#but i have a head ache and imma sleep now so

[toxicanonymity]

i had dream about this lol. reader is naive/innocent/virgin, they know about sex but not much about masturbation. reader tells joel that they’ve been having this problem at night (usually) where they get all hot and achey down there. joel’s like well i know a way you can fix that feeling!! hopefully this isn’t too outrageous, i just love perv!joel lololll

Aches

900 / Joel x virgin!Reader / joel master

��� prequel: fires | sequel: thoughts

WARNINGS: I8+ mdni, big girthy age gap (20/50s) only one sleeping bag. fingering, grinding. mention of Joel being a girl dad.

You can't sleep.  You scoot your lower body forward and away from Joel's crotch.  

"You okay, sweetie?" 

Not really, but you don't know how to talk to him about it.  You’ve been sharing a sleeping bag with Joel ever since yours was lost in a scuffle.  Joel's is big enough for both of you, but barely.  You’re settled in against him with your head on his bicep trying to get to sleep, but he was poking into you again, and it makes you ache.  The feeling between your legs is so distracting, so overwhelming you can't sleep.  

It seizes you and won’t let you relax, but you don’t know what to do about it.  You’re a grown woman, of course you’ve tingled before, felt the warmth between your legs, thought about sex, hoped to have it one day.  But this aching, throbbing feeling worries you.  It’s so beyond anything you’ve ever felt before.  It's extreme and sometimes it hurts. You worry something has happened to you from sleeping so rough, not having the right products people used to have for their periods.

The feeling is at its worst when his dick gets hard and presses up against you.  That makes you suspect it's sexual. But you never learned how to get yourself off, and it's too late now.

"Um, yeah," you whisper. "I'm okay."

You squirm uncomfortably and dig a hand between your legs just to stay there.  

"What's wrong honey?" 

You sigh. "I just feel funny, that's all. You can't help. It's girl stuff."

"Now, hold on. Gimme some credit. I was a girl dad remember?  You havin' cramps?"  He gently rubs your lower belly, making the throbbing between your legs even worse.  

"No, not like that," you groan.  

He lifts his head up and gets more serious. "What's goin' on, sweetie? Where's it hurt?" 

Your face burns as you start to try to tell him. "In the front between my legs." 

His breath hitches.  "What's it feel like?" 

"It just aches and tingles and feels like a lot of pressure." 

He inhales deeply. "Anything else that goes with it?"

"I get wet," you say. "But I don't think it's like normal. This is really a lot, and I'm afraid something's wrong." 

He's quiet for a moment. "Nothin's wrong with you, baby," he murmurs. "Imma try somethin', okay? Tell me if this makes it worse or better."

"Okay." You're desperate.  Plus, you've been traveling with him for weeks and you're past the point of modesty.

He nestles in behind you and grinds his hard cock into your ass. "Worse or better?" 

"Worse, worse." 

"Okay, now we know what the problem is. It's just tension, baby. Built up pressure. Your body's reactin' to mine."

"Okay. . ."

"Just gotta relieve that pressure. It's okay, we all do it. I can give ya some space if ya want" 

Your heart rate speeds up.  He must assume you know how. "I don't do that," you whisper. 

"Ya gotta. Not gonna go away on its own, sweetie."

"I never figured out how. maybe something's wrong with me"

"Nothin's wrong with ya sweetie." He's quiet for a moment then he strokes your abdomen reassuringly. His hand finds yours between your legs. "Want some help?" He asks. 

"Um, alright." 

You move your hand out of the way and Joel's replaces it, first feeling you over your underwear. He whistles silently when he feels how wet you are. Then he slides his hand into your waistband.  "This okay?"

"Yeah." 

He backs up and urges you to lie down flat on your back.  His hand wedges between your thighs and you move them apart, making space. He watches you watch his hand. He bypasses your clit to wetten his fingers with your arousal. "This okay?" He asks and you nod. 

His middle finger prods at your entrance "can I go in?"  You nod again. 

He scoots up and presses his hard cock into your hip as he swirls his finger, then inserts it to the first knuckle and your mouth falls open with the intrusion. "Real tight," he mutters. 

"What's that mean?"

"Nothin', baby."

He proceeds to insert his whole finger, then adds another.  He slides his fingers through your folds then finds your clit and begins to rub wet circles. "Tell me when it feels right," he says. 

He tries a few angles, speeds, and techniques until one really hits the spot and you say "that."

"Good girl." 

He rubs you just how you like. "Now if you wanna touch your nipple or somethin', sometimes that helps, too." 

You slide a hand under your shirt and lightly caress your breast. You feel your lower belly heating up, you're getting more tense but also feeling so good with his hand between your legs.  He grinds himself into you as he fingers you and watches your spine begin to arch. 

"Come on, sweetie. Let it happen."

You whine from the pressure. "Joel, I - I don't know how"

"Sure ya do, baby just let go, let it happen," his voice is soothing and low. 

You whine again and pinch your eyes shut. 

"I know baby, you're almost there;" 

A few more strokes and you see stars.  You ride massive waves of pleasure and relief. It feels so good you cry. 

"Shhh, it's okay, baby. I got you."  He caresses your face. "You're okay, I got you, sweetie." He presses a kiss to your temple.

SEQUEL: Thoughts

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Thank you so much for reading. I always love your comments 🥹🙏

If you're into innocent readers, there's more where this came from. . . My ongoing series Left in Lincoln has an innocent, naive, virgin reader. And my master list has a virgin section lol.

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[anamenooneowns]

BEING RAFE'S GIRL✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡ ˚

an: i realized that the 'being ___'s girl' doesnt actually fit what i'm writing bc youre not their girl yet so imma change the titles most definitely bc i dont like it. um, so this is actually you being rafe's gf. not just meeting him. enjoy!

warnings: toxic!rafe, toxic!reader, name calling (bitch), you deck rafe in his shit so physical abuse, talk of drug use (coke), verbal abuse, lowkeyyyyy sub!rafe i dont make the rules, angst☹️, accusation of cheating

DNI IF YOU DO NOT HAVE AN AGE IN YOUR BIO. THIS BLOCK BUTTON GOES BRAZY

No one knew how it happened, to be honest. Not that it was anyone's business why Rafe was dating you, a 'Kook poser'. But was it really so bad to be a girl who just wanted to live well?

Besides, before you met Rafe, you worked your ass off for everything that you had. A new Telfar bag dropped that you wanted? You damn near didn't sleep with the overtime you were doing at your job. Your credit card? Never not paid. Wanted a new set of nails? You sat your ass down and learned how to do them yourself.

Hyper-independence was your middle name and you wore it well.

Sometimes, it seemed your boyfriend needed to be reminded of that though.

"I don't know who the fuck you think you talking to, Ra-fa-el," you mushed his head with the pad of your index finger and watched his face get red from your exaggerative pronunciation of his full name, "but it's not fuckin' me."

His eyes were dilated and he reeked of that disgustingly expensive alcohol that Kelce gave him. His hand shot out, snatching you toward him as he sneered down at you. "Y-y'know, for someone who gets everything they want from me you don't fucking-" he barked, breathing out a humorless laugh as he shook you- "show me any goddamn respect. You get caught chatting up so-some loser and get mad at me for being a trashy, Pogue, whore-"

Rafe grunted as his head snapped back because you didn't smack him. You just socked the absolute fuck out of him. "God- dammit!" He touched his nose with a trembling hand and pulled it away to look at the blood that was already leaking down his philtrum and spread between the crevice of his lips.

He doesn't get a chance to speak again because you grab his jaw, acrylics biting into his face and squishing the meat of his inner cheeks against his teeth painfully.

You got real close to his face, eyes narrowed and lips curled into a snarl. "I don't fucking need you. I don't need you, or your coke-induced paranoia, or your goddamn daddy issues, or your fucking money. I wasn't 'chatting' that guy up, because he's my brother you idiot."

His lips parted an a hushed 'oh' fell from them as you snatched your hand away and scoffed in disbelief. "Are you serious? 'Oh'?" you mocked. "Not even an 'I'm sorry'? Better yet–getting on your knees and fucking begging for forgiveness? But of course not, that would be asking the world from Kook King, Rafe Camer...on," your voice died as you watched him slowly get on one knee, the other following.

His hand reached out and grabbed yours, bringing it to his pink, bloody lips to kiss your knuckles. Then he turned it over to press a kiss to your wrist... then your palm. His breaths were warm as they blew over your hand that he was now bringing to his face, his eyes softer now. So many times would you look at him and be staring into two voids that were nothing if not full of malice and something that made a person's soul ache.

"I'm sorry," he said softly. "I... I should've asked. I'm sorry, baby."

"Rafe-"

"I don't- I don't know what's wrong-" his voice wavered and his face pinched together as his skin flushed again, but not from anger but misery- "with me. I don't wanna be like this, I swear... m'not like this, okay? You believe me right?"

His other hand twisted itself into your dress, gripping your thigh. Words escaped you as you just let him pull you closer, and it was only natural when your arms cradled his head against your stomach.

Your heart was racing. You couldn't tell whether it was out of fear for this sudden, vulnerable turn or concern that this boy was hurting more than you thought inside. "Of course I believe you, baby," you whispered.

Wetness spread through your dress and the way he was trembling told you he was crying.

"I'll always believe you, Rafe... I'll always be on your side."

It took a while but he eventually got up from his knees, accepting your sweet, glossy kisses to his wet face as you apologized for hitting him. Somehow, you convinced him to just stay at Topper's house and sleep off what was in his system, and through your exchanged gazes it was unsaid that a break was needed between the both of you.

And the next morning, when you woke up and got dressed to go grab the mail, a bouquet of white yarrow flowers and purple hyacinths. The note inside was in his cursive handwriting.

I'll always wait for you

R. C.

an: comments and reblogs appreciated!

[paintyoureyeswithavividmind]

close to home | chapter fourteen

close to home | chapter fourteen

plot: after passing out from dehydration, the reader doesn't get a moment to rest when two bodies show up

series masterlist

Pairing: Eventual Daryl Dixon x f!reader Word Count: 1,872 Warnings: violence, blood A/N: thanks for reading!

Daryl was talking with Rick when he saw you pass out, and his stomach immediately dropped. He cursed loudly and ran down the fenced pathway to where Glenn and Sasha were kneeling next to you.

“She was in the cell block with the sickness, you think this is it?” Sasha asked, looking over your pale face. 

“Nah, can’ be,” Daryl said, because the alternative was too hard to think about. “She been up with us all day workin’ in the heat, probably wasn’ drinkin’, ya’ll know how she can be,” 

Glenn and Rick shared a skeptical look, but you weren’t showing any other symptoms and weren’t sick ten minutes ago. 

“I think he’s right. It’s over a hundred out, and she does have a habit of forgetting to take care of herself,” Rick said, “We should bring her up to her room and just let her sleep it off.”

“She lost a decent amount of blood yesterday, too, from those guys that attacked you two. Didn’t need stitches but still, couldn’t have helped,” Maggie said, looking between Daryl and you.

Everyone visibly relaxed at her words and believed it was exhaustion and dehydration.

Before anyone could say anything else, Daryl carefully picked you up. He heard you groan softly and adjusted you so your head fell against his shoulder. “Imma put her in her cell and set up some water for her, be back in a few,” Daryl grumbled to Rick. 

As he walked through the courtyard and into the cell block, he ignored most of the looks of concern people gave him. It wasn’t a secret that a sickness was spreading, but it wasn’t affecting you. Still, when he passed Beth, he asked her to get Hershel and have him come up to look at her. 

Tora was sleeping on your bed when he pushed through the curtain, and she jumped up at the intrusion. Daryl carefully set you on the bed, and you moved about but still didn’t wake up. He lifted a hand to your forehead and sighed with relief when he didn’t feel a fever. 

Hershel came in at the moment with a worried look, and Beth and Carol were behind him. “What happened?”

“Passed out,” Daryl said, moving away to give Hershel some room. He sat on the chair you had found on a run a few weeks back and immediately got to work. 

“This the sickness, or whatever it is?” Carol asked. 

Hershel hummed for a second before he shook his head. “No. And right now, it’s only Karen and David who have symptoms. She has no symptoms, and I don’t think she was exposed long enough to catch anything anyway. She’s severely dehydrated. Does anyone know if she’s eaten today?”

“Nah, after the cell block and the meetin’ we went right out and dug the graves, didn’ see her eat a bite,” Daryl said. 

Hershel sighed at you, knowing this was in your character. You cared too much about the things around you to care about yourself. “She should wake up soon once she cools off. She’ll need to eat, drink some water, and rest.” Hershel said as he stood. 

“I can get her some food,” Carol offered, “I can sit in here with her until she wakes.”

Daryl looked down at you, his heart beating fast with worry. Even though everything made sense as to why you passed out, he was still worried. He told himself you were going to be fine over and over again. 

***

A couple hours later, you slowly opened your eyes and met the metal ceiling of your cell. Your mouth was dry, and your head had a dull ache, but for the most part, you were feeling okay. Slowly you moved, stirring Tora and causing her to move from where she slept between your legs. Another movement caught your eye, and you looked at Carol, who was looking at you, a finger between the pages of a book. 

“How are you feeling?” She asked you. 

“Thirsty,” You joked. She handed you a water bottle, and you drank it hurriedly, only taking a few quick breaths before you finished it. “Did I pass out?”

Carol leaned over and pressed a hand to your forehead. “Yeah. Must’ve been the heat. You feel fine,” 

You nodded and stretched your arms. “I didn’t miss dinner, did I?”

She finally laughed and made a move to stand up. “Not yet. They’re cooking now. I’ll go get you something to eat.”

“I’ll come with you,” You said, standing up. 

“It’s okay, I got it. Hershel said you needed to rest anyway,” Carol said. 

You ignored her words and followed her out of your cell, still a little wobbly on your feet. Carol attempted to usher you back in, but you ignored her and followed her outside anyway. 

It was just barely starting to cool off, making your head ache even more, but hunger was a powerful motivator, and you made your way to the awning-covered tables. Maggie was already there, eating alone, and she smiled when you sat down. 

“I told my dad you wouldn’t stick to his advice,” She said. 

You shrugged your shoulders and watched as Carol made a plate for you. “I was goin’ be a doctor. I know my limits.”

You, Maggie, and Carol ate together in mostly silence. Your head was still aching, and despite feeling hungry, you didn’t seem to have much of an appetite once the food was in front of you. After a little while, Beth joined you guys and struck up a conversation with her sister, while you and Carol listened along. 

You were just about to excuse yourself to clean up when Rick and Daryl joined you at the table. With an even bigger crowd at the table, you felt more obligated to stay. Rick struck up a conversation, and you listened to every other word, playing with the rest of your vegetables with a broken fork. 

“How ya feelin’,”

You glanced at Daryl. His face was all sweaty and had some dirt patches, which was nothing new for him or anyone honestly. You were positive you didn’t look the best, either. Your hair and clothes were dirty, and you were probably just as sweaty. 

“Better,” You said, forcing a smile and taking a bite of rabbit. “Just needed a home-cooked meal and some water,”

He scuffed and shook his head. “Needa be more careful, coulda been worse,” 

“Yeah, yeah, yeah…” You trailed off. 

***

The next day, you woke to hushed voices and someone shaking your shoulder. You blinked awake and looked at Rick, staring down at you. You opened your mouth to speak, but he held a finger to his lips and nodded towards the door. Daryl, Tyreese, and Carol were standing outside. 

You nodded, and after he left, you quickly got dressed. You strapped your weapons down and followed him out the door, taking a quick look around for Tora before concluding she’d spent the night with Carl downstairs. 

You jogged a few steps to catch up and looked at Daryl. “What’s going on?” You whispered, blinking away your sleep and uneasy feeling. 

He glanced at you for a second and nodded his head towards Tyreese. “Said he needs to show us somethin’,”

You two didn’t exchange any other words as you followed Tyreese down a long corridor and further into the prison. As you approached the exit to a small courtyard you all had yet to expand to, a trail of blood pointed the way. You and Daryl exchanged a glance. 

When you walked outside, you gasped, covering your mouth at the scene before you. Two charred bodies were laid out in the center. You fell back a step in shock, bumping into Daryl’s shoulder. The metal crossbow pressed against your bare arm, but you didn’t move away. 

“You found ‘em like this?” Rick asked. 

“I came to see Karen, and I saw the blood on the floor,” Tyreese said quietly. As he spoke, his anger grew. “Then I smelled them. Somebody dragged them out here and set them on fire. They killed them and set them on fire!” He yelled. Then he advanced towards Rick, and you and Daryl moved towards them. “You a cop. You find out who did this, and you bring them to me. You bring them to me!”

“We’ll find out who--” Daryl said, trying to pull Tyreese away. 

You glanced back at Carol, who looked utterly shocked and scared. Then you looked at Tyreese and Rick; the latter was trying to calm the other down. But Tyreese was only getting angrier, and when Daryl tried to step in again, Tyreese pinned him to the wall. 

You grabbed your machete and took a step forward, but Daryl waved out his hand, and you all paused. 

“We’re on the same side, man,” Daryl said. 

Carol grabbed your arm and tugged you backward. You both felt the tension in the air when Rick started to calm Tyreese down and as much as you liked the guy, he was scary when he was angry. All three were, and you definitely didn’t want to be in the way when the fists started flying. 

Tyreese threw the first punch, and you grabbed Carol when she tried to take a step forward. The two of you were both yelling at them to stop, and you couldn’t believe your eyes when something inside Rick snapped, and he went insane on Tyreese. 

All three of you seemed to pause at Rick’s action for a moment before Daryl tried to get him off, and you and Carol continued to scream at Rick to stop. 

Finally, he did, and when he fell back, you rushed to Tyreese to inspect the wounds. You couldn’t tell what was bleeding, it was a mess, and your hands were coated as soon as you tried to. He mumbled a few things before pushing you away, harder than he would’ve if he weren’t out of his mind. 

Your head smacked against the concrete wall, and your vision blurred again. 

“Hey!” Daryl yelled. 

“Stop,” You said, rubbing your head. “I’m fine. Everyone just fucking stop; I’m not in the mood for this shit!” You yelled, pulling yourself up. 

Carol wrapped an arm around you, making sure you were okay. When you nodded, she sighed with relief and watched Tyreese disappear. 

You rubbed the back of your head and looked at your hand; there were a few blood spots, but it wasn’t too concerning--most likely, your skin just broke. 

Daryl grabbed your wrist roughly and spun you around, looking at the back of your head. 

“Are you okay, (Y/N)?” Rick quietly asked you. You nodded and closed your eyes at the feeling of Daryl’s hand on your head, checking to see the cut. 

“I’m okay,” You said, “You should see Hershel for your hand. And probably take a few minutes to yourself.”

“Not deep,” Daryl said, “Already stopped bleeding.”

You chuckled, “What an exciting couple of days,”

[thatsthewrongwallcraig]

i've been thinking abt this for the last 10 seconds and i need to share this LMFAOO but how but either jack or kappa with "i would never let anyone or anything hurt you. i've never felt that way about anyone." AAAAAAAA imma pass out oki lob u lots and i love the way you write i like hang on to every word ITS SO GOOD EVERYTIME

THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH FOR 1000 FOLLOWERS! Let's celebrate that with this little something something here 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻 I'm very much left speechless by the sheere amount of people that apparently enjoy my deranged writings enough to follow this flaming dumpster fire of a Tumblr blog. I love and appreciate all of you so incedibly much! 🖤 Thank you from the very bottom of my heart!

Going To California

Summary: Kappa displaying insane amounts of husband material.

Pairing: hippie!Kappa x fem!Reader

Word Count: ~1.6k

Content Warnings: Romantic Van Life Smut 18+!, Unprotected P In V, L-Bombs, Very Fluffy And Domestic, Kappa Being A Heartthrob, Kappa Talking You Through It, Sprinkles Of Actual Plot, Dad!Kappa 👀

A/N: To the wonderful nonnie, I have to confess that I thought much longer than 10 seconds about this 🤭🥴

I put together a hippie!Kappa playlist!

