#honey i do not have the patience nor the time for that

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

i swear i have the body of a 50 yr old. i did something mildly active for less than an hour today and my back Aches. who authorized this

[ohbo-ohno]

Kinktober Day 31 - Free Use

Poly 141 x Reader - 4.3k (on ao3)

summary: Glimpses into your life as a housewife and free use toy for the 141 post-retirement. (Reader POV, second person)

cw: soft sex, half-drunk sex, light somnophilia, anal sex

note: last kinktober of the month! sorry i got off by a day at the end here, but i hope you guys have enjoyed everything so far :) btw this is less "free use" and more "sex with the 141 while living in domestic bliss"

Your days are filled with sex. Sex with all of your boys, in every position you can think of, in every room of the house they’d bought for the five of you after retiring. 

You all split the chores evenly these days. No one does more than they’re more comfortable with, and you’ve all found your stride, something to give you purpose, after the rigidity of the military.

Gaz has taken to bee-keeping. As odd as it sounds, he’s got the patience for it, and he’s quite protective of his bees, even has nearly an entire library of books he’s taught himself with. Price helps him out by selling the honey he harvests, keeping track of his profits and managing the household’s finances. 

Ghost hunts, spends his days out finding game to bring home, tracking herds and predators around your property. Johnny does a little of everything - fixes things when they break, chops firewood every morning, helps Simon skin his prey, tries to help Gaz and his bees. 

And you take care of the house. You make the meals, clean up after everyone, and find yourself perfectly happy to keep your men fed and warm. 

Your other chore is to bend over whenever they want. Well, bend into any position whenever they want, Ghost and Soap tend to enjoy getting a bit more creative. It’s not really much of a chore, considering how eager you are to do it.

It’s a great deal for you. Johnny and Kyle are always eager to get you off, and neither Simon nor Price is stingy with the orgasms these days either. You live your life floating between domestic labor and orgasms - not a bad existence, by your metric. You get to live without a care in the world, four men to take care of and four men to take care of you. It’s like a dream come true.

———————————————————————

You hum to yourself as you dance around the kitchen, wearing nothing but a frilly apron as you wait for your pancakes to cook. The small radio on the dining room table plays music from a local radio station, something cheery to start your day. It’s hard not to smile, with sunshine pouring in from the windows and a batch of fresh eggs to scramble on the stove. 

Your small moment of bliss is interrupted by a pair of hands on your hips and a large body bracketing yours.

There isn’t even a moment of fear, you instinctually lean back into the man behind you. A moment later, a rough beard brushes over your cheek.

“Pancakes this mornin’?” Price asks, big paws resting on the softness of your hips.

“Hmm,” you hum, tilting your head to claim his lips. He sways the two of you back and forth slowly, to the beat of the song, and lets you take your time with him. “Blueberries in yours,” you tell him when you come up for a breath of air.

One hand shifts to your ass, the other to your stomach, and you feel him smile. “Thank you, love. Got time for a quick round before they burn?”

You mimic his smile, let him bend you over slowly. “You’re just in time, Captain, I haven’t cracked the eggs yet.”

“Perfect,” he purrs, pressing himself to your backside. He tucks his plaid pajama pants down a little, rubbing his warm morning wood against you. You fold your arms beneath your head, let your eyes drift closed as his fingers make quick work of getting you ready.

Moments later, the heavy length of his cock fills you slowly. You moan, shifting your legs a little bit wider as he massages your waist.

“There you go,” he sighs, bottoming out and grinding himself slowly inside of you. “Tight as always, perfect girl.”

You giggle a little drowsily, wiggling your hips against his. “Always for you, John.”

He sighs contentedly, pulling out slowly. “Don’t I know it.”

He fucks you slowly, a steady pace that drags against all your most sensitive parts on every thrust. John’s thick, and the stretch isn’t quite comfortable with no prep. But you’re still a little loose from your time with Soap and Gaz last night, so it’s far from painful to take him.

He hunches over you as he gets closer and closer to the edge, elbows resting on either side of you and breath ghosting across your nape.

“Aw,” you hear Soap say,voice rough from sleep as he steps into the kitchen. “I wanted first go today.”

“Early bird gets the worm, Johnny,” Gaz teases, settling into a chair in the little breakfast nook Simon had built soon after moving in. “You’re the one who stayed up so late with her last night.”

“Wasn’t just me, jackass, you’re the one who-”

“Boys,” Price grunts, hips slamming against yours, leaving you squirming beneath him. “Will you shut the fuck up while I’m balls deep in our girl?”

You can’t help but snort beneath him, pushing yourself up enough to arch your back further, stick your ass further out for him. “Ye-yeah, boys.”

“Hush,” Price scolds, one hand shifting to your neck where he forces you flat to the counter again. “‘M almost there…”

He groans lowly as he buries himself deep inside of you, pumping slowly as you tighten up, trying to milk him. “Fuck, feels good…”

You smile against your arms as the pleasure that had been building inside of you starts to dull to a simmer, something warm in the root of you.

Price pulls out only moments later, two thick fingers tucking into you to keep any of his come from dripping out. “Keep me safe inside you, pretty thing, c’mon. Clench down.”

You take a deep breath and try your best to listen, straightening up and doing your best to keep yourself from dripping down your thighs. 

He turns you around, leaning you back against the counter and cupping your cheeks in his hands, tugging your face up to give you a soft kiss. “Thank you,” he whispers into your mouth, just quiet enough for you to hear.

“Of course.” You reach up to grab his wrists, holding him close. “Never gonna say no to you, John.”

The two of you linger in the moment, sunlight warming your skin as you breathe into each other.

It’s Soap that interrupts you, an intentionally obnoxious clearing of his throat nearly making you jump. “Any chance at coffee sometime today, bonnie?”

You huff a laugh into Price’s mouth, pushing him away and shooting a half-playful look to Johnny. “Can’t give me a minute of peace, can you?”

He smirks, “Nope.”

John scoffs as he pulls away, moving you with him and giving you a quick tap to the ass to send you over to the counter with the coffee machine. “Someone’s gotta teach you some patience, MacTavish.”

“If Ghost still hasn’t gotten it into him, no one is,” Gaz laughs, shifting enough for Price to join him on the bench. 

“Who says I haven’t?” Ghost says, stepping from the hallway. He’s already got a cigarette lit between his lips, and you wave him away with a spatula.

“No!” You scold, trying to shoo him closer to the window. “No smoking in my house! You know I hate the smell.”

Ghost rolls his eyes good-naturedly but lets you herd him to the open window, resting a shoulder on the windowsill and blowing a mouthful of air. You hmph, satisfied, and move to flip the pancakes. “You’re not the one who has to get that smoke out of all the furniture, you know.”

Ghost sighs, but he’s dramatic enough about it for you to know that he’s intentionally exaggerating his annoyance. “Awful early for all that nagging, woman.”

You glare at him playfully, picking up an egg to crack. “Awful early for a cig, too.”

He huffs and you crack your egg, the kitchen shifting into a comfortable silence. You continue your humming as the song changes to something more upbeat, unable to keep a smile from your face.

———————————————————————

You’re half tipsy, giggling into Soap’s mouth as the two of you stumble into the house. You manage to trip over the lip of the entrance, and you yelp as you start to fall.

Johnny just barely manages to twist and catch the both of you in time, grunting loudly as he hits the ground. The breath is knocked from the both of you, and you lay there in the dark for a moment, still.

You’re giggling as soon as you can breathe again, unable to stay still with all the energy and wiggling against his chest. “Jo-Johnny!”

“What?” He pants, still not fully able to take a breath in. You can see the outline of a smile, though, and his hands come up to fully cup your ass. “You were the one taht tripped, lass!” 

That only makes you laugh harder, kicking your feet against his shins. “I-I know!”

Now he laughs, a full-bellied sound that has you bouncing on his chest. He manages to push himself up so that you’re in his lap, and presses his mouth to yours without warning.

You make a high sound of surprise but quickly kiss him back, licking into his mouth when he parts his lips. 

Your kiss is messy, both of you a little too drunk and a little too needy to bother for tact. Johnny’s softer than he usually is, all tongue and no teeth. You wrap your arms around his neck, shifting so your knees rest on either side of him and squeeze his hips.

“Need you,” he pants into your mouth, shifting you over him to start a slow grind. “Need to be inside you, bonnie.”

“Yeah, please,” you say, quickly dropping your hands to his belt and clumsily working at his belt. It takes several tries for you to get it undone, and both of you get more and more desperate. Your underwear get more and more damp as you work yourself over the rough denim of his jeans, your skirt rucked up around your hips as he palms at your ass.

“Come on,” he growls, landing a harsh slap against the meat of your thigh. You yelp at the sting, then giggle, and finally manage to get his belt loose, quickly tugging it off.

“There you go,” you mumble, throwing the belt to the side and hearing it slide against the hardwood. “C’mon, c’mon, need you now, Johnny.”

He nearly snarls into your mouth, jerking your panties to the side and stuffing two fingers into you with no warning. You jolt higher on your knees and moan, digging your nails into his shoulder.

“Sit still,” he growls, tugging you back down and scissoring his fingers quickly to spread you. He slips a third finger in easily, your cunt already slick and dripping for him. “Stop fuckin’- stop wigglin’ around.”

You can’t help but giggle again, pushing your smile against his lips and nipping at his chin. “Can’t hold me down, MacTavish?”

You feel him grin, growling playfully, and before you can keep prodding him he’s got you flipped onto the floor beneath him. You squeal when he somehow manages to keep his fingers inside of you, pushing deep as he pins you down. He tucks your knees higher, both of your legs resting on his shoulders.

“I’ll show you held down, lass,” he growls, smile just barely visible above you. “Want it rough, then?”

You bite back another laugh, pushing up just enough to bite his bottom lip and tug it down with you. “As rough as you’ve got, MacTavish.”

It works as the perfect taunt you’d meant it as, and he’s buried in your tight heat before you can try and push him any further. Your head falls back against the hardwood floor as his falls to your throat, both of you moaning loudly as his hips meet your thighs.

“Fuck,” he groans, teeth pressed against your throat. When you arch your neck even further, he bites into your flesh, sucking a hicky and making you ever wetter between the thighs. “Fuck.”

“She tight, Johnny?”

You both yelp at the sudden voice, Johnny jolting away from your neck and shifting inside of you, causing you both to melt again.

There, in the corner of the room, is Ghost. He’s smoking a cigarette by the window, illuminated only by the glow of his cigarette butt and the moon. You can’t quite see his expression, but you can just imagine the cocky smirk.

Johnny groans above you, sinking back down to press kisses along your throat and forcing your knees almost to the side of your head. “Scared the shit outta’ me, Ghost,” he sighs, pulling out just enough to give you a few tiny thrusts. You moan, letting yourself relax into the floor.

“Not surprised,” Ghost says, and you watch as he stubs out the cigarette and take a few steps to where the two of you are tangled in each other. “How much did you two have to drink?”

You laugh at the question, but it melts into a moan as Johnny starts to find a rhythm that works for both of you. Your knees nearly knock against your own face as he makes his way across your neck, leaving bruising kisses. 

“Not-” you choke a bit on a particularly rough thrust, just barely managing to keep your eyes open and watch as Simon settles into an armchair. “Not that much.”

“Yeah,” Johnny pants, lifting himself up enough to look down at you. “How-how much’ve you had, L.t.?”

Ghost snorts, taking a swig from a beer bottle you hadn’t noticed before. “Less’n you two, I can tell that much.”

You and Johnny both snicker, half out of breath already, but none of you try and keep speaking as Johnny starts to really fuck into you, finding a perfect rhythm that’s just a little messier than usual, a little jerkier. 

The two of you make no attempt to be quiet, moaning and whining loudly as you work to find that peak. Even with folded in half as you are, you try to push into him as much as you can to help him hit the perfect spot inside of you. 

You nearly scream when he does, clenching down so tightly onto him that he’s forced to a still inside of you, his length throbbing in time with your heartbeat. 

The world blurs around you as Johnny takes your lips again, pressing your tongues together in a slick slide as he batters inside of you.

“Clo-close,” you gasp, clawing down his shoulders. Your nails dig in enough through his shirt to have him moaning, arching further into your touch.

“Me too, bonnie.”

He shifts enough to lean his weight further onto your thighs, newly freed hand smoothing down your chest and stomach to work against your clit. You melt beneath him, muscles going loose as you turn into nothing but a limp doll for him to fuck.

Your eyes squeeze shut as your orgasm starts to overcome you, Johnny’s work against your clit and the hot length inside of you finally shoving you over the edge.

“Fuck- fuck!” Johnny nearly shouts above you, your orgasm triggering his own. You cling tight to him, dragging his body as close to you as possible while your muscles clench down around him. The two of you are nearly drooling in each other’s mouths, eager for as much physical touch as possible.

It feels like an impossible amount of time later when you hear Ghost crouch down next to you, see his shadow cast over both you and Johnny. “You two done, then?”

You feel Johnny huff where he’s leaned against your cheek, feel his smile grow against yours. 

“Yeah, Si,” you say, squirming a bit beneath Johnny to try and get out from under him. “I think we’re done.”

Johnny gans a little but he obliges and shifts back enough for his softened cock to pull out of you. You both whine in sync at the separation, and he finally lets your legs fall to the ground, heels thudding against the floor.

Johnny rolls off of you, flopping to the floor next to you. “Carry us to bed, L.t.”

You giggle and blink up at Simon, softened from your orgasm and the lingering buzz from your night out. “Yeah, L.t.,” you lift your arms high, making grabby hands like a toddler. “Carry us to bed.”

Ghost snorts above you, but he still leans down and scoops you up beneath the knees and the back. You squeal when he hefts you over his shoulder into a fireman's carry. He ducks low again and you grasp onto the bottom of his sweatshirt, then giggle when Johnny flops bonelessly over Ghost’s other shoulder.

He carries the two of you effortlessly down the hall, and Johnny’s soft laugh joins yours - well, at least before you hear a muffled slap and he quiets himself/ Of course that only makes you laugh, earning you a spank of your own.

You’re dropped rather carelessly onto the massive mattress all five of you share these days, hand flopping against what you’re sure is Price’s chest as Ghost falls on top of Johnny where he’s dropped.

You hear a muffled oof! from next to you and curl into Price with a smile, tucking yourself close to his chest. He rumbles a low noise, instinctually tucking you close. You can hear Gaz getting annoyed with Ghost and Soap, feel him kicking at them to fight for his own spot on the mattress. You fall asleep with Ghost’s back to yours and Price’s chest to yours, surrounded by warmth.

———————————————————————

You groan into the sheets in frustration, fists clenched tight. “Simon, come on, please.”

He spanks you sharply, but the pain is hardly noticeable compared to the need you’re drowning in. 

“Quiet,” he grunts, three fingers spreading your ass. “Need to stretch you out properly, don’t want any tears.”

You whine, arching your back and pushing your ass further into the air. “I’m ready, I promise, just need you inside. I’ve been stretched for the last ten minutes!”

“And you’ll get stretched for ten more if you don’t quit complaining.”

It’s almost impossible to bite back a complaint at that, but you manage to dull it down to just a near-painful eye roll. You try your best to stay still for him, stay patient, even as you feel like your pussy is dripping like a faucet.

Ghost has fucked you with far less prep than this, you know he’s just trying to be an asshole - no pun intended. You also know that the more you rush him, the slower he’ll go. So you force yourself a little looser, let your body sink more comfortably into the position he’s got you in.

It doesn’t make the wait any easier.

You’re not sure how long it’s really been when he finally deems you stretched enough, but he finally pulls his fingers free. You whimper at the cold dribble of lube as he spreads a bit more across your stretched hole, the slick sounds echoing in the room telling you he’s likely spreading it across himself too.

“Alright, love,” he says, notching himself at your back hole with both hands on your hips. “Loosen up for me now.”

The stretch is sinful as he finally gives you his cock, enough for you to feel the sting but not at a painful point. Your eyes roll back in pleasure instead of frustration, and your knees shift just a little wider to welcome him more fully into your body.

“Fuck, you feel good<’ he grunts, grip tightening on your hip.

On a normal night with Ghost, you’d expect minimal prep and long rounds of edging. He likes to keep you from coming for as long as possible, then coax an orgasm that feels earthshattering from you when he finally shoves you off that ledge. Either that, or he fucks you quick and dirty - in the yard outside, in the shower, in the middle of the night, really any time he feels like getting off. With you around, there’s no need to masturbate. That leaves you getting bent over and used at any time he feels the slightest urge to get off, but you couldn’t mind less.

Now, though, Ghost paces himself far more slowly than usual. His thrusts are long, bottoming out and pulling back until the head of his cock just barely breaches your hole. If you couldn’t feel the way his hands bruise your hips, you’d almost call his pace leisurely. 

The two of you are near silent as he fucks you, content to fill the air with soft moans and the occasional whine instead of dirty talk. It feels nice, such slow sex with Simon. It’s a side of him he rarely lets you see, even now.

He knows you can’t come from anal alone, and is feeling generous enough to grab one of your hands and shift it down, telling you, “Rub your clit for me, love. Wanna feel you come.”

And, well, who are you to disobey?

You bring yourself to a slow, rolling orgasm with rhythmic circles against your clit, hips working against his even with his grip. You moan more loudly now, moith open and spit spreading across the pillow.

“Si-Simon,” you gasp. “Feels so good, so deep.”

“Yeah? Deep in your ass, huh, love?”

“Mhmm, mhmm. Can hardly br-breathe around you, Si.”

