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jimblejamblewritings · 10 months ago

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love letters and second sons | part 1.

Summary: The princess is finally ready to debut in society. But before she does, she decides to disguise herself and see the true faces of the ton.

Author's Note: Hello! Yes, I'm here with a wip before finishing my other stuff. The Bridgerton girlies have got me. Congratulations to you all. So before you read this, please read: I Hate Accidents by @i-hate-accidents AND Over The Garden Wall by @homeofthepeculiar AND The Ultimate Deception by @maximoff-pan. These stories are some of my favorites and really inspired this fic.

Warnings for the Series: light sexism in line with the times, light classism in line with the times, mental health stigma, shitty doctor care, smut, suicide attempt (will get it's own warning when the time comes),

Pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x princess!reader

Word Count: 5.4k

Author's Note: To those who have read my other works, you'll notice that the author Mercutio's stories are something special

My Dearest Ton and Wonderful United Kingdom,

I am pleased to welcome you all to the start of another social season. Of course, people love and look for love all year round but each year the season just seems to invite love to blossom. I hope all of you find the match to your souls. Marriage is a business but can it not have love as well? A business built with love surely must be a business that tries to last. I ask our respectful citizens and subjects of the United Kingdom to make love a part of their search.

I would also like to ask about businesses that do not involve marriage or love. How are you? In the business of health, is everyone safe from all sickness? In the business of finance, does everyone have enough to eat and clothe themselves without falling into poverty? Are businesses afloat even if only by a small margin? How are you? Truly, I want to know. If you would like to write to me, please do so. The royal mailboxes should still be in perfect condition.

Of course, if you have something urgent then I am sorry but you must come to the palace and request an audience. My valets hold all letters for a day or a few out of safety for everyone. But rest assured, I read every letter once received.

I would also like to say that I can feel the winds of the ton calling me to grace their presence and to stop being rude by ignoring them. Naturally, the wind is very rude to say this and then cut through my dress and chill my bones even when it is snowing. But I digress, the wind is right. The time for introduction must be soon. And a lovely time that will be. I cannot wait to meet you all.

Yours truly,

A Not So Young Anymore Youngest Princess Y/N Hanover (Truly, I need a proper surname and not just the name of my father’s house)

My Dearest Ton and Wonderful United Kingdom,

Would you like to know what I have learned yesterday? I know the Americas are still a touchy subject for some but I hope you don’t mind me talking about it, just to share my studies. Philadelphia is the center of American debate. So many great men (and women that have probably gone unnamed but aided their counterparts in their quest of education) have lived and are currently still living there.

Going to America simply for a debate sounds terribly dreadful. But what if we had one here that wasn’t relegated to just the universities. An entire city becoming a center of debate seems incredibly foolish, not to mention disruptive to its current residents, but buildings of debate do not seem like a bad idea.

Even if some feel like they aren’t smart enough, they should participate. Ideas are nurtured by sharing them. May some debates lead to great compromise and understanding and maybe even propositions for laws.

I, for one, debate with my father every day on which science is the most important to teach to young children and which science can wait until university should they like to pursue that path. He believes all of it. I believe that medicinal science is too much for a young mind and they only need to be taught how to mind their health until they can understand better. What do you think? I am delighted to hear your opinions. Maybe mine will be swayed.

Yours Truly,

Youngest Princess Y/N Buckingham (I am trying out new surnames until one I like sticks)

My Dearest Ton and Wonderful United Kingdom,

I apologize if my stance may be radical but nothing in society ever got done if the start wasn’t a little radical. I believe that young women should be properly taught about relations… let me just say it, sex. Not when they are children, no, but when they are about to debut. Consider it. You all know that as a royal, despite being a woman, I have been taught all things. Everyone is aware that I know what sex is. But if I and my sisters were taught sex so that we may be aware of malicious advances and be able to protect our virtue first rather than waiting for our virtues to be saved by someone and risk them being too late, then others should as well. Therefore, I implore all mothers and governesses to teach their young ladies about to debut what sex is. And to fathers who may be without wives, please find any woman to teach your daughters.

I shall return with more radical ideas for a better and more prosperous United Kingdom.

Yours truly,

Youngest Princes Y/N Kew

The printed letters delivered to London, had everyone enthralled in the early morning. Some people that lived close enough to the central town square didn’t bother with the prints and went straight to the wooden pin board there to look at the princess’ handwriting on the original letters. Whenever the Young Princess or the author Mercutio Quick wrote, people stopped and paid attention.

Princess Y/N was the people’s princess. The one who listened to their complaints and wasn’t cheap on her charitable acts. She was so much like her father, Farmer George. Even with his illness he still ran a good country… when he was in charge. So much better than her eldest brother, George IV. Then again, any royal sibling was better than their eldest brother, even if only by a very small percentage. Everyday the public hoped another child would challenge George the Younger. They would rally their support behind them.

They were hoping that any day George IV’s daughter, Charlotte, would have an heir. If she was pregnant then it would be so easy for the public to support her and convince either George IV to step down or convince Parliament to present a motion to King George. They would have a ruler and an heir. Charlotte the Younger would be the easiest transition for George IV to understand.

But neither her father nor husband seemed to care about the lack of heir. But the thought of succession and coups and duels was forgotten for a moment to read the Young Princess’ letters welcoming them to the new social season with new balls, debutantes, and drama.

In the Bridgerton house, the family ran around like chickens with their heads cut off. They were trying to get ready to present Daphne to the Queen while also trying to read the Young Princess’ letters. Benedict laughed as he slapped his copy of the letters.

“Mother would have a fit if she had to speak with Daphne about sex.”

“I’m surprised she would even suggest such a thing,” Colin said as he returned to reading the first letter, thinking he might actually write to the Young Princess about his familial concerns and wanting to travel desperately but being unsure about leaving them.

Eloise finally smiled as she came downstairs with the rest of her siblings. “I for one think it’s rather refreshing. She is right. Our mamas should be teaching us more than just how to meet the Queen… Daphne! You must make haste! Do you think she heard me?”

Colin rolled his eyes. “She most certainly did. But on the matter of the princess, what is wrong with a woman’s husband teaching her about sex?”

“Everything is wrong with that.”

“Hmm.”

He looked down to reread the paper, wondering if he could understand what the princess actually meant. Even though the letters were left at home, talk of the princess never ceased. How could it? The monarchy’s youngest princess might actually be joining them. Everyone wanted to know what she would look like, not in the face of course. Even her fourth brother didn’t take off his mask until after five months of being introduced to society and he was the shortest time it took to see the royal children’s face.

“Do you think she will be tall like her eldest sister or short? Plump?” Eloise asked as their carriages started their way towards the palace. “I’d imagine I’d be very lovely and plump if I could be stuck in a palace all day with the most wonderful food imaginable. Not that anyone should ever value a woman based on her body but Penelope has stated that her sisters are terribly upset because all the dress makers have started saying that plump is going to be in fashion once again in only a few years time and by the time they become plump it’ll be out of fashion again.”

Daphne looked out the window. “I wonder if she’ll look like the Queen or the King. Oh, what makeup do you think she’ll wear? What mask did she have created for herself? When do you think we’ll actually see her face?”

Violet touched the knees of all her girls. “Whatever she is like, do not be rude and gawk. The poor thing will already have the vultures’ eyes on her all night. If she even comes out tonight. Perhaps it will be at a ball this week. That would be quite a fantastic introduction. I do hope she at least meets us this season.”

Francesca smiled. “I imagine her dance card would be quite full.”

“She’d have bracelets of dance cards going up to her arm,” Daphne agreed.

“But she isn’t coming into society yet. She’s just introducing herself to us,” Eloise said.

“She’s still a princess royal. A very well-known one at that. There’s no way the men would pass on an opportunity to dance with her. They’d want to start making their intentions known now, get ahead of everyone else.”

The boys’ carriage was speaking of a different matter entirely. The princess and Mercutio had written to the ton at the same time. With the presentation to the Queen taking up so much of the day, most people wouldn’t be able to read his work until later that evening. Colin and Benedict simply couldn’t wait. Colin sat with his brother as he drove the carriage and read the story out loud:

“Arsehole,” Cecilia muttered.

Ignoring the sharp stinging of her backside, she hopped off the bed to find something to put on. All she needed to accomplish was getting back to her room, clothed. She knew there must have been some spare clothes in their dressers. It was just a matter of sorting through which garments were hers and which belonged to the others. She had been sorely mistaken to ignore the three members of nobility behind her, thinking they hadn’t heard her.

Lovell scrunched up his face, resembling a rat. “Is receiving another punishment something you really care for? Because this attitude you’ve acquired is going to earn you one.”

“Piss off.”

“Is that any way to talk to your dominants?” Madison asked, adjusting herself in Tommy’s arms.

Cecilia scoffed as she walked towards the door, placing one hand on the doorknob. “Lavender.”

The other three faces fell at the use of that forbidden word. Cecilia’s hand reached up ever so gently and wiped away tears. She wondered if the tears were for her former lovers or for finally realizing her mind was deluded to think she would be with anyone above her station such as Lovell.

“I don’t want this anymore.”

“Cecilia.”

“You never believe that I don’t enjoy breaking our established rules. You only listen to Madison.”

“Cecilia.”

“It is clear you both like her more than you desire me. I am down.”

“Cecilia.”

“You shall see me around this manor, doing my job as I always have. But that is the extent of our relationship.”

“Please, just give u—”

“Good day, Lord Parham. Lord Newall, Lady Wilcher.”

“Riveting,” Colin said as he finished reading. “Mr. Mercutio has done it again.”

Benedict nodded. “Indeed he has. I was a bit worried when he announced that he wanted to dabble in the themes of erotic pleasures in his stories but this was just as enjoyable as all the others.”

“Agree… Oh, it says here that they have earned a publishing deal. The penny stories will still come out once a week, chapter by chapter but readers can also purchase a book if they would like to keep the story properly or are in a rush to read it. I for one will be buying the books.”

“I second that.”

“I wonder what his next story will be about. Actually, no, I wonder what our dear sisters and mothers can be talking about.”

“The princess, no doubt.”

”Do you think any of our brothers will approach?” Eloise asked in the women’s carriage, more to herself than anything.

That made Hyacinth’s face light up. “If one of them marries the princess does that mean we get to be princesses too?”

“As if any of our brothers even could or want to.” Francesca pulled her face away from the window.

“If anyone is going to bring them to the marriage mart,” Daphne started as she fanned herself. “It would be the princess. Anthony would be a good match for her.”

Violet laughed, thinking of the idea. “A viscount and a princess are a perfect match.”

All talk of the princess stopped as they approached. The worst thing that could happen could be a footman overhearing them and mistaking their speech for malicious gossip rather than light-natured and report it to the princess or the queen or even worse, King George himself. They would forever be ostracized from society.

From upstairs, you watched from a window where you knew no one could see you even if they looked up. How you desperately wanted to be down there. All the men were dressed up and looking like penguins. Handsome they were but still penguin-like in silhouette. And the women’s dresses. Some, while upper class, were of a lower social standing and wore older dresses that looked just as gorgeous as the empire and rather shapeless dresses of today.