Tagging the horny horde:

@crypticsewerslut @quicksilversg1rl @cc-luvr @icarus-star @milaeth @roryculkinsgf @spookyorchid @arch1viste @whoareyoi @angelsanarchy @blueberrypancakesworld @rocketqueen-world @r0ttenmess @doddernix @svgarcaine @amayalul @basementgrl222 @kristennero-wallacewellsver @iiheartsai

Spent my days with a woman unkind

Smoked my stuff and drank all my wine

Made up my mind to make a new start

Going to California with an aching in my heart

Someone told me there's a girl out there

With love in her eyes and flowers in her hair

- Going To California By Led Zeppelin

With his plush, soft lips Kappa left a trail of slightly sloppy kisses all the way from your forehead down to the tip of your nose that he eventually nudged playfully with the tip of his own.

"And here I thought you'd let me sleep.." You giggled, your tone a little drowsy as your senses had already been on the best way to slip towards warm and comforting dreams for tonight.

" 'M sorry, sugar, didn't wanna wake you up again." He nuzzled his face into the curve of your neck, his left cheek soft against your jawline.

"Are you though?" You pushed somewhat teasingly, arching your brows in the dark of the van while a smile tugged your lips.

"Well, yeah…but also not really." Kappa admitted, his curly, black hair ghosting over your collarbone whilst his hands searched for your waist further down underneath the woolen blanket that the two of you shared.

In gingerly soft touches, his fingertips caressed over the bare skin of your hips, tracing your curves slowly to savor every inch of you next to him.

"Go on.." You inquired, feeling how he sent little waves of gentle goosebumps all over your body.

"I'm just..y'know…I've never been just that happy and I can't help myself here, really. I hardly get enough of you, babe." His slightly raspy voice hummed into the crook of your neck which had you leaning your head back just a little yet enough for him to take note of the invitation.

"Hardly enough, yeah?", It rolled over your tongue in a tender laugh as you recognised his lips softly nipping right underneath your earlobe, "I'm with you all day everyday. How are you not tired of that yet, honey?"

"How could I ever, hm?", To underline his point, Kappa suckled your sensitive skin right between his teeth, effectively leaving a hickey just like a love-sick teenager, "None of this would just be remotely as heavenly as it is right now without you. Living in a van this, being free to go wherever that…but I wouldn't wanna go anywhere without you anymore. I love you."

"Good god, you're so sweet, Kappa.", You felt your entire chest swelling with a very distinct kind of fulfilling warmth as you led your fingertips to sneak under the hem of his linen shirt and caress his soft skin all the way up to his shoulders, "I love you, too. So incedibly much."

Turning your face to the side just a notch, you pressed a long kiss to the crown of his head, holding him close in your embrace, your senses following closely how his body heat quickly engulfed your statue, seeping through the layers of fabric.

'Hmhmm…right there, sugar." Kappa quietly groaned into your neck, pressing his front further against yours.

You very well knew how much of a slave he was to being touched around his shoulders and you eagerly followed his plea for more of your tender strokes. Planting another kiss to his hair, you started drawing random shapes and forms, curly waves and loops all over his shoulder blades and along his spine, pulling little moans and whines oozing with enjoyment from his mouth.

"S-so good to me, love." He hummed in a low voice, his own hands fastening their hold on your hips.

"Always." You returned softly while it didn't go unnoticed how both of your bodies reacted to one another.

You could feel Kappa's growing hard on pressing through his pants against your thighs just as much as you acknowledged your perked up nipples brushing against his collarbones whilst your own arousal throbbed between your legs.

"So much for just falling asleep, huh?" You joked amicably, pressing both of your palms against his back before pulling him on top of you as you turned to lay on your back.

"Oh, that's all you now!" Kappa reciprocated with a hearty laugh right before lowering his lips onto yours, nipping and nibbling at them teasingly.

"Is that so?" It left your mouth in a chuckle, your hands busy with pulling his trousers off of him.

"I might just be a tad bit involved in this.." He groaned, feeling his cock prodding against your cunt without anything left in between.

"A tad bit, yeah?" You inhaled sharply at the sensation, noticing how your body turned gradually more greedy.

"Probably severely very interested, s'that what you wanna hear, sugar?" Kappa sighed against your mouth before thrusting into you in one languid, careful stroke.

"Fuck…", It rushed over your tongue as you felt his girth stretching you out, "Feels so good, damn."

"Still mad about being awake?" Your lover huffed against your jawline as he rolled his hips into your lap, having your eyes flutter shut at the sensation.

"Hmhmmm…" You moaned out whilst allowing your head loll back into one of the plenty tie-dye patterned cushions.

"Fuck, I love you so much.", Kappa groaned, raising his forehead to rest right against yours as he thrusted into you anew, "I'd never let anything or anyone hurt you, sugar. You know that, right?"

Kappa's words reverberated, echoed right through you, making you feel as one with him.

"I've never felt that way about anyone before." His voice filled your mind as the tip of his cock nudged against that especially sensitive spot on your inside.

"My one and only…", You moaned softly against his warm, slightly sweaty cheek, your lips brushing over his upper lip and pressing soft pecks to the corner of his mouth, "Wouldn't trade the world for you. Ugh, god, hear that? You turned me all soft, damn hippie."

Both of you chuckled for a moment, the vibrations of his chest against yours making your heart feel like it was about to explode right into his aura that smelled like lavender and freshly cut grass to you. The warmth of his character, the carelessness in the most inappropriate of moments and just simply being with Kappa had done things to you…good things for once in your life.

"You were soft way before me, love, the world just didn't appreciate you showing it, but be certain that I do." You couldn't quite decipher if it was the way Kappa spoke to you or the way he cradled the curves of your waist in his grip, making you feels safe and protected with him right on top you, between your legs, that eventually pushed your body over the threshold of a rapidly building orgasm and quite frankly you didn't care.

Soft moans, repeated chants of his name cascaded from your lips as you arched your back to shove your hips into his lap, needing to feel him inside of you as deep as you possibly could, your pulsing and contacting cunt clenching down around his cock.

"There, there…let it all just go, 'm here, sugar." He cooed into your flushed cheek in a low groan, his own body turning rigid as he felt your walls pulling him in deeper.

The tide of your orgasm, the push and pull of your release was enough for Kappa to come undone himself, spilling his load as deep as possible, shoving it and pushing it deep inside of you.

"I gotchu…" Kappa hummed, enjoying the bliss of his own release rippling through his muscles, allowing himself to get lost in that instant of being ultimately close to you.

Only very reluctantly he pulled out of you eventually, the load of his seed trickling out and pooling all over the inside of your thigh.

"Uh, I gotta tell you something, actually…" You started awkwardly, immediately drawing Kappa's attention towards you.

"Huh? Are you trying to give a panic attack right after cumming now?" His hand fumbled around the headboard above the mattress, fingertips eagerly trying to find the light switch for the fairy lights dangling from all over the ceiling.

"No, sorry, oh god, sorry. It's just… come here.", Right after he flipped the switch, illuminating the inside of your van in a warm, almost orangy tint, you reached for his hand and gently pressed it against your lower abdomen, "I have a strong feeling that we are at least 3 now."

"What?" It blurted out of him, brows knit together in confusion as he stared at you with a dumbfounded expression on his face.

"I'm way past my period, Kappa.", You hinted further, "Sore breasts and, good god, the nausea lately?"

"What I'm hearing you say right now is that you are… pregnant?" His forehead crinkled in soft creases.

"Ah, there we go. That took you a hot second, no?" You chuckled out softly, planting a kiss to the bridge of his nose.

" 'M gonna be a dad?!", Confusion was swept aside by unbridled joy and excitement, "And you're gonna be a momma?!"

"Looks like it an awful lot now, babe." You couldn't hold back the wide grin spreading on your face before Kappa practically jumped you, attacking you with a wave of kisses, pecks and smooches all over.

[4littlefishies]

The 36th Floor - Drink Some Water

satoru gojo x suguru geto

warnings: imma be real, there's smut almost immediately. Enjoy ;)

wc: 6.9k

previous chapter here

The light coming through the window is enough to wake Satoru up. He rolls over in his bed, pulling the pillow over his eyes. Thinking of the night before, the feeling of sudden loneliness comes flooding back to him. Why did he have to leave? He huffs out and rolls back over to the nightstand and grabs his phone, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes as he picks it up. No new notifications, but he opens the conversation with Suguru. He starts rereading the last two messages to see if what he remembered was real or imaginary and realizes that they were, in fact, real. With a smile from seeing the messages again, he locks his phone and sets it back on the nightstand.

He slowly climbs out of his bed and goes to yank the curtains shut. He looks over at the clock on the dresser and it reads 11:13. I really slept in today. That’s when his head finally feels it. A dull pounding against the side of his head. 

“Holy shit.” He hisses out, covering his eyes with both of his hands, hoping to get some sort of relief. He slowly makes his way back towards the bed and crawls back in, shoving his face deep into his pillow. The room was successfully dimmed enough by the curtains that Satoru was able to close his eyes and quickly fall back asleep, finding that that was the only relief for the pounding headache he felt. 

When he opens his eyes again, it’s 12:25. “I guess I should try to get up now.” He grumbles to himself, slowly sitting up. He makes his way to the bathroom and downs a glass of water, finally realizing how dehydrated he felt. He quickly fills up and downs a second glass before turning on the shower, hoping to wash off this terrible feeling. This is why you don’t drink, he reminds himself as he twists on the shower. The water starts flowing and he leans against the counter for a moment, waiting for the water to heat up. 

I wonder when he left? Satoru racks his brain, thinking about the night before, but he can’t seem to think about anything other than the overwhelming happiness he felt the entire time just from being around Suguru. He smiles to himself as he sticks his hand in the water and quickly yanks it back with a sharp inhale. “Ah!” He yelps out before immediately turning the water temperature down just a bit, shaking his head. Satoru strips and steps into the shower, letting the water run over him, closing his eyes and taking in the feeling of the hot water cascading down his skin. 

A deep sigh leaves his chest as he leans up against the cool tile wall, his head still dully aching. “I’m never doing that again.” He says out loud, standing back up to put his face into the hot water before rubbing his hands roughly over his face, trying to wake himself up more. He thinks about everything that happened the night before with Suguru. First the ramen, and then just the entirety of watching the movie with him, and then sitting and talking until they both fell asleep out in the living room. He smiles to himself as he remembers it all. 

Satoru remembers the electric feeling that coursed through his body at the accidental touches between him and Suguru as well. It felt like little lightning strikes every time they touched. He shivers slightly as a tingle makes its way down his spine, not able to think about anything else. He remembers how Suguru rested his head on his shoulder on the train, even if it was just for a moment. He remembers poking him in the arm and how strong it felt under the split second touch. He could carry me with ease, Satoru thinks so himself, imagining it in his head. Blood, accompanied by a familiar feeling makes its way between his legs as he finds his mind wandering. I bet he’d have no problem holding me up while he- Stop that. Friends don’t think about their friends like that. He can’t help it, though, because as he shakes his head, trying to get rid of the thoughts, one of his hands is already wrapped around the base of his now quickly hardening dick.

“Fuuuck,” He sighs out as he looks down at it. He softly closes his eyes and lets his head fall back as his hand starts to move up and down slowly, to start. His movements quickly become eager as the throbbing feeling between his legs grows stronger, his dick now fully hard. He pulls his bottom lip in between his teeth as he keeps a steady pace, the water continuing to fall over him. “Hah,” He breathes out into the steamy shower. He rests his other arm on the wall in front of him, leaning his forehead against his forearm that rests against the cool tile. 

Nothing more than soft pants leave his mouth as he opens his eyes and stares down, his tip visibly red and sensitive. He watches as his hand moves, but quickly closes his eyes again, unable to keep them open at the feeling. His hand squeezes tighter towards the tip, like he’s trying to pull his own orgasm out, letting out a quiet breathy moan at the feeling. I wish he was here. Fuck, if only he were here. He doesn’t even try to stop thinking about him in this moment; Suguru is the only thing on his mind as Satoru grows closer to his climax. 

His hand starts to move at a quicker pace now, imagining as if it were Suguru’s hand doing it instead of his own. “Fuck,” He breathes out quietly once again, now standing back up as he feels himself come closer and closer to the edge. He keeps his eyes closed as he continues thinking about Suguru as he finally tips over the edge, soft breathy whimpers falling from his mouth into the steamy shower as he rides out his orgasm. 

His hand’s movement slows down to a snail's pace, his tip quickly becoming over sensitive as the mess washes down the drain. His breaths are shaky but deep like he just got done running up several flights of stairs. His cheeks feel hot and he’s suddenly aware of how his wet hair sticks to his forehead. As he steps forward under the water, letting it fall over his face, he continues to breathe heavily, still coming down from the high. He closes his eyes as the water falls onto his face, no longer remembering about the headache he had entered the shower with. A soft smile sits on his face as he turns back around, letting his hair get some attention from the water. I don’t think there’s any going back after that. 

He laughs softly, shaking his head to himself before heading into the normal order of his shower routine, deciding not to think too much about what he just did. First he would shampoo and condition his snowy white hair, following that up by washing his face, then body. Finally, he would shave the small amount of hair that grew on his face, always liking to keep it bare from anything. He stands under the hot water, his skin now red from the temperature, and closes his eyes for a moment longer before turning around and switching the water off.

Satoru makes his way through his normal morning routine - brushing his teeth, skincare, hair - and is feeling much more like his normal self afterwards. “As long as this headache is fixed by some ibuprofen, I think I’ll be alright, Shi.” He calls out to the white fluff at the foot of his bed as he runs his fingers through his hair, trying to get it looking as perfect as he could. She doesn’t even lift her head at the sound of her name. “You never answer me.” He says, furrowing his eyebrows as he walks past her and into the closet. The memory of her immediately jumping up into Suguru’s lap makes him smile as he pulls out some black sweats and a white tshirt. He grabs a black hoodie to go on top and  pulls it on just as he hears his phone ring.

Satoru makes his way over to his nightstand and sees that Shoko is calling. He picks it up and presses the green button before pressing the phone to his ear. “Good morning Shoko!” He says, happy to talk to her.

“1pm is hardly morning.” Shoko says as Satoru heads out into the living room. 

“Well I had a late night so I get to have a late morning too.” He says, trying to defend himself. Shoko laughs through the phone quickly before moving on.

“Yeah, sounds like you can’t handle your liquor to me.” Shoko says, teasing. Satoru glares at her even though he knows that she can’t see.

“I want you to know that I’m glaring at you right now.” Satoru says in an irritated sounding voice, earning another chuckle out of Shoko. He sits down in the same chair that he sat in last night when he was with Suguru. 

“Whatever.” She says, making a quick pause. Satoru stretches out his legs as he sits down and hangs his head and arms over the back of the chair. “You’re going to the work party tonight, right?” Satoru’s eyes widen as he realizes what day it is.

“Shit, that’s tonight?” He says, sitting up and planting his feet back on the floor. He squeezes his eyes shut, mentally kicking himself that he would forget about that and on top of that, drink too much the night before. 

“What? Did you forget?” Shoko asks. Satoru looks out at the view from his seat, remembering it looking much better last night while Suguru was here. Right now it just looked… dull.

“I did not forget. I just didn’t realize that today was that day.” He says, trying to smooth talk his way out of it and failing miserably. He knows that Shoko is on the other side shaking her head in disapproval. In his defense, he’s been so absolutely slammed at work this entire week preparing for the visit yesterday that the party had completely slipped his mind.

“Sure, whatever, it doesn’t matter. If you want, meet at my place at 5:15 and you, Suguru, and I can all head over together. I already talked to him, we were just waiting for you to come back from the dead.” Shoko continues on, choosing to ignore his antics.

He’s gonna be there. Duh! He works with you, of course he’s gonna be there, Satoru. He rubs his face with his free hand. “I’ll be there.” He says, now a bit more excited about how the night is going to go. Before this, he wasn’t sure if Suguru was even planning on going to the party for sure. How am I going to look at him again without imploding on myself?

“Good, because I’m planning on having a great night if you know what I mean.” Satoru laughs at her comment, knowing that it means he’s going to be taking care of an extremely drunk Shoko all night once again.

“Can’t wait.” He says in a not-so-enthusiastic voice. 

“5:15.” She says once more.

“I’ll be there, Shoko.” He says before hanging up the phone. He sits in the chair for a moment, just looking at the view that had seemed so perfect last night. It wasn’t so much this view as it was him. 

Satoru smiles as he stands up and heads towards the front door where he grabs his keys and wallet from the table. After putting everything in his pockets, he pulls on some sneakers and grabs his sunglasses and headphones from the table. He puts the glasses on and sticks the headphones into his ears before he heads out the front door. Clicking play on his music, he makes his way into the elevator and makes it all the way down to the lobby without stopping. He makes his way out of the building and heads towards the station. 

All he wanted to do right now was shove a giant pastry from his favorite cafe into his mouth and wash it down with the sweetest coffee you’ve ever tasted. His long legs quickly carry him to the station and as he waits for the next train, he likes to look around at all the different people waiting alongside him. He smiles to himself, thinking about the outrageous stories he thinks Suguru would come up with for each of them, not even bothering to think of any for himself. 

The next train quickly approaches and Satoru takes a seat next to the window, the train only about half full. He looks through his phone at the last texts from Suguru once more. ‘Just thought I’d let you know that I made it home. Thanks again for dinner, it was really fun :)’ He smiles to himself as he reads it again and again before deciding to send one back.

‘I’m happy you had a good time! See you tonight ✌🏼😋’ Satoru types out and clicks send. Almost as soon as it’s sent, he sees the bubbles that indicate Suguru’s typing. He feels his heart beat harder just at the sight. He stares at the three little dots on the screen that continue to move until they eventually disappear. Satoru feels slightly disappointed and closes his phone and slides it into his pocket, just in time for it to ding. Quickly pulling his phone back out of his pocket, he sees the notification for a text from Suguru and his heart instantly picks back up again.  

‘I’m happy you’re alive after last night! See you tonight :)’ Satoru smiles as he reads the text. He quickly realizes that the stop approaching is the one he needs to get off at. He stands up and grabs one of the hand holds as the train comes to a stop. He steps out as soon as the doors open and heads towards the direction of the cafe, much like as if he were going to work, but with just two fewer turns. 

As he walks down the sidewalk to the beat of the music playing in his ears, he has his hands shoved into his pockets, trying to keep warm from the chilly December air. His quick pace makes the walk feel even shorter as he quickly makes it to the cafe. He pulls open the door and plucks his headphones out of his ears, putting them back in the case before sliding it into his pocket. 

Approaching the counter, Yuji comes out from the back, the normals smile on his face as he sees Satoru. “Hi Gojo!” He calls out as he comes up to stand behind the register. 

“Hey Yuji,” Satoru replies with a smile as he reaches the counter, already looking at the pastries and other treats behind the glass of the display case to the side. 

“No Geto today?” Yuji asks, now used to seeing the two in the cafe as a pair. Satoru straightens up, his eyebrows raised.

“Huh? Oh, um, yeah, he’s probably at home or doing something on his own, I don’t know.” Satoru says as he eyes the cheese danishes at the top of the case, furrowing his eyebrows as he answers. Yuji looks back at him, slightly confused. 

“Hm, he was in here earlier and I was just confused as to why you wouldn’t come in together.” Satoru raises his eyebrows once again at the mention that Suguru was in here earlier, but also at Yuji’s comment.

“What do you mean?” Satoru says, looking back at Yuji with confusion painted on his face.

“Aren’t you guys together?” Yuji asks. Immediately Satoru feels his face get hot and his eyes widen. He becomes a flustered mess just thinking about it and laughs awkwardly, trying to think of how to respond. 