“I know, so big in your little hole. You’re taking me well, though, being such a good girl for me. Gonna - fuck, love - gonna make me come, give you a nice load then plug you up.”

“Yes, yes…”

“You want that? Want to be stuffed with my come? Keep me inside of you ‘til I say you can take the plug out?”

“Yes, I’ll keep it in for you, Si, be so good for you.”

“Oh, I know it, love. Always a good girl for me, most perfect girl… fuck, feel so good around me…”

He groans when he finally gets himself off, pulling you back onto his harsher thrusts and letting your channel squeeze the come from him. You rub your clit a few more times, ignoring the aftershocks in favor of forcing your muscles to milk him a bit.

When he finally pulls out, he tucks a good-sized plug into your loosened hole before any of his come can slip out. You shift from your knees to your stomach with a soft hum, tugging a pillow into your arms as your eyes drift shut.

“You stayin’ in here for a bit?” Ghost asks, brushing some of your hair away from your face and dipping down to press a dry kiss to your cheek.

“Hmm. Gonna take a nap before dinner.”

“Alright. Need any help tonight?”

“No,” you hum, curling deeper into the bedding. “You can set the table, if you really want.”

You hear him laugh as he pulls away, weight shifting off of the mattress. “I’ll leave that to Johnny, I think.”

A few moments later the door click softly shut behind him, and you float into a peaceful slumber while trying to half-plan dinner. 

———————————————————————

You’re half-asleep when you feel someone shift in bed next to you, their body covering yours. There’s a distinct hardness against the small of your back, and you press back against him.

“Stay still,” you hear Gaz whisper in your ear as he urges you further onto your stomach. You hum a little in response as he settles over you, kneeing your thighs apart enough for him to rest between them. “Don’t wanna wake anyone else up, right sweetheart?”

You hum again in what’s probably supposed to be agreement, but is really just a half-asleep sound. You trust all your boys, though, so you’re perfectly content to let Kyle do whatever he wants.

You sleep naked these days, so it’s easy for him to spread your cheeks a bit, to rub at your folds. You’re still a little damp from the shower sex with Price you’d had right before bed, and Kyle doesn’t seem to think you need much more than that.

You’re almost asleep again when you feel the tip of his cock at your hole, and then the familiar weight of him entering you. It’s hard not to groan, especially when you’re so dazed, but you think you do a good job.

Well, until Kyle shushes you loudly, stuffing a few of his fingers into your mouth. 

You make a small offended noise, but it shifts into a sound of pleasure when he sinks fully inside of you.

“Hush. Don’t wanna share you right now, just needed to feel you for a bit.”

You feel his hips shift against yours before he sort of falls to the side, taking you with him. You’re left spooning him, his cock buried deep inside of you and kept warm by your body.

He sighs, pleased, against your back and pulls his fingers from your mouth, letting his hand float down to rest on one of your breasts. He squeezes you for a few moments, but that only works you up more and has you squirming against him.

Kyle makes a small, whining noise and squeezes you more tightly to him. “Stay still, love. Just want to hold you, let you hold me. Go back to sleep, yeah?”

You sigh, debate trying to get him to finish what he started, but ultimately decide that it sounds like far too much work for your current state. 

So instead you let yourself relax into Gaz, body quickly adjusting to the weight and stretch of him. It’s easier than you might’ve thought to doze off like that, held close to Kyle’s chest.

[midnightmusings06]

May I request some fluff of SDV bachelors (Harvey, Seb, Shane) with a farmer who’s sick, overworked, or just generally needs to take a break?

Hi there! This is such a cute fluff prompt I’m happy to write! What I did was I took each bachelor and matched them up with one of the prompts you gave me as follows:

Sebastian taking care of sick reader

Shane taking care of farmer that needs a break

Harvey taking care of overworked farmer

Thank you for your patience too! I’m in the middle of moving and things have been crazy lol

Sebastian:

The morning sun streamed through the bedroom window, blinding your eyes as you started to wake from a long night’s rest. You’d been so exhausted, spending all day outside on your snowy farm to prepare for spring’s arrival, and with it the planting of crops and trees. It soon became evident you’d stayed out a little too long without enough layers, as a telltale sharp pain stung your throat while drinking a glass of lukewarm water. Your nose felt stuffy, making it hard to breathe, and it felt as though your body was creaking from your every movement, aching and shaking while simultaneously sweating buckets. Groaning, you pushed yourself out of bed, trying not to wake your husband. Sebastian was still sound asleep, lightly snoring with his arm across his bare chest.

While attempting to walk to the bathroom to find some medicine, your vision started growing blurry, swaying on your feet. Gripping the bathroom sink to steady yourself, you call out your husband’s name, before sinking to the floor.

“Y/n? Y/n! Hon are you okay? Let’s get you to bed.” Sebastian’s deep voice rings in your head, as you feel his big arms scooping you up into the air, placing you gently onto your shared bed. The lightheaded feeling begins to fade away, as Sebastian kneels by your side of the bed, holding your hand gently, worry and fear riddled in his face. You finally turn to look at him, smiling gently to attempt to ease his worries.

“Hi love,” Your voice comes out barely as a croak. “I think I spent a bit too much time outside yesterday.” You attempt to joke, to which Sebastian smiled.

“That seems pretty clear, dumbass,” He teased you.

“Why don’t I go make you some tea? I’ll make your favorite.”

“With extra honey?”

“Of course love.” He reluctantly lets go of your hand to head for the kitchen, returning with a steaming cup of hibiscus tea, with extra honey at your request.

The rest of your day is spent resting, much to your reluctance, Sebastian even threatened to tie you to the bed if you don’t comply. After digging for ingredients, he found all the materials to make you pumpkin soup, to soothe your throat he says.

“Warm fluids will help your throat, and take some of this medicine as well, I know it doesn’t taste good but it’ll make you feel better.”

After refusing, claiming, “it tastes like piss”, he spoon feeds you your medicine, laughing at your scrunched face in disgust.

“Come on it’s not funny! That stuff is disgusting.”

“How can I not laugh darling, you’re just so cute when you look like that.”

When Seb’s pumpkin soup is finished cooking, he’d spoon feed you that as well, this time for his own enjoyment. After your belly is full from medicine and hot soup, Seb crawled behind up you on your bed to wrap you in his arms.

“But you’ll get sick too!”

“I don’t care, my only priority is you right now. Now, rest well my love,” He whispers, fingers tangled in your hair.

Shane:

Your hastily scribbled notes lay sprawled in front of you, scattered across your desk, some even fallen to the floor. Plans for a new layout for the farm, new buildings to be put in place, fences and paths that needed replacing, ground to be tilled and crops to be planted. It felt as though there was so much to do and not enough time nor resources to do it, and spring was approaching ever closer by the day, as the snow began to melt and patches of dirt and grass began to peek through. You sighed, placing your head in your hands, a raging headache pounding against your skull. You didn’t even hear your front door creak open when you heard the sound of boots thumping into your home. Whipping your head around, you see your boyfriend, Shane, standing by the entrance of your room, a sad expression on his face.

“Babe, you look awful. What are you still doing up at this hour?”

Glancing over to your wall clock, it read 1:00 am. You groaned, turning back to him with a grimace.

“Gee thanks Shane. I’m just going over the new farm plans for the season.”

He walks closer, examining your many papers and notes strewn around your work area.

“Y/n, when was the last time you slept? And I mean really slept.”

You can’t seem to remember.

“I don’t know. What day even is it?” You muttered, eyes trained at the ground.

He bends to your level, lifting your chin with his fingers.

“Baby you need to go to sleep. And today is Friday to answer your question.”

Your eyes widen at your realization.

“We had a date planned tonight didn’t we? Oh my god I’m so sorry Shane, I didn’t mean to forget, I thought for sure it was tomorrow.”

Tears begin to brim in the corners of your eyes, and Shane wraps you in a big hug, placing his warm jacket around you.

“I couldn’t care less about that. It isn’t like you to forget stuff since you always seem so on top of everything, so I guessed something might have happened to you. But that’s not important now, have you eaten anything yet?”

The last thing you ate was some berries from your fridge you picked a few days prior, you’d made it your midnight snack the night before.

“No.”

“Then I’ll go make something for you, in the meantime you go get some pajamas on and sit in bed, I’ll bring it to you.”

“But what about-”

He shushes you.

“It can wait. Now please go rest before I have to drag you there myself.” He smiles, leaving for the kitchen.

Harvey:

You wiped your forehead with your dirt-ridden gloves, having finally finished the exhausting task of removing all of your summer crops to prepare for the impending fall season. The muscles and joints of your body seemed to creak and groan with every movement, soreness tainting every part of you as you winced to even walk. Pulling a crumpled piece of paper from your pocket, you inspect your list of tasks. There was still so much to be done and fall would be here in two days, the thought of it filling you with anxiety. Trudging towards the silo to harvest wheat, you heard the sound of footprints making their way towards you.

“Hey there love! I prepared you a healthy meal to give you strength while you work, it has - y/n are you alright? Y/n?”

He holds your lunch, his smile dimming as your knees finally give out from exhaustion, the last thing you see is his figure hovering above you, quickly assessing your state and vitals, his voice slowly fading out as he attempts to calm himself down and focus on caring for you.

When you awake, you’re lying in one of Harvey’s clinic beds, eyes blinded by the sheer brightness of the room. Thankfully, you aren’t hooked up to any of his fancy machines, and Harvey is sat by your right side, watching you intently. When he notices you stirring, he jolts upward, glasses tilted on his face.

“Y/n! Thank goodness you’re awake, how are you feeling?”

You shimmy yourself to sit up, your muscles sore but not as fatigued as before.

“Tired mostly, and a bit sore,” you pause.

“I’m sorry Harvey.”

He frowns a bit, “Please don’t be sorry. But I do want to know how you got to this point, if you’re willing to confide in me?”

He asks tentatively.

You nod, and explained your unending list of tasks, coupled with the hours of hard work you’ve put in. Harvey listens to you intently, nodding as you go.

“And then you came to bring me some food, and I just collapsed because I was so tired. There’s still so much to be done before fall and I only have two more days to get everything else finished-”

Harvey quickly cuts you off, “Leave it to me. I’m not the most adept at farm work but I believe I can perform an adequate enough job for now.”

He smiles, gently grabbing your hand to hold it clasped in his.

“Remember my love, I am always here for you. Whether to ease your worries or complete tasks for you. Never feel as though you are a burden by asking for help.”

Smiling back at him, he helps you up from your bed, escorting you back to your farm for some well deserved rest and care.

[heartofbusan]

My live reactions of AYS's final (for now 😌) episode 💛💜

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Jimin really had a lot of input on the itineraries and restaurants. He should get a producing credit 🤧 : 'Keeper of JK's every want, need and desire in the form of food, accommodation and more 👀': Park Jimin

OH MY BABY Like Crazyyyy!!

They really are the top singers in Korea lmao. You sometimes forget it, with how normally weird they are.

The owners of the restaurant must have been thrilled to have them. #Blessed

The boyfriend shot!?!?!? YOUR HONOR! HE DID NOT deny nor refute the outright allegation!!

Jungkook enjoys life to the fullest.

Also, Jk loves beer.

ESCUSE ME?!?!?!?

THEY GET FLIRTY WHEN DRUNK. DRUNK SHENANIGANS HAVE HAPPENED. I AM SURE OF IT.

Jungkook is such a good boy. You tell him to do something, and he does it. #obedient

JK's stomach makes all his life's decisions.

This hot tub scene is going to end me as a functioning member of society. WHAT THE HELLLLLLLLL

THIS SURE IS NICE

THIGHS. NO NOTES.

COME ON BABY?!?!?!?!?!?!?!!? WHAAST

Jimin doesn’t want to extend JKs suffering. So sweet!!

"That’s my Jungkook." Omg

"HONEY"

WTF IS HAPPENING, SHOULD I LEAVE THE ROOM

Baby reference no. 4852820 and counting.

-The more relaxed they are, the more they forget they're being filmed. The touches increase, and the fawning commences. Also, Jimin watching himself and seeing how he's presenting himself for the show is such an interesting occurrence. There's an interesting thought happening there as he becomes aware of it... Is he seeing and becoming aware of his layer of veneer as they were filming? He scaled it back for sure. He let more of his acute feelings through as the seasons progressed. I love that it became less like work for him.

-They are idiots! And I love them for it! The Jeon Park household is filled with laughter. And grunting ofc. Don't forget the copious amounts of grunting. I'm watching this at work and by God if someone walks in on me listening to this...I'll get called into HR 😃 #worthit

ONGOD JIMIN ON THE FLOOR LEGS SPREAD WHO APPROVED THIS MESSAGE?!?!

Also: Jungkook loves cooking. Whomever is making fun of him for choosing to be in the kitchen is an idiot. Please always be happy JK!

Precedent. This show is setting it. Remember it well.

You realize that they have the means to travel like this all the time?!?! But they chose to take us with them? WE ARE BLESSED.

Jimin always finds a moment to connect, physically as well as emotionally. He'll never leave his man hanging on a joke.

BUT JUNGKOOK IS RIGHT THERE WITH HIM ON THE EQ SCALE..He sees Jimin fully, and he treats him gently and with tender care. Knowing Jimin is quiet because the trip is nearing its end😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

They deserve to live their lives without serving us. Without feeling like they need to show us, just because it makes us happy to see them happy. Then again, if this is them normalizing them as a unit and seeing them together, and if it serves them just as much as it does us. Well then I hope they keep up this exceptional excuse to make content. The hate will always be there. The shippers too.

But what will never change is the commitment they have towards each other. They really do complete one another *bawling*

I loved this episode! It was so relaxed and paired back. They really are a give and take couple, giving each other space, patience or attention. Really, they should get married. It's just too perfect a union.

[ahgasegotarmy116]

I Did it for You | Jeon Jungkook

Summary: You love your children but they will always be the reminder... Pairing: fem!reader x Father in Law Jungkook Word Count: 1.5k Warnings: Yädere, suggestive and explicit language, reminders of infidelity. a/n: Okayyy here's the epilogue of the original story Do it for Him and Part two Do it for Us requested by the lovely @coralmusicblaze I hope you all enjoy the ending and thank you thank you thank you for all the love!

6 years later...

"Baby slow down!" I yell after my daughter, scared she'll hurt herself. "It's okay, she'll learn" my husband says coming up behind me wrapping one of his arms around my waist while we watch our daughter play with the family dog. "I know, but I hate watching her cry. I just wish I could protect her from everything and everyone" I say turning around to look up at him but catch his father watching our interaction from across the yard first before quickly doing what I had intended. 

"I know, I do too" he says brushing the hair off of my forehead and placing a feather light kiss on it, holding both sides of my face and pulling away to look deep into my eyes. "Are you okay? You seem a bit more on edge today. Is it the baby?" he questions, hand gently caressing my stomach, now just starting to show. "Maybe but don't worry, I'm not in any pain" I say giving him a soft smile. "You better take better care of your mommy sir" he says now leaning down, eye level with my little bump. 

"Honey please, they'll start staring" I say feeling flustered with his actions and urging him to stand up. "So what? I'm trying to discipline my son" he says with a fake angry face making me laugh out loud. "I just want you to be okay. After the beautiful daughter you've given me I couldn't imagine being more in love with you. And now, your body is going through it all over again to give us a son. I just want you to know how incredible you are, and how much you mean to me" he says and I break eye contact, feeling that same wave of guilt wash over me as it does time and time again. 

"You mean the world to me" I say after I look away for a second, now gazing into his eyes again with mine glossing over, overcome with the devastation I feel for my past actions. "Baby are you okay?" he says, face now full of concern. "It's okay I'm fine, it's probably just these damn hormones. I'm going to go freshen up inside" I say giving him a quick kiss and making my way back into the house to take a second to collect myself. 

Once inside I find myself being pulled aside instead, away from prying eyes, looking up to see the one man that I wish I could never see again. "Are you okay Pretty? I saw that you were crying out there" he says brushing the hair out of my face, just like my husband had done moments before.

"I'm fine" I say pulling back out of his grasp and making moves to leave but he grabs me by my wrist and pulls me back to him, to which I decide to surrender, knowing thats there's not much he could do to me in this setting even if he wanted to. 

"How are you liking the party? I wanted to make sure that our daughter has an amazing 5th birthday". "My daughter" I spit out at him, throwing up my defenses immediately, not having the desire nor the patience to deal with this today.

"Our daughter. Or would you rather me tell my son that she's actually mine?" he threatens, raising a brow at me. I take a deep breath conceding to the one request he always has, referring to her as 'our' daughter in private. "The party is fine. She loves it and that's all that matters to me. Now if you'll excuse me" I say trying to leave but being pulled back once more. 

"How is our son doing?" he questions, caressing my bump in a more provocative way than my husband had just done. "He's fine" I say grabbing his wrist and shoving it off of me and thankfully he keeps his hands to himself this time. "Is he healthy? Have you been taking care of yourself?" he questions as if he actually cares. "I told you he's fine and my wellbeing is none of your concern, it's my husband's" I say finally walking away, with him giving up on talking to me any further. 

I had hoped to avoid him at all costs today but unfortunately he always wants to speak to me, and takes every chance he can to do so. As if my children are not enough of a reminder of my infidelity, he decides I need to always have it thrown in my face since, to my knowledge we are the only ones that know, and I need to keep it that way. I can't lose him, I can't lose my husband. I know day in and day out I'm digging myself deeper and deeper into this mess, him unknowingly raising his sister, thinking she's our daughter and soon will raise his brother the same way. 