But today was not your day. You actually weren’t sure when your day would be. Your mother and father let their children choose when they would be introduced to society. Of course you all had to wait for a certain age and it had to be a date at the start of the social season but you could pick the day. And unlike your last sibling, you wanted it to be at a ball instead of the selection of the Diamonds. You didn’t even care which ball it would be. Perhaps it was selfish but you did want a day all to yourself or at least a day with you as the main focus. But that wasn’t this year. Or any year perhaps.

You were excited to finally leave the walls of the palace if you were allowed, having proven yourself capable of not causing an incident. Unfortunately, you couldn’t say you had proven yourself without illness. You weren’t that lucky. You and all your siblings were locked inside until the royal physicians could observe and confirm that you weren’t sick with whatever madness your father had. They didn’t have to observe you. That was also why you picked a ball instead of today. You wanted to prove you didn’t need a chaperone literally holding your elbow. You wanted freedom like your siblings. Freedom to explore that you weren’t sure would get because of your illness.

After a nearly fatal drowning in the lake — an event your siblings still get chewed out for at least once a month — you started showing symptoms like George did. For you it wasn’t about if you would be as sick like your father. It was about how bad and how quickly the illness would get.

You didn’t get to see George as often as the others. The doctors thought you shouldn’t be around him for prolonged periods of time unless it was after an episode. They thought that too much exposure would make you more like him instead of better. They wanted to send him to Kew but you promised that you wouldn’t go to his quarters as long as he got to stay at Buckingham.

Charlotte, silly as it may have been, had hope. They caught your sickness early. Nine was a very young age to almost go mad. Maybe you could be saved from a cruel fate unlike George. They were too late for him but not for you. Of course this only brought jealousy from your siblings who didn’t feel like they got as much affection anymore. Every time you even twitched, it became about you. They could never hate you. It wasn’t like you asked to be sick. But it was hard to be around you. Everyday visits became once a week. Still, you cherished those visits. Like the one yesterday. They expressed their sympathies and hopefulness that you would get to introduce yourself and maybe it could even be this year or maybe this month.

You could have scoffed. After what you did just two days ago, you were unsure. The daylight came into your room before you were prepared for it and you had been convinced that Buckingham was on fire. You couldn’t be calmed down until you jumped into the water fully clothed. Immediately, you pulled yourself out of the trance but no one really cared. The royal physician had been called anyway and you had ruined all chances of attending the presentation to the Queen.

“Your Highness!” a voice disturbed your thoughts and your eyes from looking at your siblings’ carriages leave in the morning. Your lady-in-waiting approached you with a paper, an entire pamphlet. “It’s already spread through the ton like a fire. We haven’t read it yet. We figured new literature would be a treat for you.”

“Thank you, Pandora. Shall we read it in the kitchens this morning when we return home?”

“Not your room?”

“I’m so terribly sick of my room and the washroom and the balcony and the bedroom.”

“You are getting restless.”

“It’s only a matter of time. Maybe even tomorrow it’ll happen. And soon it will only be a couple of years at most before the mask is gone. By the way,” you said as the two started to leave. “Did you hear about the Feather girl that fainted? Is she alright?”

“Oh yes, she’s fine.”

“Good. Have someone send flowers to her tomorrow with an inquiry about her wellbeing after taking such a tumble. Oh and no flowers to the Diamond. I want to meet her myself one day. Now, let’s read about this… Lady Whistledown. She already sounds like an interesting woman.”

Interesting it was indeed. The maids and kitchen staff hung onto your every word as you read the pamphlet. You weren’t exactly sure how you felt about the pamphlet yet but Pandora was right about one thing. It was literature. Lady Whistledown seemed bold enough to list subjects by name. By their entire name as if she wasn’t afraid of any repercussions. You supposed she wouldn’t be since Whistledown was obviously not her real name.

It wasn’t the subject of what she published that bothered you. A lot of it was standard gossip that goes around during the social season but it was her personal opinion. She almost seemed to want the ladies she wrote about to have miserable ends like inquiring about Daphne Bridergton’s flame burning out quickly. The lady must know that what she published could ruin a reputation. Gossip is no longer gossip when publicly written down. It has the potential to become fact.

You slapped the pamphlet against your hand. “Well, I suppose Mercutio Quick from York will no longer be the entertainment of the ton. Sad, and right as I earned a publishing deal too. Perhaps, I should take up a different art. Like making dresses for all my days or learning to play the harp and cello properly so it sounds better than a dying whale according to my brothers.”

The cook shook his head. “Your stories are very entertaining. Even Lady Whistledown couldn’t stop that.”

“Thank you for saying that. I am rather jealous that she is penning under a woman.”

“But you have chosen a name based on your favorite characters, have you not?”

“I have but maybe I should’ve chosen better. This Lady Whistledown might be making more change for women then I hope to accomplish.”

At this, the staff scoffed. Pandora cleaned up your dishes from the kitchen island in front of you.

“Your Highness, with the utmost respect, you are the one who is going to do more for women than this Whistledown. Everybody already wants someone other than your kind brother on the throne. They’re all praying your niece gives them any child so they may protest for her with the added benefit of an heir. They love her and what you write about in your letters make her seem even better. Hell, they love you and they don’t even know you. They listen to you. And with your words, Princess Charlotte the Younger will be on the throne and you will prove women are more than capable of whatever and we might have real change. Is she still on board?”

“Yes. She hates her father as much as anyone else does. George is nice once you get to know him… sort of. But Lettie approves as long as I agree to be in her court. I said yes of course.”

“Then it is settled. Thank God we might actually get change in our wretched lives. Now you must wash up and oversee the Bridgerton gowns before they are sent off. Shall we pick certain ones from your wardrobe?”

“Give the Diamond the one with lace and her family’s colors. Pick whatever you want for the rest of them. Oh and patterns must be on the Feather mother’s dress. I noticed she wears the most ill-favored ornamented dresses but she seems to like them. And put in an order with the modiste, I should like to do this often if this first gesture goes well and the gift wardrobe will need more clothes than it has at present. Clothes for the lower classes as well, nothing that could get them attacked and the clothes stolen off their bodies.”

“Yes, Your Highness.”

“And, by the way, I already washed up.”

“Yes, but now you’ve been sitting amongst smoke and smells.”

You gave up your fight and nodded as you jumped down from your stool and began the walk to your room. No one was around today. They wouldn’t be for most of the social season as they had other duties, including watching your siblings. Despite your madness, you weren’t the biggest concern at all. It was your rakish brothers in brothels, your sisters constantly leaving their husbands or suitors, and all of them sneaking away. You paused for a moment before walking quicker until you reached your room.

Why couldn’t you sneak out? Now would be the perfect opportunity. And no one was looking for you. It would be so easy to scale the vines up the garden wall and just have fun for a moment. You washed up quickly and put on a very simple dress — one more like the style of today rather than your father’s time. Grabbing a cloak and your mask, you put them down on the bed before sitting down at your writing desk to pen a letter. The slam of the door nearly made you jump out of your skin. You calmed as you realized it was just Pandora.

“Oh, good. It is just you.”

“I have the Bridgerton and Featherington dresses but what do you mean it is just me, Y/N?”

You stood up, abandoning the letter now that someone was around. “I am going out to see the ton.”

“What?”

“It is still dark. I have a map, my cloak, and the mask. And I have a very clear destination with vehicles that will get me back in the most discreet of ways should I need to use them.”

“Your Highness.”

“Pandora. I am nearing my introduction to society. You will all have to let me go at some point. I know everyone cares for my wellbeing but my happiness is gone. I am seen as nothing but my illness. Before I have an episode in public like the king, let me meet the ton. Let me not be Farmer Y/N for a brief moment of my life before I am a farmer forever, before I stay in that garden just like Father.”

Pandora’s mouth shut. She simply locked the door and unlocked the window. “You must return before your midmorning promenade and snack. Since you ate downstairs, I can convince them to overlook your absence of a breakfast request. And don’t take your mask. It’s better if they don’t know who you are at all.”

She gasped as you hugged her.

“Thank you, Pandora! Thank you! You are truly the bestest friend a woman could have.”

“Just go so you can come back quickly and I can have my sanity back.”

You closed the window, shocking Pandora as you pulled a picture frame off the wall to reveal a staircase that led outside. The door was hidden behind the trellis covered in vines and flowers. You pulled the hood over the cloak over you. The last thing you did was check for your bracelet and if your papers were inside. Until you were introduced to society, all the royal children had bracelets that couldn’t come off unless cut off. There were just in case measures with the eldest two but became necessary after so many nights sneaking out. The bracelet wasn’t going anywhere but you didn’t want to lose your birth certificate. It was your first safety measure. Even if you were kidnapped or harmed, you’d be returned to the palace for a pretty penny. You did pull your sleeves down so your bracelet wouldn’t be noticed.

You couldn’t contain your smile at the excitement of being out. London was so different without all the noise. The brothels and pubs were starting to close down for their few hours of rest and relaxation. You stuck to streets where you could see all the action but wouldn’t be easily spotted. No one bothered you until you arrived at your destination.

The footman stood to attention. “May I help you?”

“Yes, hello. I bring a package from Buckingham House for the Bridgertons, courtesy of Princess Y/N.” You handed him a letter with your official stamp at the end of it.

The footman’s eyes went wide as he handed you back the letter and ran inside. The Bridgertons looked up at the frantic knocking, pulling slips over Hyacinth and Daphne before telling the footman he could enter. The Bridgerton boys came upstairs after hearing the heavy pounding of their employee’s footsteps running up the multiple stairs.

“Is there a problem, Marshall?”

He panted before taking in a deep breath. “The Young Princess’ lady-in-waiting is here, bearing gifts.”

“WHAT?!”

The Bridgertons collectively yelled before the scramble happened. You tilted your head when you saw the windows open and a maid shake out some bedsheets. She squeaked when she looked down to see you. You laughed as she ran back inside. It couldn’t have been more than five minutes before you were escorted into the house by a very out of breath footman. The Bridgertons stood on the steps at the end of their entrance hall in chronological order with their mother starting the line at the very bottom step. Nervous smiles graced their faces when you finally reached them. You curtsied to which they curtsied or bowed back.

You gave them a second to assess you before speaking. Even though it wasn’t true in the slightest, everyone thought the ladies-in-waiting and manservants were reflections of the royals themselves. Not in character or value but in appearance. They figured they could form some sort of picture as to what the young masked royals looked like. If you were ugly then surely the princess was too. You hoped they at least found you to be average looking in appearance.

Anthony Bridgerton — the new head of house from what you remembered of your studies — stepped from behind his mother to greet you formally. He bowed once again, deeper, before offering up his hand. You settled yours in it to receive a chaste kiss.

“To what do we owe this sudden pleasure, Mrs…”

“Beckett,” you lied, just using Pandora’s last name.

“Mrs. Beckett?” He didn’t recognize the name as one belonging to an upper class member of the ton. He wasn’t sure he recognized the name at all.

“Apologies, I should explain. The princess doesn’t distinguish in her court, we are all there to work. All women are ladies-in-waitings, all men are valets. Regardless of station, regardless of marriage.”

“So, I am to take it that my earlier statement was incorrect.”

