling her, but he could at least extend a listening ear to her as she did to him.

“Harry, are you listening?”

“What was that?”

Jeff shakes his head at Harry, an amused expression on his face. “Man, I hope she calls you soon.”

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The phone rang three times. After the third ring, his gruff voice came through the other end of the phone.

“Hello?”

Y/N sharply inhales, suddenly growing nervous. “Is this Harry?” Silence. Y/N was preparing to repeat herself when he spoke again.

“Is this Y/N?”

Now it’s Y/N’s turn to be silent. Harry says nothing, awaiting her response. “Well, it is. You sound familiar–– how do we know each other?”

“Now that ’m actually able to talk to you, it sounds a bit silly…” He seems unsure of himself. “Promise y’won’t laugh at me?”

“I promise.”

Y/N says it with such conviction that Harry believes her, and it gives him the confidence he needs to proceed. “I was havin’ a hard time a couple of weeks ago. I was in line to get some falafel and you asked me what was wrong. What was really wrong.” Y/N says nothing, so Harry continues.

“I told you I was exhausted from work ‘nd wanted a break. That’s it, y’know? But I immediately felt better afterward. I’ve actually been feelin’ great ever since. I jus’ wanted to thank you, is all. I know it sounds weird and it’s probably all in m’head but I feel like talkin’ with you was just what I needed.” Harry’s rambling, nerves finally catching up to him. She was gorgeous and he was afraid she would think he was insane. 

“I’m glad to hear you’re still feeling better, Harry. That’s great.” Y/N’s voice is gentle and soft and to Harry, hearing her speak was just as comforting as getting a hug from his mum.

“I’m also really sorry that I was such a dick when you tried talkin’ to me the first time at the Thai spot,'' Harry feels embarrassed, stumbling over his words. “Not sure if you remember but I was just havin’ a shit day. I thought you were gonna ask for a picture and I just wasn’t in the mood.”

Y/N doesn’t say anything and Harry winces, certain he’s offended her when she starts talking again. 

“That’s okay. I know you were having a bad day.” 

“How did you know I was having a bad day?” Again, Y/N pauses before answering. 

“Well, I didn’t do anything to you for you to be so rude to me. I knew it had to be a problem involving yourself.” Harry notices that Y/N speaks very slowly. It’s as if she considers every word before she speaks. He’s intrigued by her. 

“That is very true.” Y/N doesn’t say anything so Harry takes it as his cue to keep talking. “I’m sorry if me leaving my number at the restaurant creeped you out. I hope you didn’t feel obligated to call me.”

“Not at all. I’ve actually been wondering how you were doing since we had our encounter at the Greek place–– that doesn’t creep you out either, right?”

Y/N was hypnotizing. Harry was infatuated. 

“Not at all.”

“Can I ask you something, Harry?”

“Course.”

“Why would I want a picture with you?”

Harry had to get to know her.

“Do y’wanna grab coffee sometime?”

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Something was definitely different about Y/N–– Harry just couldn’t put his finger on what it was. To begin, she truly had absolutely no idea who Harry was. At first, he thought she was just messing with him, but he quickly realized she was being serious. Y/N said she had “heard of” One Direction, but she never listened to the band’s music. Harry supposed that could account for her being unaware as to who he was. Maybe he wasn’t a “household name” like Jeff always said he was. 

Harry was also right about her not having social media. When he asked Y/N why she didn’t use it, she said she preferred to occupy her time with more substantial things. She didn’t elaborate, and Harry didn’t ask. She was however very interested to learn what a big social media following Harry had. He tweeted the word “Do” and they watched as the internet went wild trying to decipher what he meant. He even started trending worldwide for it. It made sense to Y/N after that why Harry was so intent on not taking off his sunglasses and beanie.

Y/N was having a great time analyzing his aura. 

She noticed that whenever someone glanced in their direction, his aura briefly turned red. Anxiety. When Y/N attempted to make a joke, it turned pink (she chose not to analyze that too much). Mainly though, his aura shone that beautiful, pale yellow that Y/N loved to see the most. Harry was doing well. He was happy. Y/N would not have to intervene today.