Every time she calls my husband dad or daddy I feel my heart break for her. If only she knew what a horrible man her true father is. The one I let manipulate me into having her and doing it all over again, guilting me into trying for a son so we can properly 'continue the family line' even though nothing about this could ever be described as proper. If I could turn back time I never would have called him back, or told him he could come over to 'talk' or play into his twisted games.

I wish I would've been stronger, more sound of mind. But I was vulnerable, and he took advantage of that. The thought of never being able to have children with the man I love breaking my heart, the disappointment on his face when all of the tests came back negative, the stress his family had placed on his shoulder.

If I could take that away from him I would, but not like this. I would've waited for the doctor, I would've waited to get more than a few months worth of treatment and tried time and time again instead of living this lie. 

"Mommy! Mommy! Look what grandpa got me!" my little one calls out to me, her eyes twinkling with her own little galaxy shining through them. I wish they brought me joy, I really truly wish they did, but they remind me of her father. "Yes baby? What did he get you?" I say when she grabs my hand, dragging me along to the garage to show me the pink and purple big wheel bike. Her favorite colors...

"What do you say sweetie?" I say smiling down at her, doing my best to act accordingly when she's around. "Thank you grandpa Jeon!" she says and sits down, twisting and turning the handle bars. "Of course love. After all, I did it for you" he says, looking down at her lovingly before bringing his vision back to me, giving me a disgusting knowing smile that makes my stomach twist and turn, leaving me swallowing down the bile that I can feel rising in my throat. 

"Baby are you alright?" I hear my husband say after entering the garage, rushing over to me, steading me on my feet. "I- yes I'm fine" I say clearing my throat, trying to cover how faint I started to feel. "No you're not, come on we're going back inside" he says lovingly, not believing the brave act I had tried to put on, holding my hand and wrapping his arm around me, taking a few steps to make our way back inside.   

"Daddy! Look look!" our daughter squeals in excitement when she see him. "Wow baby that's so cool!" he says giving her a bright smile, trying not to brush her off while also tending to me. "Daddy can you come and watch me ride it?" she asks hoping to keep him here.

"It's okay honey I'm here, I'll watch you. He's gotta go take care of Mommy, he'll come watch you later" My father in law says. "Oh okay. Mommy are you okay?" she asks with her doe eyes, showing concern and confusion. "Yes baby don't worry I'll be fine. Go play with Grandpa okay? We'll be back later" I say and give him one last glare, daring him to 'slip up' in front of her. 

"Okay Mommy, feel better" she says before turning back in her seat, waiting patiently for the okay to start peddling down the driveway. "Yeah, take care of yourself and our little baby boy on the way" he says giving us a genuine smile for my husbands sake, making me falter again, hating that again he's reminded me who my children belong to.

"Come on Darling we're already half way there, let me take care of you" my husband says and I gag, my body jolting forward with the sheer force of it, gaining the strongest flashbacks of the time his father had told me that. The night I broke our vows...

The End.

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[babyhatesreality]

Hey babes! Can you do a stucky mafia little reader where stucky and they reader are out at dinner or shopping and someone tries to attack them? The reader is ok but very shaken. 🥺

Fluff, angst, mentions of shock and doctors 🥺❤️

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Sure thing! And I love you back <3 Thank you for your patience, it means the world to me.

A/N- this is an AU outside of Katie Cat, and outside of my other series. I decided to try my hand at Dark Stucky for this one. This is a stand alone- and I'm excited to play in this sandbox for a minute, so thank you darling nonnie!

Down the Rabbit Hole

Pairing: Dark!Mafia!Stucky x little f!reader

Warnings: dark mafia Stucky, f! reader, severe Stockholm syndrome, Stucky both referred to as Daddy, pet names, reader is smaller than Stucky, language, an attack on all three, violence (not towards reader), shock, fear, angst, doctor talk, fluff.

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"Mmmm," you couldn't help but say as you lingered on the last delicious bite of spaghetti. It was so rare that Steve and Bucky had a night away AND could take you out to dinner, that you'd almost forgotten what any other spaghetti other than Steve's tasted like. "It's so good."

"Good girl, you cleaned your plate. I'm proud of you," Steve said, the corner of his lip curling up in that smile that was almost a sneer, but you'd come to understand it meant he was pleased. You giggled and ducked your head, not wanting to admit that his praise in public made you feel all giddy.

"I think we should get the tiramisu to go. It's getting near your bedtime, little one," Bucky said, looking at his expensive diamond-encrusted watch. He chuckled when you pouted. "Now, now. None of that or we don't do this again." You instantly wiped the pout off your face. You couldn't remember the last time you'd actually gotten to leave the mansion for a date night with your daddies, and you weren't about to jeopardize that. Seeing the pout gone, Bucky purred. "That's better. Now let's go."

A waitress handed Steve a to-go bag with a large piece of the dessert in it as you all were heading out the door. You were surprised when you realized that neither Steve nor Bucky had paid, and couldn't help but look behind you as you all were exiting. "What's the matter, Princess?" Steve asked, taking a firm hold of your hand. "What's wrong?"

"Don't...don't we have to give monies to the people for making us food?" you whispered, a little afraid that this was going to be one of those questions that got your daddies mad when you asked it. But this was the exact opposite. Steve squeezed your hand a bit, and Bucky quickly took you other hand and kissed it as you all walked down the street to where Sam had parked the car a few blocks away.

"Look at our sweet little girl, Buck, making sure all her people are taken care of," Steve said, grinning at Bucky and then down at you. "Seems like she picked up a thing or two from the business."

"It's okay, Sweet Cheeks, Daddy and I know the people that run this place. They make us food for free, whenever we want," Bucky said, smiling down indulgently at you.

"Oh. That's nice of them!"

"Did you like going to that place?"

"It was...nice. The food was way yummy. There was lots of people there."

"Was that too many people, honey?"

"Um...it's okay. Just not used to anybody but Daddies."

"Well, how about we all go back home and it can be just Daddies again?"

"Yeah!" you cheered, relieved. It was weird being around people again- you weren't sure that you liked it. You hadn't been around that many people since your Daddies saved you from your boring life to make you their Princess. It had taken a long time, but now you couldn't live without them.

The three of you turned into an alley. Normally, it would have terrified you to walk down a place like this, but with both of your daddies holding your hands, you knew you had nothing to fear.

Suddenly, you heard a deep voice behind you. "Stay right where you are. Don't move."

Ignoring the voice's orders, both Bucky and Steve whipped around instantly. Steve forcefully shoved you behind him. Afraid, you buried your face in the back of his jacket and tried not to make a sound. As you did when you were home and their work people came over, you stayed silent, like a good girl does.

"Give me your wallets and no one gets hurt," the voice said, low and gruff. Bucky let out a bark of a laugh as Steve stepped forward.

"Oh, son. You have no idea what you've just done, do you?" Steve said lightly, but you could hear the undercurrent of violence in his tone. You felt Steve's arms shove aside his jacket lapels, but the next thing you knew, Bucky had you up against the brick wall of the alleyway. Everything got really loud really fast. You turned your head in terror to make sure Steve was okay, but Bucky forcefully grabbed your chin in his hand and made you look at him.

"Eyes on me, Princess," he commanded, and you obeyed instantly. "Good girl. You remember our codes?"

"Y-yes, Daddy."

"Good girl. Rabbit hole. Quick like a bunny. Go." He let your chin go and stepped towards Steve, leaving you alone with your orders.

After Steve and Bucky had rescued you and you'd grown accustomed to this new life, they had drilled code words into you in case of situations like this. "Rabbit Hole" and "Quick like a bunny" were codes for find a place to hide as fast as you can, and don't move until they come to get you.

You looked for a safe hiding space, just like Steve had taught you to, and found a slight notch in the brickwork of the alley- just large enough to hold a dumpster. You ran into it as fast as you could, squeezing yourself in between the dumpster and the wall. You huddled down, hands over your ears and eyes squeezed shut, pretending you were a rabbit in a hole, just like they taught you. Your hands over your ears mostly muffled the shouts, the grunts, and the loud bang. Then everything was silent.

After a couple minutes, you felt three taps on your arm. You opened your eyes to see Bucky kneeling in front of you, smiling. You peeled your hands from your ears just in time to hear him say "Good girl."

You flung yourself into his arms, sobbing and scared. He picked you up, balancing you on his hip, as you cried into his shoulder. He gently kissed the top of your head before pulling his phone out and making a call. Less than a minute later, Sam came barreling into the alley. Without a word, Bucky passed you to him and walked towards Steve.

You started crying even more hysterically. "No, Daddy, please don't go!" you wailed, trying to stretch out of Sam's arms to get to them.

"Hey," Steve's voice cut in sternly. You instantly stopped squirming, knowing better than to push Steve when he was angry. Seeing that you were behaving the way he wanted you to, Steve turned his attention back to what was left of the would be attacker. Sam pressed your face into his shoulder so you wouldn't look, and you stayed right there, unable to control your trembling.

A couple phone calls later and the situation was resolved. Your cries had quieted to occasional hiccups, but you were trying your hardest to be quiet and good, just like they wanted you to be. When you felt Steve's strong hands lift you out of Sam's arms though, you turned with lightning speed and latched onto him.

"Shhh, shhh, it's okay, Princess, Daddy is here now," he said in a much softer and more soothing voice that before. You sniffled a little.

"Daddy?" you whispered, looking up at him. He smiled softly at you.

"Hey there, Princess," he said, rubbing his nose against yours. You sighed in relief, and returned the butterfly kiss, before turning your head to look for Bucky. You didn't have to look far- Bucky was right behind Steve, smiling from ear to ear at you.

"Princess, tell Daddy what you just did," Bucky said proudly, lightly punching Steve in the back to get him to listen up.

"Runned to be a rabbit in a hole, like Daddy said to," you explained carefully, wanting to make sure you didn't mess it up. Steve's smug smile grew.

"Yeah? You were in a rabbit hole like Daddy told you to be?" Steve said proudly. "Well, how about that. You must have been a very brave little girl to be such a good bunny when the mean man came." At the mention of the attacker, you began to shake again.

"Shh, it's okay Sweet Cheeks, we're here and the bad man is gone. He didn't hurt us and he can't hurt you," Bucky crooned softly, stroking your cheek with his finger. But you couldn't stop shaking.

"Boss, you want me to call the doctor to come check her out?" Sam asked gruffly, seeing you beginning to tremble again.

"No! No doctor!" you whimpered before burying yourself in Steve's shoulder. You heard a smack and turned your head to see Sam holding the back of his head and looking annoyed, while Bucky stood next to him, fuming.

"Idiot, you know she hates doctors," Bucky hissed at their second in command.

"Sorry, sorry," Sam apologized, before looking at you. "Sorry, Princess."

"Is okay, Sammy. Thank you for...for helping me." You didn't really want to thank Sam for holding you back while your daddies were taking care of their business, but Steve and Bucky were very strict about manners and you knew they would want you to thank Sam. You were rewarded with kisses from the both of them, on either side of your head.

"Good manners, Princess," Steve whispered. "Come on. Let's go home. And see? Daddy didn't even let the bad man get our dessert. Let's go watch a movie and eat it before bed, okay?"

"Okay, Daddy."

"Maybe it wasn't such a good idea to go out to dinner, hm?"

"I'll do anything you want, as long as I can stay with you and Daddy forever."

"Good girl. That's what we want to hear."

[ouiouimochi]

Rayne, Rayne (Part 2)

Part 1

pairing/s: rayne ames x f!reader, rayne ames x you

genre: childhood friends, self-sacrificing mc, hurt/comfort, resolved misunderstanding, fluff (yay)

wc: 4.7k

warnings: mentions of injuries, violence, human experiments, swearing. there's elements of comedy I think, it's half unserious I'm sorry, semi proof-read

taglist: @kaoiyeva @judithregulus @ctmaw

here's the long awaited part 2, thank you for your patience <33

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In the meeting room of the Bureau, the Divine Visionaries gathered to discuss Rayne's report on the mission as the said male had just been dismissed to go rest.

“A failed first mission for a Divine Visionary, a reconnaissance at that.” Orter pushed up his glasses as he evaluated the report.

“Failed reconnaissance it may be, all the pertinent information had been gathered for us to finally make a move against the organization. They're using live human test subjects.” Sophina argued, although agreeing that it could've been handled a bit more cleanly.

“I'd say they did more than expected… We also managed to retrieve useful intel. Not only that, they single handedly managed to wipe out their security— elite ones included— as well as handled the executive mostly involved in the suspicious activities. It's quite a surprise to have discovered that the executive used an illegal magic booster, though.“ Kaldo analyzed the results of the mission.

The Light Cane laughed boisterously, before snapping his finger.

“To think young students like them were able to handle the enemies like that before the brilliant me could've arrived to handle it all! Impressive, I must say!” Ryoh approved.

Everyone else followed through after hearing Ryoh’s thoughts. It was due to the blond’s description of the organization as he arrived— it was just more than a mess with unconscious bodies endlessly littering the hallways. He also noted how he did catch the other executives fleeing but unable to locate the head perpetrator. So color him surprised when he discovered said missing perpetrator dealt with and a hauntingly huge rift on the ground being left behind.

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The medical bay of the Bureau was only filled with the sounds of gentle breathing coming from the lone patient resting on one of its hospital beds. Rayne walked in, seating himself on a chair beside the bed.

The male sighed as he observed how peacefully you were breathing as if you didn't exhaust yourself to unconsciousness in his first mission. You definitely gave him something to worry about when you immediately passed out after casting one last support spell on him that ended up turning the tide into his favor.

He wondered how much magic you poured into him that it was just enough for him to activate his Thirds and swiftly defeat that executive— leaving behind a big crater in the process that it was a surprise that the whole building didn't collapse.

The honey eyed male wondered what goes through your brain as you always seemed to follow him around despite his cold demeanor. How you stuck around despite never outwardly acknowledging your presence nor help.

Again, he wondered how much would you be willing to sacrifice for him— just as you always seemed to do ever since meeting him again in Easton. You were so much as ready to let him leave you behind, after all.

He can't help but think you were a huge help as well as a huge headache.

The half blond massaged his temple, having found himself to be slightly angry at your self-sacrificing attitude.

He stops.

He stops to think as to why he'd be angry… to why he cares about your well-being… since when have you managed to worm yourself to a soft spot amidst the steel walls he built up— the same walls that kept away Finn in hopes to protect him.

Just how? It was unfathomable for him. For the first time, he outwardly expressed an emotion on his face.

You stirred in your bed, slowly becoming conscious— registering your surroundings at your own pace.

The smell of antiseptics and medical herbs greeted your senses first. The feeling of the soft blanket that covered you was next. Lastly, your eyes were greeted by an angry Rayne.

You blinked away the dots that slip into your vision— ‘Wait.’ a pause.

You bolted right up and looked at the figure seated on a chair beside your hospital bed. You then held your head as you got slightly dizzy from the sudden movement. Groaning when the ache in your bones finally registered as well.

It was silent. You looked up and confirmed that it was Rayne who was indeed seated there. And he wore an expression of concern.

Well… there wasn't much of a change in his stoic expression from another's perspective. Rather, you noticed the way his eyebrows shift and eyes widen from their previous positions of furrowed and narrowed. To be fair, they were minimal changes that only you can notice at a glance…

The silence hanging in the air was awkward as you two inadvertently engaged in a staring contest.

You broke that silence with an equally awkward, “Hi…?”, you were just hella confused why the dual-colored haired male was angry at you the moment you awoke.

You don't think you've ever seen him this expressive since you reunited with him back in middle school. You panicked and got more confused as his eyebrows twitch further down just by a really barely noticeable bit. You're actually starting to get nervous now.

“Why.” he spoke suddenly— you're just in a spiral of confusion at this point.

“Why… what…?” you respond back with a slight head tilt, absolutely clueless.

“Why would you do that?”

“What exactly????”

Rayne was absolutely getting annoyed at how clueless you were, he sighs before proceeding with what he's gonna say.

“Why were you so willing to just sacrifice your life like that?” He spoke up, eyes fiercely looking into your own. You were astounded, about to respond back, but interrupted by your childhood friend.

“Why do you just… Do all these things for me?”

He never broke eye contact.

“Why… do you accompany me in my tasks, help me out in Fortune Telling class… Why do you even follow me around even though I push you away?”

“Just why… even after all these years… why would you get close?” He ended.

A silence passes over… each second passing by causing Rayne to regret— to think he might've talked too much.

You looked down on your hands that you unconsciously curled together on your lap during the golden-eyed male’s interrogation. Looking solemn, before speaking up.

“It's just… to make it up to you, I guess…”

“You know since you and Finn suddenly disappeared… I've been wondering to myself if I was being too mean… Maybe that one little stupid ‘rayne, rayne, go away’ song I continuously sang might've just actually been the last straw and you left…” You admit…

Rayne was gaping at you—not in the open mouth flabbergasted expression, but gaping as just blankly staring— although you didn't notice it as you continued.

You laugh slightly, although it lacks humor in it. “As I grew up, I had to think back that maybe it was childish to think that was the reason you two left… But I just started thinking more… of how I should have treated you at least a little bit kinder as kids… Given that you and Finn were the only ones who stuck around with my mean self…” You twiddled with your thumbs.

“I changed myself for the better I guess… even my mother was surprised when I told her I wanted to study some subjects at that age..”

“So yeah… I guess it was just pure fate that I managed to meet you again— I felt that I just had to make it up to you…” You look up to the male to gauge his reaction, only to be met with him holding his face in his left hand while the other rests on his hip.

Rayne was absolutely…so dumbfounded that he had to ground himself back to reality by letting things process. He breathed to himself as he pieces together what you told him.