You nodded. “Simply Miss Beckett.”

“Well that sounds like very forward thinking actually. All the same, it is our pleasure to meet anyone in her highness’ court.”

Violet smiled as she watched the interaction. If her son was close to anyone in the princess’ court, especially someone that seemed so close to the princess as to be sent here, then he would be able to meet the princess with good graces. He’d be ahead of any man by leagues.

“Princess Y/N has sent me on her behalf. She extends warm greetings to the Bridgertons and the Featheringtons whom I will meet after our encounter. The princess congratulates Miss Daphne Bridgerton for earning Diamond of the Season as well as congratulations to the Dowager Viscountess for raising such a fine woman and to Viscount Bridgerton for chaperoning and keeping the family together therefore allowing his sister to shine.”

He cleared his throat and started to smile. “Please give the princess all of our thanks for the most kind of compliments.”

“And she would like to assure Miss Bridgerton that I have not been sent on behalf of any princes. Her brothers will not be bothering you today.”

They all chuckled when you laughed.

You set the first box down on the table next to you and opened it. “The princess has brought new dresses for the ball. The Diamond and the rest of her family should have the opportunity to shine with the utmost and wholehearted respect and support of the Crown. Please, enjoy them.”

The family ran to the table, picking out dresses and suits and matching them to the person’s name on the paper pinned to each garment. They kept singing praises and admiring the outfits. Violet turned back to you.

“When are you planning on visiting the Featheringtons?”

“In an hour or so, I must be back before the princess’ morning promenade. She has a very busy day afterwards.”

“Will the princess be introducing herself this season?”

“Hyacinth!” Anthony and Violet yelled at the same time.

You laughed. “It is no trouble. I’m at liberty to answer as the princess’ head valet.”

“Valet? I thought you said they were all men. They are usually all men.”

“If the princess should become heir to the throne then she will receive a male valet alongside me. For now, it is just me. The Crown believes someone of the same gender should always be with her should she need to confide in someone about very personal matters.” You took a breath before testing the waters. “Such as affections of the heart.”

It had dawned on you in that moment that you could spy on the ton. When the time came, you would still have to dance with all the bachelors of the United Kingdom but you at least you would have a better picture of them. You’d have to apologize to Pandora for the countless strokes she was about to earn from you but you couldn’t make this your only time sneaking out.

Violet smiled, knowing she was right. “Well, would you like to stay for breakfast?”

“Oh, I wouldn’t want to impose.”

“It would be no trouble at all. We have more than enough room. Eloise, dear, if Penelope is to come over please request that she do so now.”

(part 2)

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justtwotired · 3 months ago

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Hi!

How are you??

This is like random but I've had this thought on my mind for like a really long time about a oneshot where basically Lloyd x fem reader where they are like lovers to enemies then back to lovers and I was wondering if you could do a oneshot about it with a happy ending if

Ahhhh omg, yes. Love it!!! The moment I read this I immediately started brainstorming and writing ideas and I rarely do that lmao, I love this one a lot, I hope you enjoy!!!

Also, I am so, so, so sorry this took so incredibly long, I’ve been super busy and I hoped to write a lot this summer but my mom is really sick and me and my brother have to take care of her, I made this one shot extra long to make it up to you<3

“Sensei, we have to do something, he’s in pain,” Nya followed after Wu who just left the med bay. Lloyd had come back from a sticky mission where he had been injected with a poison.

The team had no idea what kind of poison it was so they couldn’t find a cure either. Lloyd was in terrible pain and was currently passed out while Zane tried to tend to the physical injuries.

“I’m going to call someone who can help us,” Wu said calmly and Nya frowned, almost running to keep up with her sensei, who, despite his old age, moved rather fast.

“Who are you going to call?” The moment she asked the question, the answer landed, “you’re going to call, (name)- no! She and Lloyd hate each other,” her eyebrows furrowed yet her eyes were wide in panic.

Sensei Wu didn’t answer and kept on walking, making Nya grumble in frustraiton and turn back to the medbay.

——

I was lazily scrolling trough TikTok when my phone started ringing. I hesitated as I saw who it was but picked up anyway.

“Wu?” I said a bit confused.

“(Name), we need you to come to the monastery, it’s Lloyd,” he said and I rolled my eyes, sitting back against the couch, ignoring the fact that he sounded troubled and in a hurry.

“What’s with Lloyd?” I asked, not that I cared, I just wondered why he thought I could be of any help. Not like Lloyd would want me there anyway.

“He’s injured and poisoned, we do not have an antidote and we aren’t sure if he’ll make it trough the night at this point,” Wu explained qucikly, not wasting any time and my stomach sank.

“What? What happened?” I shot up off the couch. “What kind of poison?” I already started walking towards the hallway to grab a jacket, ready to leave.

“Like I said, we aren’t sure, we sent him on a mission and he just came back completely beaten and collapsed, we need you here straight away,” he said and I nodded, quickly stepping into my heels which where the easiest to put on at the moment.

“Yes, alright, I’ll be there in ten,” I promised and hung up. I opened the door an once outside I summoned my elemental dragon.

I held the element of healing, which is probably why Wu called me. I met Lloyd at the tournament of elements and even though I was out rather soon, we became quick friends. I hung out with the team a lot and after the events with Morro, we fell in love.

I think that him asking me to be his girlfriend had been the best day of my life, I had been crushing on him for a long time at that point.

We were together for a long time… until Harumi came around. I found out she was a traitor soon enough, yet when I voiced this to Lloyd, he didn’t believe me.

I remember it quite well.

“Lloyd, I’m telling you, something about her is just off,” I followed him as he wandered onto the deck, a frustrated look on his face.

“You’re being paranoid, Rumi has nothing to do with this whole thing, how could she even?” Lloyd turned around making me stop in my tracks.

“Oh please, Lloyd, it’s so obvious, she’s putting up this whole innocent princess facade and all of you are just falling for it!” I pointed an accusing finger at him. “She’s evil, I can feel it. Besides, I overheard her make a weird phone call earlier today and soon after Zane’s cover mysteriously fell, that cannot be a coincidence!”

“(Name) stop! You’re being unfair! How dare you call her evil accuse her of such things?” He raised his voice making me do a shocked step back. “Rumi has been trough enough and does not need you to be badmouthing her. That phone call could have been anything- god, her home was burned down and her parents died, of course she’s going to be having phone calls, she obviously wants updates!” He threw his hands in the air.

“How can’t you see what’s right in front of you! How fucking gullible are you, Lloyd? She’s manipulating every single one of you!” I yelled and his eyes were filled with rage.

“What is wrong with you!? I don’t even recognise you anymore, a few days ago you where still my happy, excited and kind (name), and now you’re cold, mean and unfair!” His eyes flooded with red and he took a step closer making me take a small step back. “You’re being vile and cruel, god I don’t even recognise you anymore!” My jaw clenched as he yelled at me and my eyes darkened.

“Well maybe I’m not to person you thought I was,” I looked away from him, “and maybe you aren’t the person I thought you where, because the Lloyd I thought I knew would’ve believed me in a heartbeat!” I accused and he let out a humourless, disbelieving laugh.

“Yeah, maybe I’m not who you thought I was,” as he said it, he took another step closer, his eyes dangerously narrowed and his hand went up to point and accusing finger at me.

My body reacted on instinct, flinching and taking a few steps back, I bit my lip to stop it from trembling as I looked at him with tears and fear in my eyes.

He faltered at my reaction, his eyes wide with shock, “love, I-” He started but I cut him off.

“Don’t call me that,” my voice broke, and I softly shook my head. “It’s over Lloyd, we’re done,” I turned around and headed back inside to pack my bags and leave.

He didn’t stop me.

I swallowed away my tears as I landed at the monastery, my dragon disappeared and I hurried inside, immediately heading to the medbay. When I opened the door, I was crashed into a hug by Jay.

“Oh, (Name)! It’s been ages,” he hugged me tightly and I chuckled hugging him back.

“It’s good to see you too Jay,” I patted his hair before we made our way over to the others who where all discussing and send me quick hello’s.

Kai and Cole where arguing over what to do, Zane tried his best to tend to Lloyd, Nya pitched in rather annoyed with Kai and Cole saying they needed to stop arguing and get to a point. Jay was really trying to help but in reality he was just in the way making Zane irritated.

“Alright, everyone except Zane out!” I yelled and silence fell as they looked at me. “You heard me, Zane will explain to me in short and then I can get to work in peace, everyone out now,” I pointed at the door and one by one they started to leave.

I’ve known them for ages, they knew better than to go against me.

“Zane, do you have any idea about the poison in his body and how long it’s been in there?” I turned to the nindroid and we exchanged theories.

I examined Lloyd’s cuts and bruises which had already been tended to pretty good, while Zane explained.

I thanked him and then he aswel left the room. When he was gone, I put my hand on Lloyd’s forehead and it started to glow a faint purple. I closed my eyes and concentrated.

——

An hour later, I had finally found an antidote, injected it and I had taken care of some other bodily injuries.

When I opened the door to find the others, I found them all waiting outside.

“He’s fine,” their faces lit up, “he’ll need assistance for a few days so someone needs to look after him, also I suggest I stay here for a while to make sure we aren’t caught by a surprise, I’ll be gone before he wakes up,” I avoided eye contact at the last part and the tension was high.

“Uhm, (name),” Cole spoke up and I met his brown, kind eyes. I had missed him, he was such a gentle giant, but the moment me and Lloyd broke up, I decided it was best to not contact the others. “We do not really, uh… have the time to take care of Lloyd the coming days,” he broke our eye contact to look at the ground.

“Yeah,” Kai piped up, “we’ve already been busy enough, now that Lloyd can’t do anything for a few days, it’s even worse,” he awkwardly said and my face fell.

“Are you suggesting..?” I trailed off and looked behind me at Lloyd who was now peacefully asleep instead of murmuring, tossing and turning in pain. The sight had broke my heart.

“It would help us out a lot,” Nya said sheepishly and I sighed.

“Fine, I’ll take care of him,” I crossed my arms before stepping out of the doorway. “Now go and see him, he won’t wake up for a few hours so I suggest the lot of you get some sleep soon,” I said before leaving to make myself a cup of tea.

——

Another hour later, I was sat next to Lloyd’s bed in the medbay. Cole had suggested carrying him to his own bed, but I advised against it, I had my tools here in case things went south, it was better if he stayed here for another day or two, depend on how he would be doing.

Besides, I didn’t want him moving to much incase any stitches ripped.

My eyes traced the features of his face, he had come to look a bit older in the year that I hadn’t spoken to him. I would be lying if I said I hadn’t been keeping up with him on the news though. Always watching to see if he was doing alright.

Sometimes I missed us, sometimes I regretted saying all those things that day, even if some of them were true. And god was I petty, the day after our fight I was fantasising about how we would get back together, I had ruined it all with one simple text.

I told you so.

I had unblocked him and blocked him again just to send it after I saw Harumi went to jail. I ruined my dreams where he’d come knocking on my door to apologies that day.

I snapped out of my thoughts and looked at Lloyd again, he was just as handsome as I remembered. The small scar behind his ear that I had traced with my finger so many times was still there, he still looked as peaceful as he did back then when he slept.