She couldn’t explain why, but she felt obligated to help him. Even though his energy made her feel so terribly last time, she would’ve still taken away his pain if he was blue without even thinking twice about it. Why was she so drawn to him? Y/N wasn’t sure what it was about Harry that drew her in, but she knew she would do anything to help him. Anything to see him happy.

Unbeknownst to Y/N, Harry felt the same way.

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Y/N missed Harry terribly.

She wanted to call him–– just a brief conversation to see if he was doing okay. He mentioned when they last saw each other nearly two weeks prior that he was going to be very busy in the coming days, and she wondered if he still was. Harry told Y/N that he loved his job (of course he did!), but being so busy sometimes really hurt him. Not just mentally, but physically as well. 

She longed for him.

Y/N searched through her call list for Harry’s number and immediately tapped it, listening closely as it rang. She was about to end the call in defeat when Harry answered at the last moment.

“Hello?” He sounded tired, under the weather.

“Harry,” Y/N begins. “I haven’t heard from you in a bit and I just wanted to see if all was well. How do you feel?”

“Hi Y/N,” Harry perks up slightly, but he still sounds a bit congested. “‘M not sure if you can tell from m’voice, but I’ve got a cold.”

Although Y/N wishes with every fiber of her being that she could rid Harry of his cold, she cannot. However, she can make sure all is well with his mind. 

“I’m sorry to hear that,” she pauses for a moment as she usually does, hoping Harry can tell how sincere she’s being on the other end. “How do you feel though? Are you still feeling happy?”

“Jus’ feelin’ not the greatest again. I’ve been stuck in my house with this fuckin’ cold and haven’t seen anyone in days.”

“I can come over.” Y/N doesn’t think twice before offering. If he had to suffer physically, she at least wanted him to feel okay mentally.

“I don’t want to get you sick. It’s okay–”

“I don’t mind, really. I’ll keep you company.”

Harry doesn’t say anything and Y/N’s sure she must’ve creeped him out. They don’t even know each other well and here she was offering to come over to his home and keep him company while he was sick. She’s about to rescind her offer when he lets out a loud sigh.

“My manager might kill me if he finds out I did this… but sure, let me give you my address.”

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As soon as Harry got off the phone, he sprung into action. His home was a mess. There were crumpled up tissues all over the floor beside his bed, a sink full of dishes, and he’s pretty sure every bathroom in his house was a mess. He opted to not have anyone over to clean up after him as he didn’t want to risk getting anyone sick and man did it show.

He quickly gathered up all the tissues and threw them into the bin in the corner of his bedroom, surveying the rest of the mess before deciding he and Y/N wouldn’t be spending time in there, anyway. He was going to focus on the mess downstairs, instead. He loaded his dishwasher and record time and used disinfectant wipes on every surface he could in the kitchen, dining room, and living room. He then surveyed the bathrooms and cleaned the one with the least amount of mess, closing the doors to the other ones. He would worry about those some other time. 

Harry was nervous to have Y/N over. He was just nervous to be around her in general. He missed her over the past couple of weeks but he opted out of contacting her, terrified that he was a bother. After Harry finished cleaning in record time, it dawned on him that he didn’t really have any food prepared to offer Y/N. If she was coming over to his house just to cheer him up, the least he could do was offer her something to eat. Harry hated doing things like this, but he was desperate. He texted his assistant and asked if they could drop off some food from the Greek place he and Y/N liked, making a mental note to find out what other places she enjoyed eating at for next time.

Y/N gets to his house much sooner than he was anticipating.

He rushes to his front door, looking through the peephole before opening the door. Y/N has a big smile on her face and looks absolutely gorgeous, as she usually does. She has a huge water bottle in one hand and a tote bag with the phases of the moon slung over her shoulder. He’s never seen it before and thinks it’s lovely.

“Hi,” Harry says breathlessly. “Thanks for coming. Uh, come in please.”

Y/N smiles and takes a small step forward, crossing the threshold of Harry’s home. She thought it was incredible–– and rather clean. “What can I do to help?” 

Harry was getting used to Y/N’s straightforward approach to things, so he’s not phased by her question. “Jus’ you bein’ here is great, honestly.”