‘So all that kindness and sacrifice despite my treatment… ‘ He started… Rayne Ames was known to be a brilliant character, only having to learn of one thing to know of ten others.

But this took him quite a while to piece together and rationalize.

‘Just to apologize for her childish teasing that doesn't hold much weight to me at all’ If he could facepalm, he would have, but his face was in his hand already.

It's a whole buck wheat of a fucking misunderstanding just because he disappeared after circumstances completely unrelated to the reason you just said.

He can't find himself to be mad at you, not after you basically just… poured your heart out to him— showing your vulnerability… even though your main motivation to help him was… due to a misunderstanding.

This man's smart brain just cannot— absolutely blanks.

Congratulations, you've managed to break THE Rayne Ames.

The half blond inhales deeply, before removing his face from his hand.

“(Y/n). “ He so seriously calls your name after a while.

“...yes?” You respond.

"You're telling me that you stayed despite my constant effort to push you away…” he pauses, having to think about how to word it properly.

"...because you believed that it was your fault that we suddenly disappeared years ago and you felt guilty about it?”

You were worried about how he was reacting.

“...yes…?” You can't understand where he was directing the conversation.

He just looks at you dead in the eye, not knowing what else to say.

Rayne trusted your intellect in multiple things— above the average person’s, even. But this was just… he doesn't know how to bring it up to you since you've been sincere in your actions— he doesn't want to be mean about it.

You just continue to look at him, clueless. That actually sends something to wash over him— similar to the urge he gets when taking care of his rabbits. The feeling of protectiveness and caution from accidentally hurting something cute.

So admittedly, the honey eyed male might've found you cute… especially with how you were focusing on his reaction anxiously.

So he steeled himself to bring his chair closer to your bed, leaning forward with his arms on his knees to be closer to your eye-level.

“(Y/n).” He called your name again— he wondered when he started calling you by your name again, actually. Was it during your third year in middle school? He just noticed.

He actually didn't know where to start, but he had to start somewhere. A silence filled in the pause, you were still anticipating what he was gonna say.

“...Finn and I left due to… certain circumstances…” Rayne finally got out, not going into further detail of said circumstances.

“And we never once thought you were mean when we were kids…”

You blink. Letting the words sink in as you piece together everything else— something finally clicking in that pretty little head of yours.

“Oh.” Was all you can say as you felt the world— your world— stop and crumble.

An existential crisis turns into existential crises.

The monologue about what you strived to be, what you pushed yourself to avoid being… due to a childhood guilt that hung heavy in your heart— and it turns out that it wasn't even the cause of the Ames’ sudden disappearance.

An absolute overshot into outer dimensions. You felt stupid.

You wanted to smack yourself, chuck yourself out the window, have the ground eat you up alive, anything. Just to get out of this very embarrassing situation.

You felt so utterly hot.

Rayne has been observing you all this time, growing more and more concerned due to your reactions— he feels bad that he had to tell it to you.

The honey eyed male may not be the best when it comes to emotions, but he can imagine how it'd be like to have a motivation to strive for something for a long time… only for that motivation to turn out to be misdirected.

You unceremoniously fall back onto the bed, not caring about how you were basically recovering from a back injury. Your companion undoubtedly worried about you.

You then wordlessly wrap yourself up in the blanket despite how hot your face felt. You heard Rayne call your name but you quietly asked him to leave for now.

He does so obediently. The moment he closed the door behind him, he heard muffled screaming.

•°•°•°•°•°•°

The door opens and you think it was the doctor or nurse, but it was Rayne. He wordlessly walks to the chair and seats himself again before carefully placing a wrapped up food box on your lap.

You were going to tell him to go away, but it was interrupted by an audible growl of your stomach— so you just had to accept the food.

You took a bite of the food, relief flooding your system. You continuously eat, actually enjoying the food the half blond brought you.

Speaking of which, you can feel his gaze on you the entire time, awfully sensitively aware of his every movement. He blinked, and you gave in. You turned to him suddenly, breaking the silence first.

“Pretend I didn't say anything earlier…” Your ears turned red at the memory— the embarrassment. So you took another bite of food.

Rayne sighed before speaking.

“If that's what you want.” He sincerely respects your request and you can't help but internally thank him for that.

It might take you a bit to get over the existential crisis but that'll probably be a problem for another time as you allow yourself to be comfortable with the silence now.

Then you got curious.

“So what happened after I blacked out?” Another bite of food.

And so Rayne narrated the events that happened right after you became incapacitated. You learned that the vial that rolled away from the executive contained some sort of magic booster— that explained why the guy was able to stand up and fight again.

You chew some more, listening to the golden eyed male.

“You were able to use your Thirds? How much magic did you even have to do that— heck you had a third line???” you asked, slightly miffed at him.

He shook his head only slightly.

“The spell you casted on me was just enough for me to do a summon. I hid my third line for valid reasons.”

“Fair enough.” You swallowed the last bit of food, fixing the box before putting it aside. You were glad that the last resort spell actually helped a lot.

“Mr. Grantz took a while to meet us since he came across the other executives that fled. He didn't question anything much when he arrived though.” He concluded his story.

“Hmm, is it a mission failure or success? The Bureau had been keeping its eyes on that specific organization after all for suspicious activities…But then again it was only supposed to be recon….” You wondered.

You sighed, remembering how you two got detected and discovered despite your spell and the provided cloaks.

“We wouldn't have been discovered if my stealth spell wasn't imperfect…”

“Stop blaming yourself already.” Rayne speaks up as he takes away the food box and puts it on top of the bedside table.

“The executive was wearing an artifact stolen from the Magical Tools Department that allowed him to detect anything within a certain distance.”

Although he didn't outright say there was nothing wrong with your spell, you felt reassured.

You also realized that this is basically the longest conversation you two held ever since reuniting— somehow makes you nostalgic of how you yapped to him while he talked with you when you were children.

This was Rayne letting you back in through an open door, and you willingly walked inside.

This felt nice.

•°•°•°•°•°•°

“So you're telling me you're not fully ignoring Finn… just making it look like it so that nobody targets him when you reach the top?” You incredulously asked him.

He directed his gaze to you, confirming your question.

So ever since the medbay incident, Rayne had been treating you less coldly now. If anything, we can say that he'd fully let you in. He even let you know about his pet rabbits— which you obsessed over with how cute they were.

You were currently eating lunch with him in the Adler Prefect office— you're unsure why the school decided to add more duties on top of his Divine Visionary ones the moment you two became third years. You had to interrogate him when you remember about Finn moving up to his first year in the highschool department.

“I cover all his school needs and allowances.” He countered.

“Does he know?” He remained silent, causing you to become exasperated.

“Rayne,” you looked at him, “you should seriously talk with him. The poor kid was bullied in middle school and had no one to go to. He turns to me, but I can tell he's hiding some things too.”

He stood his ground on maintaining his distance from his little brother.

You groaned at that.

“You're so intolerable.” The honey eyed male then looks at you with interest.

“You can understand the word now, huh?” Rayne was hinting at something— you realized it was something from your childhood when he insulted you with that but you couldn't understand it anyways.

The male knows how to tease people, apparently— or maybe it was just you… or maybe he learned a few things from you.

You facepalm “Fine, guess I'll continue looking after your younger brother then.” You sighed out.

•°•°•°•°•°•°

You were looking after Rayne's rabbits since he was too busy to do so, and so was his roommate who was apparently the one who suggested rabbit breeding to him in the first place. You gotta wonder how he managed to rope the older Ames into doing it though.

You felt a weight suddenly settle itself on your lap, slightly surprising you before calming down when you noticed it was just a rabbit.

“Usao,” the name of the rabbit, you pat its soft fur carefully as you lightheartedly scold it, “you shouldn't do that so suddenly.”

Nonetheless the affectionate rabbit nestled itself further into your touch as the others also seemed to get the same idea of surrounding you to get the same treatment while staying seated on the soft carpeted floor of the room.

‘The carpet's so soft— most likely for the bunnies to sleep on. ‘

You laughed lightly, bringing out a package of carrot sticks you personally cut earlier to feed the rabbits.

You checked the thermometer mounted on the wall to make sure the temperature was just right. Rayne was pretty particular about his rabbits’ environment and conditions. It was something you found endearing, in a way.

Who knew the cold and stoic Sword Cane was an absolutely rabbit obsessed man? You found it funny how even his comforter and bed sheets were rabbit themed. At least you'd know what to give him for his birthday or the holidays.

You shook away the thoughts, focusing on taking care of his rabbits. The door of the dorm room opened and you turned your head, not expecting anyone else to come in since you were pretty sure Rayne was still out.

‘Maybe he had to get something?’

So a figure emerged and it wasn't Rayne. You and the unknown person froze up upon seeing each other.

The brunette slowly brings his hands up in the air as you quickly point your wand towards him— when and where you pulled it out of, that's a question for another time.

The male was surprised to find someone in his dorm room. What colored him even more surprised was that it was a girl in the men’s dorm.

He racked his brain to try and remember if Rayne said anything about someone else being in the room. Something clicks in his brain.

“Uh… are you the person Rayne mentioned to be the rabbits’ caretaker today…?” He asks, you slightly lower your wand, not fully letting down your guard as the brunette sweats more.

He points to himself, “I'm Max Land, his roommate.”

“Oh.” It clicks, right this is a shared dorm room. You completely lower your wand and tuck it away, careful in not disturbing the rabbits huddled all around you.

“(Y/n) (L/n)... err nice to meet you?” You introduced yourself a bit awkwardly since you kind of just… threatened the poor guy.

Thankfully, the male just laughs, finding the situation a bit funny.

“Nice to meet you. I apologize for interrupting your caretaking time, I just forgot my textbook for my next class.” And so you allowed him to get his things while you wonder why in all your years in Easton, have you never met this guy despite being Rayne’s roommate for all these years too.

“How come we’ve never met each other before despite knowing Rayne for a long time?” You voiced out as the other male paused on his way out.

Max thought about it and you were right. You two shared a look.

Then something clicks in his brain as he brings a fist down into his palm.

“Oh! I think he's mentioned you a few times. Were you the one who helped him out lots of times because you—” The brunette cuts himself off, remembering Rayne’s words about not letting you know that the half blond told him about your… motivations of helping him. The honey eyed male was only asking advice from him on how to make it up to you since he felt bad about it. Rayne probably didn't even mean to expose you since he needed to provide Max with context at least.

He laughs it off, looking at his wrist. “Oh, look at the time! I believe I have to go… Goodluck taking care of the rabbits!” and he disappears.

You raise an eyebrow… He didn't even have a watch on…

More importantly— Rayne definitely told Max about what happened in the medbay. Your eyebrow twitches…

‘I’d have to talk to Rayne later…’

•°•°•°•°•°•°

Rayne comes back to his dorm around sundown— a bit earlier than planned since he managed to finish his business quicker. He opened the door and immediately checked the thermometer on the wall, seeing that it was at the right temperature.

The half blond slipped off his robe as his eyes quickly scanned the room for his pets— finding them huddled in a pile on the carpeted floor. So he trudged over carefully in his socks, having removed his shoes before stepping on the soft carpet.

‘Did she go to the bathroom?’ he thought to himself when he found you nowhere in sight.

He then realizes that his rabbits wouldn't make that big of a pile even if they all huddled up together. The honey eyed male gently picks up Usatarou, confused as to why the bunny wasn't in his favorite spot at the corner of the room.

Rayne looked down again and his eyes were met with the sleeping figure of you cuddling with all his rabbits while holding Usao in your arms.

An arrow shoots through his heart at the sight.

He pulled out a magical tool from nowhere and snapped a photo.

Click!

You stirred in your sleep. The magical vintage camera had defaulted into using a flash.

The half blond was quick to tuck the device away as you started becoming more conscious.

The room was slightly dark as stray rays of sunlight peeked through the window as it sunk into the horizon. It casted more of a golden tinge in the surroundings.

You squint your eyes as it immediately darted to the figure standing near you. You sat up as the rabbits near your head hopped a little bit away but kept close proximity with you.

“Rayne?” You rubbed your eyes, thinking the golden sun rays were creating a hallucination of some sort.

You blinked and he was still there.

“You came back quite early.” You noted as he only nodded and sat himself beside you. Some of his bunnies immediately flocking to him for affection to which he gave them.

You observed him, the usual cold and stoic demeanor he carries himself as basically melting away as an air of softness surrounded him. You stared and unconsciously smiled at the way he caressed his rabbits with care— a barely noticeable twitch of his lips settling on his features.

‘He looks so… pretty—’

You had to snap out of it— he was your childhood friend nothing more, nothing less. You ears were basically tinged with red.

You shook your head and caught Rayne’s attention. The look in his eyes asking if anything was wrong.

You waved your hands around, “Ah it's nothing! Just an unnecessary thought.” You tried to smile it off.

His honey eyes scan your features, noticing how your ears were slightly tinted. But he made no mention of it as he allows himself to completely lay down on the carpet.

“Whatever you say.” He said, mentally wondering if what you were thinking had something to do with what he was thinking. He closed his eyes.

Until he felt your finger prod at his cheek. The half blond opens his eyes only to be greeted by you overshadowing him from above with narrowed eyes. You were slightly pouting too.

Not gonna lie, he thought you were adorable but he won't admit that.

“So how did your roommate ever know about ‘that’?” you asked passive-aggresively.

He just continues to stare into your eyes, unblinking. A mini staring contest.

Rayne sighs as he folds— knowing it was him who was at fault anyways. He was not one to run away from responsibility either.

“He doesn't know the whole thing…” he started, formulating the correct wording, “but I had to provide him with some context so he can provide me advice.” The male explained.

You retract your finger from his cheek, pausing.

‘Rayne? Asking for advice? Now that's something.’

You thought of how considerate it was of him to ask for advice on how to handle you after ‘the reveal’. You always knew your childhood friend was a little bit lacking in the field of socializing and related gestures despite being so strong.

‘Kind of explains how he treats me more warmly now…’ you noted mentally.

You sighed, unable to be mad at him when it allowed for the two of you to get even closer. You then plop yourself beside him, his rabbits now surrounding you both.

“He better be the only and last person.” You grumbled a bit, basically letting him off the hook this time. The dual-colored haired male nods his head as he maintained eye contact.

You then stare up into the ceiling, noticing how the room was slowly turning dark as the sun disappeared further into the horizons.

“So what was the mission this time?” You asked, falling straight back into the habit of asking about his day.

A comfortable atmosphere curtains over you both the same way the darkness did— you two paying no mind to the creeping shadows while you two chattered away.

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BONUS:

Max Land comes back to the dorm room, hoping to apologize to Rayne for almost exposing what the dual-colored haired male told him not to. He steeled himself before opening the shared dorm room.

He was greeted by darkness.

‘Maybe he's not back yet?’

The brunette turned on the light, his eyes immediately darting to the carpeted floor. There laid his roommate’s bunnies.

As well as the peaceful and slumbering forms of you and Rayne.

Max gapes in surprise, putting up a hand to his face to cover his mouth. He stalks closer very carefully before taking a picture.

He internally screams at how he saw this coming even before he met you. His roommate may rarely talk about you, but the change in his expression as he did so didn't escape his keen eye.

‘Now it's just a waiting game of who does the first move.’

bonus art bc of how long I kept y'all waiting

just to be clear, y'all are free to imagine what and how you look like ^^ just wanted to put in the reader/mc so it's easier for me to draw :>

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Pain, Pain Go Away [Getou Suguru | Gojo Satoru]

Content: Established Relationship, Polyamory, AFAB Reader, Menstrual Cycles, PMMD, No Curses AU, Self-Indulgent, POV Second Person, POV Alternating, Remix of a Previous Work, Reader-Insert

Pronouns: None (AFAB)

Original: Old Pains, New Comforts

Header: @/nikki101pistar on Twitter

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This work’s concepts, plot and original characters are my own which means I do not allow any sort of creative theft nor do I allow my work to be entered into any sort of A.I. bots. Thank you for respecting my space and boundaries

Today, you found yourself waking up at the ass-crack of dawn, pulling yourself from your partners' embrace, scrambling around the room for two specific items, rushing into the cold bathroom, and quickly sitting on the toilet. 

You quietly groaned into your hands. 

Your underwear was soiled.

You really hoped you didn't bleed through to the sheets. You dreaded going back to check, not only because you were embarrassed, but because this was your first cycle since switching birth control while living with Satoru and Suguru.

However, despite your fears, you had to check the sheets. So, you quickly cleaned yourself and the soiled underwear (laying them on the side of the tub to dry), and took a deep breath before reentering the bedroom. 

The light was on, and the sheets were off. 

Your heart dropped into your stomach.

Satoru was standing by the bed, scrolling through his phone, and Suguru was nowhere to be found (you assumed that he was in the laundry room).  

"Are you okay?" Satoru softly asked as he approached you.  "Do you need anything?"

You took a step back, shaking your head that was tilted toward the ground. You didn't see the way that Satoru visibly flinched, lips tugging downward.

You wanted to run back into the bathroom, but it was your mess to clean (or finish cleaning, in this case). You turned to the dresser, pulling out a fresh pair of sheets (at least you didn't bleed through to the mattress).

Things were very awkward, even when Suguru returned (You pulled away from him when he tried to reach for you). You still weren't ready to breech the conversation just yet, so you grabbed your phone and charger and relocated to the living room.

Satoru furrowed his brows as he watched you leave. "...what was that about?"  

"First cycle on that new medication, and it's a bad one." Suguru sighed, sitting on the edge of the bed. "We're—and by we're, I mean you, are going to have to be very patience for these next few days."  