I had the sudden urge to hold his hand. To hold his hand and pretend like nothing ever happened, like we hadn’t broke up a year ago, like he still loved me.

It didn’t matter how much I tried to convince myself I lost feelings for him. I went on dates with other people, tried to erase him out of my mind, I acted as if he wasn’t the best boyfriend I had ever had.

And yet then I looked at him and all the memories came flooding back, the memories of how he talked to me as if I was the most important thing in the world, the memories of how he’d always needed to be touching me in some way because it made him happy, the memories of how I loved him.

Suddenly he stirred and I froze, my eyes locked onto his which were slowly opening. Looking outside I guessed it was almost 2 AM? The others had already gone to sleep per my orders.

Slowly his eyes opened and he groaned, bringing his hands up to rub the sleep away. He tried sitting up but I quickly stopped him.

“Don’t sit up yet, you’ll pass out again,” I warned and rested a hand on his shoulder to lay him back down, he froze at the sound of my voice.

“(Name)?” The sleepy look in his eyes suddenly disappeared as he realised who I was, his eyes filled with something familiar, something I had missed so much. “What are you doing here?” The adoration in his eyes was gone and he narrowed them.

“You were poisoned,” I whispered, “your uncle called, I came as fast as I could,” I explained, avoiding his eyes.

There was a beat of silence as he took in my words.

“And you actually came?” He sounded surprised making me bite the inside of my lip. “Why?”

“He said you weren’t going to make the night,” I tried so hard to keep my voice from breaking but it still did. “I wouldn’t know what I’d do with myself if I found out you died and I could’ve changed that,” I blinked the tears in my eyes away and finally got the courage to look at him.

The adoration was back and I swallowed thickly. “How are you feeling?” I asked quietly and his eyes tracked back to the ceiling, letting out a sigh.

“Tired,” he answered. “Sore,” he added and looked at me, “what did you do?” He asked and I shrugged.

“The first I did was try to take out most of the poison, even though I was late and it already started spreading,” I avoided looking at him, looking out of the window instead. “Then I used the tiny bit I managed to get out to find out what the poison was to be able to find and antidote, lucky for you it was here,” I explained.

“Thank you,” he mumbled and I swallowed thickly.

“Not a problem,” my voice cracked and I mentally cursed myself. He did not need to see me this weak.

“Hey,” I looked up when his hand found mine. “I’m serious, thank you,” he smiled softly and I smiled back, trying to blink away the tears, hoping he didn’t see them.

“You should get some sleep,” I stood up, making him let go of my hand. “I’ll be here for the coming days, seeing that the others are to busy to take care of you,” I headed for the door but stopped at the sound of his voice.

“Can I go to my own room?” He asked and I turned back around.

“No, not today, maybe tomorrow,” I said and he frowned slightly, making me sigh. “In case of anything going wrong, I need you here, where my tools are. Not only that, but you are weak and unable to make it to your bed, you stay here for the night,” I explained and he scrunched up his nose.

“Are you calling me weak?” He looked offended and I rolled my eyes.

“Yes, now sleep,” I left the room without another word, ignoring his offended shout.

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I took a deep breath as I stood in front of the door before I opened it, letting myself in. “Goodmorning,” I greeted Lloyd who was already sitting up. I put a glass of water on the table next to him. “Did you sleep well?” I asked.

She shook his head and looked at me. “Nope,” he popped the p as he said it. “Sleeping after being poisoned isn’t to comfortable for your information,” he said sassily and I rolled my eyes.

“I can just go now, if you keep that up,” I threatened with a glare and he huffed and looked the other way.

I bit my lip and sighed. “How do you feel?” I questioned.

“Fine I guess, maybe a little ill and my wound hurts a little,” he still avoided looking at me, but I just decided to ignore it.

“I see,” I nodded and contemplated for a moment. “Well, I’ll be back in the afternoon to check up on you then, do you need anything right now?” I asked him and he opened his mouth to say something, but the words seemed to get stuck in his throat. “Well?” I asked a bit impatient.

He hesitated a bit before speaking. “I guess some company would be nice,” he admitted and my throat ran dry.

“The others are out for missions and your uncle is meditating at the moment, I’ll ask them when they are free,” I quickly said and moved to walk away but he grabbed my wrist.

“You know what I mean, (name).” He looked me in my eyes and I swallowed before taking place on the chair.

“Fine,” I stated, “how do you wanna pass time?” I asked him and he just shrugged meekly.

“Tell me what you’ve been up to,” he looked at me and I bit my lip slightly before I started.

“Nothing much, I continued my job at the cafe and I went back to my tiny apartment, I’m glad I didn’t sell it,” I started.

Before I met Lloyd and the team, my life was just normal, I worked in a cafe in the city and lived in appartement not far from it. When I did meet Lloyd and the others, I quickly found a home at the monastery and barely went back to my apartment anymore. At one point I thought to sell it, but it was the only place to fall back on after the fight, so it’s good I didn’t.

Lloyd nodded and gave me a look that told me to go on. “I uh, I started to study medicine, hoping to still be able to pursue being some sort of doctor,” I revealed making his eyebrows raise.

He knew it’d always been something I wanted to do, I talked about it a lot, yet never really did anything with it, but it turned out that leaving Lloyd and the others gave me a lot of time I didn’t know how to spent.

“Best of your class I suppose?” He asked with a cheeky grin, making me chuckle and nod.

“I am,” I admitted, “but I’ve already got lots of experience after being woken in the middle of the night to patch up some wounds at least once a week for a few years straight,” I gave him a pointed look making him chuckle.

“Yeah, you’re welcome,” he joked and I shook my head with he smile. “How’s Frankie?” He asked me then, causing my smile to grow.

“Yeah, yeah Frankie’s good,” I happily answered before remembering something. “Having some great times though,” I scowled and elaborated at his confused look. “He’s got the neighbours cat pregnant,” I told him with a scoff.

“Of course he did,” Lloyd huffed a laugh, “I’ve seen him eye Meowtra, the little hornbag he is,” he gave me a look as if to go against the statement and I just lightly glared at him.

“Stop,” I warned, but grinned non the less.

Silence fell again, besides what I told my life wasn’t to eventful, and I definitely wasn’t about to tell Lloyd about the dates I went on.

“And you?” I asked eventually. “How have you been?” I of course knew what’s been happening to some extent, I’ve been keeping up with the media.

“A rollercoaster of emotions really,” he answered. “A lot happened when you left, but I assume you know,” he gave me a look causing me to avert my eyes.

We both knew what he was talking about and I knew that with his comment, he was walking about the text I’d send him.

“Things have been good at the monastery though,” he said. “There was some tension in the beginning but it’s almost back to being normal. As good as all sons of Garmadon have been caught, so we aren’t worrying about that anymore, mostly just missions like they where before Sensei went missing,” he explained and I nodded before halting.

“Almost back to being normal?” I asked a bit confused, tilting my head a bit to the side as I looked at him.

He awkwardly averted his gaze and looked the other way as he talked. “Yeah,” he said. “Things are still different with you gone,” he admitted making me freeze as I felt a lot create in my stomach. “Everyone misses you,” he told me and I lightly frowned.

“Everyone?” I asked, he knew what I meant and then looked me right into my eyes.

“Everyone,”

I bit my lip, looking down at the ground, because fuck, of course I missed him too.

“I should visit sometime then,” I still didn’t look at him and pulled my legs up onto the chair, hugging them to my body.

“I think the team would like that,” he smiled and I met his gaze.

There were some beats of silence and I wasn’t sure what to say any further, so I just decided to change the topic.

“Wanna see if we can get you to your room?” I asked and he nodded eagerly.

I left the chair behind as he started to get out of the hospital bed. I was quickly at his side as he tried standing up. He wobbled a bit and put a hand on my shoulder out of reflex.

He gave me an apologetic smile and I light heartedly smiled back.

“C’mon,” I said and put his entire arm around my shoulder to help him walk.

Together we stumbled out of the medbay and I walked him to his room, not even having to wonder where it was, because one year ago, that was my room aswel.

I opened the door and walked him to his bed where he finally got to sit down and rest for a bit.

“Fuck, that poison is nasty stuff,” he said and I rolled my eyes.

“Yeah no shit, it almost killed you,” I pointed out and he gave me a sheepish smile.

I looked around the room to see that nothing had really changed, all the pictures in his room where the same, except for a few, I noticed. Some of them were taken down… the ones I was in.

Only one remained, it was a picture of me and him, both with huge smiles and ice cream cones as we sat in the park.

For the remaining, everything stood in the same place, his desk was a mess as always and the posters were all still hanging in place, even the Sleep Token poster I had added.

While I looked around the room, Lloyd had laid down, legs now under the covers. I had to physically stop myself from automatically joining him in the bed like I had done thousands of times before.

“How are you feeling?” I asked him, glancing over. He turned his head to me from where it rested on his pillow.

“Fine I guess,” he said. “But- I do have a stinging pain on my back,” he admitted. I sighed and walked over.

“Alright, c’mon, sit up,” I gestured to him and he did as told, turning his back to me and sitting with his legs crossed on his bed as he did. “Okay, can you take the shirt off so I can have a look?” I asked while grabbing my phone in case I needed better light.

“Oh?” He said suggestively, causing my cheeks to flush and quickly look over at him.

“Lloyd!” I scolded and he just chuckled before pulling his shirt over his head. He always did that stupid flirting whenever he was injured and I needed to have a look, causing me to ask him to remove clothing. It always made me flustered. And sometimes a little horny.

When I saw his bare back, I saw I did not need a flashlight. A big part of his back was blue, almost purple, while there were some grazes that seemed to have draw light blood.

“Shit, where you slammed against a wall or something?” I asked, trailing the wound with my hand, causing him to shiver.

“Might be, I don’t remember,” he admitted and I shook my head.

“You stay here, I’ll grab you some salve,” I said before leaving the room without any further comment.

I came back within a few minutes and started slowly spreading the cool salve over his back, trying to ignore how his muscles moved under his skin whenever he shifted.

“I’m done,” I told him and put the tube in my back pocket, he turned to face me. He stared at me for a second before absolutely baffling me.

“I’m sorry,” he murmured, causing my eyes to slightly widen.

“I- what?” I knotted my eyebrows together in confusion.

“About.. you know, the fight,” he clarified, causing realisation to hit me.

“Lloyd-” I started but he cut me off before I could continue.

“I just needed to say it, I always wanted to, but I was just too much of a coward to do so,” he admitted, making me lightly bite my lip.

“Okay,” I just nodded, what was I supposed to say to this?

“Okay?” He raised and eyebrow at me, causing anger to boil up.

“Yeah, okay, what do you want me to say otherwise, cause I am not gonna apologise!” I pointed an angry finger at him.

“(Name)-”

“No, you were an absolute dick to me while I was just warning you and I was still right in the end!” I yelled, the anger I had felt all that time ago, the anger that I had still felt the entire year deep down, came running back up.

“Yeah, you made that clear,” he huffed, casing me to shoot him a quick glare.

“Yeah, the text was a bit of an asshole move, but it felt good at the time,” I crossed my arms and looked right at him.