“Uh,” He chuckles once more, trying to respond. “No, we’re just friends.” He says, smiling at the young man behind the counter.

“Oh!” He says, not seeming to be worried about being wrong about their relationship. “Well I think you two would make a nice couple.” Yuji finishes with a smile. Satoru feels his face and now his ears get even hotter and he can’t help but smile back at Yuji with his hands shoved deep in his pockets. 

He orders a few pastries and other treats to take home and of course one for right now. The table in the back corner where he normally sits is taken, so Satoru reluctantly takes a seat at another table across the way from it, unable to do anything about the woman already seated in his favorite spot. The box of pastries in his hand is set to the side as he sits down and eats a chocolate croissant that he had picked out. It was warmed up to the perfect temperature that made it taste like the most amazing thing that he’d ever eaten. He sits and smiles now knowing that Yuji thought that he and Suguru were together. I think we would make a nice couple too, but that’s not gonna happen, Satoru finds himself thinking, growing disappointed at the thought.

We’re just friends. Friends don’t think about their friends like that, Satoru. He presses his lips together at the thought. Yeah, well they also don’t masturbate to the thought of the other one in the shower so, what about that part? He argues with himself in his head as he quickly finishes his chocolate croissant and his terribly sweet coffee and puts his headphones in before standing up and making sure to grab his box of pastries. Yuji waves as Satoru makes his way out, giving a wave back to Yuji as the door swings closed behind him. 

With the brown box tucked safely under his arm, he makes his way back towards the station. What am I gonna wear tonight? He thinks, mentally going through his closet as he continues walking to the upbeat song playing in his ears. He has an outfit in mind that he thinks will fit the occasion, as well as hopefully turn some heads. There was one that he especially was hoping to turn.

Just before 3pm, Satoru walks back through his front door. He empties his keys and wallet back into the bowl and heads into the kitchen, setting the box of pastries onto the island. He turns around at the sound of a small meow behind him on the floor.

“Well if it isn’t Shiro. You know, you could've fooled me. I thought you didn’t like me anymore, baby.” He says, scooping her into his arms and picking her up, cradling her close to his chest. Satoru makes his way out of the kitchen and into his bedroom, Shiro still cuddled up in his arms. He sets her down in her spot at the foot of the bed and heads into the bathroom, grabbing another ibuprofen to take before he has to start getting ready for the party. 

Since it was for work, the company had rented out a restaurant in the city. This was a tradition that would happen every December, and every year that Satoru has worked with Shoko, she’s blacked out at this party. He shakes his head at the thought. He had begged Utahime to have there not be an open bar at the party this year, but she just shooed him away, not wanting to hear it. 

Satoru decides that he should eat something before he gets ready, so he heads back to the kitchen and checks out what he has for ingredients. He decides on making some quick and easy chicken and rice with a little steamed broccoli on the side. It wasn’t the most exciting meal in the world, but it would work for getting through today. 

He makes quick work of cutting up the chicken and getting it cooking in the pan. Shiro comes out of the bedroom and sits on the floor behind Satoru as he cooks at the stove. He throws some broccoli in the microwave so that it can steam while he cooks the chicken and the rice cooks in the small machine on the counter. Surprisingly quickly, Satoru is plating up the food and setting it on the dining table. He runs back into the kitchen to grab a pair of chopsticks before sitting back down at the table.

It’s nothing special, but it gets the job done. He quickly finishes up eating, making sure to put the leftovers in the fridge. Making his way back into the bedroom, he looks at his hair in the mirror just inside his bedroom door. “Woah.” He says, noting the messy pieces. He brushes his fingers through it, successfully smoothing down the pieces that were previously sticking up in various directions. He flashes himself a smile in the mirror and continues on into his bathroom. 

He washes his face and dries it with the towel before putting on a little bit more moisturizer, feeling dry from the cold winter air. He then focuses much more on his hair, making sure that not a single hair was out of place, even lightly spraying it with hair spray to make sure it stayed nice the whole night. After he’s pleased with the way it looks, he flicks off the light and heads back out into his bedroom and into his closet. 

Satoru rifles through the hanging pants until he finds the straight leg black trousers he’s looking for. He hangs them to the side and goes back to find a white button up knit collared shirt with short sleeves, which are cuffed. He pulls the two pieces out and hangs them on the back of his closet door as he strips out of his sweats and shirt. Music plays softly through the speaker on his dresser as he pulls the neatly hung pants off of the hanger and steps into them before he pulls them up. He unbuttons the shirt before pulling it over his arms and buttoning it up, leaving the top two buttons opened. He tucks it into his plants, leaving a little bit of room to move around. Finally, he grabs a black leather belt with a silver rectangular buckle and slips it through the loops on his pants, pulling it tight and slipping it back through the buckle to secure it.

Pulling open the top drawer of his dresser, he pulls out a pair of purple socks with brightly colored fish on them. “No one’s gonna see these, so might as well have some fun, huh Shi?” He says, looking over at Shiro who was still sitting at her spot on the bed, looking over at Satoru as he pulls on the socks. He rubs her on the head as he passes back by, earning a surprised noise out of her which puts a smile on Satoru’s face. 

He walks back into the bathroom and flicks the light back on, checking his hair once more and deciding on Tom Ford Tobacco Vanille as his scent for the night. He spritzes it a couple times over his neck and one on each wrist before setting it back on the tray on his counter alongside various other scents. For the last time, Satoru flicks off the bathroom light and beads back into his closet. 

He picks up a simple silver chain from the small hooks along the back of one of the segments of his closet, unclasping it and hooking it back behind the back of his neck again with ease. Finally, he opens a drawer full of watches and pulls out one of the 4 silver ones he has. He slips the watch onto his wrist and clasps it closed as he turns off the light in his closet and shuts the door behind him. He takes one last look at himself in the mirror next to his bedroom door before he exits back out into the main living room. 

Satoru opens up the closet near the front door and grabs out a black leather jacket to pull the entire look together, but also to keep him warm on his way over to Shoko’s and then to the restaurant. He finishes it up by pulling on his pair of black chelsea boots before grabbing his wallet and keys from the bowl. Satoru drops his wallet into his back pocket and grabs his sunglasses, putting them on before pulling open the front door and stepping out into the hallway. “I’ll be back later, Shi!” He calls out into the apartment behind him as he pulls the door closed, ensuring that it’s locked behind him before putting his keys in his pocket. 

He looks down at his watch, hoping that he isn’t running behind. 4:55. I should be good if I walk quickly and don’t miss the 5:00 train. Thankfully, for the second time that day, Satoru is able to make it all the way down to the lobby without the elevator having to stop on the way down. He pushes open the large doors of the building and sticks his hands in the pockets of his jacket as the chilly air hits him.

His long legs carry him quickly to the station in time for the 5:00 train. Satoru takes an empty seat close to the door and pulls out his phone, seeing a text from Shoko.  

‘You better be on your way.’ Satoru reads from 2 minutes ago. He unlocks his phone and his fingers quickly type out the response before sending it back.

‘I am on the train as we type.’ Satoru shoots back at her. Shoko immediately reads it, but doesn’t send back an answer. He smiles to himself as he slips his phone back into his pocket, patiently waiting for his stop which quickly approaches. 

Satoru stands up and is swiftly out of the doors, trying to make it to Shoko’s quickly, but also feeling nerves building in his stomach at the thought of having to see Suguru. He’s excited, but also kind of feels like he’s going to throw up at the thought. Is this the hangover or is it anxiety? He hadn’t had so much anxiety about being around anyone ever, before Suguru. Before Satoru knows it, he see’s Shoko’s building up ahead of him, and what looks to be like Suguru walking towards him from the other direction? 

The closer he gets, he recognizes that the dark long haired man walking towards him is, in fact, Suguru. Satoru smiles to himself as he sees him in something that he’s never seen him wear before. He has on a dark brown, almost coffee-colored turtleneck sweater, along with black tapered pants and a belt with a gold buckle. To wrap it all together, he had on some black oxfords and a long black coat on top. He looks absolutely perfect, Satoru thinks to himself as Suguru waves and calls out as the two get closer together.

“Yo! Satoru!” He calls out, the two meeting in front of Shoko’s apartment building. Satoru smiles back at him as he walks up to him, realizing that he looks even better up close. “You look good, man.” He says, clapping his hand onto Satoru’s shoulder. He lets it rest there for a split second before giving Satoru’s shoulder the slightest squeeze and letting his arm fall back down to his side, brushing his shoulder lightly as he lets it fall. Satoru notices the small gesture and has to control his face so as to not show that the action had any effect on him when it very much did. Holy shit, what was that?

Satoru smiles back at him as they approach the front doors of the building. Satoru types in Shoko’s apartment number on the call box and presses the call button. “You look good too!” He says back at him, turning back around to face Suguru, really getting a good look at him as they wait for Shoko to unlock the door. Suguru smiles back at him, his cheeks slightly pink. The door clicks behind Satoru and he turns back around, opening it and stepping aside, allowing Suguru to step inside first.

“Thank you,” He says, softly with a smile as he ducks past Satoru through the door, his hands stuffed into his pockets. The door closes behind Satoru and they make their way over to the elevator. Satoru presses the up arrow and turns back around to look at Suguru again. “I’m glad to see that you’re alive.” Suguru says, a smile still on his face as he looks into Satoru’s eyes. Satoru holds the eye contact for as long as he can before he has to look away or risk his face turning as red as a tomato at the small gesture. He looks down at the ground, his hands suddenly clamming up in his pockets.

“Well, i did sleep until 12:30, I think that helped a little bit.” He remembers the rest of his morning as the elevator dings and the doors open. As they step inside, Satoru finishes his sentence, pressing the button for the 14th floor. “I think taking a shower also helped me to feel better.” He says, remembering his shower from earlier in the morning, his ears starting to get hot as he thinks about it again, but now with Suguru standing less than a meter away from him. He sneaks small looks at him, unable to stop looking at how the brown sweater fits over his broad chest and his hair cascades down his back, perfect looking in his normal half up half down style.

The elevator approaches the 14th floor and opens quietly to the brightly colored mural that covers the wall. Satoru steps out first and takes a left before knocking on the 5th door down the hallway. It takes a few moments until they hear rapid footsteps approaching the door and then the sound of the lock being unlocked. Shoko pulls open the front door and looks at her friends that stand in the hallway, standing in a mid length dark green velvet dress with a slit up the leg.

“Oh hey! You’re both here!” She says, sounding excited to see the two of them. Satoru and Suguru turn to look at each other, eyebrows raised before they turn back to face Shoko. 

“Are you already drunk?” Suguru asks as he follows Shoko into her apartment. Satoru follows closely behind, making sure to close and lock the door behind him. They both kick off their shoes by the door and hang up their coats, now feeling plenty warm inside of Shoko’s home. Now that Suguru’s coat is off, he pushes his sleeves up his arms, revealing the gold watch he’d picked out, along with the veins going up his arms which Satoru can’t seem to snap his attention away from. 

“I’ve had a couple drinks already, yeah.” Shoko says, sitting down onto her couch, giggling back at Satoru and Suguru as they follow her into the living room. Satoru already decides that ordering an uber will be much easier than trying to wrangle Shoko to walk anywhere. He pulls out his phone and does it quickly, knowing that they will be leaving fairly soon.

“How many is a couple?” Suguru asks, sitting down in the chair next to the couch. Satoru stands back and leans his elbows on the kitchen counter, looking at the two of them from where he stood. Suguru looks back at Satoru as they wait for an answer, smiling and shaking his head before turning back to look at their already drunk friend. She fails to answer and Satoru finds a glass from one of the cabinets in the kitchen. He fills it up with water and hands it to Suguru to give to Shoko. 

“How about you drink this and then we’ll go to the party, okay?” Suguru says, grabbing the glass of water from Satoru and handing it over to Shoko. She grabs it and eagerly takes a sip, looking disappointed when she realizes that it’s water. She huffs out and drinks it, knowing that her friends won’t let her leave until she does so. Suguru turns back to look at Satoru once more, the two making eye contact again, except Satoru isn’t the one to look away first. Suguru turns back to Shoko, leaving Satoru with a blush on his cheeks just at the eye contact. He smiles as he watches Shoko down her water and stand up from her spot on the couch.

“Okay let’s go!” She says, hurrying towards the front door. 

“Hey slow down there, speed demon, where are your shoes?” Satoru asks, turning around to follow Shoko towards the front door. She stops and runs into her room, grabbing a pair of black heels and slipping them on, matching perfectly with the dark green dress she has on. 

“You also definitely need a coat, or you’ll freeze out there.” Suguru calls out from behind, stepping up to stand behind Satoru. Close enough that Satoru is able to smell the familiar scent of warm cashmere and pine that he’s become used to. He smiles as he takes in a deep breath. Shoko grabs a long black coat from her front closet and pulls it on over her dress. 

“Okay, let’s go!” She says, enthusiastically, opening the front door and grabbing her bag. The trio steps out into the hallway, Suguru making sure the door is locked behind them as they make their way back towards the elevator. 

“I got us an uber,” Satoru hangs back to let Suguru know. “I think that’ll be much easier than trying to get her to walk anywhere at this point.” Suguru smiles and nods his head at Satoru as they catch up to Shoko and step into the elevator. The ride is mostly quiet - besides Shoko randomly giggling about something to herself - and they head back down to the lobby, stopping once to pick up someone else that was also heading down to the lobby. 

The three of them walk out the front doors and immediately see the car waiting for them. Shoko climbs into the front seat, making Suguru and Satoru sit in the back seat together. Satoru climbs in and slides all the way through, allowing Suguru to climb in behind him. The ride is less than 10 minutes, but their knees bump against each other no less than 4 times. The first time, it’s purely an accident, causing both of them to recoil ever so slightly, not wanting to make the other uncomfortable. The second time is also an accident, as far as Satoru knows. The third time is because Satoru deliberately bumps his knee into Suguru’s, causing a smile to form on both of their faces. The fourth time, Suguru makes it very obvious that he does it on purpose, causing a small laugh to come out of Satoru’s mouth. Shoko turns around to see what’s so funny, but that’s when the driver pulls up in front of the restaurant. 

“Thank you!” Satoru calls out to the driver as he follows Suguru out of the door, closing it carefully behind him. Shoko closes her door and follows the two towards the front doors of the restaurant. Satoru hurries in front of them and opens the door, allowing both of them inside, earning a “Thank you,” out of both Shoko and Suguru as they enter. Immediately, they see the restaurant is filled with coworkers, as well as many of their partners. Satoru spots Nanami talking with Yaga towards the front of the room. I didn’t know he was gonna be here, Satoru thinks as he notices them. He still feels bad about his presentation from the morning before. I’ll just stay away from him for tonight. 

Shoko immediately spots Utahime over by the bar and runs off to talk to her, leaving Suguru and Satoru standing alone together, unsure of what to do now. “Do you want something to drink?” Suguru asks, looking over at Satoru who shakes his head.

“I think I’m good, especially after last night.” He says, remembering his pounding headache from this morning. 

“Not even a Shirley Temple with extra grenadine and extra cherries?” Suguru asks, raising his eyebrows in fake surprise. Satoru smiles uncontrollably. He remembered my drink. He thinks for a moment, looking up into the ceiling. 

“Actually, I would love one of those, Suguru.” He finally responds, allowing his name to drip out of his mouth, sounding warm and comforting. Suguru smiles as he turns around to walk towards the bar.

“I’ll be right back, Satoru.” He says, returning his name in the same way. Satoru blushes at the sound of it, turning around to look at who else he sees in the crowd. He notices that Shoko and Utahime have moved to a table, and they seem to now be joined by Ijichi and Haibara. Shoko looked to be telling an extravagant story with the way she’s throwing her arms around. Satoru smiles to himself, happy to see that she's having a good time. He’s easily the best dressed person here, Satoru thinks with a smirk as he looks around at the restaurant full of his coworkers. 

Suguru quickly comes back holding two drinks in his hands. Satoru holds out his hands and grabs the one that is very obviously his. “Thanks Suguruuu.” Satoru says, drawing out his name. Suguru smiles as he takes a sip of his drink, giving it a taste. 

“Back corner?” He asks, gesturing towards an empty table in the corner of the room. Satoru turns to look and faces Suguru once again with a giant smile on his face at the suggestion. 

“Oh absolutely!” Satoru calls out, excitedly. He heads back towards the corner, feeling Suguru following closely behind. They quickly reach the table and take seats in two of the four chairs at the table. This section of the restaurant was much less saturated with people, so it was much more quiet and easy to hear each other talk. “I don’t think I know who even a quarter of these people are, do we really work with them?” Satoru asks, looking at Suguru as he sits down in the chair. Suguru lets out a chuckle at Satoru’s question. I’ll ask a million stupid questions just to hear that sound; it’s music to my ears. 

“I think most of them, yeah.” He answers, still smiling at the question from Satoru. “But I still only know a couple people here.” Suguru says, slipping his coat off and over the back of his chair. He pushes his sleeves back up, revealing his gold watch and several rings that Satoru hadn’t noticed until now. He swallows thickly and his eyes widen slightly at the sight. He’s thankful that Suguru is looking down at his drink so that he doesn’t see his reaction. Satoru also decides to shrug his jacket off over his chair, revealing his bare arms and his silver watch upon his wrist. “I like your watch.” Suguru says as Satoru rests his elbows on the table, earning a smile from him.

“Thanks,” He says, his nose scrunching slightly as he says it. “My parents got it for me as a present when I finished school.” Satoru explains, remembering the day he received it. Suguru smiles, taking another sip of his drink, the ice sliding around as he moves the glass. Satoru’s eyes flicker back down to the gold watch on Suguru’s wrist. “I like your watch too.” He blurts out, earning another chuckle from Suguru. 

“Thank you,” He starts, bringing one arm up to scratch the back of his neck at the compliment. “It used to be my dad’s but he gave it to me when I finished school.” He explains, having a very similar story to Satoru’s. The two of them smile as they realize it. Satoru and Suguru suddenly hear a yell and turn around to see Shoko excitedly explaining something, now with more people gathered around her table listening to whatever story she’s telling. 

“How long before we have to drag her out of here?” Satoru asks, pointing his thumb back at Shoko. Suguru smiles and breathes out of his nose. He looks down at the table, trying to take a real guess.

“Well, it’s almost 6 now, so maybe 9:30 at the latest?” Suguru suggests, trying to actually be realistic. 

“That’s what I was gonna say!” Satoru shoots back, excitedly, his voice raising slightly. Suguru smiles at his excited response. Satoru sips on his drink, quickly finishing it and eating the cherries sitting in the bottom of the glass. Suguru also finishes his first drink at the same time.

“You want another one?” Suguru asks, standing up and grabbing the two empty glasses. 

“Oh don’t worry I can-” Satoru starts, but Suguru cuts him off abruptly, shaking his head and holding up his hand to stop Satoru from standing up.

“Don’t worry about it. I’ve got it. One more?” Satoru swears his heart skips a beat in his chest and smiles up at Suguru, seeing his bangs hang slightly in front of his honey brown eyes. He nods his head with nothing more than a smile. He couldn’t even say anything if he wanted to in that moment. Holy shit, I’m going to lose my mind, he’s actually going to be the death of me. Satoru thinks to himself, watching as Suguru walks back up to the bar. As he approaches the bar and talks to the bartender, he pulls his phone out of his pocket. He seems to read a text and looks back up to the bartender, looking like he’s telling them something. 

Satoru looks down at his phone as he waits for Suguru to come back, not wanting to just be staring at him the whole time. He’s scrolling instagram when Suguru walks back up and sets his drink down on the table in front of him. 

“Hey, um- I’ll be back, but my neighbor just texted me saying that there’s an alarm or something going off in my apartment, so I gotta go see what it is, but I should be back soon.” Suguru says, grabbing his coat from the back of his chair. Not even bothering to sit back down at the table. Satoru feels a pang of disappointment in his chest at the sound of that. 