Satoru just blinked at him, then shrugged. "Well, it's a good thing I took off today, then."  

"I wouldn't have—" Suguru sighed again, this time more deeply. "You know what. You're just gonna have to learn." Then he pulled back the duvet, "Come to bed."  

"What about Honey?"

"Darling will come back, when Darling wants to come back."

Satoru pouted, looking between the bed and the door. He knew that Suguru was insanely good at reading people, and could trust his judgement, but he also was worried about you and hated going to sleep without at least making sure you were okay before going to bed himself.

"Satoru."

That tone wasn't up for debate, so he begrudgingly joined Suguru in bed. It took him a long time to finally fall to sleep, unfortunately.  

He hoped you were doing okay.

You weren’t okay. The first cycle blurred into a continuous cycle of hell. 

You hadn’t stopped bleeding in five months. 

At some point, the bleeding had become manageable, annoying, but you could deal with it. That should have been fine, but you were on your cycle, which meant your whole body was affected. Your mood plummeted, your appetite fluctuated, you were constantly bloated and just overall felt absolutely terrible. But honestly? You could also deal with that, you’d just have to make more apologizes to your boys. 

What you weren’t prepared for, however, was the blood clots. 

It started one random afternoon, pain shot through your cervix, causing you to jump up from the couch. You knew it was a blood clot, so shifting your gravity should have helped, but it didn’t. The clot didn’t pass, and the pain didn’t stop. 

You were in pain for hours, running back and forth from the bathroom and living room. You thought sitting on the toilet would help the clot pass, it didn’t, so then you tried walking around, which helped, but it still took too long. Not only that, but you also were cramping and needed the heating pad, but couldn’t find a time to use it. So all you could do is cry and bleed, then bleed some more. 

And one day, that’s how Suguru and Satoru found you. Lying on the couch, crying your eyes out. They tried to talk to you, but the pain was too much, you couldn’t hear them over the immense pain that was pounding through your body.  

Suguru stood, running a hand through his hair. “Satoru, we’re going to have to go to the ER—stay here, I’ll pack a bag.” 

Once he was gone, Satoru turned his attention back to you, placing a hand on your knee. "Honey, how are you doing?"

Your face soured at his question, and you only shook your head in response.

“Pain scale—five through ten?”

But you just shook your head again.

Satoru frowned. “Too much pain to think clearly…” The frown deepened when you nodded. “Do you think you can stand on your own?” 

You shook your head. “H-hurts…passing too many blood clots?”

“What?” Suguru’s raised voice announced his presence as he quickly returned to their side. “You’ve been passing blood clots this whole time?”

You nodded, shying away from him. 

“I’m sorry, Darling. I shouldn’t be raising my voice at a time like this.” He then turned to Satoru, passing him the bag he packed. “Pull the car out onto the street, I’ll do the lifting.” 

The ride to the ER was quick, and with two big scary dogs that you called your partners glaring at the reception, you were able to get a room quickly. 

The problems arose when the nurse practitioner came in. She came in as if she knew exactly what you were going through, and as if you were exaggerating the pain you were going through. 

Which…maybe you were, maybe they were right, and you just needed to give the shot 9 months to work—

“So, you’re telling me that bleeding for five months straight and passing blood clots for three months straight every day is fine?” Suguru spoke up, tilting his head at the nurse. “Are you really telling me that we’re here for no reason?”

You tuned out, closing your eyes. You just wanted to go home.

With Satoru hounding the hospital, what would have taken around 6 hours was cut in half. The only procedures, they had you do was blood work and an ultrasound. They sent you home with oral birth control (telling you to stop getting the shots), and something for the cramps. 

“These instructions are for bomb defusal, I swear.” You frowned at the package as you read the instructions again. 

Satoru, who was leaning on you, read them aloud. “Take five tablets by mouth daily for one day, then four tablets daily for one day, then three tablets daily for one day, then two tablets daily for one day, then one tablet daily.” He chuckled, “what the fuck?”

“I’m desperate, what ever gets this shit to stop. 

He stopped himself from sighing, he was going to have to take what he could get.

And it did, within a day of going back to oral birth control, you finally stopped bleeding. 

And once again, did Suguru and Satoru find you crying in the living room.

“Are you still in pain?!”

You shook your head, a wet laugh slipping pass your lips.

“For the first time, in a long time, I’m not in pain.” 

Finally, you were back in control of yourself. No more afternoon pains, no more snapping at the people who were just worried about you. 

"I'm just so happy" You gasped, a hand flying to your mouth as you looked between the two of them. “Oh! I’m so sorry for how I’ve acted these past few months.”  

Satoru sighed, dropping to his knees beside you. “You don’t need to apologize for that.” 

You shook your head, patting his head that had found its way into your lap. "It's really not. I should've tried to talk with the two of you at least a little."

“Maybe,” Suguru began, sitting next to you. “But you had a lot going on for a long time, and you’ve already been gaslit by doctors before. You were trying to be stronger than you needed to.” 

You chuckled, head falling onto his shoulder. "I'm stupidly stubborn when it comes to my period. Get used to it." You gave them both a pat. “Now that that’s all settled, go get cleaned up so we can cuddle—Suguru!” You shoved him away, “Your outside clothes toughed my inside ones, ugh!”

Hello, yes, this version sure seems a bit more pointed, huh?

It's as if someone has been on the Depo shot for five months and has been bleeding nonstop and only after being disrespected at the ER were they able to get some actual fucking help to stop fucking bleeding

ding ding ding

Oh, hey! It was me!

Yeah, I've been in hell lol

Let me know if there's anything specific I need to tag since I gotta a wee bit graphic I think

9/8/24 Edit: So I’m scheduled for a hysterectomy in November!

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See No Dumbass, Hear No Dumbass (Bob Floyd x Reader)

Summary: You guys thought it would be a good idea to take Bob's sister, Aly, to The Hard Deck for some much needed downtime, but you guys learn very quickly on she has neither the time nor the patience for dumbasses

Tagging: @sallyandjack Hailee my love, I apologize that this is so overdue but I hope you'll enjoy it either way. Have a very, very happy New Year my friend

The Hard Deck was starting to get crowded with everyone starting to come in for the New Year's Day celebrations. New Year's Eve had been no less of an eventful night with you and Bob practically making out once the clock had struck midnight.

"Good God I need a drink," his sister Aly signed from the backseat of the truck.

"You want a Dirty Pirate when we get there?" Bob asked her.

"Literally anything at this point," Aly replied with a laugh.

You laughed as you watched them banter back and forth. Thank God both you and Bob had taken up ASL when you did. Aly had been one of the best teachers you could have asked for and it had especially served you well seeing as you had a hard-of-hearing first grader enter your class in the lower grades at the local Steiner school you taught at.

"Thank God it's not as crazy as last night," you sighed, pulling Bob's truck into the parking lot space close to the building. "I thought I was gonna scream trying to get outta here."

"Almost everybody at this point has a hangover sweetheart," Bob chuckled as he helped you and his sister out.

Into the bar you went with all its familiar sights, sounds and smells of drinks being made, food being served and raucous chatter and laughter filling the whole place. To you and Bob, The Hard Deck felt like your Hogwarts or your Camp Half Blood with your best memories having been made right here with all your friends and family.

"Oh look who it is!" Penny greeted excitedly. "Two siblings in khaki and one of the best teachers ever!"

You had to laugh as you, Bob and his sister seated yourselves at the bar. "What'll it be guys?" Penny asked.

"Devil's Purse if you don't mind," Bob answered politely.

"Do you still have that grapefruit and vodka mix from last night?" you asked.

"Absolutely," Penny answered. "And for the other pilot?"

"Dirty Pirate if you can," Aly signed.

"You got it honey," Penny answered.

As soon as Penny had gotten your drinks, she slid the laminated menus your way before the rest of the squad made their way in. All around it was huge hugs and excited remarks as the rest of the Daggers took their seats close by you both.

"Oh my Lord if it ain't Baby On Board's sister!" Jake signed to Aly.

"Hey you're getting better at this, dumbass," she replied with a laugh.

"Stop," Jake insisted.

Everybody joked back and forth about the goings on in their lives, their hopes and aspirations for the new year and of course about upcoming vacation plans.

"Hey, hey honey?" somebody asked. "Can you move? You're in my spot."

Aly gave her a confused look, crunching her eyebrows together.

"The hell's the matter with you?" the girl asked again.

"Well, if it didn't occur to you, Regina George," Jake answered, his words dripping with sarcasm. "She's deaf."

"I wasn't talking to you asshole," the girl informed him, nastily.

"Can I help you bitch?" Aly asked her.

"I'm sorry what?"

"She said, 'can I help you bitch?'" Jake laughed.

"Excuse me?!"

"You fuckin heard me!" Aly shot right back.

The whole bar went a little quiet as Aly and the aptly named "Regina George" in front of her, went at it with Jake translating the insults on Aly's behalf.

"Oh shit," Penny hissed.

"I hope we don't have to break up a fight," you said, wincing.

"Three.......two.......one......." Bob counted down.

One last insult from the dumb bitch down in front had been the last straw for Aly, the two of them lunging at each other and falling straight to the floor near the bar. People jumped back when they went at it, the fight so intense that you and Bob thought you could hear a pair of cats meowing angrily.

"Get her!"

"Get her Aly!"

"Beat the shit outta her Aly!"

There was a collective "OOOOH!" throughout the bar when a shoe went flying halfway around the room. And it was only then that Penny had signaled for Jake, Bob and Rooster to break it up. Aly willingly took her place back at the bar and fixed her hair, but the bitch that had insulted her, ran out with the two lackeys she had come in with, looking like an utter mess.

"Sorry about the fight Penny," Aly apologized.

"Nah honey, it's all good," Penny responded. "Not the worst I've ever seen."

You, Bob and the others all went back to your dinner and drinks, both proud and scared shitless of your sister-in-law.

[shelbgrey]

I was wondering if you could write a Seeley Booth x reader fic possibly with friends to lovers or just let the vibes take you. Thank you :)

Friends to Lovers Headcanons:

Paring: Seeley Booth x Sweets!Reader, Sister!Reader X Brother!Lance Sweets.

Summary: headcanons about the evolving relationship of Agent Seeley Booth and Dr. Y/n Sweets.

A/n: hope you don't mind it being in headcanon form, if you want a short story you can message me with the details or send in another ask for the inbox, I'm all ears :)

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You two start off at 'right person wrong time'. You didn't really know how to deal with a relationship, nor did you have good ones in the past. Then Seeley had his eyes fixated on Temperance Brennan.

You two obviously had feelings for each other, you just didn't realize it, so you started off as friends. Your the older Sister of Lance Sweets and it took a while for him to gain your trust. You were too busy always worrying about your brother and you didn't really like how Seeley treated him at first.

He calls you Lady Sweets and prefers your comapany above all others. He kinda wormed his way into your heart.

“are you always like this?” you asked half annoyed.

“what are you talking about, I'm a joy to be around”

It started off as jokes to break the ice and soon you relized how much you two had in common.

After a couple of cases that tested both of your trust and patience, you guys were well on your way to calling yourselves best friends.

Then it got to the point that he was the only person you felt safe with.

“I'd die for you.. Ya know?” he told you after he almost lost you. “right back at you”

With that you guys usually open up to each other, mostly about people you have a 'crush' on or wouldn't minde getting in bed with, this of course was just a cover up.

But what took you guys longer to open up about was your home lives and his time in the army. Seeley trusts you with everything, even is own life so it was only a matter of time before he opened up about it.

He talked about his time as a snipper and how he lost the people closest to him during that time.

You'd tell about the awful foster homes you and Lance got sent to and how you always had to protect him. Lance was too young to remember, but you took most of the beating for him.

You started crying when you told him the stories, that was the first time he's ever seen you cry. He didn't care just held you in his arms with zero judgment.

When he started having feelings for Temperance Brennan, you were crushed but still supported him. At the time you didn't know why you felt so angry and sad, but you kept between yourself and your Shrink brother.

“I'm NOT in love with Seeley Booth, I love you Lance but please stay out of my love life”

You also hated how much pain she caused him, you had huge respect for Temperance and even consider her one of your closest friends, but Seeley just couldn't get the hint she wasn't ready for a relationship.

And sometimes Temperance doesn't realize what she's saying... To literal and honest that girl.

You hated seeing him so upset. “honey, she's not good enough for you anyway”

The more he hung around with you and the more cases you went on together, the more he realized you may be ✨the one✨... But he's not quite sure, with you, Bones, and work he's not sure what to do and it bugs him big time.

Everyone around you knew what was going on, they saw the way he looked at you and vic versa.

“two genius both in love with this same guy” Hodgins said.

“Brennan isn't in love with Seeley” Cam sighed shaking her head. “my money is on Y/n”

“I have to take Brennan's side on this one” Angela sighed, you don't turn your back on a best friend so you don't blame her.

You always felt a pit of jealously when Brennan was around. You either got incucure about your intelligence or if she was around Seeley, you got shy about your looks. She of course doesn't know and in the end she's a good friend.

But no matter what Seeley thinks your the most beautifulest and smartest person he's ever met. Your an Angel in his eyes.

When things got a little too cosy with Bones and Seeley you spilt your guts out to your little brother. “I'm in love with Seeley Booth”

Lance nodded, not shocked at all. “yeah..”

“what do you mean 'yeah'?”

Lance sighed with a soft smile. “it's obvious... On both sides even, don't you see the way he looks at you?”

You kept that conversation on repeat for about a week and then you and Seeley had a case together. It was easy and you of course solved it.

You were quiet the rest of the night trying to figure out how to tell him. “you okay? your really quiet tonight”

You took a deep breath and looked into those brown eyes you loved so much, so gentle and kind but could be blazing with anger in the next. You loved how much emotion they held.

“I lo... I'm just tired” yup... You chicken out, but don't worry new years rolled around pretty fast and your brother was getting tired of you being scared.

It just started off as a simple new years party, you and Seeley stuck close together and just had a good time, your almost confession didn't even cross your mind. But you couldn't help but notice how handsome he looked, in black dress shirt and leather jacket.

Then the count down started... The 5,4, 3, 2,

And just before one showed up Lance dropped the bomb shell “y/n is in love with Booth”.

All your friends looked at you and all you wanted to do was Shrink into your skin. “happy new year” you said sarcastically and blew your party thingy.

You left without another word, you didn't get to far because Seeley grabed your wrist stopping you.

You sighed and turned around. “wha-”

He pressed his lips to yours in a passionate kiss, it held years of built up tension and emotion was poured into that kiss.

“I love you too” he said, resting his forehead on yours.

Your relationship grew stronger than ever and there was so much weight being lifted from you guys.

You were always kinda touchy-Feely with each other, but now since your his girl he can't keep his hands off of you.

With you, he's like a big teddy bear.

He's super over protective, more than usual now, if you thought over protective best friend was just wait for over protective boyfriend.

He knows you can take care of yourself and he knows your a total badass, but he just wants to keep you safe...let your man's arms be your safe place.

He loves you and would do anything for you.

I think starting off as friends is what made your relationship strong and unbreakable, you love each other through the good and the bad.

“it was worth the wait” he said.

[idv-sunsxin3]

Horropedia// Valentine's Day with S/O

Note// Valentine's Day... Not like i would often celebrate much, but that's why i have my pookies with me./ih

___

Before dating you, I think Valentines' Day wouldn't cross his mind much at first. Besides the idea of buying a gift for his grandpa... or treat himself by using his break looking through horror Galleries and book sections.

It is wrong to say that Valentine's Day is just meant for couples. It's a day for celebrating love in all its forms, from self-love to love between friends and family members after all.

I guess he haven't experienced much about giving gifts to other kinds of people. Like it's sometimes rare to see people give gifts to friends during Valentines' unless they are big BFFs-- Horropedia doesn't have a lot of people to talk with about his interests, nor seeing to be as close to anyone in an extent of being more intimate. Until he got to know you, then established a relationship with you.

"I used to not like this holiday much, you know?" Horropedia would say on every February 14th. Having this smile that seems to be recalling a nostalgic feeling.

"You remind me every year, honey." You would half heartedly say the same.

He would be most likely a bit awkward when it comes to looking through that certain holiday- wondering if he should give you something in your first Valentines' together as couple.

I feel like he wasn't too active in the first year of relationship until the time goes by as he slowly finds himself hanging out with you more often. 

You both probably didn't took much of a deal when it comes to the holiday, going on with your lives as you interact with one another normally like an everyday manner. You both didn't ask much from another besides each other's sweet company.

Eventually, he convinced himself in your 2nd-3rd year dating to get chocolates or even a squishable, like ones of a ghost, plague doctor, or a kitty grim reaper;;;;

Valentines Day will often be the day where you two still have to follow your daily routine. So, during work on his break, he would sneak the gifts on your desk or at your suitcase room before quickly coming back to his spot - rather than giving them to you personally.

4th year is when he decides to give gifts to you personally now, feeling more confident and comfortable in the lovely relationship he has with you.

5th year is when he would happily offer to go to some new place with you after your duties before coming back home to have a sleepover.

So on... some things seem to be done differently after the previous.

Dating Horropedia likely happened after you both knew each other so well since you were at the orphanage, taking care of the grades while also doing these kinds of teenage sillies for the last few years there.

Instead of plants, I would imagine Horropedia giving random mushrooms or a jar of bugs in your locker as a gift of affection(....help)

Either if after that went well or not, he would apologize if you point out that you are not a fan of that stuff- your patience will be well-appreciated as sometimes he can't even read the room himself... 😭🫠😔🥺

But well, during those orphanage years, there are few times during February where you both try out each other's boxed candies or chocolates during lunch period. Sitting together in the cafeteria and trying out the delicacies as Horropedia would randomly infordump whatever he brainrots in those hours/ih

And even currently, while now older, you're still pretty much following that tradition with him.