“Oh it felt good?” He raised his eyebrows with wide eyes, looking at me in disbelief.

“Yeah, it felt good,” I repeated. “I sure hope you realise how absolutely devastated I was after everything. I was shattered after leaving not only you but the others! Not only that but it was over a stupid fight about that- that stupid, evil, moron of a princess that had all of you eating out of her hand!” I yelled at him and he was stunned into silence.

I bit my lip hard, trying to get rid of the tears in my eyes but they refused and just started streaming down my face, I hid my face in my hands not wanting him to look at my face right now. He seemed horrified at the sight and quickly stood up.

“Hey- hey I’m sorry,” he said again and put his arms around me while I sobbed. “I’m sorry, for everything, not believing you, yelling at you, making you feel unwanted and fuck- I’m sorry for not chasing after you after everything,” he whispered to me as I sobbed.

“You’re an asshole,” I said trough hiccups and he just chuckled.

“I know,” he answered and hugged me tighter. I pulled my hands away from my face and hugged him back, my sobs slowly dying down.

“God- I missed you so much,” I admitted and I felt him tense a bit after my words, causing me to immediately regret them.

“I missed you too,” he said and I sighed, closing my eyes and burying my face in his chest, tears staining his plain grey shirt. “Do you think we could ever go back to normal?” I pulled away slightly to look at me.

“Normal?” I asked him, locking eyes with him.

“You know what I mean,” he mumbled a bit embarrassed making me lightly smile.

“Maybe if you take me out for ice cream when that poison is completely out of your system,” I lightly grinned at him, causing his eyes to light up.

“I can do that,” he grinned, eyes full of joy, before they quickly darted at my lips and then back up. He acted as if it didn’t happen and I scoffed as he took a step backwards.

“Oh for gods sake Lloyd, just kiss me already,” I exclaimed.

He didn’t need to hear it twice as he stepped closer again and leaned down. I put my arms around his neck while his hands came to restnon my hips.

His lips locked against mine and it felt like a weight finally fell of of my shoulders. It was like I had no worries at all as I kissed him again and I think he felt the same.

He pulled away for a second and we stared each other in the eyes, causing me to giggle giddily. He grinned before dipping down to kiss me again.

Bonus:

It’d been a while since Kai had spitter (Name). He’d decided to head to the medbay to check if she and Lloyd hadn’t killed each other, only to find it empty.

Confused he left to check Lloyd’s bedroom, wondering if maybe he had been fine and she had just left without a word, again.

He opened Lloyd’s bedroom door, only to halt at the sight.

In the bed laid two figures, both sound asleep. Lloyd had his arms around (Name) while she was cuddled into his chest.

Kai grinned before closing the door and rushing off to tell the others about what he just found.

#lloyd garmadon x reader #ninjago x reader #ninjago lloyd #lloyd garmadon #ninjago lloyd x reader #lego ninjago #ninjago

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mscherub · 24 days ago

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Right, so…you’re transported to a new world, and me being the science geek I am, I can’t help but think of all the bacteria you wouldn’t be accustomed to in Twisted Wonderland…so imagine how bad flu season would be, or just the spreading of sicknesses around the school in general

You better have a good immune system cause oml would it be put into overdrive. Anyways…here’s my twist on what the Scarabia boys would do in order to be helpful in your recovery ❤️‍🩹

Heartslabyul, Savanaclaw, Octavinelle, Scarabia, Pomefiore, Ignihyde, Diasomnia

Warnings!:

Sickness, obviously

Mentions of vomiting, snot, etc

To start us off…

It’s flu season in Twisted Wonderland, well you call it the flu, they call it something else you don’t even bother to learn. With you’re immune so shot and not used to the illnesses that spread around, getting sick more often that you honestly should, you woke up with a headache. Ok…nothing too serious, but you thought it to be a good idea to just take some ibuprofen equivalent in their world and “thug it out,” which ultimately lead to your current situation. Currently, you’re in the infirmary, having passed out from a raging fever and a disgustingly congested respiratory system during PE and you’re bed ridden back at ramshackle, at least until your fever goes down. Sevens bless Grim and the ghosts as they try and get you things to feel better, but you need some sort of intervention, and here comes you’re favorite person at the right time. How do they help you out?

Kalim ☀️:

Ok, saying this and being as nice as possible, Kalim would try to take care of you, key word is try there, yall. It’s literally cannon that he’ll go to any extent if he puts his mind to it, and your his concern right now, so he’ll try

I mean, he has literally had everything handed to him on a silver or gold platter, probably both, so when he hears what happened and that your sick, first thing he’ll do is comprehend it, then he’s gonna freak out and he’s going to go and help you out through any means. Granted it’s not that big of deal, but to him it is. You’re a good friend and person :(

Safe to say he wouldn’t know exactly all of what to do. He probably drags Jamil along with him to Ramshackle to have him cook you something while he just sits and pouts at you. Great help

He’ll chill in your room with you and probably yap your ear off, but he doesn’t mind if he gets sick because of you, so cough and sneeze away. He’ll laugh with you, and hopefully make you laugh with him

He’ll remember to give you you your medicine on time surprisingly enough. I don’t think he’d forget, he’s still capable of that. He’ll ask Jamil to brew something or go buy other medicines that’ll help you get better quicker. Also…maybe buy you more blankets, pillows, emotional support animals—

Stop him from buying you anything extra, it’ll save you and Jamil the extra stress :)

Jamil 🐍:

He already has Kalim to watch and now he has to go take care of you? Well, at least you’re more tolerable so he won’t won’t complain, and he is doing this on his own, so there’s that for the excuse

Of course Jamil is going to cook for you. He’ll make you whatever you want, but if you don’t eat it I fear he may get a little pissed off…don’t waste his time if you're not hungry!

He’ll clean around Ramshackle, disinfecting, etc. but if he sees a bug he will stop and he will go grab grim, and just like those people with their cats, put him in front of the bug so Grim can get it

Now, he doesn’t want to get sick himself, so he will keep his distance while you stay in bed. He has stuff to do around his own dorm and he can’t afford to become ill because of you. Don’t cough or sneeze on him, he’ll walk out.

While you lay in bed, he’ll sit downstairs and he’ll write down his notes for you, a get well well token from him to you

He’s on top of medicines, very calculated with that, and since he’s kind of educated on the topics of remedies, specifically for Kalim’s sake, he’ll use that knowledge and maybe brew you up something to expedite the process of your recovery

Sorry for not posting for a day 💀

Anyways…I’m gonna try and finish up the bed ridden series tomorrow so I can start on a new one, and also post a Vil oneshot soon, hopefully, we’ll see if I have energy. ANYWAYS, THANKS FOR READING LOVELIES MWAHHHHH!!!

Master list

Please don’t steal or copy any of my work! You may, however, reblog if you’d want to!

Pictures belong to Disney Twisted Wonderland but are edited by me :)

#twisted wonderland #scarabia #twst jamil #jamil viper #twst kalim #kalim al asim #twisted wonderland jamil #twisted wonderland kalim #comfort #sickness #feel better #fluff #headcanon #scarabia x reader #<3 #kalim x reader #jamil x reader

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twodiamondhoes · 28 days ago

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Get to Know Me Game

Tagged by the lovely @blacktofade!

last song: Stay Golden by Saint Motel

favorite color: @ prev yellow gang rise up!!!!

last book: I am currently reading The most self-indulgent thing ever, which is Pride and Prejudice in Space by Alexis Lampley. It has two of my favorite things: Pride and Prejudice and a truly astonishing amount of worldbuilding, like I am taking so many notes on how Lampley did her worldbuilding. Also she illustrated it herself and I have mad respect for that this book is gorgeous.

last movie: Nosferatu! I have not stopped thinking about it. I need to see it again immediately because I wasn't paying close enough attention to the plot, I got distracted by the way they were clearly taking cues from Expressionist filmmaking styles of the 1920s. There's a shot that reads exactly like one of the backgrounds of Das Cabinet to me and I am trying to stay normal about it.

last tv show: Leverage :D Jim and I are poking at a leverage au to and I'm using it to keep from obsessing too hard over my other projects & as a cute little cooldown/warmup thing and I'm having SO much fun with it!

sweet/spicy/savory: Spicy food all the way down. I have a major sweet tooth, but spice ekes out the win because it's all I can eat when I'm sick.

last thing I searched for online: "Seamstress's Guild" for Only Silver reasons. I wanted to make sure I wasn't being subtle with the reference I was making. Before that it was "Capet-Plantagenet Feud" for Dirges reasons.

current obsession: the upcoming chapter of Only Silver has officially invaded my dreams, so does that count?

looking forward to: I'm headed to the coast this weekend! it'll be my first real vacation in a hot minute because I spent 80% of last year unemployed.

Thank you for tagging me, Jo! <3

No pressure at all to anyone! (And let me know if you'd prefer I not tag you in these <3 ) but I'll go ahead and tag: @hitheeprithee @canarydarity @azzayofchaos and @slooopes!

#tag game #I'm determined to be more active in the community side of fandom this year which means not opening these in a tab and forgetting to do them #I am so incredibly time blind and so good at forgetting to message people back/never knowing what to say but I am Working On It!!

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cameronspecial · 1 year ago

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Let Me Take Care of You, Angel

Pairing: Frat!Rafe Cameron x Reader

Warnings: Threatening to Get Someone Fired, Reader being sick

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 0.8K

Summary: Y/N can barely stand but it doesn't stop her from trying to go to class, so Rafe steps up and goes for her.

A/N: This is like a prequel to Let Me Handle It, Angel, but you can read it by itself or in any order.

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Her nose shouldn’t be so stuffy with the amount of liquid dripping down from it right now. The tickle in the back of her throat that won’t go away no matter how many cough drops or tea she drinks is driving her crazy. To top it all off, she is constantly going between being hot and cold, which causes her to turn dizzy as she is taking Rafe’s sweater on and off. She blows her nose again to alleviate some of the build-up, but she still can’t breathe.

Meanwhile, Rafe is in the kitchen getting her lunch ready. He hopes his mom’s homemade chicken noodle soup has enough broth to counterbalance the too much salt he accidentally put in. The butter bread he lays on the tray is to give her a little more substance and he is about to pour her some freshly squeezed orange juice into her favourite mug. He goes to get the juice to find his frat brother, Topper, about to pour the last of the juice into his own cup. The death glare Rafe sends his best friend stops the other boy. Rafe grabs the glass jug from the boy and pours it into her mug. He brings the tray of food upstairs to find her trying to change into some leggings. She got dizzy trying to put them on standing up so now, she is rolling around his bedroom floor trying to yank her pants up her bloated lower body. Rafe sighs at the sight of her and places the tray on his desk.

“Stop, please. Let me take care of you, Angel. Please,” he begs, taking off the leggings and putting his sweatpants back on for her. She resists a little, not because she is uncomfortable with his help but because she wants the leggings on, “No, Rafe. I have to go to class. I need to put some clothes on.” He shakes her head at her begging. “No, angel. You can barely stand up, let alone go to class. Please, sit back down and eat something,” he orders, guiding her to sit up against his headboard so she can eat. She refuses, “I have class, Rafe. I need to go. This prof takes attendance for a mark.” “Well, then I’ll go for you. I’ll record the lecture and even take notes for you, angel. Just please, stay here and get some rest,” he offers, starting to get changed into some clothes to head to her class.