Y/N can see that Harry’s aura is that deep indigo that she’s not fond of, but she wonders if he can work through it himself before she steps in. “So it’s just your cold that’s got you feeling down? Can we sit down and talk about it?”

“Sure. Also, not sure if you’ve eaten yet or not but I’m gettin’ some food dropped off for us.”

“That sounds great, I haven’t had dinner yet so thank you. Can we sit?” Y/N doesn’t wait for Harry to answer. She makes her way to his plush couch in the adjoining room, walking through the place like she’s been there before. Harry loves it.

“I think I told you the gist of it on the phone earlier,” Harry says, settling onto the couch beside her. He leaves some space in between them since he doesn’t want to risk getting her sick, but he wishes he was closer to her. “I’ve been feelin’ down ‘cause I’ve been stuck in the house with this cold. S’not fun.” Y/N hums in understanding. Harry notices that she reaches out her hand to him slightly and then quickly retracts it, but he doesn’t mention it. Y/N says nothing, just continues looking inquisitively at him. Harry doesn’t feel uncomfortable under her gaze–– he stares back. 

“Something’s making you feel nervous. What is it?”

Harry isn’t surprised that she was able to figure out there was more to what he was feeling than just loneliness. How was he supposed to tell Y/N that she was the reason for his nervousness, though?

“It’s nothing. I promise.”

“I don’t think so.”

Harry scratches the back of his neck nervously. “How are you so good at reading me? S’like you’re inside my brain, Y/N.” He lets out a little chuckle after saying this but quickly stops when he realizes Y/N isn’t laughing along with him.

“You’re just easy to read,” she cooly responds after a second. “Why are you so nervous? Do you have something coming up for work?”

“Not really…” 

“Then what is it? Something going on with someone in your family?” 

Harry was quickly realizing Y/N wouldn’t drop this unless Harry gave her an answer. He silently hopes for the best before answering her. 

“It’s you,” he mumbles, shifting around uncomfortably on his couch. “You make me nervous.” Y/N watches as his aura changes from red and blue to pink, and his cheeks flush slightly. 

“Why do I make you nervous?”

“You just do.”

“Why? Have I done something to hurt you?”

Y/N was so painfully oblivious that it was cute. Harry was quickly realizing that his heart doubled in size every time he talked to her.

“No. Quite the opposite, actually,” Harry reaches in the pocket of his sweatpants for a tissue, facing away from her while he pauses to blow his nose. “You’re so… you’re jus’ very interesting. Mesmerizing, really.”

Y/N feels her skin heat up at Harry’s compliment. His aura is still shining pink, the brightest pink she’s ever seen since meeting him. She was sad to see there was still quite a bit of indigo and red, though. “Thank you. That’s very sweet of you.”

Before Y/N can stop herself, she reaches out to grab Harry’s hand. Immediately she feels his energy transfer to her and without thinking, Y/N flicks her finger out of force of habit. The beautifully potted Pothos that Harry has sitting on his television stand instantly droops, leaves turning brown and wilted. 

Harry’s completely perplexed.

The first thing he notices is that he’s feeling better. Great, even. He feels as good as he felt after the interaction he had with Y/N in the Greek food place all those weeks ago. The next thing he notices is that his gorgeous Pothos, a plant that is nearly impossible to kill, is dead.

And it was all Y/N’s doing.

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Convenience Store

Summary: you work at the local convenience store, everyday the same, that is until someone speeds by. Someone brings a little more excitement to your life than you bargained for

Warnings: a rude customer towards the end who gets a little aggressive

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Working at a convenience store isn’t all that fun. Dealing with rude people that demand you honor their three year old coupons, or children that scream endlessly until their poor mother finally gives in and buys them some random candy or toy. But the work wasn’t hard. Just restocking the shelves and managing the register. Everyday the same old thing. Since it was a small shop there was usually only one person at a time working, so didn’t have to try and make awkward conversation with your coworkers. And your manager was nice enough to let you study at the register when it wasn’t too busy.