"See, Josh? This is the true meaning of Valentine's Day!" You would chirp at him as you try the new limited edition of your favorite dessert brand.

"Horror romance movies... a box of wine, and enough candy to kill a horse???" Horropedia notices the now big mountain of sweets with only 2 bottles of wine on the shared tables. Adjusting his glasses by the sight.

"You heard me!"

"Babe, I love you, I do. But If I eat one more piece of chocolate- I think I'm going to throw up."

Nonetheless, you both continue on and just enjoy whatever the limit that seems good enough for the both of you. I had these deep but pleasant conversations and got a bit tipsy in each other's arms on the couch. You both watch these classic and modern films together.

I think Horropedia probably would try to take one single flower arranging class- just to see if he can even make the ideal flower bouquet for you...

It went not so great, effort counts though./ih

One funny story as well is that Horropedia once gifted you something... huge in your 7th year during the orphanage years. Like some kind of ghost busting backpack-

As seniors to the arcanists, juniors couldn't judge much at the sight, knowing you too as they look up to you. Whereas the fellow seniors merely take quick, confused glances before minding their own business, going to their lockers, or rushing their butts to their next class.

Like he suddenly came up to you as you opened your locker and present you the bag sized item that is wrapped in a red bow...--

"Thank you--- but I can't even fit this in my locker, Josh! What should I do?

"Well, looks like you'll just have to carry it around all day! Everyone will know you’re all mine." ;)

Kidding, he'll help you carry it around if it's too much for you to grab- Or even a couple of textbooks as e escorts you to your classroom;;;. X')

I have the feeling that sometimes, I think Horropedia is attractive enough to lure some people in the orphanage during the teens/ih

There would be times when some girls would ask him if he's free to go somewhere with them during the love holiday- but his answers will always be the same. Even after the graduation.

"I'm sorry... Y/N already asked me out- Also, wanna take a look at this horror novel? Pretty cool, huh?" :D

"Oh? A hang out on friday? Ahhhhh,,, sorry, I have plans with Y/N for 3 days starting Friday.... Maybe next time???" <:)

"Date? Oh sheesh, sorry, I'm taken. And I'm very faithful. I will say." :)

"Oh- sorry, dude. I have a haunted mall date with Y/N- and when I say haunted mall, I mean that abandoned, haunted mall from 10 blocks away from here. I'm sure it'll be fun for us- they even plan to bring a picnic basket for lunch! *sighs* i like them so much;;;." <33

Yes. You're the one driving. There are times he would drive normally, and other times he would drive ✨️extreme✨️...

Yes. He'll ramble stuff about "horror" and you in the one same sentence. He just finds that very appealing for some reason-

And if not, he'll probably would seem to be the type to not get too interested in Valentine's Day, often still seeming to behave the same as every other day.. The ones who know him very well can describe otherwise. They would already notice the change on his plans as they seem to have you more involved than usual.

[aboutcustardcreams]

If love is a sin, my stake is already burning

[ z. s & c. g ]

part 1 here

I guess another part is in order after this, what do you think? Hope you're enjoying it as much as I'm enjoying writing it! 🫡🤞🏼

When you appear in front of the Robichaux's Academy of exceptional young ladies, you take a moment to collect your breath. You inhale for three seconds, and exhale for six, a little trick you've learned that helped you get it together. You're glad to be early, everything is so peaceful and quiet. However, it would be way more enjoyable if it wasn't for that annoying ringing in your ears, a constant reminder that Zelda had a point.

Making your way inside the academy, you walk on your tiptoes, heading to the kitchen to fetch yourself a glass of water. You easily find your way there and help yourself with what you need. Your hands tremble as you take sips of your water. After that, you put it in the sink with a sigh. Maybe, it's a simple lack of sugar, you think to yourself. It could be considering you didn't have time to eat anything back home.

You're not normally one that snoops around, but you're desperate to hide that annoying trembling of your fingers, that you're sure, Cordelia would notice. Lifting on the tiptoes you open the top shelf, trying to find anything with a pinch of sugar in it. You're happy to know that at the academy you're not the only witch with a sweet tooth. You find chocolate and nuts bars, rice cakes, plain biscuits, crackers, honey and cookie jar, marmalade and cereals.

You don't really have time nor the patience to sit down and eat properly so you decide to go for a spoon of honey, hoping it would boost your energy. You hum happily as you taste its sweetness on your tongue. It feels nice, you can't deny it. As you do that, a quite familiar chuckle comes to your ears. You immediately recognize the voice, and a wave of warmth rushes over you. You lick your lips, trying to wipe your mouth from any residual of honey, before turning around. There she is, still in her white dressing gown, looking absolutely ethereal.

"Craving sweet stuff, I see," she voices, taking graceful steps towards you. You bite your bottom lip, trying to suppress your own guilty smile. Your lashes flutter, when she is a few inches from you, "I'm sorry, I should have asked," you quickly apologize.

"Nonsense. This is your house," she places her hands upon your shoulders, offering you a gentle squeeze, "You're here early, though," she adds, tilting her head to the side, as to grasp any sign of discomfort in your eyes. The way she looks at you makes you feel both safe and vulnerable. Being the Supreme allows her a lot of things, one of them being a mind reader. But she is way too respectful to do such a thing, without permission.

You wince playfully, "you said that like it's a bother to you," your teasing causes a chuckle out of her, "I can leave and come back later, if you want," Cordelia clicks her tongue, and reaches out to grab both your wrists, "You know that's not what I meant by that, Celeste. I'm always happy to have you around," she confesses, her thumbs graze your skin affectionately.

"Are you now?", you hum, a little sarcastic, earning an eye roll from her. You feel her breath against your cheeks, calm and steady. She hums with a coy smile. You need a lot of willpower to keep your breathing at the same regular rhythm. She seems to notice that and decides to play a little with you, "Don't move," she whisper, and you frown, "Let me just—", she doesn't finish her sentence and you freeze in place when her hand brushes against your side, as she places it over the counter behind you to stabilize herself. Her thighs almost touch yours while she leans forward, "Grab this," Cordelia knows what she is doing, the grin on her face says so.

You hold your breath as her golden hair tickle your shoulder, her arm reaching out to grab herself a glass from the shelf just above your head. You blink in trance, feeling flustered by how Cordelia's front feels against you. Looking down, you spot her breast, and you suck in a breath. Her pupils gape at you doing that, but you don't see it, considering your eyes are elsewhere. You can't help the amused scoff that comes out of her right after. She's surely got a skin in the game. "All done," she mutters simply, backing away.

Your cheeks turn the same color of the setting sun on a summer day.

"Awesome," you reply awkwardly.

She takes a sip of her water, "would you fancy a proper breakfast instead of random spoons of honey?"

You shake your head, "I'm fine with this, thank you," when she gives you a skeptical look, you add, "it's perfectly nutritious," you allow yourself another mouthful of it. She giggles at the way your cheeks fill with honey, the tip of your tongue goes grasping some of it above your upper lip.

"You remind me of those little singing squirrels--" you scrunch up your face at that comment, "Don't tell me you mean the chipmunks?", the Supreme starts chuckling, giving you the answer you're looking for. You want to pretend you're annoyed, but truth be told you find it as funny as she does, if not more.

"No need to be embarrassed, they are adorable," she points out, mesmerized by how pretty you look when you blush. 

You cross your arms over your chest, "You know, flattering me will get you nowhere"

"Would you bet on it?", she adds, with slightly narrowed eyes. She playfully pokes your chest, the tip of her tongue showing as she smiles almost wickedly at you. You hesitate for a couple of seconds, opening and closing your mouth in search for a proper answer, but nothing comes out.

"Wise girl," she praises against your lips.

"Cordelia", your breath falters. If only you were brave enough, you'd take that single step needed to shorten the gap between the two of you. Melt against her body, become one with her.

At that moment, other girls make their way to the kitchen, saving you, or cursing you, you weren't sure. Cordelia pulls back a bit. You couldn't bet on it, but a part of you believes to have grasped disappointment by their intrusion.

You recognize some of your students, which happily wave at you, some of them even tackle you in a big hug. Cordelia melts at the sight before her eyes, her hand comes stroking your back and when you turn to glance up at her, you see pride and gratitude in her eyes.

"Morning, Celeste!" Mallory is the next to greet you, "Morning to you," you respond with a kind smile.

Zoe greets you with poke on your shoulder and a cheeky grin. She briefly glances over Cordelia, who's now rummaging in a pack of pop tarts, "You're here early,"

You snort playfully, placing your hands over your hips, "Glad to see everyone is always so thrilled to have me around," you mutter sarcastically, making a clear reference to what Cordelia had told you before. She freezes as she bites into the pop tart, "Stop it," she half whines, looking absolutely adorable with food in mouth.

"Don't be silly, we all are head over heels for you," Mallory gushes.

You hum jokingly, before remembering one of the reasons why you showed up earlier, "I actually wanted to check on the bay tree's soil before the class."

"Mind if I come with you?", Cordelia is quick to ask.

You bow your head and attempt a knightly curtsy to impress her, "How can I say no to you?"

She peeps her tongue between her teeth. She leads you the way, turning her head just a bit to keep eye contact as you follow her right up, with a lopsided grin.

As the two of you walk towards the greenhouse, Zoe grabs the box of cereals, "I tell you, they will end up sleeping together within the next 10 days."

"I bet you twenty dollars it will happen even before that," Mallory replies with the same confident grin.

The other witch grins, before sealing the deal with a shake of hand.

*

"There you are," you gush, taking a careful look at the cute little bay tree you planted almost three weeks ago. If it hadn't been for your magic, you'd hardly see it stand like that, considering this peculiar species takes a lot to flourish, years even.

Gracefully, you wave your fingers in midair, whispering an incantation to help speed up the process of growing. Cordelia is just behind you, in utter trance, she doesn't dare to spill a word as you do your magic. Her eyes glimmer with admiration as you proceed to tell her the story of the tree. Words spill out freely and passionately, considering you spent years at the Academy of Unseen Arts to learn everything you could regarding herbalism.

"It's an ancient tradition to leave a leaf to dry for a day and then place it under your tongue until it dissolves. The Greeks believed it was synonymous of fortune and victory," your mouth curves into a smile as you take in Cordelia's astonishment. 

"Have you tried it?", she asks with genuine interest.

You crinkle your nose at that, "I never dared to," you chuckle, meeting Cordelia's confused gaze, "They say its bitterness isn't for everybody," you explain.

She hums in understanding, "what other use does it have?"

"I'm so very glad you asked," you grin, mischievously, "It's an essential ingredient for potions that have to do with another marvelous subject, that I'm sure your students would love by the way," you point out.

"Mythology?", her attempt at guessing is cute, you can't deny that.

The tip of your tongue shows up in the next smile you give her, "Conjuring of pagan gods," you say it as if it was like mentioning a trifle.

She hums amusedly, "I adore you, I really do, but that's a no go," you frown at that, your bottom lip wobbles a bit. Cordelia chuckles softly, "You're too cute for your own good," she teases, slightly shaking her head and poking your chest. "Yet your sense of responsibility is stronger than my charm," at your teasing, her cheeks turn a darker shade of pink.

"The girls once summoned the Axeman using a Ouija board and, to keep it short, he almost got us all killed."

Your mouth falls agape, "Oh shit, I'm sorry," you breathe out, "I had no idea."

She dismisses it with a small smile, as if it now became a silly story to laugh about. "I don't want you to think I don't trust you because I do. This Coven's just been through a lot, so I've learned you're never too careful," she explains, and you reach out your hand to grasp hers. She smiles at the gesture, her eyes lock in your now intertwined fingers, "I'm trying my best to not make the same mistakes of my mother."

"You're nothing like her," you say, beyond any doubt.

"Thanks, petal," that pet name sends you a tingle in your stomach.

You smile and give her a nod of your head, before refocusing on the bay tree on the table, already missing her hand in yours.

"It looks like a lollipop, doesn't it?", you chirp.

The Supreme hums in thought, as she examines the plant more closely, "Well, now that you point it out, I see it," she giggles, leaning against the table with her elbows.

You reach for the water can to dampen the soul around the tree's roots. Her eyes drop to your hands, and you put all your efforts to stabilize your tremor, but it doesn't work out as much as you'd like to. The water can shakes visibly and you mentally curse yourself, sure that Cordelia's noticed that too. You clear your throat, trying to switch her focus on your voice rather than your actions, so you start telling her more about the bay tree's needs and care. But Cordelia isn't stupid. She sees what you're doing when along with the uncertainty of your hands comes a sudden stuttering of your voice.

"Sweetheart, hey," she coos softly, eyebrows knitted in a frown, "What's wrong?"

You almost shudder, when her fingers move a strand of hair from your face, behind your ear, "Nothing, I—“, your lashes flutter close for a moment. While your mouth troubles you with mixed feelings about her, your tremor intensifies, making it impossible for you to hide. Your own legs feel like jelly, and you wish there was a chair behind you to sit down. "Let me just," you need to get out of that situation, so you turn around, pretending you're in need for a trowel, but you move too abruptly.

"Shit," your curse under your breath, having dropped the watering can on the floor, sending splash of water on both yours and Cordelia's legs. You bow down so abruptly that a wave of dizziness washes over you keeping you there, unable to get on your feet by yourself. Concern etches across the Supreme's features, "Celeste," she kneels down right next to you, "You need to tell me what's going on, please."

You shake your head wearily, "I'm fine," you insist, trying to stand up, but your wobbly knees don't let you. With a wave of her hand, Cordelia dries both the floor and your clothes, "You're not fine," she counters softly. Your face is rather quickly losing its natural color, but you can't see it. However, she does.

"Sweetheart, you can be honest with me," she wants to read your mind, grasp that information herself, but she can't. It wouldn't feel right.

"There's nothing to say, I felt a wave of dizziness, that's all," avoiding meeting her gaze, you look at the time on your wrist, noticing it's time to go to class.

"How about we ask Coco to cover for you? Just for this time?"

You make a face, "With all due respect, Coco isn't exactly specialized in ancient tongues," you point out, earning an eye roll from the Supreme, "Fair point," you give her a - glad we both agree - look, before heading out the greenhouse, or trying to. Cordelia walks right beside you, with no intention to drop the topic.

"Celeste, you're not listening to me," she pleads, concern vailing her voice, "Zelda, she said—“

You freeze on the spot, then turn around, "Zelda? Wait, so, you talked to her?", you narrow your eyes, in disbelief.

"She called me this morning, yes," she admits with a nod, "She was worried about you and now I see why."

Cordelia had promised not to say a word about it, but she couldn't help it considering you're being both stubborn and unreasonable, as always trying to hide how you truly felt around them. It was a mystery to both witches why you acted the way you did. You gave them mixed signals, because on one side, you were always so eager to spend time together, but you also shut them out every time something was bothering you.

"So you studied me, to see if she had a point."

Cordelia groans and rolls her eyes, being used to your passive aggressive behavior whenever you feel like you've been tricked, "Why is it so hard for you to understand that we care for you?"

If only you could see the truth, you'd know what both Zelda and Cordelia truly felt for you. It was more than a mere fondness, more than a pathetic interest, a fleeting crush or whatever. Both witches were in love with you, but they just didn't know how to tell you, without risking upsetting you, or worse, losing you.

"Why did you transmute here this morning, despite feeling unwell?"

You stay quiet, nibbling on your bottom lip as a wave of nervousness washes over you. How could you tell her the real reason why you kept going back and forth despite the exhaustion that has taken over you.

"I wouldn't have been mad if you asked for a couple of days off, you know," she coos softly.

Her heart breaks when she spots tears prick at the corner of your eyes. Your eyes well up with tears, because you feel like shit, both physically and emotionally and it pisses you off.

"I-I..", your own voice betrays you. Suddenly your blinking intensifies, as long as your heartbeat. It quickly escalates as your feet and hands turn cold and clammy. Cordelia's eyes snap wide open as she calls your name a couple of times, her voice sounds like a far echo to your ringing ears. You know what's coming, and it absolutely enrages you.

"'m s-sorry," before you know it, everything turns pitch black.

[dreams-and-drabbles]

A fellow Honkai fan!! Could I request hcs for Mobius and Elysia seeing someone flirting with their s/o and getting jealous? I am suffering serious Mobius brainrot rn... hope you have a good day!

[★] Absolutely!!! 100%!!! I do not blame you in the slightest!!! All the Flame Chasers are just so—fhdhsjsisjajai.

Elysia was known to have the patience of a saint— Her kindness was said to have no bounds, and she was often put on a pedestal by others. In reality, this couldn’t be less true. No one person, could be that kind or patient all the time— Elysia knew that she wasn’t as kind as others made her out to be, nor was she as patient— Not really. Most of it was a front, something she did to help others feel more comfortable. In a world overrun by Honkai, true kindness was rare— There were only two people she could think of as truly kind. Eden, and then— You. Oh, how she adored you— As such, she found herself in her current predicament…

She could tell you were surprised by the attention you were receiving, given your awkward laughter, and attempt to divert the other person’s attention— She felt a rush satisfaction, seeing you spurn their attempts to flirt with you. You, after all, were her dearest— So long as she held her place in your heart, she would not accept anything less than your full devotion. Of course, she was fully devoted to you, as well. Oh, it was no secret that she was entirely enamoured with you, which was a huge factor in what made this little even so frustrating!!!