“Rafe, that would never work. The professor knows what I look like and that I’m a girl.”

“Don’t worry about it, my sweet angel. I’ll take care of it. Now, I expect to see all of that food gone by the time I get back, understand?”

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Rafe sits at the back of the lecture hall with different coloured pens and a pencil before him. He writes the date in her notebook as neatly as possible then switches to a blue pen for the title. One lazy afternoon together, when they first got together, she was studying while he just watched her. He asked her why she liked handwritten notes and why she used different colours. She explained that the handwritten notes are better for her to transcribe when she studies and the different pens help her visualize the notes better. So he is going to try his best to copy her notes how she likes it.

The clock hits 2 P.M. and Professor Simmons begins the attendance. “Y/N Y/L/N,” he calls out, looking around the front rows for her familiar face. Rafe’s hand darts up, “Present.” The masculine voice causes Professor Simmons to look up from his computer. “You aren’t Ms. Y/L/N,” he questions with an arch brow.

“No, I am not. But she is currently sick at the moment so I’m filling in. So you can just mark her as here.”

“I don’t know who you are, but this isn’t how this works.”

“Well, allow me to introduce myself. I’m Rafe Cameron. Y/N’s loving boyfriend, but also a Cameron. The same Cameron, whose name is on the business building. One phone call and I can have you fired. Tenure or not. So do we have any problem with me being here for Y/N?”

Rafe holds his phone up about to dial his dad, who would do anything in a heartbeat for Y/N because he thinks she is good for Rafe. The auditorium goes silent as they wait for the professor to answer. Professor Simmons shakes his head and continues on with the list.

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The door opening makes Y/N look towards it. Her boyfriend stands at the entrance with a grin on his face and ice cream in his hand. “How did it go?” she barely gets out between coughs, reaching for the pint of ice cream she knows she shouldn’t be eating. Rafe wraps his arm around her and places a kiss on her temple, “Without a problem. How are you feeling, angel?” “That’s good. Thank you for going. And a little better. I haven’t puked since you left,” she tells him, eating another bite of ice cream. He smiles at that fact, “I would do anything for you. I’m so glad you are better. I love you, angel.”

“I love you too, Rafe.”

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jillsandwhichs · 1 month ago

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Two girls, one bed

Chapter 12 of RE Characters x Reader Smutshot Collection

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Pairing: F!Reader x Ashley Graham

Summary: You and Ashley are staying at a Hotel whilst on a road trip. What the two of you don't realize is—you got a room with only 1 bed. Neither of ya's mind considering you're friends, so you share. One thing leads to another and, you two experiment a bit

Status of your guy's relationship in this one shot: Friends

WC: 4.5k

Type: NSFW

Warnings: Making Out, Dirty Talk, Slight breast play, Oral (Ashley receives), Fingering (Ashley receives), Clit rubbing (You receive)

A/n: Hi! Hope you all enjoy. Please check out my masterlist, there's a lot of stuff there. You can get to know me, you can see the rules of my blog and then you can see all of my fanfictions. You'll be able to find the previous chapters to this fic and upcoming ones. You'll also be able to find my Wattpad & AO3. Comments, reblogs & likes are appreciated. Thank you

Closing the room's door behind you, you let out a loud sigh of relief. You set your hefty backpack down on the beige recliner near the TV area and simply soaked in the fact you two are finally at the Hotel. That drive it took to get here was no joke; You were both in the car for over eight hours, resting is needed, not optional. You stretched your body out once again, needing to let all of your wiggles out after sitting in that small vehicle for nearly half of the day. You got in the car around noon and it's now almost seven!

Ashley then entered into the room and giggled, dropping her bag onto the floor and removing her white coat before hanging it up on the rack beside her. She is just as exhausted as you are, though the excitement is overpowering that fact. She removed her white beanie (Which had a fluffy ball on the top) and carelessly dropped it on the floor. It has been extremely cold & windy outside today so you both made sure to dress for the occasion.

The reason you two are traveling together at all is because you are on your way to Colorado. Reason being you want to see the mountains and also visit a resort you two have been rambling about for months. A drive from Maryland to there isn't easy - pit stops at Hotels will occur. Luckily, money isn't an issue. Not only have you saved up but so has she and plus, her father is literally the President of the United States so the last thing Ashley needs to worry about is running out of cash.

Ashley glanced around the room then made a puzzled look, which then confused you. You sat up and looked around. "Is this not our room or something?" You asked her, genuine concern lying in your tone. "No, this is our room, the key card worked. It's just that there isn't double beds in here, as I requested." She raised an eyebrow and ambled over to the Hotel room's stationed phone. She picked it up and read off the number on the paper whilst dialing it.

For you, only one bed isn't an issue but it's a bit annoying. You'd like to have your own space when resting but you aren't a very confrontational person.

"Hello? Yes, hi. I'm Ashley Graham and I am currently in room 105 but I have a complaint to register... Yeah, so the room I got does only have one bed despite me stating we needed a double. Over the phone about a week ago, I was told room 105 is in fact a double." She can be so bitchy when needed & you love it. For some reason when it comes to your best friend, a lot of what she does is appealing to you and you'll never quite grasp what that truly means in your heart.

"So you can't just switch our rooms? It's not that difficult." Ashley stated over the phone. Through the line you could hear some older man babbling so you knew Ashley was getting sick of it by the second. "Fine, but just know, you will be receiving a bad review for false advertisement." She then hung up the phone and scoffed. "You know I'm usually not mean in that way but that guy had some real attitude." Ashley stood up and walked over to you before sitting on the end of the bed.

"What's the sitch then? We have to share a bed?" "Guess so but don't worry, I don't bite unlike the probable bed bugs they have here." Ashley joked and unbuttoned her jeans, taking them off right in front of you. You felt your face heat up but you were quick to look down, acting like you were about to pull out your phone. You and Ashley are very comfortable around one another, that is no secret. Although, Ashley does things around you that cause you to feel ways you don't normally feel.

One time in your guy's dorm, she "playfully" grabbed your boobs and squeezed them and that sent you over an edge that night; It was literally all you could think about for a good while.

It isn't any secret that young adult hood is all about exploring your sexuality in many different ways and so far, you haven't been confused. You've remained unlabeled. You do often find yourself attracted to women and fantasizing doing things with them but it's never been taken that far in the real world. You aren't a virgin, you had sex for the first time when seventeen and now that you're twenty-one, you think about sometime trying it with a lovely lady.

Ashley slipped on a pair of pajama shorts and a tank top - this is the outfit she plans to sleep in. You brought a similar outfit but except for a tank top, it is a type of sports bra. You two really thought ahead. Knowing that Hotel rooms tend to heat up later at night, especially in this weather, you both brought casual and more lighter clothing. You got off of the recliner and opened your bag, grabbing your sleepwear out and glancing back at Ashley. "I'll go get dressed, then how about we order some room service?" "Sure thing." Ashley grinned at you whilst plopping down onto the large bed.

You entered the bathroom and closed the door behind you, though not all the way. You slid your hoodie off and instead replaced it with your night time shirt. Your leggings, they are black and thick, great for the cold weather, came off with ease as well. You put on your white & purple pajama shorts, making sure they were fit nicely. You checked yourself out in the mirror and smirked. One thing you've never been insecure about is your body. You are one sexy girl, you'll always believe that.

You tied your hair into a low ponytail as well. If you are eating, the last thing you need is greasy Hotel food managing to end up in your hair. You also snagged a white wipe from the counter and wiped off the minor makeup you have on. You just wore eyeliner & mascara today but still, you don't want to sleep in it and half of the time you forget to take it off.

Exiting the bathroom, you shut off the light and closed it behind you. You glanced forward and saw Ashley analyzing the menu provided to guests so they can order room service. She patted the bed beside her and smirked. "They have some good options, come look!" She said. You also realized the TV was on some reality show she must've put on. That is very Ashley of her. You sat down beside her and scooched close enough to see the menu and yeah, she wasn't fibbing.

You immediately spotted a meal you want to try - the smash burger with fries. You haven't eaten since around two so it's safe to say you're literally starving. "I want that, order me that." You pointed at the menu with a chuckle. She nodded and made a mental note. "That sounds good but I'm going to get a meatball sub, I can't wait to eat." She stated with a laugh before grabbing the phone once again and dialing the kitchen to order some delicious room service.

You hadn't really took it into account but she smells divine. All you can smell from her aroma is cherries & vanilla. It's a mixture of perfume and her body wash. It's delectable. You sighed deeply and bit your lower lip, ignoring her enticing scent as best as you could. Ashley is your best friend and you find yourself weird for having these thoughts about her. The most you two have ever even done is kiss a little bit and that was because you two were drunk, therefore, does it even count?

"Yep, that's all! Thanks." Ashley spoke kindly to the worker before hanging up the phone. "She said it'll be here in about ten minutes so until then, let's watch Gypsy Sisters!" Oh, so that's the stupid show she's watching, no surprise there. You snorted and nodded. "Yes, let's do it... Let's subject myself to torture." As you said that she nudged you and leaned back agaisnt the bedframe, her eyes locking with the TV and seemingly never leaving it - unless to look at you.

"Mmm." She practically moaned out as she took the final bite of her sub. You snickered and finished off the last few French fries you had left in the box they came in. She nodded and wiped off her fingers and face. Damn, that food was actually good. Well, it's probably only so good because neither of you have eaten for some time. Either way, you two are full and tired. You closed your box and tossed it into the trash can near the bed, Ashley did the exact same thing.

Whilst suffering while watching her stupid reality show, you two ate rather quickly. No complaints though, it was tasty and you feel dazed - as if you're food drunk. She laid back into the bed and covered herself up, grabbing the remote and turning down the TV. "Do you mind shutting off the light? I'm going to try and get some shut eye." Ashley emphasized on try considering she does often have a more difficult time falling asleep in new places. "Sure."

You got off of the bed and with haste turned off the light. The only lights now were from the television and the moon outside (During the Winter season, daylight savings is enacted). You climbed back into the bed and allowed yourself to relax. This feels different. You two are so close. You expected Ashley to move away from you but no, she cuddled up with her pillow and had her eyes closed. Not that you mind, you just thought she'd be as far away from you as possible.

Hopefully you'll be able to get a copious amount of rest tonight.

Slowly, you felt your eyes open. The room was so dark, so dark to the point you didn't even realize your eyes had fully opened up. With the slight moonlight casting into the room, you were able to spot the digital clock. It read of 2:45 AM. You got some sleep, but not as much as you intended and you already know it'll be difficult to rest again. You scratched your head and turned around and to your surprise, Ashley was simply laying there, eyes open but she wasn't doing anything.

"Oh, hey." You murmured, slouching back into the bed as you faced her. "Hi." Your best friend said with a soft, tired tone. It was cute. You smiled and sighed softly. "Can't sleep?" "Not really. You?" "I probably won't fall back asleep for awhile." "Me neither." Ashley chuckled and ran her slim fingers through her luscious blonde hair. You gazed at her though it was hard to see her due to the lack of light. For some reason, you just knew the two of you were looking into each other's eyes.