Today was one of those days. Business was slow so you had your history textbook open and notebook out trying to study for your upcoming final. The bell chimed, and you looked up the greet the customer only to find no one there, you furrowed your brow in confusion but figured it was the wind and went back to studying. You were finishing up the chapter when a voice startled you out of your thoughts.

“What are doing?” You jumped in your seat the sudden noise surprising you. You looked up to see a guy with silver hair leaning on the counter. “Sorry didn’t mean to scare you.” He was drinking a slurpee and it looked as if he was practically vibrating, his hand tapping the counter and an insane pace. He really needed to cut back on sugar.

You snapped out of your shock and pushed your textbook to the side. “You know you need to pay for that don’t you?”

He looked down at the large cup in his hand. “Do I?”

You couldn’t believe this guy, was he joking. “Yes you do that’s how a store works.” You looked him over again the first thought that came to mind was that he looked weird. He had silver hair despite looking no older than 19, he was wearing a silver reflective jacket, and goggles which were placed over his eyes. And he couldn’t stop moving.

He smiled at you, and before you knew it he was gone. His slurpee gone with him. “Hey!” You shouted and ran around the counter flinging open the door. “You have to pay for that!” Your words fell on deaf ears, there was no one in sight. You made your way back into the store, grumbling about how this was going to come out of your paycheck.

The next day you were restocking the stores supplies of twinkies when you felt as if someone was standing next to you. You turned to look behind you but no one was there. When you turned back the box you had been holding was gone. “Wow I didn’t know they made confetti ones, are these new?” You let out a little scream when you saw the guy from yesterday on your right hand side. “These look good I might have to try them.”

“It’s you, from yesterday.”

He smirked at you and leaned on the shelf. “So you remember me?”

“As the guy that stole the slurpee,” you crossed your arms across your chest. “Of course I do.”

“Can you prove it?”

“What?”

“Can you prove I stole the slurpee.”

“I-“ you paused. Actually you couldn’t. You checked the security cam yesterday trying to show your manager proof that someone stole something only for there to be a silver spark of a person for less than a second before nothing. Just you yelling at our the door. Your manager looked at you like you were crazy.

You pursed your lips in frustration. “No I can’t.” You mumbled.

“What was that?” He held a hand up to his ear a smile stretching across his face. “I didn’t hear you.”

“I said no I can’t.” You said through gritted teeth.

“Well there ya have it, I didn’t steal a thing.” He was eating one of the confetti twinkies and made a face at the taste. “I don’t like these too much.” He handed you the half eaten snack and ripped open a box of the original twinkies. “I like these better.”

“Are you gonna pay for these.”

He just winked and left you standing in the aisle with a half eaten Twinkie and an open box of them. Well since it was coming out of your paycheck you figured you could try one. You opened the package and the minute you bit it you made a face. The guy was right these were awful. You threw the box away and went back to shelving the items.

He came back the next day this time he beat you to the store. When you arrived he was sitting at the chair behind the counter. At this point you weren’t even surprised at his presence. “Hey.”

You ignored him and walked the the back of the store with your broom. A small frown was etched into his features as he saw you ignore him. But a second later he was at your side opening the freezer and taking a soda out. You didn’t even acknowledge him. “Aren’t you gonna ask me if I’m gonna pay for this?”

You looked up at him. “If I ask you will you pay for it?”

He laughed “No.”

You let out an amused snort and he smiled. “Why do you keep coming here?”

“The foods good.” You stopped sweeping to give him a judgmental look.

“The food is crap, half of its expired.”

He had already finished the soda and was starting his second one. He nervously licked his lips before speaking again. “Would you believe me if I told you I came here to see you?”

You leaned on your broom. “No.”

He walked over to you hands shaking slightly. “Well it’s true.” His soft voice made a shiver run down your spine, and like that he was gone.

For the rest of the work day you found yourself thinking about him. You couldn’t deny that he was cute. His hair as unusual as it was suited him and when he smiled your heart rate picked up. And as annoyed as you acted around him, you thought his antics were quite endearing, you just wished he didn’t cost you money every time he stopped by.

“Ahem.” You we’re so lost in your thoughts you didn’t even notice there was a customer waiting.

“I’m sorry sir how can I help you?”