“Oh, yeah, no worries! I’ll be here when you get back.” Satoru says, looking up at him with a smile. Suguru’s eyes squeeze nearly shut with the smile he gives Satoru before turning and heading towards the front doors, quickly opening them and making his way out of the restaurant into the cold December air. 

“I guess I’ll go see what Shoko’s up to.” Satoru says to himself, standing up from the table and grabbing his drink, as well as his coat. He makes his way over to the table; the crowd that had gathered around was now dispersed and only Shoko, Utahime, and Ijichi remained at the table. “Is this seat taken?” He asks as he puts his hand on the back of the empty chair next to Shoko. She quickly turns her head upon hearing the voice behind her.

“Gojo! Where have you been?” She asks excitedly as Satoru sits down in the chair next to her. Utahime rolls her eyes and lets out a dramatic sigh. 

“You know you love me, Utahime. You’re just mad because you don’t get to go to Shanghai with us.” She shakes her head.

“I’d rather eat dirt than be stuck with you for a 3 day weekend.” Utahime shoots back, crossing her arms with a disgusted look on her face.

“You’re my favorite coworker too, Utahimeee.” He says, drawing out the end of her name. Shoko is entertained by the interaction but Ijichi just looks horrified. 

“They’re always like this.” Shoko does her best to whisper, holding up her hands as a barrier between Satoru and Utahime. Ijichi smiles at the statement, just happy to be there. 

“How ya feelin’?” Satoru asks, turning his attention over to Shoko, resting the side of his head on his hand that’s propped up on his elbow. She turns to look at him and has what is very clearly a drunken smile on her face.

“Not drunk enough.” She says, mirroring Satoru’s position, leaning her head on her hand. Satoru smiles at her as she does so, shaking his head with a soft chuckle. 

“You are crazy.” He says, widening his eyes and jetting out his head towards her. 

“I’m getting another drink.” She says, standing up and making her way back over towards the bar. 

“I told you, Utahime, we shouldn’t have had the open bar.” Satoru says, sitting back in his chair and crossing his arms. 

“I’m gonna go with Shoko.” She says, ignoring him and suddenly standing up before turning to swiftly follow behind her. Satoru takes a deep breath and furrows his eyebrows and turns to look at Ijichi, the only one left at the table.

“How you doin’, Ijichi?” Satoru asks, sitting forward and resting his elbows on the table once more, clasping his fingers together.

“I’m good, thanks.” He starts, quietly. “How are you?” He asks back, trying to be polite.

“I’m also good, thanks for asking, Ijichi.” He says, smiling at him before asking him a question. “You drinking anything?” 

Ijichi stutters a moment before responding. “Uh- no, just water, I guess.” Satoru looks taken aback at his comment, putting his hand to his chest as if he had just been shot.

“Not even a soda or something?” He asks, dramatically, looking over as a slightly terrified looking Ijichi. He just shakes his head. Satoru looks at him for a moment, thinking about his next question. “You like Shoko, huh?” He asks, a smirk on his face as Ijichi’s face turns a bright red. He becomes a flustered mess, not knowing what to say.

“Uh, wha- what? I-” He chuckles nervously, trying to think of an answer while Satoru watches him squirm in his seat. 

“I’m just messin’ with ya,” Satoru says, waving his hand at him, a smile on his face as he sees Shoko and Utahime heading back towards the table. Ijichi feels a huge relief when they walk up behind him, taking their same seats as before. Shoko now has a drink in each hand, and Satoru looks over at Utahime. “What kind of friend are you, letting her get this drunk, and at a work event? Ugh.” He says, sighing dramatically, just trying to mess with Utahime. If she had rolled her eyes any harder, they would’ve popped out of her head. Satoru laughs at the sight, looking back over at Shoko when a voice comes through the speakers in the ceiling.

“He-Hello? Can everybody hear me?” Says a voice. Everyone looks around, trying to find the source of the familiar voice of their boss, Nanami. Eventually, everyone is turned to look at him as he stands in the middle of the main room. “Hello, everyone, first off, I want to thank you all for being here tonight.”

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“Shit” Suguru hisses out as he reads the text from his next door neighbor. He slips his phone back in his pocket and leans back over towards the bartender. “Can I actually just have the shirley temple?” He asks. The man behind the bar nods his head and adds the extra cherries into Satoru’s drink before placing it on the small napkin in front of Suguru. “Thank you!” He says with a smile as he picks up the drink, walking back to Satoru at the table in the corner. He feels disappointment, knowing that he’ll have to leave, especially when Satoru is waiting for him dressed like that. His biceps underneath the cuffs of the white knitted top he’s wearing. The top two buttons undone and the chain against his pale chest. His long legs in the straight black pants, all of it together was driving him crazy. He approaches the table and sets down Satoru’s drink in front of him, a frown tugging at the corners of his mouth. 

“Hey, um- I’ll be back, but my neighbor just texted me saying that there’s an alarm or something going off in my apartment, so I gotta go see what it is, but I should be back soon.” Suguru says, grabbing his coat from the back of his chair. He swears he sees Satoru’s face flicker with sadness, but if he’s actually sad, he hides it well.

“Oh, yeah, no worries! I’ll be here when you get back.” Satoru says, looking up at him with that smile. God, he makes it even harder to leave. Suguru’s eyes squeeze nearly shut with the smile he gives Satoru before turning and heading towards the front doors, putting his coat on as he walks. He pushes the door open, holding it for a few of his coworkers walking inside. 

He takes an immediate right and looks down at the map he has pulled up on his phone to get back to his apartment. It’s only a 20 minute walk, so he decides to enjoy the way back to his apartment, taking in his new surroundings. He smiles to himself, already thinking about Satoru waiting for him to get back. I don’t even know how someone could look so good in an outfit. He shakes his head as he continues on down the sidewalk, shoving his phone back in his pocket, trying to keep his hands warm.  The walk is uneventful, but he finds himself unable to think about anything other than what Satoru is doing, if he’s having a good time, or perhaps if he’s waiting for his return. 

His long legs make quick work of the walk and he sees his building come into view. Suguru pulls open the front door and heads straight for the stairs. He runs up the stairs, skipping steps as he goes. He sighs and shakes his head in annoyance as he hears the alarm his neighbor was describing as he makes it up to the third floor of the building, hearing his phone ding in his pocket at the same time, but choosing to ignore it for now. 

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“Shoko, you really need to slow down, or I’m gonna have to take you home.” Satoru warns as Shoko sips on her drink through a straw, looking at him with glossed over eyes. “You need some water.” He says, placing a glass of water in front of her that he had Ijichi grab from the bar for him. He takes the glass out of her hand and replaces it with the glass of water. She doesn’t even seem to notice when Satoru puts her straw into the water. He’s just happy that she’s drinking some water, even if he has to trick her to do it.

“Why don’t you guys jus’ kiss already?” Shoko blurts out, looking over with her eyebrows furrowed like she's trying to seem intimidating. Satoru’s face turns bright red and hot to the touch as he nearly chokes on nothing but air. He almost feels like his body goes numb from the waist down.

“Uh- what?” Satoru asks, trying to seem like he has no idea what she’s talking about. Shoko doesn’t answer and just laughs in Satoru’s face, not even remembering what she had just asked her friend. Satoru feels like his heart is going to explode out of his chest as he thinks about what Shoko just said. What the fuck? Can she read minds or something? Am I really that obvious? His mind is racing with a million different things as Shoko continues laughing like a maniac. “You really are something, you know that? I think it’s about time we get you home.” Satoru says, standing up and pulling on his jacket. Shoko whines out in protest, but Satoru doesn’t want to hear any of it. He successfully ushers her up out of her seat and towards the front door. 

“I don’t wanna yet thoo,” She cries out as Satoru puts her arms into her coat, pulling it up to her shoulders. Satoru puts his arm around her waist loosely, trying to keep her upright as she walks.

“Shoko, I already have an uber waiting. If you wanna keep going, you can do it in your own home, okay?” He says, knowing that he hasn’t even ordered it yet and just needs an excuse to get her out the door. He holds open the front door, allowing Shoko out first and he follows her out, pulling out his phone to order an uber, which thankfully there are plenty around. By the time Satoru gets Shoko out towards the curb, the driver is pulling up. He gets Shoko into the car first and then climbs in after her. 

The ride is short, yet Shoko manages to make small talk with the driver and becomes quick friends with him. Satoru smiles as the two talk, Shoko very obviously drunk out of her mind, and the driver that just goes along with it. Shit. Satoru thinks as they turn the corner onto Shoko’s street. He pulls out his phone and starts a short text to Suguru, remembering that he said he would be there when he returned.

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Suguru makes his way back to the restaurant about an hour after he first left. As it turned out, the alarm was in fact not coming from his apartment and his neighbor just wasted his time without even thinking to ask any of the other neighbors. He was trying not to make enemies with his neighbors, but this one in particular is already on Suguru’s bad side. Already irritated by having to leave in the first place, he feels like he has smoke coming out of his ears on the walk back to the party. He eventually calms back down thinking about getting back to hanging out with Satoru, and Shoko if she’s around, but mostly Satoru. 

By the time Suguru makes it back to the restaurant, Satoru and Shoko have left. He looks around the entire restaurant, starting in the back corner where he left Satoru, only to see the table taken up by a couple of coworkers he recognized from when he was training with Haibara. He makes his way over towards the direction where he last saw Shoko, but doesn’t see them there either. What the hell? He feels a pang of hurt in his chest as he sees Haibara at a table nearby.

“Hey, Haibara,” He starts out, causing Haibara to turn around, drink in hand to see who it was.

“Oh, hey Geto!” He says, clearly excited to see Suguru. “I feel like I haven’t seen you since you got drone training!” 

Suguru laughs awkwardly, not completely sure of what to say. “Yeah, I’ve been busy… Sorry to bother you, but you haven’t seen Satoru or Shoko anywhere, have you?” Haibara shakes his head no, but one of the other men at the table speaks up after hearing Suguru ask his question.

“I saw them leaving together just a little bit ago!” He calls out, his drink sloshing as he talks and his cheeks pink. Everyone at this table was very obviously drunk and feeling rowdy. “They looked pretty touchy on their way out, i wouldn’t be surprised if-”

“Thank you.” Suguru says, cutting off the man’s sentence before he could finish it. He clenches his jaw, turning around and heading towards the front door. What the fuck? What the fuck??? He feels like he’s just been punched in the stomach. I just need to get some air. Suguru bursts out of the front doors of the restaurant, opting to sit on one of the benches just outside. He puts his elbows on his knees and rests his head in his hands, taking a deep breath. What am I even upset about in the first place? It’s not like we’re together. Suguru stares at the ground in front of him, taking a few deep breaths before pulling his phone out of his pocket, thinking to check his notifications.

Suguru sees two text notifications. One from Satoru from 4 minutes ago, and one from Shoko about 30 minutes ago. He checks the one from Shoko first, knowing that this was the ding that his phone made when he reached his apartment. Suguru clicks on the notification and his eyes widen as he reads the message.

‘why dk t u guys jist kiss alreaxyy??’ 

He feels himself go stiff as he reads the words on his screen, even if they are horribly misspelled. What the hell? How much more did she drink while I was gone? He forgets that he was even upset and thinks about Satoru, smiling at the thought, even though Shoko never even mentioned a name. Do I really show it that much? He worries about being too obvious about how he feels about Satoru, especially around Shoko who somehow notices everything. He shakes his head and tries to forget about it, writing it off to more of Shoko’s drunken ramblings and goes to open the text from Satoru. 

‘Call me when u get this’ It reads. He feels a weight lift off of his shoulders as he reads it, not even having a clue as to what he was thinking was happening just moments ago. He clicks on Satoru’s contact card and presses his phone number before pressing his phone to his ear. It rings once, before he hears the noise of Satoru answering and Shoko making noise in the background.

“Get into bed or drink some water! Pick one I don’t care!” He yells at her, very obviously  keeping his mouth away from the phone so as to not shout directly into Suguru’s ear. “Hey, sorry about that, come to Sho’s.” Satoru says, a smile on his face upon hearing Satoru’s voice on the other side of the phone. “Where are you?” He asks as Suguru stands up.

“Uh, I’m back at the restaurant, why?” Suguru asks, slowly starting to walk towards the direction of Shoko’s apartment.

“I’m sending you an uber, see you when you get here, I’ve got a drunkie to take care of in the meantime.” Satoru says before the phone call abruptly ends. Suguru laughs to himself upon hearing the chaos that awaits him at Shoko’s place. The car soon after pulls up and Suguru climbs in the back seat. The ride is silent, except for the soft “Thank you,” that Suguru says as he climbs out of the car, now in front of Shoko’s apartment. He walks up and types her apartment number on the call box, not having to wait long for the front door to click and allow him to pull it open.

The whole elevator ride up, Suguru’s preparing himself to see Satoru again, excited to be back with his friends. The elevator doors open to reveal the mural on the 14th floor and Suguru makes his way to Shoko’s door, giving the handle a try to see if it’s open, and to his surprise, it turns. He pushes open the door and makes his way into Shoko’s home, taking off his shoes before walking in further and locking the door behind him.

“Shoko?” He calls out into the apartment, not wanting to alarm either of them with his presence. “Satoru?” He adds, making his way in towards the living room where he finally sees Satoru sitting on the couch, holding a long pointer finger up to his lips, indicating that he needs to be quiet. 

“Shhhh.” Satoru says with wide eyes and raised eyebrows as Suguru joins him in the living room, taking off his coat and hanging it on the coat rack next to the hallway. “She’s sleeping, I hope.” Satoru says softly as Suguru sits down next to him on the couch, a fairly small gap between the two. Suguru smiles, looking over at Satoru who looked somehow even better now. His hair disheveled, his shirt slightly untucked.

“Looks like she really put you through it.” Suguru says, with a smile. Satoru can’t help but smile at the ground as he looks at himself. Damn, he really looks good.

“Yeah she got me good. She didn't even make it to 8, let alone 9:30” He responds, laughing quietly. “Did you get the alarm figured out?” Satoru asks, curious about where Suguru had to disappear to.

“It turns out it wasn’t even coming from my apartment.” Suguru explains, causing Satoru’s mouth to fall open dramatically.

“No way.” Satoru says, putting his hands to his cheeks and letting his mouth fall open.

“Okay, I feel like you’re mocking me.” Suguru teases as Satoru continues with the gestures and faces. They sit in silence for a couple moments before Suguru speaks up again. “Did you have a good night, at least?” He asks leaning back and resting his elbow over the back of the couch, his upper body now turned towards Satoru, who looks back at him in the dimly lit living room.

“It was alright, but if I’m being honest, I much rather would've just hung out with you all night.” Satoru says, looking down at the ground before turning back to look at Suguru. He feels like his entire body is instantaneously on fire hearing him say that. He thinks back to the text from Shoko earlier. Does she know something that I don’t? Suguru imagines grabbing Satoru’s face and just kissing him in the moment. He longs to know how his lips feel against his, how his mouth tastes, what his skin feels like under his touch. Suguru doesn’t know how to respond, other than with a smile. You’re really thinking about kissing him right now? Friends don’t think that about their friends, Suguru, he thinks to himself, knowing perfectly well that he wishes they were more than friends.

“Me too.” He says quietly, rubbing the back of his head nervously. He fidgets with his hair, running his hand through it and brushing his fingers through the ends, not ever wanting his time with Satoru to end, but also knowing that he has a cat at home. “If you need to take care of Shiro, I can stay here, Satoru.” He says, looking over as the white haired man raises his eyebrows.

“Aw, you really don’t have to do that Suguru.” Satoru says, reluctantly standing up from his spot on the couch.

“No really, it’s okay. She’s probably hungry.” He says, a smile on his face thinking about the fuzzy white cat waiting for Satoru to come home and feed her. “I’ll get you a ride.” He says, looking up at Satoru as he heads over to grab his coat off of the rack.

“No, don’t worry about it, I can take the tra-”

Suguru cuts him off once again. “Too late,” He says, looking over at Satoru with a smile. “It’s already on its way.” He says, cheerily, knowing that he’s lying. Satoru shakes his head at him as he makes his way towards the front door, a smile on his face and a blush on his cheeks, thankfully not visible in the dimly lit apartment. Suguru watches as Satoru pulls on his shoes. “Text me when you get home?” He says as Satoru stands back up. He raises his eyebrows in response, not knowing how to respond at first, the request surprising him. 

“Yeah! Definitely. I will.” He says, sounding flustered, making Suguru smirk. Satoru turns around and opens the door, Suguru right behind him as the harsh light from the hallway pours into Shoko’s apartment. 

“Goodnight, Satoru,” Suguru says as Satoru steps out into the hallway. Satoru’s back is to Suguru, so he can’t see the face that Satoru makes, hearing that in person. His blue eyes widen and his face gets hot, thinking about the first time he heard it over the phone. It sounded even better now in person.

“Goodnight Suguru.” He says, turning around to walk backwards towards the elevator with a smile. Satoru makes it down to the elevator and presses the button to go down to the lobby. Suguru hangs onto the doorframe as he hangs out into the hallway.

“Goodnight, Satoru.” Suguru repeats once more, watching Satoru as he waits for the elevator at the end of the hallway. This time, it’s softer, warmer almost.

“Goodnight, Suguru.” Satoru responds in a soft voice, the elevator doors opening in front of him. 

“Goodnight, Satoru.” Suguru calls out one last time, barely loud enough for him to hear, earning a whisper in response from Satoru. 

“Goodnight, Suguru.” Suguru can read on Satoru’s lips just before he disappears into the elevator. He lingers in the doorway until he hears the elevator doors come to a close. Unable to keep his beaming smile suppressed as he backs into Shoko’s apartment, he closes and locks the door in front of him. He quickly pulls out his phone and orders the uber that he said was already waiting downstairs, leaning his back up against the inside of the front door to take a deep breath before letting out an exasperated sigh, his heart beating hard in his chest. Suguru stays there for a moment longer, thinking about the night.

He makes his way back to sit down on Shoko’s couch, scrolling through his phone to try to distract himself when he hears a set of tiny footsteps walking out towards the living room from the direction of Shoko’s room. He looks up to see what the sound is and is greeted with a meow. “Hey Kai!” Suguru says, projecting a whisper. He pats the couch next to him and the siamese cat quickly joins him on the couch to see who’s in his home. “Did you miss me buddy? It hasn’t been too long since I saw you last.” He continues to whisper, now giving the cat scratches under his chin. 

With a smile, Suguru continues petting Shoko’s cat as he crawls up into his lap. “You have such beautiful eyes, Kai… They remind me of someone I know...” He says, trailing off slightly. He turns his head to look towards the window, admiring the moon in the sky peaking through the various buildings that towered around. “I really gotta move somewhere with a better view.” He whispers to the cat, now purring in his lap from the scratches. Suguru can’t help but smile at the tiny creature in his lap that barely knows him, but already has so much love for him. “I think I gotta get a cat too, huh, Kai?” The cat doesn’t make a sound, too preoccupied with Suguru’s hands to even hear him. He smiles to himself at the thought. 

Suguru sits quietly in the dim living room, petting Kai on the couch until he jumps off of his lap, heading back towards Shoko’s room. Standing up, Suguru decides that it’s probably a good idea for him to check up on Shoko. He quietly makes his way down the hallway, making sure not to make any noise. He peeks his head into her room, seeing a peacefully sleeping Shoko, shoes on the floor and green dress still on. He silently chuckles to himself at the sight before pulling the door most of the way closed, leaving it open just enough for Kai to get in and out. 