Did her kind demeanour, by any chance, make others think that she’d be okay with something like this? If that was the case, then she was more than willing to show how cold she could be, as well. Not to mention, this person—still trying garner your attention. Did they have no self control?! Not to mention, you were taken, by her!!! Yet— Yet they flirt with you in a place that she also works, knowing that she’s in a relationship with you, and you’re clearly uncomfortable, as well!!!

Elysia’s fists clenched as they reached for you, and she very briefly considered a small slip of her hand— It would be so easy, too, but she reserved such things for the Honkai. No matter how mad she may be, seeing this, yet that didn’t mean she couldn’t intervene in other ways…

“Dearest, I didn’t expect to see you here!!! I thought you had today off~!” Elysia chirped, bounding over to you with a cheerful smile on her face.

Her violet eyes were chilly, as they landed on the person next to you.

“Oh? I’m sorry to interrupt, but my partner and I made plans for this evening ~! Isn’t that right, darling?” She inquired, her tone as thick as honey and equally as sweet.

You, to your credit, nodded—

You were thankful for the interruption, although, a bit surprised at the obvious shift in your girlfriend’s demeanour. The other person stammered their apology, as Elysia steered you away, a hand clasped tightly around your shoulder—

When the two of you were out of earshot, she released her grip on your shoulder, and sucked in a deep breath.

You met her gaze, an apology forming on your lips, but she cut you off by pressing her lips against yours.

Your cheeks burned at the unexpected action, and she pulled away, with furrowed brows.

“You were uncomfortable, weren’t you?”

She asked, her tone hushed, and you nodded at her words. It was difficult, at times—

You were used to fighting monsters, not talking to other people…

“I was too…When I saw them pushing you like that…I was livid.”

She admitted, averting her gaze, her cheeks tinged a soft pink.

You swallowed at her words, taking her hand in yours, with a small smile.

“Next time, I promise you won’t need to save me.”

She nodded at your words, her eyes softening, and she squeezed your hand lightly.

“Even so, I’d like to be there regardless.”

You’d always been far too nice to others. Mobius had told you that a multitude of times, and she would continue to tell you that, until you stopped letting others walk all over you— It was an irritating habit of yours, yet equally endearing. You tried so very hard to do what was best for the people. She’d been like that too, once, but the Honkai were as strong as ever— Even for one such as herself, it seemed to be a pointless struggle. You were different, though. Your persistence inspired her, in some ways, and she found it easier to conduct her research in your presence. She appreciated your presence, but not so much the presence of others— Especially, particularly nasty pests who dared to encroach upon your quality time…

She watched the person’s sad attempts to flirt with you through narrowed eyes, waiting for the perfect moment to put an end to their pitiful display— Really, she’d been ever so clear that you were her muse, you were her favourite subject, and she hated it when others messed with anything that she’d deemed her own. Not to say, that you weren’t your own person— No, you were very unique, and Mobius wouldn’t have liked you nearly as much as she did, had you not been anything but yourself. She had very little patience for those with no sense of autonomy.

That being said, she also had very little patience for those without an ounce of self control— Such animalistic behaviour was better fitting of the Honkai, not her fellow human beings. The second that beast extended their hand towards you, she saw red, as she made her way over to intervene.

“[F/N], you were going to help me run a few tests, correct?”

She spoke, her tone of voice eerily calm, as she approached your location.

Her eyes landed on the person beside you, and she offered them a predatory smile.

“You’re welcome to join us, as I happen to be in need of a guinea pig.”

Mobius purred, and the person beside you shuddered, before hastily excusing themselves.

You glanced at Mobius, who offered you a playful smile, her eyes narrowed in delight.

She resembled a cat, who’d gotten a hold of a particularly plump mouse.

“Oh, come now. It was rather entertaining, was it not? Did you see them scurry off like that? They’d have made a wonderful guinea pig.”

You shook your head, an amusing smile on your lips. “Thanks for the extraction, Mobius.”

Mobius hummed, her eyes twinkling mirthfully, as she extended a hand for you to take.

“Of course, [F/N]. Still, you’re way too nice to these people, at times. I must ask, are you trying to make me jealous? If so, it’s working rather well for you.”

You took her hand, your cheeks flushed at her revelation, and you shook your head in vehement denial. “No, no—!!! Of course, not!! You’re—“

Mobius chuckled, her eyes glinting mischievously, and you frowned.

“You’re such a tease, Mobius.”

She pulled you closer to her, her fingers still tightly entwined with your own, and she brought her other hand up to cup your cheek.

“You’re one to talk, [F/N].” She murmured playfully, trailing her thumb over your lips.

You opened your mouth to protest, but she pressed her thumb down, a sly expression on her face. “Ah, ah— I’m not finished yet. You’ll still help me run those tests, correct?”

She spoke, removing her thumb from your lips.

You nodded, offering her a small smile.

“Of course, I did promise.”

Mobius smiled, her expression one of delight.

“Mm. Yes, you did, and I promised it would be fun this time… Well then, shall we?”

[princessmacedon]

[ Sweet Bun Trio ] - A selection of traditional Faerghus pastries, all small enough to be eaten in one delicious bite! The first bun is filled with sweet cream and topped with icing and a candied cherry. The second is a sweet roll filled with almonds, pecans, and dried cranberries and glazed with honey. The third is a bun sliced in half, filled with almond paste and whipped cream, dusted with powdered sugar on top.

Vaguely, the idea had come to mind after some time spent at the ball—that around that time last year, Maria had found her way to him, primarily as the consequence of a brawl he’d found himself in.

There was no brawl this time (unless one wished to call his encounter with Michalis to be that sort of thing), but inspired by the threats of a certain redhead, the Moonstone drifted to the refreshments, then into the crowd, then to the side of one familiar in the mix of countless unknowns. Free hand takes a feather and places it in her hair such that it would mirror the one given to her brother (though perhaps more seen), and then, rather announcing himself—

“ Hello there, Maria. ” (An eye looks for Michalis before casting itself at the shorter girl.) His other hand (the one holding the platter) then emerges from behind his back, giving all three of the pastries to his target. With a smile typical of his expressions, he elaborates:

“ These are for you. ”

(pretend i detailed the buns it's presently an unreasonable hour for me haha)

Eventually even Maria relinquished her brother's cloak, sorely though she has missed him, with the hope that in spite of all the ways he has forgone his own happiness, he might find someone with the patience for all his thorns -- someone he can call a friend. Such bright hope and overwhelming trust would then, of course, never think to doubt the appearance of Sir Valter at her table.

For he is her friend, is he not? ...ah, well, perhaps not quite, but near enough to it from what she understands of his terms that she is happy nonetheless.

"Hello, Sir Valter!" A typical smile meets and makes an entirely expected grin, the weight of the little princess' full attention drawn to him with little more than a curious forward-lean. He has always been good to her, but she has never known him to be overly nor overtly generous. And with such a smile... that is a mischief-making smile if ever she's seen one.

That is, if she's reading him rightly. The want to understand is there at least, if not the ability. Soft fingertips touch the edge of the plate in even intervals, marveling at the gift of sweet buns (they always look so tasty!), and he has always been good to her.

"Mm... yummy!" Having taken a bite, she obscures her mouth with a delicate hand, the other setting the bun back on the tray. Following a moment's pause to chew and swallow, Maria turns her rosy-hued gaze back to Valter with the glittering, unspoken question of just what mischief she'd partaken in.

"Do you want some?" But she doesn't demand to know what it is -- doesn't foist any culpability on him, either, only turning the nearby bowl ever so slightly with the tip of a finger. "Oh! Or... do you even like sweets? I have pomegranate and mint candies too, if that's better." Maybe he was stingy with his answers, just like her favorite mockingbird? Her eyes squeeze shut in a fond little laugh. "Either way, thank y... huh?"

Crimson tresses sway with each shift of her head, a motion she is well familiar with, but in it there is something new. Maria blinks once, blinks twice, then raises a bun-sticky hand, brushing it with the back of her knuckle so as not to sully it. The familiar texture--

"Ah! You got me?" A peal of quiet giggles, falling like rain as she wrings her hands in her napkin, busying herself with fetching her own brooch and quite content to let Valter's lay where he'd left it. "Here, you can have mine, too!"

[thenextdawn-temporarilyclosed]

Family meetings

Word count: 1.5K

Summary: requests here , here and here

Warnings: none

Pairing: Wednesday X Fem!Reader

There you go! This is the story with the three requests combined. Hope you like it!🖤✨

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When you were a little kid you lived in the spookiest neighborhood of town, known as “the outcasts neighborhood”. You never understood why it always had such a bad reputation, you were happy to live there and you were raised by your mother as a very educated little girl. Your mother was a lone wolf who was exiled from her pack because she fought with the alpha, so when you were born it was just the two of you. She always took good care of you and you loved her so much. 

Luckily the two of you weren’t completely alone, your mother’s best friend, Morticia Addams, would always invite you two at her house so that they could chitchat about old times and so that you could play with her daughter Wednesday. You two grew up very close with each other, and eventually when school started she didn’t do really good in school because she was always thinking of something else so you, being older by two years, would always help her and eventually ended up playing. You were still kids after all. One day as you two were studying, Morticia came in to bring you two some mid-afternoon snacks.

“Thank you aunt Morticia!” You told her. Since you spent most of the time there at their place, you had started calling her aunt and she didn’t mind that. The woman smiled kindly at you and put a hand on your shoulder, that’s when she had a vision. She saw you and Wednesday, all grown up and in Nevermore’s uniform. You were looking at her the same way that Gomez looked at her. There was so much love in your eyes, she knew that you two were meant to be. “Auntie are you okay?” You asked her, she heard you because her vision finished. She smiled at you and her daughter again. “Yes I’m more than fine Honey. Enjoy your snack” she kissed her daughter’s forehead and left the room, leaving you two alone.

One day though you had to start high school. Of course you would have to go to Nevermore, but you had to move. After saying your goodbyes to Wednesday and Morticia, and having told them that you wouldn’t forget them, you moved to Nevermore with your mother, only you never saw or heard from Morticia nor Wednesday again, for two years. The day Wednesday started high school you immediately recognized her and went to hug her. She had recognized you but moved back from you.

“Wednesday it’s me, it’s (Y/N), do you not recognize me?” You asked her, furrowing your brows and pulling away from her “I do recognize you. I just don’t think it’s necessary that we hug. I’m allergic to physical contact” she told you. But eventually you grew even closer than how you were as kids. You could say you were best friends, even though she never allowed you to hug her. You never tried hugging her because you respected what she said, but you missed her hugs, you missed feeling her close like when you were kids. The situation they had as kids had also reversed. Now You were the one needing tutoring and even though Wednesday would constantly lose patience with you she’d still help you.

You slowly grew to fall in love with her. Maybe you had always been, but now you were mature enough to understand that this feeling was different from any others. The love you felt for her wasn’t the love friends have, it was stronger. The way you looked at her was just way different, and you couldn’t actually figured out if how she looked at you was love or well, nothing. She definitely cared about you, but the way she showed it was very hard to understand.

Eventually parent’s week came and you couldn’t wait to hug your mother again, but she didn’t show up when everyone else did. You had to admit you were sad, you didn’t know if she would be coming, she might as well not to since that this was the week with the full blood moon and she always was weird and couldn’t actually control herself. However as everyone went to their parents you just walked in the quad, finding some place to sit.

“(Y/N)? Is that you?” You turned around to see who called you, and you smiled brightly when you realized that it was Morticia. You speed/walked over to her and she embraced you in a hug which you reciprocated, Wednesday looking at you and rolling your eyes jokingly, but it was hard to recognize that. Eventually you pulled back from the hug, god you had missed the woman so much and she was just as beautiful as the last time you saw her. “Mrs Addams it’s so good to see you again” you said smiling brightly and she kept a hand on your shoulder “my dear you can quit the formalities, let me remind you that just a couple years ago you were calling me Auntie” she said as she ruffled your hair. You have always been like a daughter for her. Being a single mom, your mother raised you with Morticia.

You giggled and fixed your hair before the woman in front of you started talking again “so, how have you been?“. In the meantime Wednesday had moved to talk to her father and brother “I’m fine actually, this last period has been quite.. exhausting” you said kind of chuckling as you looked at Wednesday with a small smile, Morticia following your look. “Let me guess, now she’s the one tutoring you and she has no patience” the taller woman told you and you nodded laughing. “Where’s your mother anyway?” She asked looking around “she’s not arrived yet. This week there’s the full blood moon. You know how she is when it happens..” you looked down kind of sadly, but you knew it wasn’t her fault.

That day you spent it with Wednesday’s family, and the next day when you went to the quad to where everyone else you saw your mother looking for you. “Mom!” You ran to her and hugged her happily. She hugged you tightly and rubbed your back “I thought you weren’t coming!” You said and pulled back from her. “I managed to. The full blood moon is on sunday so we have all the time we want” she said smiling. “Tell me how have you been? Everything alright with Wednesday?” Of course you had been sending her letters talking about the girls, so her informations were up to date. “Yeah, we’re spending a lot of time together just like when we were kids. I’m glad she came here too” you told her and turned to look at her, who was now talking to Enid.

Your mother saw how you looked at her. She has been thinking for a while already that you weren’t straight, she had realized it by how you spoke about Wednesday in each letter you would send her. Of course she accepted you as she loved you so much and knew that Wednesday was the perfect girl for you. However she didn’t say anything. “So, is Morticia Here? I would love to say hi to my best friend after two years” you smiled at her words and led her to where she was. Yours and Wednesday’s family ended up having lunch together, until your mothers talked and decided it was time for them to switch. You spending time With Morticia and Wednesday with your mother.

“So Wednesday tell me, how are things with my daughter going?” Your mother asked her. Of course you and Morticia where somewhere else “Alright, she sucks at math and in every other subject, but she’s fine, no offense” Wednesday started. “None taken” your mother said smiling. She noticed how Wednesday would look away from her. By now she knew that when Wednesday did this it was because she was hiding something, especially her feelings, but your mother decided not to push on it. “Well aside from study, (Y/N) has a lot of other positive stuff. For example, did you know she likes to play the piano?” Wednesday’s eyes turned at that and with them her head “really?” The brunette replied “yeah! She always insisted on not telling you because she wanted you to feel special, but she’s really good!” Wednesday hinted a smile as your mother kept talking to her about you.

In the mean time you were spending time with Morticia instead. “Can I tell you something (Y/N)?” She asked you. You were looking at Wednesday with heart eyes but Morticia distracted you and made you turn to look at her “yeah sure go ahead” you said, smiling at the woman in front of you. “When you two were kids I had a vision. You and Wednesday were here at Nevermore” she looked at you and you smiled “well that was pretty obvious right?” She looked at you shaking your head with a smile. “You were looking at her the same way Gomez Looks at me. Eyes full of love and admiration and all sorts.” You blushed and looked down turning to look at Wednesday, who was now smiling slightly at your mother. God she was so pretty.

“You love her don’t you?” She asked you, once again turning your head to look at her “n-no I don’t…” you lied, but it was obvious from your face and Morticia knew that. “My dear, you know I can see right through you, do you?” You smiled at her, turning once again to look at Wednesday who was now looking at you.

And you two finally realized and accepted that you were in love with each other.

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A Fraction of Justice (Chapter #25)

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Chapter #25. Alexander does his level best to tell all about his recent misadventures.

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A Fraction of Justice

Chapter #25: Give a Little

[Alexander’s POV]

She stared at me earnestly, her fingers leaving warm impresses along my spine and in my lap as she gently supported my weight. I knew beyond the shadow of a doubt that she meant what she said: she genuinely wanted to listen to me.

This was… a novel sensation. I felt the slightest tightening in the back of my throat as I considered it. She was perched just above me, her hair cascading in waves down her shoulders as she regarded my comparatively small person, cradled between her fingers and thumb. I shifted around beneath her touch, feeling hesitant but eventually resting my hands atop her thumb (there was nowhere else to comfortably place them as her largest digit had commandeered the better part of my lap). This was all a bit too intimate for my tastes, but I supposed it was a small price to pay for having her rapt attention. 

I allowed myself the small risk of leaning my weight on her fingers behind me, releasing all resistance to gravity from my muscular system. In spite of myself, I had to admit that simply relaxing felt wonderful… there was a part of me, I couldn’t believe such a part existed, that wanted to forget about the living hell that was the veterinary clinic and simply luxuriate in rest, right here. 

But of course, there was no time for such ridiculous indulgences. I had to seize the moment while I actually had a human willing to hear me. Surely she would grow complacent and disinterested over time. I had to strike while the iron was hot. 

As I craned my neck to take her in, the tension in her jaw, her furrowed brow and hard eyes told me just how defensive she was over me. Not that I needed her to protect me… nor particularly cared how she felt. Why did I feel the sudden need to shift beneath her thumb again to compose myself? I tried to ignore whatever it was and  tilted my gaze upwards to lock on to those warm irises. 

I cleared my throat and stacked my spine, ready to confide in the one human I could at least somewhat trust. She gazed back into my eyes, and I could practically feel the anticipatory worry coming off of her in waves. Get ready for your blood to boil, Natalie…

“Well?? I’m holding my breath over here… I can’t ever get you to shut up and now is the time you decide to go silent??” She pressed the pads of her fingers against me as she stared, hungrily awaiting the news. 

“Oh, alright! Calm down! I’m getting to it! You humans, always so demanding! You want what you want and you want it NOW. Have some patience and decorum will you???” I huffed, crossing my arms over my chest as I jutted my chin in defiance. But as I gazed into her irises and felt the soft warmth of her hand surrounding me, I burst into a grin in spite of myself. 