You bit your lower lip and looked away before whispering to her again. "It's so cold." You giggled, leaning up and reaching for the comforter, pulling it over the two of you. Ashley snorted and scooted closer to you in bed, allowing the comforter to engulf her smaller frame. With the two of you closer and the thick, heated blanket over you two, you felt your body heat back up in a way that almost thrilled you. The heat wasn't just thermal but deep within you too.

Looking back over at Ashley, you saw her looking at you again. Without being able to entirely see her face, you could tell something was different about her though you couldn't really pinpoint what it was. You closed your eyes and sighed; The best thing to try and do right now is get some sleep. However, you then felt Ashley's feet graze against yours, then her hand make it's way to your waist, her other hand supporting her head.

Your eyes shot open and you snorted. "You okay?" Now you were a bit concerned. "Sorry, should I move my hand?" She chuckled and moved it, feeling awkward now. Even she doesn't know what's gotten into her. "No," you grabbed her hand and licked your lips in a way that sent plenty of signals. "It's not a problem, not at all." She set her hand back onto your waist and chuckled before looking down, trying to think of what to say.

It's no secret that you and Ashley are close. Very close. You two do everything together. You two have also cuddled but in a way close friends would, but this? This is a bit different. You simply shrugged it off though.

Ashley caressed her thumb against your waist and let out a sad sounding sigh. She seems tired but also full of so much feeling, therefore it's hard to pinpoint what is going on with her. "Ashley?" You whispered but you were suddenly caught off when the feeling of her soft, floral tasting lips pressed against yours. You breathed in sharply and swiftly moved your hand to her cheek as you accepted the kiss.

That was surely unexpected.

You sighed softly and moved your lips with hers. Her hand gripped your waist and her mouth slightly opened, a clear signal. You giggled before slipping your tounge into her mouth, allowing your guy's mouths to conjoin. This is... Insane... You never ever thought this could even happen. You thought Ashley was straight so what is going on with her? You moved your hand up to her hair, playing with it and running your fingers through it's softness.

You don't know how to feel. You feel good, but when it comes to Ashley, you're clueless. She's never been this way before. "Ashley, Ashley, wait." You suddenly pulled away and caught your breath. Your hand didn't move from your face, but hers did from your hip. Now you're all sorts of confused. "What? I'm sorry, shit." Ashley wiped her lips and turned her body, facing the other way. Oh Ashley and her theatrics.

You sat up and set your hand on her waist in attempts to get her attention. "What is going on with you?" You whispered in a soft tone. You said it in a way that was kind and concerning, not demeaning and judgemental. She sighed deeply and began to bite her inner cheeks - a sign of pure anxiety. "Let's experiment some things." She sat up and glanced at you. Experiment? Ashley? This is comical.

You snorted and cupped her face. "You are straight, there's no experimentation needed." You chuckled. You could tell she was feeling ornery and irritated at your words. "That's the thing," Ashley sighed before rubbing her temple, "What if I'm not?" That's a question you've asked yourself numerous times. All you could do was slouch and cross your arms. "Why me then? You have other friends and even girls in your circle that are Lesbian, who would be willing to help you out." "Because I trust you and," she then climbed into your lap, earning a gasp out of you, "I do find you attractive."

Placing your hands onto her waist, you bit your lower lip and looked up at her. The room has gotten slightly brighter due to the moon's movement and you are able to see a bit of her face. She is gorgeous. You've always known that she was. "Okay." You simply said and with that, Ashley smashed her lips against yours, her tounge eager to connect with yours. You felt her tongue slide against your lips and you opened your mouth, allowing her entry into it and she was sure to be cocky with it.

You gripped her hips as you laid back agaisnt the headboard. You could just feel how needy she was and it seriously turned you on. Even if this is out of pure arousal, you don't mind. You find Ashley attractive too and it isn't always so bad to test the waters; You just hope this doesn't affect your guy's relationship at all. She moaned and pulled away from the kiss for a moment to pull off her tank top, leaving her in a bra and shorts. You are still in your sleepwear, it's practically the same as hers.

Ashley began to carefully grind herself against your lap. Fuck. You didn't think she'd do that. It's insanely sexy. Despite being able to hardly see her, picturing the clear image of her shifting against you sexually is arousing. "Oh," you whispered, holding onto her hips and helping her move against you, "That's it. Does it feel good?" You questioned her. "Yeah." She panted out and began to do it quicker, shifting her weight onto just one of your thighs now.

You are hers to use.

As she basically rode your thigh, your hands moved behind her and unclasped her bra. You've seen her tits before but never in a manner where you'd be able to touch them. "Can I?" You gawked at her breasts, just wanting to feel their warmth in your hands. "Mhm." She sighed deeply, her pussy becoming wetter by the second as she moved against you. You were quick to cup them both. You rolled her nipples between the tips of your fingers and you also squeezed them, their plushness was rather enticing.

She came to a halt on your thigh and her fingers gripped your bralette, removing it and throwing it onto the Hotel room's floor. You giggled and sat up, your chest now pressing against hers. It was so intimate. Even if this is just experimental, neither of you are able to deny the chemistry between you two. You kissed her gently and ran your tongue slowly along her lip before you two began to make out only now, it was slower and more passionate.

The sounds the two of you made together were ones of pure desire & horniness. Even with a man, you've never felt this way before. Is this a sign? Enough of that, you just want to focus on her for now. "Here." You lifted her off of you and laid her on her back. You pulled your hair back into a ponytail and that quickly sent signals of what you were about to do to her. Ashley felt her stomach heat up with need and she lifted up her hips, pulling her shorts and panties off with haste and allowing them to end up wherever on the large bed.

It's a bit difficult to see but you'll deal. You just want to show her how much more skilled a lady's tongue is compared to a man who knows nothing about a woman's oral pleasure.

Leaning down, you were face to face with her dripping cunt. She smells amazing, so feminine. You breathed in deeply before beginning to kiss & suckle on her upper, inner thighs. Ashley squealed and let out a soft noise of relaxation. Around you, she doesn't feel nervous. With the men she's hooked up with, she always has. She tends to feel unsafe with them. With you? She feels exactly how she does any other time except in the mood to get eaten out, funnily enough.

The popping sound your mouth made as you stopped sucking on her thigh earned a shutter out of Ashley. It feels so good for her. You are careful with her, sure to make her feel good inside. "You smell amazing." You whispered to her in hopes it'll relax her more and it did, truly. You switched to her other thigh and licked it before leaving a few more hickies on it. You marked what was yours for the night and if another man is to hook up with her soon, you hope the ass sees them.

Alas, her pussy. It's wet. You soaked her up real good. You are proud of yourself in truth. You licked your lips slowly before finally connecting your mouth to her special spot. Ashley gasped and her hands gripped the sheets beneath her. It's been a bit since she received head so naturally it feels amazing but for her, it being you doing it to her is a whole other & new feeling. "Oh God." Ashley sighed and spread her legs open further, giving you more space.

You chuckled and began to suckled on her folds. You lapped & licked at them. She tastes good even. "You taste... Divine..." It was hard to find a word to describe it but divine fit best. She takes good care of herself and it shows. You flicked your tongue against her clit before suctioning your mouth around it, sucking it up and rubbing your tongue agaisnt it in a way that was unique to her. "You're... God... Why are you so good at this!?" Ashley moaned, her eyes rolling into the back of her head as you continued.

Your nose slightly teased her nub as you lowered your head, focusing on getting her entrance extra wet. You stuck your tongue in & out of her little hole at a rate that she couldn't keep up with. On either side of your head, her legs were slightly shaking - you can only imagine how her legs are going to be here in a second. You moved away from her entrance after getting it soaked in your salvia and went back to her clit. That sensitive nerve, it is just begging for your smooth tounge.

Sucking on it again, you brought your two fingers up and chuckled, "Let me-" and before you could finish your sentence, she nodded aggressively. "Yes, please, fuck." She leaned her head back. Well, that was quite a way of saying yes. You then ran your fingers through her folds, picking up her wetness before ultimately sliding your fingers inside of her tight pussy, earning the most earnest moan from her yet. "Oh God..." She whispered. You felt her contract around you, she's already close, just from you sucking on her a little bit and now fingering her.

As your fingers slid in and out of her, you lapped at her clit and her folds. The combo was too much. Ashley could feel herself getting closer to her breaking point. For her, this is the fastest she's ever felt this way before. No man has broughten her to an orgasm this fast. "That feels so good, don't stop... Don't stop." Ashley begged you. She closed her eyes and just focused on the feeling which only fueled her soon to be orgasm more.

With just a few more thrusts of your fingers and a round of licking at her sensitive clit, she finally came around them. She let out a cry and her back arched. You felt her walls tighten even more around your fingers before you carefully removed them. As she came, you didn't stop eating her out. You continued and locked your arms around her thighs. You kept this up until she was literally shaking and telling you to stop. Unlike most men, you listen when told stop.

You pulled away and giggled, licking your lips and grabbing a tissue to quickly wipe away the access liquid from your mouth. Her legs were shaking and she could barely find the words to speak up. "Wow, I just... Holy fuck." She snickered and laid you back onto the bed. You shook your head no and tried to stop her. "I'm not a pillow princess Ashley, no worries." But she shook her head and giggled, "I'm not eating you out."

Then what is she going to do?

She pressed her lips against yours and you felt her soft, small hand trail down your body. You jolted at her hand over your clothed clit, then when she slid her hand beneath your shorts and underwear. "Just lay back, let me do this for you... I wanna see if I like it too." She admitted. Alrighty then.

The two of you kissed slowly and lovingly as she rubbed your clit. Her fingers are skilled, is she sure she hasn't done something like this before? Or... Well... She most definitely has... To herself. You giggled at the thought and considering your mouth opened as you did, she slid her tongue back into it and kissed you. The kiss was wet and passionate, but it was also everything you've been yearning for as of late.

Ashley's fingers sped up and you moaned softly, which you rarely do. "You like?" "Mhm." You said with a shaky voice. Her fingers moved quicker and with more pressure which was quick to make you cum. As you did, you kissed her, your hand holding the back of her head. She giggled and pulled away after you finished coming down from your high. "Well..." She said awkwardly, crashing onto the bed beside you. "I'll have to evaluate this experiment in the morning." You laughed loudly at her statement before kissing her cheek.

"I think the results are clear doc, you are gay." You joked and she giggled. "In all seriousness though, take your time. Sexuality isn't easy. Trust me, I of all people would know."

You then laid your head back onto the pillow and sighed deeply.

Now how are you supposed to sleep after that?

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luckbr1nger · 27 days ago

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I am so sick of myself

Recently, I saw a video that said something along the lines of, if you haven't changed yet, it's because you aren't sick enough of who you are. Thinking about being in the same situation once again next year sent me into a panic, I cannot let this happen again.

This is going to be a long ranting post about where I'm at now and what I want to do to change it. Maybe you're in a similar position, this is a no-judgment opportunity for us all to finally make the changes we need to be happy with ourselves <3

TW: Disordered eating, self harm, mental health

What I Want to Change

Health

I am probably suffering the worst with food recently than I have in years. I have slipped back into bad eating habits where I will restrict myself, binge and then purge. I recently lost a lot of weight in a short amount of time and when I started to stagnate, I spiralled to try and keep losing the weight and it all just got worse and worse.