Walking back out towards the living room, Suguru notices the pictures Shoko has hung on her wall. They’re made up mostly of family photos, pictures from vacations, pictures with friends, and Suguru notices a picture of a very young looking Shoko sitting on the bench of a picnic table. Next to her sits a skinny boy with snow white hair and wearing round black sunglasses. Suguru gets closer to the picture, not believing that it’s Satoru. When he gets close enough, it’s undeniable with those bright blue eyes and white hair that it’s him, not to mention the obnoxious look on his face. He can’t help but smile big at the sight of a high school aged Shoko and Satoru. He crosses his arms in front of his chest, looking over the rest of the pictures to see if he sees any other pictures of them from school. He doesn’t see any, but he does find one of him and Shoko when they were both less than two years old. He’d seen the picture a million times from his mom; it was impossible to miss. A tiny Suguru and an even tinier Shoko sitting inside of a large bin, squished together, the biggest smiles on their faces. He doesn’t remember it, but he smiles at the sight of the photo. 

He feels his phone vibrate in his pocket and pulls it out to see that it’s a text from Satoru. A smile appears on his face almost automatically upon seeing his name pop up on the screen. He slides it open and reads the text.

‘Made it home! Shiro thanks you and misses you! 😄’ He reads just before another text comes in. It’s a picture of Shiro looking up at the camera, Satoru’s purple socks with fish on them also in the picture. 

‘Nice socks.’ Suguru sends back with a smile on his face as he sits back down on Shoko’s couch, spreading his legs as he leans back into the cushions. Immediately, the three little dots pop up and Suguru eagerly waits for an answer that comes quickly.

‘You should see what’s under them 😏’

Suguru lets out a small laugh at the joke. He holds down and uses the haha reaction before typing out his final response, his eyelids starting to feel slightly heavy, especially after not getting much sleep the night before. 

‘Goodnight Satoru :)’ He sends back, a soft smile still resting on his face. Satoru almost immediately types back his response.

‘Goodnight Suguru :)’ He reads it, hearing Satoru’s voice perfectly in his mind. He locks his phone and holds it to his chest, almost overwhelmed with happiness. 

As Suguru is about to let himself succumb to the sleepiness that he feels taking over his body he lets out one last “Goodnight Satoru,” purely for himself to hear. He lets his eyes fall shut, a smile still on his face as he drifts off to sleep. 

chapter 7

[ktkat99]

Ao3 is down. I'll be posting here.

Two Weeks Of Whump Challenge Day 2. Isolation Chamber

Tim raised his fist to knock on Bruce's bedroom door, but froze.

He was being stupid.

This wasn't something he needed an adult for.

This wasn't something he needed to bother Bruce with.

But… he wanted to.

He exhaled and dropped his hand, head swimming.

He didn't need to wake Bruce.

He didn't need to bother him.

It wasn't like he'd never been sick before.

He coughed harshly and leaned back against the wall, sliding down to sit beside his adoptive father's closed door, letting his forehead rest against his knees.

He'd felt lousy when they'd returned from patrol, but since he'd lost his spleen that was nothing new. He could usually just deal with the fatigue, but this wasn't that.

He wasn't feeling any better, even though he'd been laying in bed for the past several hours. He felt hot, sweaty, sore, and completely exhausted.

His throat hurt.

He kept coughing.

And his ears wouldn't stop ringing no matter what he tried.

He wanted help.

He wanted someone to take over and make him feel better. He'd tried everything and just felt worse and worse.

But, at the same time, Tim knew he was nearly an adult. He didn't need attention like some kid, but he was just… so tired.

Yyyyy

"Tim, wake up."

He tried to.

He really did.

But his eyes were glued shut.

Every muscle ached like he'd just gotten back from mountain climbing.

His head wouldn't focus.

"Tim!"

It was hot.

Way too hot.

"Bruce? What's going on?"

"Get Alfred! Now, Dick!"

He heard a whimper and felt a large hand rub his chest. "Shh, shh. You're going to be okay. Just stay with me. Open your eyes.

Everything felt like it was spinning. He could feel his breaths coming out in desperate, short gasps.

"Jay, go get a thermometer."

"Hm? Why..? Oh, shit."

He coughed, body spasming.

Why couldn't he open his eyes?

Why… why was it so hot?

"You're going to be okay. Just stay with me."

Yyyyy

Cloth was around his eyes when he woke up.

He… he felt something in his hand.

"Tim? Tim, can you hear me?"

"'ruce..?" His throat was killing him, and he hadn't expected talking to be as hard as it was.

The thing in his hand moved and he was able to tell that… it was another hand.

Someone was… holding his hand?

"It's me, buddy. How are you feeling?"

"What happened?" He was so hoarse he almost didn't even recognize his own voice.

"You're sick, buddy. I shouldn't have let you go up against Freeze without backup. You fainted in the hall sometime yesterday morning."

"Sorry." He breathed. "What're you doin' here?"

"Making sure you're doing alright. You scared the hell out of me, Tim."

"S'rry." He was tired.

Confused.

Dizzy.

"Don't apologize."

"You don't… need to stay. Imma be fine."

Something brushed his head, pushing his sweat-soaked hair back. "I'm staying. Deal with it."

Bruce's voice was soft, but he could hear that he was smiling.

"Mm. Tired." He whispered.

"You can sleep. I'll still be here."

Yyyyy

The next time Tim woke up, there was beeping.

He felt the tickle of a nose cannula, and the pressure of tape holding an IV in his arm.

He was so cold.

"Bruce..?" He whispered.

The only thing he heard was the beeping of machines.

He still couldn't see.

His bones felt like lead weights.

"Bruce?" He tried to speak louder, but irritated his throat and fell into a coughing fit.

The beeps changed.

An alarm sounded.

There was a hiss, like a sealed door sliding open.

"Breathe. Come on, Tim. Breathe. In and out."

A hand rubbed his chest, helping to calm his fit.

"That's it. That's it, buddy. You're going to be okay."

Bruce..?

He sounded worried.

Tim turned his head towards the voice.

"Said… you'd be here."

The hand stilled on his chest.

"I know. I'm sorry. But you took a turn for the worse, and with your spleen, we couldn't take any chances."

"Where..?"

"You're in the cave. We had to set up the bio room for you."

Tim felt chilled all over again, for an entirely different reason.

The med bay was always kept sterile, but was also equipped with recessed, air-tight walls that could be pulled out to seal the room off completely in case of emergency.

It was mainly used in cases of bioweaponry, dangerous patients, or in need of a holding cell. In other words, he was in isolation.

"Tim, please." His hand was picked up by a gloved hand and pressed to a chest. "Breathe. Like this. You can do it."

He tried.

He really, really tried.

"Tim, you need to breathe slower."

"Please." He croaked. "Please."

"Tim, you're hyperventilating." A second hand combed through his hair, but stopped when the glove ended up just tugging his hair.

"Don' leave. Don't wanna be alone."

The hand holding his hand against Bruce's chest tightened.

"Buddy, I'm so sorry. It's for your own good."

"I'll be good." He felt wetness on his face and couldn't tell if it was tears or sweat.

He'd always been left alone when he was sick.

His parents always had work, and the people they worked with didn't need to be getting a child's cold passed onto them.

His father tended to… fancy… the nannies which meant his mother fired and rehired them too fast for any of them to care too much about his comfort while sick.

Bruce…

He used to bring him soup and hot drinks.

He used to sit with him.

He…

He used to… be there.

"Don't leave." He whispered through gasps. "Please..?" He was definitely crying now.

"Tim, buddy. It's for your own good. I'm sorry. I'm… Timmy, I'm so sorry."

"I'll be good. Please. Please don't leave."

"I have to. I'm sorry. I- I shouldn't even be in here now."

"No. No, no, no. Please, please. I don't want to be alone."

The intercom blipped to life. "Bruce, he needs to be sedated. His heart rate's way too high, and he's panicking."

"Tim-,"

"Please. Don't do this. I don't want to be alone."

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry, Timmy. It's for your own good."

He felt a prick in his neck and his brain started to fog.

He was tired.

His hand grew limp.

"I'm sorry, Timmy. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, son."

The last thing he felt was his hand being laid across his own chest.

The last thing he heard was the hiss of the door closing.

The last thing he knew, was that he was once again alone.

[matchalattegreen]

Sodapop Curtis x Reader: Sick Day

You had been feeling like crap all day. You had regretting going to work but you toughed your way through the day. Now you were walking back home and your head was pounding and your stomach was twisting and turning and your entire body was sweating and aching. You figured on your way home you could maybe stop by the DX and grab some medicine or something.

When you got there, you saw your boyfriend, Sodapop working on a car outside. You tried to avoid him. If he saw you so sick he would get too protective and you wanted the least amount of attention possible at that moment. You opened the door to the small store, then you suddenly felt a hand on your shoulder and turned around.

"Thought you could sneak past me, huh, baby?" Sodapop said, grinning. You forced a small smile to play along with his warm attitude.

His smile immediately faded into a look of concern when he studied your face. "Babe, you don't look so good... You feeling alright?"

"I'm just a little sick," you said tiredly. "Imma go home right after this and go rest."

He sighed and gently placed his hand on your forehead. "Oh Jesus, you're burning up. Did you go to work today?"

You sadly nodded your head, knowing Soda wouldn't be happy hearing this.

His face turned more concerned. "Baby, you're really sick, you should've stayed home. You're not gonna get better if you don't rest."

"I know, I'm sorry. I'm going home right after I leave here, I just thought I'd pick up some medicine."

Sodapop's face was filled with care and concern. "Did you walk here?"

You nodded and he sighed. He walked over to the counter and grabbed a bottle of some basic over-the-counter medicine, slapped down a ten dollar bill on the counter and turned back to you. "I'm gonna drive you home."

You tried to counter. "Soda-"

He raised his finger to your lips to hush you. "You're in no condition to walk home, especially not by yourself. Besides, I was just about to get off work anyway."

You opened your mouth to say something else but you didn't get the chance because in a moment Sodapop had you by the hand and was leading you out to his car.

On the drive to your house, Soda made sure to drive nice and easy, periodically turning his head to check on you. You were having trouble staying awake, still sweating and shivering and aching.

When you arrived at your house Soda helped you out of the car. He wrapped an arm around your waist to help support you on your way in. He helped you all the way to your bedroom.

You sat down on your bed and Soda helped you take off your shoes. "Alright now lie down, its gonna be ok." He helped you ease into bed and lie down before covering you up with a blanket. "There you go baby, now lie here and rest while I go get you some medicine and a glass of cold water." He quickly leaft the room, but came back a minute later with a pill in his hand and a frosty glass in the other.

"Ok," he said, sitting on the edge of your bed. "Take this, it should help." He handed you the pill, then the glass of water and watched as you swallowed the medicine. "Good, now just rest and hopefully you'll soon be feeling at least a little better."

"Soda you shouldn't be so close to me, I don't want you to get sick too," you said tiredly. He just chuckled.

"I don't care. You need someone to take care of you so here I am. Now try to get some sleep." He gently stroked your hair as you closed your eyes and instantly fall into a deep sleep.

He continued stroking your hair softly as he whispered to you. "I love you baby... I need you to feel better..."

[fangirls-fanfiction]

Chapter Five

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"Come on you damn thing!"

The Queen of Hell growled as her radio just came on with static. Turning the station once again, she eagerly bounced in her seat in her office as the she heard the unmistakable voice of the announcer for Dice's show.

"It's time for everyone's favorite game show; Roll the Dice!"

Leaning her head on her hand, she began working on her paperwork with a smile on her face. She did find joy listening to the show once and a while. For the thrill of listening to her next soul be delivered right to her vault of course. She had no other interest in the show.

"With your host; Queen Dice!"

Perking up, she stared at the radio as if it was actually Dice singing. She truly was talented, there was no doubt about that. She easily won people over with her charm, every little citizen of Inkwell was wrapped around her finger, and dammit she knew it.

With that thought, the Devil frowned, getting back to her paperwork.

Except for her, of course. Dice had everyone except her wrapped around her finger.

It wasn't long before Queen Dice had stopped singing, the demon thinking about turning the radio off. But no, she had to wait until the unsuspecting mortal lost their soul. That's what she was listening in for after all.

Though she jumped and scrambled to turn off her radio at the sound of someone knocking.

"Come on you damn... Stupid..."

The radio didn't seem to want to turn off. Finally having enough, she threw it at the wall, breaking it into pieces. Though destroyed beyond repair, it was quiet now.

"Come in." She cleared her throat.

"I thought I'd find you here," Henchwoman smiled as she pushed the lunch tray into the room. "Gettin some work done I see— " She noticed the radio on the ground.

"Is that my radio?"

"Uh... I— I had a bit of trouble with it... I— I'll get you a new one."

"I didn't know you listened to the radio, Boss. Were you listenin to 'Roll the Dice'? I love that radio show, Miss Queen Dice is so talented." Henchwoman sighed.

The Queen of Hell sighed blissfully as well. Queen Dice was very talented indeed. Her voice was wonderful, she could hear it for hours and never get sick of it.

"Boss?"

"Hmm?" The Devil was pulled out of her daydreaming.

"You're... You're doin it again."

"Doing what again?"

"Sometimes you'll— D'uhm... You'll start smiling and then you'll just... Stare off into space. Like... Like what you were just doin." Henchwoman explained, twiddling her thumbs.

"What?" The demon blinked. "N— No I don't!"

"Uh... Ya definitely do, Boss..."

Groaning, Lucifer leaned her head on her desk.

"What's wrong with me, Henchwoman...?"

"There's nothin wrong with you, maybe you're just tired. How much sleep didja get last night?"

"Uhm..."

When she wasn't crying, she was staring up at the ceiling thinking about... Well, thinking about Dice. And then she'd start crying again. But Henchwoman didn't need to know that.

"A decent amount of sleep... I suppose..."

"Well, uh... You been eating alright?"

"I think so..."

"Are ya sick?"

"I don't think..."

Henchwoman hummed in thought, racking her brain as she sat the demons lunch on her desk. Poking at her food, the Devil was rather unenthusiastic about eating. Sighing, she pushed her plate away, leaning on her desk again.

"You sure you're not sick?" Henchwoman asked.

"I don't know... I feel... I feel something... I... I dunno what it is..."

"Like... A stomach ache?"

That wasn't it at all. The Devil was well aware how a stomach ache felt, she'd learned the hard way when she had one too many of those mysterious cookies that showed up at her doorstep. Henchwoman insisted that it was that Chef Saltbaker trying to poison her— Though she should know better than anyone that poison didn't work on the demon.

But this wasn't it. Not even close.

Henchwoman just didn't understand. And if she couldn't, who would?

"I guess... Yeah, a stomach ache..."

"D'awwwe Boss, it's ok, why don't ya just take it easy for the rest of the day? I'll go tell Stickler you're sick." Henchwoman took the plate from her desk, pushing the cart out of the room.

She couldn't keep going on like this, just pushing through this feeling and hoping that it'd go away. The feeling only got stronger, no matter how much she denied it. She racked her brain, thinking long without taking her head off the desk. Surely there was some way to get rid of this feeling.

The longer she sat there, the more tired she had gotten. She really hadn't gotten much sleep last night, she couldn't have. Even if sleeping was more of a hobby than a requirement for her, this whole ordeal drained her energy.

Standing and going over to the chase lounge, she got as comfortable as she could on it. She really should have just teleported to her room, but the sloth in her was just too lazy to. Yawning and closing her eyes, she eventually willed herself to sleep, despite the incredibly uncomfortable position.

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The Devil wasn't sure how long she'd been asleep, but she wasn't exactly very enthused when she was rudely awakened by the door opening. She sat up quickly, turning to face the door, less than delighted to see who had opened the door.

"Did I wake you?" Queen Dice asked.

"No," The demon laid back on the couch, adjusting her position so she was sleeping on her side. "I was just sleeping peacefully until you opened that blasted door."

"Sorry..." Queen Dice mumbled, the demon rolling her eyes. She had long since gave up trying to get Dice to stop apologizing, it was just an unbreakable, bad habit.

"Heard you were sick." Dice went on.

"Did Henchwoman tell you?" Lucifer scoffed.

"Yeah, she said you had a stomach ache. You still feeling sick?" She asked.

The Queen of Hell stopped for a moment. Funny. The feeling was gone. Maybe all she needed was some sleep.

"It feels like it might be." The Devil muttered, glancing at Dice.

Though upon seeing her loyal worker, her heart skipped a beat, that horrible feeling coming back.

"Actually... Maybe not..."

Queen Dice frowned walking over to the chase lounge with her Boss.

'What are you doing?! Stay over there! Please you'll only make it worse!’ The demon thought frantically, sitting up and trying to scramble backwards off the seat, the armrest blocking her.

"Just relax, Boss, I'm just trying to help." Queen Dice placed a hand on the demons shoulder before taking her other shoulder, and gently laying her back down. "If ya ever wanna get better, you'll have to relax."

Patting her shoulders, the woman retracted her hands.

"Gosh, you're so tense, Boss, ya gotta relax, otherwise it'll just get worse."

Queen Dice was right, it seemed the more and more she got tense, the worse the feeling got. Not to mention the awful knot that was forming in her stomach.

"I'm sure it'll go away if you just relax." Dice went on.

Nodding, Old Scratch rolled back over on her side, trying to calm down. Though she tensed back up as she felt fingers running through her curly hair.

"Dice?— "

"It'll help you destress, I promise. Unless you don't want me touching your hair." Queen Dice stopped.

"Do what you must," The Devil groaned, her gaze falling to the ground. "Just make it go away."

"I can't make it go away, but it might help it go away."

Crossing her arms, the Devil let Dice follow through with this, even if she was a little skeptical in her theory.

As Dice gently played with her hair, the demon did find it soothing, willing her back to sleep. And though it didn't make the feeling go away as Dice said it would, Lucifer found it too comfortable to make Dice stop. Slowly closing her eyes, the demon found herself relaxing more than she had in a long time.

Once again, Queen Dice knew what to do in a situation. She was clever like that.

Though when Dice went to move hair out from behind her, she seemed to pause for a moment, but continued soon after. Opening one eye to just a sliver, the Devil wondered why she had paused.

Deciding it wasn't important, she closed her eye again. Slowly but surely, she began falling asleep again.

Breathing slowly and lightly at this point, she felt Dice's hands leave her hair. Though the demon wanted her to continue, she figured it was more important for her to sleep. Dice probably had better things to do anyway.

Though she never heard Dice leave the room, or even walk away.

Opening one of her eyes, she didn't move but wanted to make sure she knew exactly when Dice had left. Though she did hear Dice talking to herself, as she often did. As low as a mumble, she couldn't make out any of it except one thing;

"I wonder if she's always had those scars..."

Both of her eyes snapping open, she sat up, looking directly to Dice.

"I'm sorry, did— Did I wake you again?" Queen Dice asked.

Why had the Devil let her guard down? Why had she allowed Dice even near her in the first place?

Flattening her hair, the demon made sure the scars on her back were covered, all the while staring at Dice.

"Did... Did you hear me talking about the scars? I— I didn't mean anything by it, Boss, I was only curious." The woman tried to explain.

"Shut up. Don't— Don't talk about them."

Her emotions were getting rocky again. Masking them with rage, she refused to cry in front of Dice.

"How dare you even look at them? Wh— Why were you even looking at them in the first place?"

"Your hair was hiding them, I just— I just happened to see them. I— I— I'm sorry..."

"You had NO BUSINESS staring at them."

"Buh— Boss, you gotta calm down, otherwise you'll never get better." Queen Dice reached for her.

Whether it was to touch her face or her hair, the Devil wasn't having it; she caught her by the wrist, holding it tightly.

"Don't you ever bring them up again— Don't even look at them."

"Boss— "

"In fact, if you ever find yourself wanting to help out when I'm sick— Don't." She squeezed Dice's wrist tighter.

"Boss!— " Queen Dice tugged back from her, trying to get her hand back.

"Understand?"

"Ye— Yes Boss, but— But— But you're— You're hurting me..."