“Well you could have been doing your job and not have kept me waiting for as long as you did.” You winced at his tone and muttered another apology. You rang up his items and told him the total. He leaned over the counter and you felt yourself step back. “You know since you kept me waiting for so long I shouldn’t even have to pay for my stuff.”

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me. It’s not fault that a stupid girl like you doesn’t know how to do your job. I don’t know why they have you at the counter, you aren’t even pretty enough to draw in any customers. “ He made a move to get behind the counter.

“Sir you can’t come back here.” You tried to stop him from coming through but he grabbed your wrist.” Let go of me.” Your voice was shaking for fear.

“Or what?” He gave you a sick smile. You looked around but there was no one in sight. “you should know better than-“ the man was cut off as he was yanked back and away from you. You lifted your gaze off of the floor to see the silver haired boy from earlier, holding the man by the back collar of his shirt.

He looked at the man and made a disapproving voice, chiding him with a playful voice. “You know that’s no way to treat a lady. And if you’re not gonna pay for anything you should get out of the way.”

The man was angrier than ever struggling to get out of his grip. “Let go of me!”

The silver haired boy looked at him and gave him a smile. “Okay.” Time seemed to slow and the next thing you knew the man was flying out the door half way across the parking lot.

The silver haired boy turned back to you a look of worry on his face. His voice was soft as he spoke to you. “Are you okay?”

You took a deep breath trying to calm yourself down. “I’m okay now. But that was really scary.” You looked back down at your feet trying your best not to show him how scared your really were. He hated seeing you like this. He broke the silence.

“I bet, I’m sorry you had to go through that. That guy was being a total creep. At least when I try to steal things I’m polite about it.” He joked trying to ease the tension.

You let out a little laugh. He smiled back at you. A few moments past and you spoke up, curiosity taking over. “What was that, how were you able to grab him so fast? And how did you get here?” He tapped his fingers anxiously against the counter as you questioned him. “There was no one here at all and then suddenly.” You eyed him suspiciously. “How’d you do it.”

“Um...” he stumbled over his words, “It’s a secret.” He said looking down at his feet. When he looked back up you were leaning over the counter inches away from him. He felt his face heat up at the sudden closeness. He tried to look away but your determined eyes made him hold eye contact for the time being.

“No seriously how did you do it?” His eyes darted back and forth, nervously, you could tell he was debating and what he was going to tell you. He sighed and leaned back over the counter, this time making your face heat up.

“Promise you won’t freak out.” You give him a look before nodding your head in agreement. He put his goggles on. And shook his body out to ease his tension. You gave him a weird look as he gave you a nervous smile. “Watch me.”

A gust of wind blew you hair back, taking off through the store in a lap and the next second he was back at the counter, sitting on your stool, feet resting on the countertop. Your mouth was open in shock, trying to process how he got there so fast. He watched you with curious eyes, licking his lip nervously trying to anticipate what your reaction was going to be. “That was-“ he shut his eyes, wincing preparing for a negative reaction.

“That was so cool!! What was that?” You turned to face him caging him in with your arms unintentionally. He felt his face turn red and stumbled over his words

“I- um..” he finally managed to choke out a response, his cool guy demeanor fading. “I’m a mutant.” He squeaked out. You gave a laugh at his high voice. “I’m a mutant. “ he said again his voice back to normal. “My ability is super speed.”

“That’s so cool, so that’s how you were able to steal things so quickly.”

“Hey!” He defended. “That’s not all I use my powers for.”

“But that’s what you mostly use them for.”

He paused before admitting the truth with a embarrassed. “yea.”

You guys laughed. He was still a little in awe of how calm you were. “So you’re not freaked out?”

“Not at all. That like insane, it’s really cool that you can do that.” You gave him a reassured smile and he felt his heart leap for joy.

“So now that you know about my powers, and since I saved your live-“

You scoffed. “Dramatic much?”

He smirked. “Will you go on a date with me?”

You were taken aback and felt heat creep up onto your cheeks. “I don’t even know your name.”

“If I tell you my name will you go out with me?”

You mirrored his playful smirk. “Maybe.”

He stuck his hand out towards you and you took it in your own. “Hi I’m Peter Maximoff.”