She couldn’t help but bite her lip and roll her eyes, “Is being shitty to me like the way you get life force or something? I liked you better when you were all cute and high off your ass—“ 

“Excuse me? When I was what?” 

“Nothing, don’t worry about it… tell me what happened!” 

“Fine! We’ll put a pin in that then…” I eyed her disapprovingly as I prepared myself to tell all, “Well, from the moment she took me away, it was simply reprehensible! You disappeared behind the door and they carried me off and… they were so infuriatingly condescending! They spoke to me like a petulant child, while poking and prodding. I kept demanding that they treat me and was flatly ignored. I have abrasions and bruising along my obliques from the pressure of their fingers….” I watched as her eyes got wide and her brow furrowed in concern. Her fingers moved in just a millimeter or two closer, as if she could shield me from what had already happened, “They were awful, especially the one with the black hair—“ I couldn’t help but clock the almost involuntary twitch of her brow as I spoke, “She, in particular, had a penchant for cruelty. Her male counterpart was stupid more than anything else. The other woman, she was kind. She kept doing her best to advocate for me, but to no avail….” 

“Alexander… I’m, I’m so incredibly sorry. I should never have taken you there. I-I didn’t know!” I was hardly listening to her, however, as a sinking feeling permeated my every muscle, “H-hey…. Hey, earth to Alexander…. Hello? What’re you… why are you 1000-yard-staring right now like you’ve just seen a ghost?” 

“Hm? S-sorry… it’s just… it’s nothing… where was I? Yes…. The woman with the glasses. She seemed compassionate but she was weak and low down in the pecking order so it did me no good. I… I remember her, the black haired one, pinning me down to take a picture of me… I ran… she grabbed me. The pain was unfathomable… and then… well… it was dark for a while? I had tubes coming out of my mouth. I remember my heart racing and…. I was lying down and I couldn’t breathe. They held me down and stuck a needle in my arm… I…. I was in a lot of pain, I think….”

She paused for a long while, “… You... think? Um, look I don’t know how to say this delicately, without you getting pissed off at me… but it sounds like, while they were very very condescending and disrespectful of you, which, to be clear is fucking awful… they didn’t technically do anything legally wrong… you made it sound like there was hell to pay. Please, don’t misunderstand, I am more than happy to file complaints for negligence… I just don’t think it’ll result in anything more than a slap on the wrist without stronger evidence. And… please don’t scream at me, but I don’t think them teasing you counts as grounds for litigation…” she winced as she spoke, no doubt expecting me to berate her, but her words were the least of my concern.

My mind was a blur. My heart thundered in my chest as she spoke. I was certain something particularly awful had happened… something unforgivable. But the sequence of events vaporized in my mind’s eye… like a candle snuffed out, leaving behind only a wisp of silvery smoke where vibrant heat and light should be. A sinking feeling emerged in the pit of my stomach. 

“Did they administer the wrong drug, like you were afraid of?  Were there clear signs of malpractice?”

“Yes! There were!” 

“Okay, like what?”

“I am certain there were!! I just… um…” I stared up at her, wide eyed and blinking like an imbecile, panic rising ever so rapidly in me.

“You don’t remember do you?” She looked crestfallen as she spoke. 

I grit my teeth, snarling, “Don’t say that! I do! Of course I remember! I always remember! I have an infallible memory. I just… have to think…”

“Alexander? Hey….” The pad of a thumb tucked under my chin, but I pulled away and stared at the lines in my hands, refusing to meet her gaze. Her persistence was beginning to irritate me. Didn’t she know a man who needed to gather his thoughts in peace when she saw one? She continued, undeterred “…there’s no shame in forgetting. They put you under, it messes with your memory. I… and don’t get mad at me for saying this, but… I could tell you were scared when she took you away. Is it possible your fear of what could’ve happened is what you’re calling to mind?” 

Her thumb pressed into my cheek and I squirmed to avoid her, “Stop it! Stop with the coddling, I don’t need it! When have I ever asked you to caress me? Please, I'm trying to recall something very important and all you’re doing is distracting me! And what sort of a question is that? Are you accusing me of making things up?? I know my own mind. If I felt like that, something must have happened…” 

She seemed taken aback, “I’m sorry! Look, if you say something happened, I believe you. All I want is for you to know I’m on your side, that I care about you and that I want you to feel better. I mean, look, I want to kill them already for being shitty and cruel to you. That’s seriously fucked up. I’m not trying to condescend to you, just to comfort… and, for the record, I’ve never once called you weak…” she leaned in closer, a finger tip gliding over the crown of my head. I didn’t like her dominating over me like this. It was a mockery of my very stature. I couldn’t help but burst.

“Now is not the time to get defensive! Please, allow me to focus for a singular moment on the task at hand! And stop with all the petting, it’s simply maddening!” I batted at her fingers, my hair falling wildly in my eyes. 

She whisked her hand away, it was suddenly at least twenty degrees cooler as the current of air generated from the movement of her arm cooled my skin. I had to catch myself with my hands pressed into the soft fabric of the bedsheets to keep from falling flat. Her eyes were hardened, glassy. 

She tucked one arm beneath the other as she leaned on the bed, suddenly distant, hurt, “Goddammit, Alexander, I’m doing everything I can think of to be supportive. Okay? You act above it all and like you fucking hate me but I know that’s not true. So please stop it. Let me show you some love and support. I’m just trying to be kind. It’s not gonna kill you to be touched or taken care of….” 

“Look, Natalie… I don’t have time to address your wounded pride and I’m not interested in having an argument right now about your violation of my personal space—“ 

“—violation? You didn’t act that way when you were high off your ass an hour ago. You loved it when I held you. You leaned into the warmth of my hand and cuddled against me.  What’s changed now? Just that you feel like you have something to prove and it’s you versus the whole world? Hm? Is that it? Because it doesn’t have to be like that. Don’t you see that now? I’m right here, Alexander, and I want to help.” 

What on earth was she talking about?! Yet another thing I was apparently incapable of recalling. I burned. This wasn’t fair, none if it was… I knew I’d been through something excruciating and I was determined to get to the bottom of it, but, instead, I had to listen to this human blubber on about how she couldn’t play with me like a doll as much as she desired. I couldn’t help but roll my eyes. 

She didn’t like that seemingly at all, “Hey! You have no idea what it was like for me in that waiting room. I was terrified for you. And they kept telling me all this shit about how your leg was broken and surgery was the only option. I kept asking and asking to see you, just to hold you in my hands and know you were okay and they told me you were fine. They kept shooting down my questions, assuring me… That you were better off in the back, so you’d stay calm… b-but I guess you weren’t. They were torturing you and I was just sitting there in the other room! You were terrified and I wasn’t there to help! That breaks my heart. Do you realize that? I’m sorry, okay? If, if I made the wrong decision… If you’re angry with me…. I understand. I do. It’s all my fault that they frightened you because I hand delivered you to them. I never meant to hurt you, Alexander. Please believe me. Hate me all you want, okay, because I’m not turning my back on you. I won’t stop looking out for you even if you hate my guts. I’d never do that… b-but I have to know, do you really not give a fuck at all about me? Because just a little while ago, you said some things… that, that made it sound like you don’t totally hate me. You seemed to enjoy me treating you with softness. I just want to know if that’s true because I…. I care about you… okay? I do. And not just in a shitty condescending or possessive way, like you always accuse me of. You’re not mine to own. I know that. You’re your own man. You’re here by accident. You never asked for this… or me. I see you, Alexander. I know you’re a person who’s trying so hard to make something of himself in spite of the odds. So, please, please let me in a little, will you? I promise, all I want is to help.” 

I paused for a moment, taking it all in, beneath a furrowed brow and tight jaw, before meeting her gaze. She wanted to help, did she? Was it possible that I could trust her with my long term aspirations? Would she listen with respect if I told her I had plans to change the world, rather than laugh in my face? Would she really dedicate herself to helping me parse out this case currently before us? I felt a twinge of possibility stir in my soul… a ray of hope ignite the blood in my veins.

 Her huge golden brown eyes were on the verge of tears, and I couldn’t help but release the tension in my shoulders, relenting. With a sigh, I spoke to her, softly, with consideration, “Okay, alright. Come here…. Give me your hand…” I stretched out my arms, inviting her to bring her fingers closer. I couldn’t exactly get up and come to her after all.

 She hesitated, giving me a distrustful and quizzical look as if to question wether this was a trap. I gestured hurriedly for her to move her hand before me, “C’mon, closer. I won’t bite… this time, I promise…” I couldn’t help smirking in the crooked way I tended to do, which had always been rather embarrassing for me. She inched ever closer until the pad of her middle finger was before my lap. I cupped it with my right hand, the full width of it barely fitting between my fully outstretched fingers, as my left hand came to rest on her nail bed. I stroked her nail a few times, “There, there… is this what you needed?”  She stared at me, her face twitching, before she burst into laughter. I was shocked, what was so funny?? 

****************  That was truly the most awkward attempt at comfort I’d ever seen! He was just sort of stiffly petting my nail bed while looking rather uncomfortable himself. My body shook with laughter, “You poor little bastard!!” I wasn’t even angry or hurt anymore. How could I be? His face turned a bright shade of red as he stared with sharp eyed intensity, truly baffled, “Your comfort game needs a little work, sweetheart!” I started crying I was laughing so hard. 

“W-what?? I thought…” he blubbered wordlessly. 

“Oh my god, you tried, little robot. You really did. D-don’t worry, we’ll find a heart to put in that hollow tin exterior some day!” I gently rubbed his chest with a finger. It was surprisingly warm for such a cold-blooded little nightmare. 

I expected him to get huffy and double down but when I looked at him, he couldn’t help but smile, in spite of himself, “I’m no tin man, I’m a gallant romantic who’s interpersonal skills are unmatched, thank you. But nice quasi-sophisticated literary reference, I didn’t realize you could read!” 

“Oh, shut up!” 

“What? You seemed to think it completely acceptable to express your surprise when you discovered I was literate!” 

“Okay, okay! Touché! I’m waving the white flag! I get it, little man, I can never match you in a game of wits. But none of that changes the fact that you can sometimes be a little prick who needs to learn how to relax and accept a little physical contact every now and again.” 

“Never! I’ll never surrender! You can’t make me! I refuse! Now, please, be quiet so I can follow my own train of thought….” With that, he flopped back on the bed, his arms folded over his abdomen while he stared up at the ceiling. I waited quietly, trying my best to be patient, passing the time by watching the rise and fall of his tiny chest, as I matched the tide of his breathing with my own. 

He was like a statue, stock still, unmoving. The only way I could tell he was a living breathing thing was that his eyes occasionally blinked. He lay there like that for five, ten, fifteen minutes, then finally, and almost so quiet I could barely hear, “Damn it all…” 

“Nothing?” 

“I remember the fear, the pain. The odd and terrifying shapes of hands looming overhead. I remember the hazy buzz of conversation and trying really hard to read…. Something. But just what that something was—? My mind is suddenly a blank. I’m so exhausted, Natalie. That’s all. My psyche is stretched so thin….” He rolled his head to look at me, as I leaned over him with my chin resting on my hands. 

“Then sleep, you ridiculous little thing. The mystery to solve won’t go anywhere in the next few hours.” I wanted so badly to caress his little chest and gently rub his scalp, but I resisted with all my strength of will, keeping my twitchy hands to myself.  

He stiffened at the suggestion, “N-no…. I can’t just rest. I can’t lose all my momentum…” 

“You also can’t solve a case if you’re dead from overexertion. You’ve had one hell of a day, give yourself a fucking break. And when you wake up, we’ll put our heads together and figure this out, okay? For whatever fucking reason, in spite of you being an angry little ass most of the time, I’m still gonna stand by you, even though you’re my—“ 

“--Little nightmare, I know…” his eyes were half closed as he huffed and rolled them toward the ceiling, before training them on me. Even in all his grogginess, his gaze was breathtakingly blazing behind those sleepy lids, “You are aware that any and all proposals for atrocious and ridiculous nicknames have to pass through the house…” he sleepily pointed to me, “…and the senate, yes?” He pointed to himself, before continuing, “That means your coining of me as such is not likely to be codified into law.” 

I couldn’t help but scoff, as I joked, “You’re half asleep and you still somehow manage to be a dick. You’re lucky you’re cute…” 

“I take issue with that…” he shook his head and crossed his arms, the ghost of a smirk barely hidden. 

“You take issue with fucking everything. Go to bed, Alexander!” I wanted to kiss him on the head and tuck him in. Instead, I pushed up from the mattress, planning to give him some space to sleep, but before I could even gather my feet beneath me, he halted my movements.

“Wait, one last thing….” His sleepy eyes opened partially, enough for me to peek at the brilliant blue beneath them. 

“No, nope, I’m not getting tricked into another insult before bed. Sleep! I like you better when you’re conked out. I’m just saying, when you were loopy you were so cuddly and sweet. Now you’re back to griping and grumbling…” 

He shook his head from side to side, his right arm stretching out toward me, “I have one favor to ask…” 

“I know, you want me to leave you the fuck alone, I’m going, okay? As someone once said to me recently, have some patience and decorum!” I started to shift again and his words froze me in place.

“Will you hold me, while I sleep?” 

I just about melted into the carpet fibers. He smirked that little crooked smile of his that I’d seen so very rarely. 

He raised his brows, no doubt taking in my bright red blush and hitching gasp. He smiled teasingly, staring up at me through his brow in a way that made me melt even more, “Don’t look too excited about it or I’ll change my mind…” 

I was breathless, sinking back down on to the surface of the bed, I let a single finger descend to brush his hair from his tired eyes, “Is that what you really want? You won’t be pissed at me later?” 

“As you say, I’m always pissed about something. I’ll find something you’re doing wrong, don’t worry…..” I hesitated, lifting my finger and inch or so off of his body, “But yes, I’d like you to. Just hurry… it’s hard to stay awake right now, answering this monotonous battery of questions….” My heart skipped a beat, or two, or three, as he smirked again, his eyelids getting heavier and heavier. 

“O-okay…. If this is what you want, I’ll be so careful, I promise… come here, Alexander…”

Very very gently, I dug my fingers into the fabric beneath him, and scooped him up, supporting his head with the pad of my thumb, and very carefully cradled the heel of his injured leg beneath the tip of my free finger, as I had done only a little while ago while he was out of it. See? You can be sweet… it won’t kill you… “You’re going to remember and we’ll get this all sorted out… but in the mean time, I’ve got you, little nightmare… sweet dreams…” 

***************  The moment her warm fingers rose to press softly into my spine, my hips, my shoulders…. I felt my heart race a little faster. I kept my eyes closed and stayed limp, but inside I was electrically charged with feeling. 

Had I ever asked to be cradled in the hand of a human before? I didn’t think so. Yet, here, in the crook of her palm, I felt things I never thought were possible in the presence of someone so large and foolish: I felt safe, warm, and, dare I say it, contented to be there. 

I was crushed by my current gaps in memory recall at the moment. I wanted more than anything to bring those maniacs to justice as swiftly and aggressively as possible. However, at the present, such proof eluded me. Yet, somehow, I believed her when she said with confidence that we’d figure it out. 

We. 

What a funny little personal pronoun. One I’d hardly ever considered all the days of my life. For once, the human was right. I did see myself as one man against it all. Maybe there was some validity to what she’d said next, that it didn’t have to be that way. I trembled at the thought. I was getting far too ahead of it all and only setting myself up for disappointment and misery when she inevitably let me down…. Wasn’t I? 

A whisper stirred my eyelids open and I peered up at the woman gazing down at me, “Alexander?”

Her voice was soft, the consonants of my own name rustling my hair as her breath cascaded over my prone body. I raised a brow, too sleepy to move anything else, “Th-Thank you, for… letting me in a little bit…” she seemed as though she wanted to say more, but kept it to herself. 

After a moment, where I almost dipped out of consciousness right then and there, I rolled over my left shoulder, outstretching my arms, and hugged her thumb to my chest. The tip of that strong, imposing digit, that was almost as big as me, was aligned directly with my face. I pressed my cheek into it, feeling the heat and rhythm of her pulse beneath, “Is this what you wanted? Is this what high Alexander would do which you seemed to love so much??” 

She beamed, holding me ever closer beneath her sparkling gaze, “You’re recreating it so perfectly, fantastic job!” She was truly beside herself, I could tell. I could feel her heart racing beneath my cheek, after all. 

I smiled, as grogginess, coupled now with unrelenting softness and warmth from her skin, took hold of what little consciousness I had left, “I demand to know just what exactly I did that left you so ridiculously enamored while under the influence…. You’d better tell me when I awake!” 

“Not in a million years! I know you, little nightmare. The second I tell you, you won’t speak to me for at least a week.” 

“I think I can handle anything you can throw at me. Get out of the habit of underestimating me!” 

“Sweetheart, I know you can do anything you set your mind to, but, believe me, when I say I think I’m estimating your capacity for this quite accurately!” 

“Mmmm, that bad huh?” 

“Go to sleep, Alexander. I’ll be right here when you come to.” 

“I demand satisfaction upon waking. I will not waver on this.” 

“Uh huh… now, hush.” 

“...Goodnight, Natalie….” 

“Goodnight, Alexander… Sweet dreams.” 

And slowly, as I seemed to sink ever deeper into the warm, silky surface of her cupped palm, I drifted off to sleep, held aloft by the first human I’d ever actually wanted, at least at certain intervals, to touch me. 

Tomorrow I’d work to bring destruction to my enemies, but tonight, I’d give myself the gift of rest…. And what a glorious gift it was!