Her rage melting away, the Devil finally let go of Dice's hand, the woman quickly pulling it away as she backed up. Scrambling from the couch, she tried to approach Dice, just wanting to make sure she was alright. Though with every step she took, Dice pinned herself against the wall.

The Devil paused at that reaction; Dice was scared. She was scared of her...

Still, she tried again.

"Dice, I'm... I didn't mean to... I just..."

Sniffling, Queen Dice pushed past her, and quickly through the office and out the door.

"Dice! Wait! I didn't mean it! I'm..."

Lucifer ran to the doorway, just in time to see the Hellevator leave to go to the surface world.

"I'm... I'm sorry..." She still said, tears welling up in her eyes.

[evangelinesecondacc]

A/N: so guys i decided to post part two of 'Love' the way i planned to. Imma post the fifth year parts and the next part will contain the 6th year, I js didn't want you to wait so long. I ain't romanticizing that shit, I js think that these are be of their past and lore, and a few of the things were also requested really often so l tried to work it out

And guys after the fourth year will be way more angst and serious things, you could say that it's going downhill from now on

TW: huge trigger warning, there will be mentions of ED, SA and alcohol, a little bit angst (I don't know if that's a trigger)

Fifth Year: The burden of Silence

The pressure of fifth year weighed heavily on Y/N. The intensity of preparing for O.W.L.s was suffocating, and she found herself drowning in expectations—her own, her parents', and those of her professors. The need to be perfect gnawed at her, and soon, she began slipping into old, destructive habits.

She skipped meals, convincing herself it was the only way to stay focused, to keep control. Her friends noticed her growing fatigue, but Y/N deflected their concern with practiced ease. Even Mattheo, with his perceptive eyes and gentle concern, couldn’t penetrate the walls she’d built around herself.

But he watched. He saw the way her clothes began to hang loosely on her frame, the way she avoided the Great Hall during meals, the hollow look in her eyes that hadn’t been there before. He tried to talk to her, but she brushed him off with forced smiles and reassurances that everything was fine.

One evening, as they sat in the Slytherin common room, Y/N’s hand trembled as she scribbled notes. Mattheo, sitting across from her, couldn’t hold back any longer.

“Y/N,” he said quietly, his voice filled with concern. “You’ve been pushing yourself too hard. You need to take care of yourself.”

She looked up, her eyes tired but defiant. “I’m fine, Mattheo. Just stressed about the exams.”

“Skipping meals isn’t going to help,” he replied, his tone firmer now.

She flinched, the truth of his words hitting her like a blow. “I said I’m fine,” she repeated, but her voice wavered.

He didn’t push further that night, but his worry only deepened.

As the weeks passed, Y/N’s condition worsened. She was constantly exhausted, her skin pale and gaunt. Mattheo’s heart ached every time he looked at her. He felt helpless, desperate to do something, anything, to pull her back from the edge.

One night, unable to sleep, Mattheo decided to take a walk. As he wandered the dimly lit corridors, he found himself drawn to the kitchens. He paused when he saw a familiar figure sitting on the floor, her back against the wall, her knees drawn to her chest. It was Y/N, her face buried in her hands.

“Y/N,” he called softly, approaching her. “What are you doing here?”

She looked up, tears streaming down her face. “I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I’m so sorry.”

His heart broke at the sight of her. He knelt beside her, gently pulling her hands away from her face. “Hey, it’s okay. What’s wrong?”

“I can’t do this anymore,” she choked out. “I’m so tired, Mattheo. I’m so tired of pretending everything is fine.”

“You don’t have to pretend,” he said softly. “Not with me.”

She shook her head, her tears falling faster. “I’m scared, Mattheo. I don’t know how to stop.”

He wrapped his arms around her, holding her tightly. “You’re not alone. We’ll figure this out together, okay?”

In the days that followed, Mattheo stayed close to Y/N, watching her with an intensity that made her uncomfortable. She knew he meant well, but the guilt of worrying him only added to her burden.

One afternoon, they sat by the Black Lake, the cool breeze ruffling their robes. Mattheo decided it was time to confront her about her eating disorder.

“Y/N, we need to talk,” he began, his voice steady but filled with concern.

She glanced at him, her eyes wary. “About what?”

“About what’s really going on,” he said, not backing down. “I know you’re struggling, and I want to help.”

She looked away, her hands clenching into fists. “I don’t know how to stop,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. “I feel like I’m losing control.”

“You’re not losing control,” he said firmly. “You’re just struggling, and that’s okay. But you need help, Y/N. More help than I can give.”

Tears filled her eyes, and she shook her head. “I don’t want anyone to know. They’ll think I’m weak.”

“You’re not weak,” he said fiercely, his hands trembling as he reached for hers. “You’re one of the strongest people I know. But even the strongest people need help sometimes.”

She looked at him, her eyes filled with desperation. “What if I can’t get better?”

“You will,” he said, his voice breaking. “You have to believe that. And I’ll be with you every step of the way.”

The road to recovery was anything but easy. Y/N began seeing a healer, a process that was both painful and necessary. She had to confront the deep-rooted fears and insecurities that had driven her to this point. It was a struggle, but she wasn’t alone. Mattheo was there, his support unwavering.

There were days when it felt like too much, when Y/N wanted to give up. But Mattheo wouldn’t let her. He was her anchor, her constant, and she drew strength from his presence.

One evening, as they sat in the Slytherin common room, Y/N looked at Mattheo, her eyes filled with gratitude and something deeper. “I don’t know how to thank you,” she said softly. “For everything.”

“You don’t have to thank me,” he replied, his eyes warm. “I’m just glad you’re getting better.”

“I couldn’t have done it without you,” she said, her voice trembling. “You’ve been my strength.”

He shook his head. “No, Y/N. You’re the strong one. You’re fighting this battle, and you’re winning.”

She smiled, a genuine smile that reached her eyes. “We’re strong together.”

He reached out, taking her hand in his. “And we’ll get through this. One step at a time.”

As they sat there, hand in hand, Y/N felt a sense of hope she hadn’t felt in a long time. The road to recovery was long and difficult, but with Mattheo by her side, she believed they could face anything together..

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Fifth Year: Yule Ball Shadows

The Yule Ball was a spectacle of light and music, a temporary reprieve from the pressures of school. The Great Hall had been transformed into a winter wonderland, with twinkling fairy lights and shimmering icicles hanging from the enchanted ceiling. Y/N, dressed in an elegant emerald-green gown that matched her Slytherin house colors, felt a rare excitement bubbling inside her as she entered the hall with her friends.

For a while, the night was perfect. She laughed, danced, and felt like a normal teenager, not the girl struggling with the weight of expectations and the shadows of her own mind. Mattheo, ever the watchful friend, had been by her side most of the evening, his presence a comforting constant.

But as the night wore on, things began to change. Y/N had separated from Mattheo to get some fresh air, needing a break from the noise and the crowd. She wandered into a quieter corridor, the sounds of the ball fading behind her.

Y/N leaned against a wall, taking deep breaths to calm herself. The silence was a relief, but it didn't last long. A group of older students, clearly having had too much to drink, stumbled upon her. Their eyes were filled with a predatory gleam that made her skin crawl.

"Hey, look who we have here," one of them slurred, a twisted grin on his face. "A pretty little Slytherin all alone."

Y/N tried to sidestep them, but another blocked her path. "What’s the rush? Stay and chat with us."

She could feel panic rising in her chest. "I need to get back," she said, trying to keep her voice steady.

One of them grabbed her arm, holding her in place. "Oh, come on. Don't be like that."

Her heart raced as she struggled to free herself. "Let go of me!"

But they didn't listen. Instead, they laughed, the sound cruel and mocking. Tears of frustration and fear welled up in her eyes as she realized she was trapped.

Meanwhile, Mattheo had noticed Y/N’s absence and felt a knot of worry tighten in his stomach. He excused himself from his conversation with Draco and Pansy and went in search of her. When he heard voices echoing down a distant corridor, he quickened his pace.

The sight that greeted him made his blood boil. Y/N was pressed against the wall, her eyes wide with fear, and those bastards were laughing at her distress. Without a second thought, Mattheo stormed over, his anger palpable.

"Get your hands off her," he growled, his voice low and dangerous.

The group turned, sneering at the interruption. "And who do you think you are?" one of them taunted.

"Someone who's going to make you regret touching her," Mattheo snapped, his fists clenched.

One of the boys stepped forward, trying to intimidate Mattheo. "Big words. Let's see if you can back them up."

Before the boy could react, Mattheo's fist connected with his jaw, sending him sprawling to the floor. The others hesitated for a moment, then lunged at Mattheo. It was a chaotic, brutal fight. Mattheo was outnumbered, but his rage fueled him, giving him strength and speed. He fought with a ferocity that stunned his opponents, landing blow after blow.

Y/N watched in shock and horror as Mattheo defended her. She wanted to help, but fear rooted her to the spot. The fight was over quickly. The boys, now bloodied and bruised, staggered away, muttering threats and curses.

Breathing heavily, Mattheo turned to Y/N. His knuckles were split and bleeding, but his concern was solely on her. "Are you okay?" he asked, his voice softer now.

She nodded, tears streaming down her face. "I-I think so. Mattheo, I’m so sorry."

He stepped closer, wiping her tears gently. "You have nothing to be sorry for. This isn’t your fault."

"But you got hurt because of me," she whispered, her voice breaking.

He shook his head. "I’d do it again in a heartbeat. I won’t let anyone hurt you, Y/N. Not ever."

She threw her arms around him, sobbing into his chest. He held her tightly, his own heart breaking at her pain. "It’s okay," he murmured. "You’re safe now. I’ve got you."

They stayed like that for a while, wrapped in each other’s arms. Eventually, Mattheo pulled back slightly, looking into her eyes. "Let’s get out of here. We’ll go somewhere safe."

She nodded, trusting him completely. As they walked back to the Great Hall, Mattheo kept a protective arm around her, his presence a shield against the world.

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Later that night, after Y/N had fallen asleep in the safety of her dormitory, Mattheo sat by her side, watching over her. The events of the evening replayed in his mind, and a fierce determination settled in his heart. He would protect her, no matter the cost. She was more than a friend to him, and he would fight for her, always.

[sunny-mercya]

Given

03. Sensitivity

Heiji Hattori x Male Reader

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Back in your hotel room, you got down from Heiji's back—limping in slow waddle motion like a penguin towards the bed, too exhausted to change (besides the shoes, which you kicked off) out of clothes and into more comfy ones, laying down onto the bed—moaning out of pain and frustration as your legs still aching and the once dulling pain, from the icepack, flaring up again—wanting nothing more than to sleep, even when it would be such a few hours—migraine already pounding and adding to your burden of current health issues.

»Where did ya put yer medications?« asked Heiji, taking off his jacket and cap, crouching down to your open luggage already.

»In that...uhh...tiny thingy....that bag with the first-aid logo...« you mumble out, eyes closing every so often—seeing your boyfriend only in a slight blurriness, glasses laying somewhere on the bed next to you.

Heiji searched through your clothes—noticing its mostly his clothes, which you never had given back when he had lend them to you, always finding it cute whenever you would wear them—and the few books, mystery crime novels and mangas, you brought along—having found the neon-green bag quickly and zipping it open.

»They ain' in here.« Heiji had looked in your medical-bag twice and besides the other various pills and medications—antidepressants, anti-anxiety, pills for insomnia, painkillers and so on—you had to take more than often, the ones for migraines weren't in there though.

»No! That can't be!« you cried out in disbelief, sitting up instantly—moaning out from the upcoming pain again—crawling off from the bed, letting yourself tumbling down onto the floor and moving to your luggage.

You rummaged through your clothes, tossing the books and everything bulky looking outside and doing a double check again—but nothing, absolutely nothing.

»I had them packed! Heiji! I swear I packed them! I couldn't just forget them!« emphasising your words, you looked at Heiji with a stressed expression and wobbly lips—raking your hands through your hair, gripping it tightly.

Besides the few times, in the very beginning when you had freshly started with your medications, you had never dared to forget them—double-checking twice whenever you pack your bag, making sure they all were there when needed.

So getting told one kind of your pills aren't packed in the bag—as they should be though—makes you questioning yourself with some doubt about your still remaining capacity of independency.

You let yourself fall down into the pile of clothes, burying your face into the fabrics, doubling over from the next upcoming headache wave—and damping them with your tears.

»Hey, hey, my sunshine it's gonna be alright. I'll go to the pharmacy real quick and get ya some of yer painkillers,« assured Heiji you, rubbing your back in comfort.

»You....can't. All my medications....they are....prescriptions...« you shook your head, knowing that Heiji—even when he meant well—wouldn't be able to receive them, not without an official authorisation permission from your Doctors.

»Nah, Imma get ya some painkillers. I promise. Just, stay here, I'll be quick.« Heiji leaned down, kissing the top of your head and throwing his jacket—like a blanket—over you.

~~~

When Heiji had reached the Central Pharmacy—a far bigger one with much more logistics than the smaller shops—the sun had completely disappeared down the sky by now, making space for the night—and although the night had started, the streets are still crowded as if it was midday.

Stepping inside, Heiji was greeted with the cool breeze from the AC—an stark contrast to the still warm air outside—walking up to the reception, greeting the Lady politely and stating his kind of problem.

Heiji hoped, despite him not having the needed prescriptions or permission papers, they would be understanding enough to gave your medications out to him—otherwise if not, he would have to buy you some low dosed cheap ones and those kinds wouldn't be strong enough to relief you from the pressuring pain.

Heiji knows—from first hand experience, during the time when you both had freshly started to date—just how strong your migraines could be, how painful they are for you—remembering well that one time, where you collapsed all of sudden—withering and doubling over in pain—almost crushing his hand, when you had to endure the pain for the rest of the day without any painkillers. 

»Of course. Do you have perhaps any other sort of authorisations ID with you? Otherwise we have to clarify check any information of the patient with what you know and if you can't get a score of at least 85% we have to decline your request.«

Heiji took his wallet out, getting his own ID and the Emergency Card—which he had gotten from your Parents, after your kidnapping—hoping those were sufficient enough for clarification.

»Aah. You don't need any official authorisation documents from the doctors, if you have the Emergency Card with you as it serves as a permission clarification just as well and is more easily to scan and grand access.« explained the lady, chuckling a bit in amusement.

~~~

After unlocking the door with the keycard, getting inside and closing the door with a slight kick of his foot—Heiji sat the bags down onto the nightstand.

»[Name]? I'm back. I got ya painkillers and brought us some snacks and drinks too,« 

When Heiji didn't saw you laying on the bed—forgetting that you had decided to stay on the floor, instead of moving back—he checked the bathroom and when he found it void of your presence too, Heiji felt a minimal panic rising up—till he remembers where you were and sighed in relief.

Kneeling down to you, Heiji shook you gently awake—had you really fallen asleep in your open luggage—droving his hand through your hair and caressing your cheek.

Stirring awake, you looked at Heiji with squinting eyes—that bit of sleep, which only seemed to have lasted for nothing more than 30 minutes, was clustering enough for your eyes.

»Hey Sleepyhead, ya think ya can get up?« asked Heiji, already turning your body sideways slightly—sliding his hands under your back and knee pit, picking you up.

You only mumbled an »Nuuh« out, rubbing your eyes.

»Thought so,« Heiji placed you down onto the bed and you sucked in a breath once you felt the softness of the mattress—holding back an moan of pain, when Heiji stretched your legs out.

Fairly awake now, you sat up a bit. Taking the bottle of Cola from Heiji—hands shaking slightly as you popped in two pills and gulping down half of the bottle.

»How did you.....«

»Emergency card.« 

»A what?«

»Emergency Card, got it from yer parents, after.....ya know.....and it serves like a permission slip too, apparently way easier to scan and grand access«

Nodding, you took another sip of your Cola. Must be something new as you never heard of it and neither Mrs.Tanaka or Dr.Akiyama had mentioned this so called Emergency Card before.

»Look what I got ya from the pharmacy as well! The pharmacist says it will help sooth the pain and cramping in yer legs.« Heiji fished out a tube from the bag, showing it to you before unclasping it. 

Pouring a good amount of cream-gel onto his hands, Heiji started to smear it on your leg and you didn't know what caused it—the icy coldness of that cream, Heiji's hands alone or the flaring sensation of pain—but your leg jerked up and crashed almost with Heiji's face, if he hadn't moved away quickly.

»Waa...whaa....what are you doing?!« stammering, feeling a rush of heat in your face, you looked at Heiji as if he was out of his mind.

»Massaging yer legs?«

»I– why? You–you.....you don't need to!« 

If it weren't for those stupid cramps and that horrible pain, you would have moved your legs away in an instant and hiding them in the blankets.

It's already bad enough that your legs are bare—so naked—but that's your own stupid fault though as you had decided to wear shorts after wall, simply because you never were a person for jeans or any long pants.

And it wasn't because of your naked skin that you didn't want Heiji near your legs, but because of all those scars you had now—which you had received during your survival fight with Daiki and they were a constant reminder—especially your silted wrist scar—of how weak (and what failure) you are—which you didn't want Heiji to see.

Because you couldn't stomach those thoughts, that Heiji—the man you loved so much with a love so deeply rooted in your heart, which collides every so often like a wave within a wave and crashing onto the land, sending you skyrocket high like ecstasy would do—found you ugly and unattractive.

You're ugly—had known this ever since—never believed in the delusion that you're pretty or even remotely close of being attractive in the slightest—not like all those other boys and girls and sometimes you wonder why Heiji dates you, when there are other people out there which are much more attractive and better match for him.

Such thoughts alone brought the tears welling up in your eyes and as if you weren't already an emotional wreck beforehand, you now felt even more like a burden of deadweight—sniffling, you rubbed your eyes in a desperate attempt to make these damn tears stop.

But they didn't stop, flowing more and more like a waterfall—the first sobs coming through your wobbly lips, clamping your mouth shut to hold them off—because dear god, these fucking thoughts alone of Heiji frowning upon you with disgust and judgement would send you into self-loathing and resentment

If strangers gave such stares and scrutinising you with their eyes of judgment and trash talking gossip, you wouldn't give a fuck and walk around with confidence—but Heiji is no stranger, he's your boyfriend and his opinion—how he views you as a human being—about you does matter.

»Hey, hey, what's with the tears? Is it the pain? Are yer migraines coming back? Ya want another pill? Hey, c'mon talk to me, Sunshine,« Heiji grabbed a tissue from the nightstand, wiping his hands off.

He wasn't sure what caused the sudden sensation of tears in you—there are too many reasons for it to be, to discerns the right cause—but whatever it was and even when it would be a dumb reason, Heiji wanted to make it stop—taking the cause of your tears away from you.

With the intake of your medications there had come a certain amount of emotionally sensitivity with it and on some days even a simple „Thank you“ or just seeing the sky above brought you to cry.

Heiji had taken ahold of your wrist—feeling the bumpy scarred skin beneath his fingers and a beginning of a thought as of why you seemed in tears crossed his mind—prying them in a gentle manner from your face. 

»Hey, hey, c'mon what's the matter? Ya can tell me, ya know?« Heiji tried to coaxed it out from you, wanting to hear it from yourself—with your own words of voice—that you're feeling insecure, but you stayed silent and perhaps he have to approach this minor bump with a bolder take of action.

You glanced up at Heiji, just for a moment—already expecting an expression of disgust, but were met with nothing of the sorts—a soft smile gracing his lips and your poor heart soared at such sight.

Heiji leaned down, ever so slowly coming near and nearer towards your face, till his lips collided with yours—his hands coming up to hold your head, stabilising—and closing the proximity between the two of you.

Eyes fluttering shut, lips moving along the motions and butterflies—no, fireworks sparkling in your stomach and your heart burned like a flame.

Once the kiss had ended, Heiji pecked your lips once more before moving away—the both of you looked at one another.

»[Name]. There's no need to feel insecure or ashamed of yer scars. Ya might not believe me, but there ain' a thought crossing my mind of me finding ya ugly. I could never stop lovin' ya and if I ever shoulda do, a lightning shoulda strike me into deaths arms! And ya know why?«

».....why?« 

»Because, silly, I love ya for who ya are and not for how yer look. Simply as ever isn't it? I love ya and only ya.«

Heiji had engulfed you into a hug, pulling you close and let himself falling down to the spacey side of the bed, bringing you along—the both of you forgetting momentarily your cramping legs.

You wanted to laugh, hiding your face in the crook of Heiji's neck, that's a similar thing what you have once told him—when he had asked you, why you never got mad at him for mostly standing you up on dates and choosing crime solving over you.

»How 'bout we both take a nice hot bath together and then I'll massages ya legs till these nasty cramps are gone, does that sounds good?«

»Yeah, that sounds about nice,«

~~~

When Heiji awoke in the middle of the night—the TV, which played now some sappy love dramas on the channel instead of the movies they watched before, being the only light source—the first thing he did was to check on you.

Knowing that you're well and next to him—safe in his arms, where he could hold you close and not fearing you might would vanish forever into nothing—gives him a feeling of relief and happiness, builds him up with confidence and strength to not give up so easily whenever he felt like he wasn't enough.

You had your own load of insecurities and so does Heiji—because sometimes he felt as he wasn't a good enough boyfriend for you, that you deserved way better, that's he nothing but a failure who couldn't even keep his vows to never let you get hurt—but your sole love and how much faith you had in him was enough.

Oh baby I can't stop my love for you,

because this heart belongs to you and only you

[saerins]

my head has hundreds of brainrots for multi aus…might drop some if you are interested or anyone because sharing Sae is caring baes😋😍💗💖

anyways imma drop another ( royal au where Sae is a prince and Yn is a princess hehe )

they are walking around the garden at night when the moon is glistening its light down upon them. Yn’s feet ache from wearing the heels for too long, having to bear the pain of attending the ball in the most outstanding way to please all of the aristocrats’ criteria for a noble princess. Sae noticed the way Yn walked unstable, his hands started to hold Yn gently.

“are your feet hurt, Yn?” Sae asked, wanting to say more but decided not to for now, hiding his worries for her.

Yn look at Sae with a surprise reaction before smiling.

“it kind of aches to be honest…but you don’t have to worry about it, Sae. it was worth it to have a really luxurious yet fun ball after all”. Yn chuckles, noting Sae’s worry face for her. it’s definitely cute if observed carefully and it was a rare opportunity to see Sae’s soft side too.( i want to hold Sae’s face at this scene so much😭 )

hearing this, Sae leads Yn to a nearby bench, letting her sit ( in confusion ) before kneeling down with one leg, his hand taking off the heels and rubbing the aching spot.( he definitely tsk-ed when he sees how red it was hear me out pls he’s so in love with Yn )

"you don't have to do that, Sae..." Yn said, her heart beating faster than the previous moment. Yn knew that so many thoughts must be racing through her mind, and yet she couldn't pinpoint any one of them.

“i want to,” he turned around, facing his back towards Yn with his hands ready.

“you want me to hop on your back?” Yn questioned, noting Sae’s small blush when he nodded, her stomach fuzzy.

“listen to me and don't reject my request…please” he muttered the last word, however, it was still heard by Yn. cute, she thought. Yn happily obliged as Sae piggybacks her while holding her heels.

the rest of the road trip, Yn teased Sae about what a gentleman he was and how nice their shared dance was. Sae did miss her present after he was done escorting Yn back to her room, his mind replaying how breathtaking Yn was at the party. He sighed, quickly going back to his room with a small smile. he guessed he had to deal with the craving for her by tomorrow as soon as possible, like a craving for ethereal dreams.

p/s: i’m bad at writing, that’s it lol. here’s your daily virtual hug Aeri 🫂, hope you have a great day and maybe a better workplace environment. remember to sleep as well, get energized >:O.

this isn’t bad at all wdym !! if anything it’s giving me a royal au brainrot 😭 it’s got me imagining a stone cold royal sae being harsh towards yn as one of his prospective brides because that’s just the reality they live in, only for him to soften up after he gets to know her sobs :( thanks for this i reread this multiple times now because it’s so cute :(((

[rodolfoparras]

First of all, Happy Pride Month 🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍🌈 there's nothing I can do to celebrate it irl without being hate crimed so I gotta live vicariously through people who can.

Someone else had chipped tooth but I did mention how I managed to accidentally knock my tooth out around the same time 😭 haven't eaten Smarties since.

Also yeah elusive Balkan promaja/promaha and its ability to cause all sorts of aches and pains (apparently) truly is laughable so I can't blame the doctor idk.

I'm glad your new meds dosage is working well for you! I would love to get back on meds but the idea of actually talking with psychiatrist makes me wanna vomit. It took me so so long to open up before and idk do I have it in me to do it again. And on unrelated note, my family is traveling back (they just left) and I'm so so sad :(( imma miss my baby brother so much. I'll get to see them in August again but man does it feel like forever

-🔮

Happy pride month sugar bee!!! And I’m really sorry to hear that you aren’t able to celebrate properly but I do hope you get to enjoy this month in other ways and just rmr even though you aren’t at the parade or at a certain event, those things are being organized for you, for ppl who can’t be open and free!!🫶🏻

Lord I can only imagine! I got the stomach bug from tacos and didn’t eat it for years if a candy or food knocked my teeth out I wouldn’t be eating it again in this life time

But tbh now that I sleep with a fan and windows open I am starting to wonder if they had a point because sometimes my head hurts and I’m like this is it I knew dad was right and then I do the same thing again later 😭

That is understandable! Opening up to someone is taxing especially when you have to do it regularly every week! But is there a way where you can just get the meds and not talk to a psychiatrist because here that is an option! Aaah I’m sorry to hear that sugar bee :( I hope these two months pass fast so you can see him!!

[lala1267]

Chocolate and Vanilla (Part 3)

Summary: Claudia's revenge (black reader)

Warnings: racism, slurs, fighting, Claudia basically going insane, reader is belittled, mentions of murder/death, some sexual things (only goes as far as jerking off, its not a smut)

Not proof read btw.

I woke up in a lavish bed, it felt like I was in the clouds, it was cosy and warm. I stopped to realise that this was not my bed, it wasn't even my room, where was I? I observed the luxurious room, red carpet, princess style bed, royal vanity, and even a couch and television. I could never afford this even with my life savings, I had spent my childhood in the poor area of Jamaica and the shacks of memphis. I was working two part time jobs and was going to school just to feed me and my drunk mother who I assumed was now behind steel bars. This wasn't my room. This wasn't my house. I attempted to get up and out of the bed but I could barely move, my body was aching all over from the beating I had suffered last night from my mother. I decided to stay in the bed until I has gained strength to get out. The 'strength' that I was expecting never came. I started to worry,I had no idea where I was or who else was in this house. Heavy footsteps sounded in the hallway towards the bedroom door. They grew louder each step until the golden door know twisted as a tall, dark-haired, handsome man walked in. It was Elvis. When you saw him you were confused as to why he brought you here but a sense of comfort raised as you looked into his baby blue eyes. He sat on the edge of the royal, he lifted his hand to move some hair out of my face. I had to know where I was and why I was here, "Elvis where am I, where is my mamma?"

Elvis looked at my with a apologetic look, "oh dear, let's not talk about your mother, let's just say that she is getting what she deserves"

"Of this is about her hurting me she didn't mean it I promise, please can I see her"

"No, she is a dangerous woman. Anyway how was your sleep?"

"Good, until I woke up and found out that I was in a random castle" Elvis giggled before responding.

"Honey, it's not a castle, it's my house"

I was in shock when he said that, the boy that grew up in the poorest area of Memphis, yeah no way I was believing that.

"Don't lie Elvis, this ain't your house, not the boy that grew up in the shacks house."

Elvis looked confused

"What do you mean, it is my house"

"Oh no it ain't, you probably work at the diner like me."

Elvis slowly realise that I didn't know who he was on the TV.

"Honey, I'm a famous singer, everyone knows me, that why I can buy this house and many more if I wanted to"

"But I ain't never heard of ya"

"Oh really, well look at this then"

He got up and walked over the TV, he fiddled with the buttons before a clip of him singing and dancing like a mad man on a stage in front of thousands of people appeared. My jaw dropped, I was in shock buy I was also proud of how far he came and made a name for himself.

"Elvis I never knew you could sing and dance, I'm so proud of you" Elvis let out an awkward giggle before he replied.

"How have you never heard of me, even people from other countries know who I am"

"Well I could never afford a TV and I still can't, I'm not really into newspapers either."

His face dimmed.

" I will get a hundred TV's just for you my dear" I giggled before looking down at my body, I was wearing a silk night gown that must have costed a fortune.

"Elvis, I can't pay you back for this night gown, I can't even afford a dress that made from table clothes ,never mind a SILK night gown!"

"Honey, you don't have to pay for anything, I just wanna look after you"

I nervously smiled before he picked me up bridal style and took me to a luxurious bathroom, it had the biggest bathtub I had ever seen. He sat me on the edge of the bathtub.

"Elvis what are you doing" I said as I tilted my head and gave him puppy eyes.

"Imma give ya a nice warm bath, now lift ya arms up honey."

I hesitated but complied. He took my silk dress of and tosse it on the marble floor. I was now naked in front of a man that was 7 years older than me. I felt uncomfortable but I knew he was just trying to help me after what happened last night with my mother. He quickly looked at my bare breasts thinking that I wouldn't notice. I quickly crossed my arms other them, Elvis now knew that I had caught him peeking, he went a light shade of red.

"Get in the bath honey" the bath was already filled with bubbles and smelt like cotton candy. I didn't hesitate to step in. My body and into the world of bubbles and soap. I dipped my long curls in the water to then fully submerge my head under the water. I lifted my top half of my body out of the water, breath wet and bubbly right in front of Elvis. My head was soaked since I had dunked myself under the water, I giggled at my sillyness. Elvis giggled with me. "What did ya do that for honey"

"I've just never been in a bathtub this big in my life"

Elvis admired my bare body, he looked my up and down.

I didn't notice, but even if I did I wouldn't really care since I didn't have a dirty mind.

" you get yourself washed up and I will be in the room" he said before he got up and handed me a loofah and a soap bar. I nodded as I watched him leave the room, the door was halfway open. Elvis wasn't a perv but he was a smart man, he knew what he was doing. A large mirror faced the halfway opened door that had a perfect view of me. The bed was opposite the mirror but pushed aside to make way for the door. Elvis sat in the bed and stared me down through the mirror. I had no idea of this. I stood up, my naked body all wet and bubbly, I took the loofah and started to scrub my body gently, when I reached my breasts I heard muffled moans coming from the room that Elvis was in. I ignored it at first when I heard the same moans again as I reached my lower body,I washed and scrubed around my vagina making sure it was clean. I got worried, mabye Elvis hurt himself, that was probably why he was making these sounds. I rushed to get out of the bath, I wrapped a towel around my still soaking body, it barely covered my ass. I followed the sound of the moans, only to be met with Elvis in the bed, hand moving up and down under the sheets. I was so confused. "Elvis are you hurt, why are you making those sounds , and what are you doing" I said. Elvis quickly whipped his head to turn to me, his face turned a dark shade of red before another voice followed mine.

"Yeah Elvis, what the fuck are you doing!" Claudia yelled with her fists turning white from how tight she was clenching it. Elvis turned to Claudia, he instantly got up and out of the bed, pants unbuttoned. "Sweety I can explain!"

"There is no need to explain, I know exactly what you were doing and who you were looking at in the process!"

Elvis turned to me who was still confused as fuck. Elvis let out a relieved sigh as he realised that I didn't have a clue what he was doing under those sheets. He whipped his head straight back to Claudia as she screamed, "I expect a new designer dress by today if you want me to forgive you!"

You could tell she was just using him for his money. Claudia gave you a cold death stare before storming off downstairs. I was just in the middle of all of this and I didn't know what was going on. I tapped Elvis on the shoulder before speaking, "Elvis why is she so mad, did I do something?" I said with my poor puppy eyes the were tearing up from being overwhelmed. Evis took me into a deep hug before letting go and saying, "It's not your fault, I've just that me and Claudia have arguments sometimes" I nodded in agreement before Elvis escorted me to the closet. He opened the grand closet to reveal the most perfect dresses I could have ever dreamed of. My jaw was on the floor. Elvis giggled at my reaction. He stepped forward, he was now right behind me, I could feel his unbuttoned pants on my ass. He leaned over my back and pointed to the dresses before saying "pick anything my dear" I turned around to gaze intensely into his eyes, my breasts were touching his chest. "Elvis, why ate you doing all of this for me" he looked confused before answering, "Well I care about you and I always have, even though we never really talked, I still care about you, I know what you've been through, I heard everything those nights where your mother would hurt you, I knew." I had to take a moment to process his words. I just nodded and turned back around to pick I dress. I bent over to reach a dress, my ass pushed against his cock that was now getting hard. I didn't know this of course. I stood straight again and lifted a pretty dress in the air to show Elvis. It was pastel yellow with little pink flowered on, I had also picked up a pair of white thigh high dolly socks. I stepped way from elvis before walking past him to the bathroom to try the cloths on. I walked out of the bathroom and watched Elvis practically drule over me. The yellow dress hugged my premature hourglass figure, the socks squeezed my slightly chubby thighs, my hips where wide and my ass was perfect, my breasts were small but not to small. Due to my age my body still looked a bit child-like and I still haven't lost some of the baby chub on my tights. I wasn't chubby but I wasn't entirely skinny like all of the other white girls my age. I stood un the bathroom doorway running towards Elvis and jumping in his arms. I squealed, and giggled happily before thanking him, "oh thankyou Elvis, I've never worn a dress before, I love it!" Elvis looked into my eyes before responding, "Anything for you honey" he smiled before placing a kiss on my forhead, it took me by surprise but I can't say that I didn't like it. I jumped out of his arms, giving him doe eyes before asking, "Elvis I'm hungry, do you have any food in this house?" Elvis replied, "Yeah of course I do honey, I will get Claudia to make you some nuttella waffles" I thanked him before happily skipping downstairs whilst my long, messy, curly hair bounced on my back. Elvis looked at me with a shimmer in his eyes.

I wasn't to fond of Claudia due to her actions to me recently. But u just sucked it up before I was about to walk into the large kitchen when I saw two women. Of course the blonde, two faced one was Claudia but another block haired woman sat next to her on the dining table. She had dark eyes that looked like a void, pale skin, and she looked intimidating, but she was also drop dead gorgeous, her long back has perfectly moulded around her face, her dress a pale pink and her face like a model. I secretly listened to their conversation, tears fell down my red cheeks as I heard the words that were coming out of there mouths.

"Yeah and he had the audacity to bring home a negro! He said it was because he wanted to 'help her' but then I walked I on him jacking off to the black bitch!

"Oh my goodness really! If I were you I would do something about her, get rid of the bitch, for good"

"I know but how would I get rid of her?"

"Drive her out and do the job for her, nock her out and dump her in the middle of no where"

"Good idea, I might drive her out tomorrow and then she will be gone for good, my man will never see the bitch again."

"Haha, her hair is so raggedy aswell, she needs to straighten it."

They both laughed and where unaware that I has heard their whole conversation. My breath quickened and tears ran down my face, I ran into the back garden, I went to the horses hoping to distract myself. The horses brought back memories from when I was a kid, I used to sneak out of my house with Lana to go to the fields and ride the horses, we had been chased by the crazy farmer everytime he saw us on his field, but that didn't stop us. When I stroked Elvis's horses, I couldn't help but step into the field that they were in. I carefully mounted the tallest one with ease since I had done it many times before. I had already gotten my socks muddy since i didn't have any shoes on, i just simply didn't care. I wasn't anywhere near 'ladylike' I was the complete opposite, I was always playing with dirty animals, swimming in random lakes, clothes always dirty from playing to much, I didn't wear any make up, my big curly hair always looked like an elegant lion's mane , I ran around bare foot, I ate a lot, I was athletic, I was tall, and I lived life freely. After I mounted the horse, I tapped it with the side of my foot. The horse ran around the large field at full speed, and I had completely forgotten about what Claudia and her friend were talking about. I was having a blast, the wind pushed my long curls back, the dress was now dirty and had horse hairs all over, and my socks were muddy. As I slowed the horse down, I saw Elvis standing behind the field gate with a smile across his face. I rode the horse towards him before dismounting the horse. I was quick to plead to him, "Elvis I'm so sorry that I ruined my clothes and I should have asked to go on the horse, I'm sorry!" Elvis giggled, "Honey it's alright, I'm really impressed with you"

"What do you mean"

"I ain't never seen a girl as courageous as you, and I definitely ain't seen a girl that knows how to ride a horse like you do, I dont even think I can go that fast"

"Oh thankyou, I wasn't brought up to be a lady haha" I said while itching the back of my head awkwardly. Elvis had an idea, "hey let's go on my motorbike I wanna drive you around" I looked confused before replying, "I know how to ride a motorbike Elvis, I'm not that dumb"

"Oh, well I guess I will give you your own to ride" I jumped up and clapped excitedly.

I sat on the leaver seat of the motor bike, without thinking I sped of without a helmet, I turned around to see Elvis following me with a worried look on his face, he sped up his motorbike to be right next to mine before saying, "Hey ya can't ride without a helmet, you might hurt yourself!"

"Don't be silly Elvis, I don't give a damn about no health and safety!" I said while giggling.

"Ok then honey!"

I wanted to show of to Elvis, I shouted over to him, "Hey Elvis watch this!" Elvis looked confused. I slowly stood up on the motorbike whilst it was going full speed on the private road, when I was fully standing with my bare feet on the leather seat, I began doing cute dance moves to show of even more. I turned to look at Elvis who was in shock, he shouted over to me, "Be careful honey, shit!" I laughed at how worried he was before sitting myself back down. When we got back to Graceland it was the evening and the horses were in their stables. Me and Elvis arrived, I parked the motorbike and turned it off as elvis did the same. Elvis said to me, "Don't ever scare me like that when you stood up on the damn thing" he said whilst giggling. I responded, "Death is scared of me, not the other way round, and I live how I wanna live, I don't care about health and safety" I said whilstI giggled with Elvis. We headed inside Graceland. I went to the bedroom that I now claimed as mine, I quickly stripped of my dirty clothes leaving them on the red carpet. I jumped in the bed and quickly fell asleep.

The next morning I had woken up and Elvis was nowhere to be seen, I had just assumed that he was probably out buying Claudia all of her needs as usual. I was still in nightgown when Claudia suddenly stood in front of me with a wide grin on her face.

"Heyyyy Aria, I want you to come with me on a road trip, just me, you, and Carmella, my best friend." I didn't even have time to respond before she nudged me back into my room, urging me to get dressed. I had picked out some short shorts and a crop top. I put it on and I lastly put on my old cheap shoes. But then fear rushed through my body when I remembered what Claudia and her friend Carmella were talking about yesterday. My only thought was to call Lana. I ran to the telephone whilst I forcefully dialled Lana's number, she didn't pick up, it was sent straight to voice mail. I left a voice mail, "Lana please help me, its a long story but Elvis's girlfriend is gonna kill me, she is planing to take me out on a 'road trip' her freind is coming too, they will kill me I'm telling ya, whenever you get this call Elvis presley, his number is **************, please just hurry I don't have time!" I put the telephone down after I sent the voice mail. I had to compose myself, I wiped my tears and headed downstairs where I was met with Clauidia and Carmella. They both giggled when they saw me in my poor clothes. I couldn't say no to them because they would have just killed me in the house instead of on the 'road trip'.

We where almost there, my heart was pumping like the speed of light, a teardrop fell down my cheek wich Carmella seemed to notice, they both giggled at my powerless self. Suddenly the car came to a stop. The girls both got out before opening the door and dragging me out, pushing me onto the sandy ground, I observed my surroundings. It looked like I was in a dessert but I could still see the large buildings in the distance. I was crying and screaming, the girls just pulled me up off the ground and began to beat me black and blue. I had just accepted that this was the moment that I was going to die, they will either leave me here to die or the will beat me to death. My vision was going blurry, the world around me was spinning, and I could just hear the girls that were towering over my almost lifeless body, they were yelling a bunch of slurs at me, pulling my hair, kicking me, cat fighting. I didn't even realise the blue lights that flashed behind the two girls. The girls suddenly stopped attacking me when a lot of tall men in a blue uniform cuffed them and shoved them in the back of the cars. I could barely make out what was happening, I felt people lift me and put me into a hospital van, the last two faces I saw that day were Lana's and Elvis's infuriated faces.

I woke up in an all white room and I could hear beeping noses all around, I was in so much pain and agony. I got the strength to open my eyes and look at my body, I was in a hospital dress that the patients usually wore, I had a cast on my leg and arm, there was a rather large machine next to me that was taking some blood out of the vein in my arm. I looked up and around the room to see Lana and Elvis looking down at me with tears in their eyes. I instantly began to cry, I quietly said Lana's name, she heard it and leaned over to me to hug me tight, she pulled away and placed a kiss on my swollen cheek whilst pushing my curls away from my face. She began to frantically apologise, "Oh Aria, I'm so sorry I wasn't there for you, I hadn't been with you recently since I had gotten a new job, I'm so sorry, this should have never have happened, just wait till I get my hands on those bitches!" She sobbed as her teardrops fell onto my collar bone. I nodded at her when I realised Elvis was there to, he hugged me tight and did his own little speech as well.

It would be a long time for me to fully heal, but what would happen after is unknown.

To be continued...

[theyjustv2callmynameillcumrunnin]

Indiana Shawn and the Taming of The Red Sea

Warnings:😬argument, swear words, fluff, smut (while she/you is/are on her/your period).

Request(ed):No.

Word count: 2.079, Sentence count: 139, Paragraph count: 42, Character count: 11.222 (Without space: 9.109), Syllable count: 2.650.

Theme: Established🥰relationship, Halloween🎃Party.

Feedback is always welcome(d) 👍😁😉!!!

When Halloween was just around the corner and Shawn was invited to a costume party, his girlfriend wasn't in the party mood, at all. She was on her period and spent the day in bed, not feeling well.

So she told him, "Shawn, i'm afraid I'm gonna have to decline your offer, to be your plus one to that party tonight." "Cramps gettin' the best of you, eh hun", he asked with a deep sigh, already knowing what her answer would be. "Yeah, I'm sorry, but I'm really not feelin' up to it.", "Oh hun, you don't have to feel guilty 'bout ditchin' me.", Which he got a pillow to the head, in turn for. "It's not like you invented not feelin' well, as an excuse, for not havin' to accompany me, or is it.", he inquired, hiding his face behind the pillow he managed to catch, in shame and defence.

He thought, maybe, she was going to throw something else at him, instead he heard sobs coming from the other side of the pillow. "How could you, even think of me in that way?!", she asked him, crying, face buried inbetween her knees, legs pulled up to her aching stomach, swaying to try to cope with both the physical and emotional pain.

When he lowered the pillow and took in the sight of his girl, now hurting even more, 'cause of him, he wanted to scrunch down by her side of the bed, but typical of his clumsy self, he stumbled, only to end up falling face down on the bed.

Although his antics, were able to draw a small chuckle from her, she still couldn't stop sobbing. When he pushed himself up, he carefully crawled up on the bed, scared she would reject him, feeling hurt by his words.

Relief washing over him, when she didn't try to push him away, 'cause holding her tight, comforting her, was the only thing on his mind right in this moment. "Hun, I was just jokin', I should 've known better, while you're so emotional, 'm so sorry.", he whispered in her ear, while stroking her back lovingly.

She lifted her head, due to the feeling of her boyfriend leaving kisses on the back and side of her neck, while swaying together, him holding her comfortingly to his chest. "Okay, okay, you're forgiven! Maybe you can invite a friend to join you to the party?", "That's my smart, fast thinkin' girl, Imma gonna make a few calls to see if anyone can and wants to go with me."

After a couple of minutes, it was arranged, that one of his colleagues and friends, Mike was going to pick him up. When the time came for Shawn to leave for the party, Mike pulled up, honking. Shawn responded by sending him a quick text message, saying "I'm comin' already, I'll be right there."

Putting his iPhone in the pocket of his pants, he turned to his girlfriend. "I'll be back before you know it, then we can cuddle 'till we fall asleep. How's that sound?", "That sounds like a perfect plan, to me", she said, offering him a lazy little smile, that turned to a winch, while holding her breath, from the stabbing pain to her stomach.

"Hold on, 'm gonna go fill up a hot water bottle, be right back", Shawn said, seeing her face contort painfully, nodding, as her okay and thank you, rolled into one. When he returned, he placed the bottle gently on her tummy, kissing her forehead.

"Hun, you still set on me going to that party with Mike?", "Why wouldn't I be? Now, go on, get outta here and go and have some fun!", nudging him to get off of the bed. "Alright, alright, I'm leaving already...under one condition!", "Which is?", "You try get some sleep, while I'm out, okay?!", "Okay, I'll try my best", blowing him a kiss, to which he could only smirk, shaking his head, blushing.

The whole time at the party, Shawn couldn't stop thinking about how that sweet girl of his, and how she managed to convince him, to go here, feeling so lonesome and lost, at this crowded party, without her by his side.

Now Mike was finally driving back, to drop him off home. Home, to her. His home was wherever she was, that was a fact, he was sure of.

When he and Mike had said their goodbyes and he was finally able to step inside, closing the door behind him. While normally calling out a "Hun, I'm home", now he found himself tiptoeing to their bedroom, careful not to disturb her, in case she managed to fall asleep, as they agreed on.

He was just about to take of his boots, when she switched on the lamp on her nightstand, proceeding to roll over, looking him straight in the eyes, head tilted to the side, with a look that could be the dead of him.

Only, not in the good kinda way, but in the "If looks could actually kill" kind.

"Had fun? Sure seems like you had fun, and lots of it, by the looks of you!", she exclaimed, glaring him over. "Whatta you mean by that?", he asked her, just standing there, frozen perplexed.

"You're not soundin' like that same sweet girl, I was miserably missin', the whole fuckin' night."

"Well, you're not lookin' like that same guy, that went off to that party, leavin' me here, all alone. While you knew, damn well, I wasn't feelin' good, I might add!"

"But hun, wasn't it you, who practically forced me, to go to the party, either way?!", "That's another thin', 'm not feelin' good 'bout, Shawn!", "I dunno what you're tryin' to get at, hun"

"Well, Shawn, if you don't understand me, or girls in general, by now...,she sighed, "I'm gonna teach you a valuable lesson."

"I'm all ears, hun, go 'head and teach me.", "You really haven't you figured it out yet, eh!?", "Guess I haven't then, but I'm sure, I'll get it, once you teach me that lesson!"

"Okay, here goes, are you listening?!", "Yeah, I'm listening!", "Well, Shawn, you see, here's the thing....The trick to girls is, they don't always mean what they're sayin', especially when they're emotional!", "You mean, like bein' on their period, for instance.", "Yeah, for instance"

"Oh, I get it now", "You do, you sure of that!?", "What I'm sure of now, is you wanted the same exact thin', I was longin' for all evenin'.", "Oh yeah, and what would that particular thing be then?", "Me, stayin' at home, in this bed, with you, all night, instead of goin' to that damn party! Tell me, I'm wrong, go on!?", "I can't...'Cause you're right, fuck, you're so damn right!"

While Shawn's stepping closer to the bed, she's throwing off the duvet, covering her, so she can crawl to him. She goes from standing on her knees, to sitting on them, soon as he crouches down, taking both her hands between his.

"God, I'm so stupid! Can you find it in your heart to forgive me, hun?", "Only if...", "Whatever hun, I'm even prepared to sacrifice my life for your forgiveness! Just please have some mercy on me?", "I will, on one condition", "Which is?", "If you can find it in your heart, to forgive my stupid ass!?", "Me, forgive you, for what...Bein' so whiny and bitchy?", he gritted his teeth, preparing for whatever her comeback would entail.

"Yeah, in a nut shell...For bein' so stupid, to not let you know, straight up, I really didn't want you to go with Mike to that party."

"Can you enlighten me, now, how the fuck, you ended up lookin' like a fuckin' crocodile swallowed and spit you back out? 'Cause I can remember clearly, you didn't leave lookin' like that!"

"Like what? Like I've been fumblin' nervously, with my outfit, 'cause I was feelin' so out of place, bein' at that party, without bein' able to have my arms wrapped around you, while the whole fuckin' night, my mind was only wrapped 'round you!"

"Oh hun, what am I gonna do 'bout you", "Isn' t the real question here, what are you gonna do with me?...Or better yet, to me!"

She was eyeing him for head to toe, and back up again, wetting her lips, ending with sticking her tongue out between the corner of them, giving him a naughty wink. Then she let herself fall on her back, spreading her legs, oh so tormentingly slow.

Maybe it was all getting a little to much for him, 'cause now he was giving her a certain kinda look - (see pic above) - , like she almost could see the wheels turning inside his head, while he had this smug smirk adorning his face.

After a few minutes of thinking in silence, which seemed to last an eternity to her, he spoke up, "Ya know what's a fittin' way to treat a whinin' bitch?", "No, I'm afraid, I don't...Guess you'll have to teach me.", "Oh, I'll teach ya hun, don't you worry!"

Just when she was about to say something, he silenced her by giving her a warning, "Well, when a whiny bitch, can't seem to keep her dirty mouth shut, she gets tied up to the bed!", "Is that supposed to be a threat?", she wondered out loud. "Oh no baby, that's a promise", resting his left hand on his hip, where his Indiana Jones costume provided him with a whip, his smirk only grown wider by now.

"Is that so?", that was all it took, for him to crawl up on the bed, between her legs, which where shaking in excitement, and make good on his promise.

Just as he was about to tie her to the bed with his whip, she wrapped her legs round his waist. "Well, looks like someone's impatient, eh!", she nodded her head frantically and let out a sigh from deep within her core.

Those actions made him decide, it'd be okay, if he were to take on a different approach. So instead, he brushed his wip starting from her throat, right down to where she was longing to have him the most, and back again, while he whispered "Just 'cause I'm a gentleman, I'm gonna give you a second warning."

She could only muster to swallow from all the anticipation, burning through every fiber of her body. When he added "I'm reminding you, of the fact, that I'm armed and dangerous.", she really thought, she was going to cum, right that instant.

"May I remind you, I'm on my period", "You really didn't think for a second, Indiana Shawn wasn't gonna take up the challenge of tryin' his best, to tame the Red Sea, now did ya?! Now, let's see what happens, when I put that monster of mine in it's rightful place, shall we.", "Uhm, Shawn Hunny, I think you're a little disoriented there.", "No, I'm sure, I'm right where I belong.", he retorted with a grunt. "You know damn well, that's not what I meant! I was referring to that monster, that's not the Red Sea, that's Loch Ness.", "I doubt Loch Ness, could ever treat my monster as good, as that Red Sea of yours always makes me feel."

After about an hour of loving on eachother and him being so generous, giving her two orgasms, Shawn was now lying on his back, with her draped all over him. She felt his chest make a motion like as if he was chuckling. When she lifted her head of his chest, to look up at him, sure enough he had a gigantic smirk on his face.

"Glad I was able to make you feel that good.", "It's not that...Well, it's that too.", "What's this here for, then?", she questioned, tapping his lips with her pointer finger. "Remember what you said, when you were nearin' your first orgasm?", "Hmmm...Not exactly, remind me.", "You said, well sounded more like a mixture of a whine and a moan, "I'm cummin' already, I'm right there."", "So, what about it?!". When he showed her the message he send Mike earlier, they were both full on laughing.

Until...she dared to ask him, "You weren't thinkin' of Mike, from the moment I said that, were you!?", so now the time had come, for Shawn to repay her, by starting a pillow fight.

[ohtobeleah]

Okay Leah, you know that I just read ToE for the first time so here are my thoughts on Terms Of Endearment:

1) ow.

2) ow again.

3) I admired how you described the DV without sugar coating anything. The deep descriptions truly showed how evil Jaidyn was and how absolutely psycho he is. There was no room for misunderstanding. It was all described so well that I actually made me feel scared and I was just reading it.

4) My heart aches for little Dot. Teenager Dot is a hooligan and I love her for that…but little Dot is so absolutely precious with her little speech impediment. My nephews had speech impediments so they use to call me Wo Wo and the moment they started saying Lo Lo, I was in shambles. So I can’t definitely relate to Tooster.

5) NOT ME LOWKEY SHIPPING JAKE AND FE THE WHOLE TIME. I think I have to accept that I am a Jake girlie first and foremost. Like when he “confessed” to Dot being his child and that he was in love with Fe, I was like yeah you are! Even though I knew it was a ploy. I’m a sick woman, Leah, a sick sick woman.

6) BOB, my precious baby Bob. I even knew that he died before going into this and I was delulu enough to be surprised when he actually did.

7) I see your little self indulgence with the Amilia character… Ms Austrian personal trainer… I see you and I respect it. But fuck her for driving Dot to go see Jaidyn. What the shit was she thinking?! I understand she was thinking it was for the best bc Dot would have gone by herself if one of them hadn’t taken her and that would be worse but STILL I was so angry.

8) Absolutely adore Chase. The boys locker room scene was so funny.

9) the way Bradley and Jake were like divorced dads sharing custody while Fe was in the hospital. It was adorable and so sweet but actually made me laugh out loud at the thought of what they must’ve looked like from the outside.

10) *eye twitches* Jaidyn burned one of the only photos Bradley had of his parents….

11) I just LOVE that his name is Jaidyn bc my best friend is currently fucking around with a deadbeat guy named Jaidyn and I CANNOT STAND HIS ASS.

12) I would love love love to see a snippet of Jake trying to bring a girl home when Fe and Dot were living with him. I can just see him bringing home some smoking hot girl from the bar and he’s thinking “how the fuck have I managed this?” as they’re walking up to his door. And they start making out and stumbling into his apartment and BAM Jake trips on a block castle Dot had made earlier that morning and busts his ass. Then the girl looks around to see a living room full of toys and is like “Imma head out.”

13) The staring contest between Rhett and Fe was so funny. I loved their dynamic. Grumpy man forced to watch an even grumpier woman with the stubbornness of an ass.

14) “mama and tooster left me… but I wove dem doe.” OW OW OW. You bitch, that hurt.

15) I still ship Jake and Fe. *continuously snaps rubber band on wrist to get rid of the bad thoughts*

16) I ADORE Bradley though! I love how you made the point that Dot knew Jake loved her but she could tell that Tooster loved her the same way her mom loves her. AHHHHHH that was just precious.

17) The cattle prod… I will murder that motherfucker if I ever see his fictional ass in the streets.

18) You are amazing, I loved this series and I can’t believe it’s taken me so long to read it. I am so excited for the WIO series but I’m trying so hard to wait until it’s fully released bc it will tear me apart to read that over the holidays and not know how it ends lol!

Okay that’s all!!!!!!! Actually it’s probably not all, but I’m very tired, it’s 2am here so I must force myself to sleep now!

Much love ❤️ ❤️

My literal reaction when I saw this. Woah, just woah. Lo! Thank-you so much for your love and support for terms of endearment 💕💕

You have so many thoughts but one sticks out to me! Yes, 12) yes we do need a blurb about Jake bringing home a hookup just after Fe and Dot moved in.

We need to talk about all these points!

[sl1tcl1t]

Life Update: Idk where else to write down my thoughts and experiences for almost the past year.

To get myself caught up with the last post I made from last year, it was my final year in HS and I never wanted to leave that rancid hél/hø\e so damn bad. I finally graduated and got into college. This freshman year is the absolute worst. On top of that, I couldn't get a dorm room, which is expected according to the hierarchy of classmen. But anyway, this year's schedule has been extraordinarily harmful to my physical and mentally. Since I don't have a dorm, I gotta commute to my classes every single day. In my case, I must drive all the way from the south to the city (1hr 30min on avg.) This is not a bad drive, unless u wanna beat the I-75/I-85 9 - 5 traffic. Which ALSO MEANS I gotta wake up at 4:00 am and leave the house by 5 if I want to arrive in time for my 8 and 10 am classes. Additionally, my last class during Mon,Weds, and Fri ends at 5pm. I don't get home till about 7. AND on top of all that, Tue and Thurs is when I work my part time shift. The latest my shift can end is at 7:30pm and it takes me at least 30 mins to get home. If I want to get the most sleep possible, I gotta be in bed by 9. My sleep schedule bc of this is incredibly fùçk3d up. Luckily, me and my friend made a little room for me to sleep in my car. Which is also another problem. Bc Im too damn sleep deprived, I oversleep multiple times and end up missing classes. Classes where I can't easily get a PowerPoint w/readily available info to write. I feel incredibly behind.

My mental and physical health has gotten progressively worse since I moved outta my mom's house. I really don't wanna get into grave detail abt my family, but TLDR; both parents are complexly problematic, but one's more flexible than the other. But, Jesus Christ Almighty, living with this man is insufferable. Nothing but complaining, guiltripping, nonchalant shaming, and being plain irritating. He brings a wave of negative energy anytime he enters a room. Granted, there are things that he complains about that are justified, but he's getting more and more senile everyday. So he just gets mad at anything now. It pisses me off but also makes me sad. Another thing is that work is overexerting my well-being whilst giving me such a low pay. For context, I work in a warehouse now. Lifting boxes every other day that are half the size of you will give you nausea. My feet have blisters and my hands are cramping. My calves burn, my entire arm is aching, and my head pounds harder than ever. My friend suggests that I might have burn out, and I believe it with every bone in my body. Working at a place that accepts newly hs grads, ofc there would be å$5h0lés my age and worse. The smell has gotten worse since I moved in w dad. He essentially lives in a white trash neighborhood, so the smell outside is horrendous. This smell has affected the inside of my house and now I reek. And the ppl at work love to remind me abt my smelly ass despite trying my hardest to mask it. I seriously cannot stand other day in there and hopefully I can get a new job this upcoming summer.

But apart from all this, the cherry on top of this shit show was today after work. I got off early and wanted to visit this little gravesite around in my area to take pics and upload on here. I chickened out. It's too damn dark for me to take any so I walked around, contemplating life per usual. I decided to go inside the convenience store. I asked if there were any sleeping pills/melatonin and the guy had asked a question that made my mind go blank,

"Are you homeless?"

Never in life would I hear those words issued to me, but if I'm gonna be completely honest, I live at my dad's house, not paying any bills or insurance (yet), I sleep in my car majority of the day, and I have the worst pay to labor ratio. So technically, Imma borderline broke ass freeloading bum. But anyway, I was even more in shock when he rang my items. I forgot my wallet in the car and told him I was going to run out n grab it, but he just gave me the bag with an empathetic, "it's okay". And now I feel like a piece of shit to completion. Bc in hindsight, Im not HOMELESS, but it damn sure feels like I am.

I can't believe Im turning into every person I've met in the workforce. Ppl who just live paycheck to paycheck and just let the days past by; not doing anything but working. I use to make fun of those ppl at my last job as a cashier while in HS, but seriously, I got the realest reality check of my life. I really cannot live a life like that for 30+ years if I can't figure something out by graduation. Else I'm better off with maggots in my eyes and my skin wilting in the ground.

I'm done ranting, I need some sleep.... GN and happy Halloween ✌🏽