I have PCOS and insulin resistance so weight loss has never been easy for me, and I have never been thin. Last year, I managed to lose enough weight to leave the obese BMI category, but I am still overweight and I would like to be safely in the middle of the normal range. This is important to me because of my PCOS, there is an increased likelihood of other health issues being overweight.

I would also like to exercise more and start to build muscle, I am so unfit and muscle is so important for supporting your bones and physical health. Because of years of disordered eating, I have quite severe vitamin deficiencies, especially Vitamin D and B12 which has resulted in incredible fatigue leaving me unable to exercise. I have had a course of B12 injections and I take tablets 3 times a day and I'm hoping this allows me to have more energy and exercise more.

I also finally passed my driving test and when I get a car I am going to be able to go to the gym regularly!

Finances

I have a long history of self harming and reckless behaviours due to my BPD and CPTSD. I have been clean from self harming for about a year now, but I struggle a lot with other forms of harm such as overspending, shopping addictions and other harmful addicting behaviours but spending is the worst currently.

I have gotten myself into a lot of debt on multiple credit cards, a loan and unregulated credit like Klarna/clearpay. It's something I am so ashamed of and I am constantly in a cycle of having to pay hundreds a month to repay my debts. I want to be out of this cycle and I want to learn better coping skills for managing my mental health that doesn't involve destructive behaviours.

Hoarding

This goes together with the above, but because of my overspending, my surroundings are so cluttered. I live with my parents and my room is so tiny, I don't already have space and yet with my spending, I keep buying more and more and more and my room keeps become more cluttered and more unliveable.

I would like to downsize, I am by no means a minimalist and I have no real desire to become a minimalist, however I do not want to continue the level of consumerism that I have been. I would only like to buy the things that I need, and I would like to use up the things I have first and stop feeling attached to objects I don't need so that I can finally declutter.

Other

The areas above are the most important to me right now, the most pressing areas that I would like to sort out. However, there are some 'smaller' less dire areas I want to work on.

Hobbies: I want to focus on the hobbies I am already working on and stop picking up every hobby I hear about

Socialising: I struggle a lot with social anxiety, but I would like to slowly try and socialise more, whether it is meeting up more with my friends or trying to make more friends and put myself out there more!

What am I going to do about it?

I have some overarching, large goals for these that I am going to write down here to work towards making my life better, at the beginning of each month, I will break down my large goals into smaller goals and then at the end of each month I will do a review of how things went, anything that went well, what maybe didn't go well and my goals for the following month off the back of that.

Goals

General

Each day, do one thing I don't want to do, but need to do

Before each week, write a post on my tumblr about how the last week went and my goals for the upcoming week

Each month write a review of the last month and my goals for the coming month

Health

Reach 100-110lbs (I know it's fairly low, I'm very short, and this weight is healthy for my height)

Create a regular workout routine where I am weight training 3x a week

Reach a point where I am doing yoga at least 5 times a week, I notice I am calmest and my mental health is best when I have a regular yoga practice

Remember to take my B12, multivitamins, inositol and antidepressants regularly (I am so bad at this)

Be able to run a 5k (my cardio health isn't great, so I would love to reach a point where I can do this)

Only having takeaways when my boyfriend is down (he lives far away and when he is down it is a treat for us to get a takeaway)

Finances

Pay off my credit card debts (Current total: 3259.30)

Pay off my flexpay credit (Current total: 1297.70)

Pay off my loan (10744.47)

Low Buy 2025 (more details in another post)

Save 1k

Each week, write down what I'm spending and log it

Each month, take this and see where my money is going

Hoarding

Declutter 1 area of my room each month until I am happy with it

Other:

Hobbies

To stop myself from picking up a million more hobbies, I've included some goals for the hobbies I already have to keep me busy

Complete the colouring books I already have before ordering more

Sew an outfit for myself!

Start up ice skating weekly again

Read down my TBR (current number of unread books: 422)

Go on a photography day out

Create a language learning plan I will stick to weekly

Once Dad has sorted the herb garden, choose some seasonal plants to plant

Begin writing again, I have so many ideas and get too worried with perfectionism, but I need to put that aside and just write!

This isn't a 'New Year, New Me' project, these are continuous, ongoing habit and behavioural changes. If you want to join me, please do!! I want this to be a safe space for people who want to better their lives, and we can all support eachother <3

#girlblogger #girlblogging #aesthetic #girl blog aesthetic #it girl #that girl #aesthetic blog #self care blog #self care #self care tips #self love #self love tips #love yourself #confidence #be confident #it girl tips #personal growth #growth mindset #luckbr1nger

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pinkponyglitter · 2 years ago

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Cover your cough

one shot | Grey’s Anatomy | Masterlist

pairing; Addison Montgomery x f!reader.

tags; fluff, confession, attending x intern

summary; you are an intern at Seattle Grace and you work under ‘The Ruler of all that is Evil’. everyone gets sick sometimes, and when a woman that you happen to have a crush on gets sick. you just can’t pass the opportunity.

notes; i wrote this a long time ago, please bare with me…

Being on Addison's Montgomery service is not an easy job. Especially when you have to look for her all over the hospital. Unfortunately Seattle Grace has a lot of good hiding spots.

"Hey, have you seen Dr. Montgomery?" You asked one of the nurses.

"No, sorry." She replied and rolled her eyes.

"Okay, thanks."

You like most of the nurses, they're really nice and very helpful but some of them are horrible. For example, this one, her name is Bria and she's a pain in the ass. Which makes you sad because you've always been really nice to her, unlike other residents.

You had been looking for her for an hour already, You really thought that Bailey wanting to get rid of you, did not mention that Addison had taken time off. Just when you were really about to give up you walked into one of the one-call rooms. You sat down on the bed that faced the couch and saw pink scrubs you've been looking for.

"There you are, I've been searching for you all day Dr. Montgomery," you mumbled. "Oh, are you okay?"

She didn't look like she was ok. She was sitting leaning on the couch and almost melting.

"Yes, I'm fine. Thank you, y/n," she replied.

You walked up to her and put your hand on her forehead. You had never seen an attending in such a state. Especially her. You've never seen her like that.

"Shit, you're burning up and I'm pretty sure that white paint has more color than your face. You're not okay, Addison. You're sick," you gasped. "Come on, I'll drive you home." You stuck out your hand.

"No, y/n. You have patients, you can't just leave. I'm gonna be fine." She protested trying to get up.

"No, come on. Lay on the bed or you can stay on the couch, whatever you feel comfortable with and I'll go to the chief and tell him that you're sick and that I'm the only one who's going to drive you home. You stay here."

As you said, so you did. You went to the chief and explained to him that you were currently on Addison's service and actually weren't busy at the time. At first he didn't like the idea, but when you started talking about how dangerous it was for her patients to stay, he quickly succumbed. Also, you bought water and a sandwich because she looked like she needed energy.

"Okay, I'm back. Do you want a sandwich? Water?" She nodded her head no. "Addison, drink this at least and don't argue with me." She finally gave in. "Are you in any pain? Anything I could look into?"

"My stomach hurts a little bit," she muttered.

"Lift your shirt up."

"No, y/n. That's fine, I'm fine."

"Stop being so stubborn, please let me help you. You finally have a chance to see how good I am." She smirked. "Now come on, lift your shirt a little bit."

You examined her abdomen and also did an ultrasound to be safe. Everything looked fine. But you could tell she was in pain, and you don't quite know why, but you felt a strange feeling in your chest. When you finally made it to your car you breathed a sigh of relief. You knew that at this point her only option was to go with you. I mean, after all, she was already in the car anyway.

It was the first time you were in the apartment of any attending, well, maybe not counting the fact that Derek practically lived in the house you lived. You climbed the stairs and soon found yourselves in a cozy apartment. You told Addison to sit on the couch and covered her with a blanket right off the bat. She looked innocent, almost like a baby.

"Why are you doing this?" You heard her raspy voice behind you.

"Huh?"

"You're nice to me and you've always been, even when you found out about me and Mark. Even when I was hard on you. I mean, I get that you're a doctor too so you help people, but just... why are you helping me?"

You couldn't hide the fact that you just cared. Fact, Addison did stupid things in life, as we all do, but that didn't make her a bad person. Besides, you started to have a little crush on her from the first time you saw her, and on top of that you became something like friends and she was really close to you. You understood each other.

"I just care about you," you responded and turned around to look at her. "Okay look, this is probably not a very good time to tell you this but... I kinda have a crush on you?" You made a weird face. "I didn't tell you anything because this whole thing with Derek and then Mark was hard on you, but yeah I have a crush on you, maybe something even more than a crush. Also we're friends, really good friends so stop asking me these ridiculous questions," you explained.

"You have a crush on me?" Her eyes widened.

"God, sorry I didn't mean to make you... Look, we don't have to do anything about it. I'll be fine. Just forget it." You smiled awkwardly.

Couple days later...

"You finally told her?" Mer asked and took a bite of her fries, you covered your face with your hands.

"That wasn't the plan but yeah I did. God, I'm so embarrassed." You laughed.

"Was she shocked?" Alex asked.

"Pretty much, yeah."

"You're right, this is dumb. She's practically you're boss." Cristina shrugged her shoulders.

"You're acting like you didn't screwd an attending yourself." You rolled your eyes and she just raised her hands in defense.

You're pager went off. You looked at it. It said 211 which meant that Addison paged you. You looked up at everyone's faces, most of them smirked.

"Is that your lover?" Izzie teased you.

"I hate you all, I have to go." You got up from the table and headed toward Addison's office.

You felt like you was going to throw up. You haven't seen her for a few days, after you left her apartment that day you couldn't go back. You felt stupid. You told her, you told her you felt something and she just sat there looking at you so you left as soon as you could. You didn't want to make things awkward between you, you had already passed that stage when Addison found out that your friend was Meredith.

You stood in front of the door urging yourself to knock, and when you finally worked up the courage you almost ran out of there.

"Hey, you paged me," you said looking into the office.

She was sitting at her desk, looking much better than a few days earlier. Although overall she always looked good which was unfair.

"Can we, ummm... talk about what happened?" She asked looking at you with a slight site of embarrassment in her eyes.

"Oh, sure. Why not?" you said ironically. "So I told you I have a crush and you looked at me like I was crazy, then I felt like I actually was, so I left and been avoiding you since then."

She stood up from the desk and faced you. You both breathed loudly.

"I didn't look at you like you were crazy!"

"You know when was the last time I said I liked someone!?" Now you both raised your voices. "What are you doing?" you asked confused when she came so close that you could feel her breath on your face.

"Would you just stand still?" She asked and came close enough that your lips touched in a kiss.

At that moment you thought you could fly. Your knees bent under you as soon as her hands reached your hair. God she kissed so well. Her lips were softer than anything you've ever known. It was sweet, effortlessly sweet. You wrapped your arms around her waist, her hands were in your hair. You lost yourself in her.

You break the kiss. You felt dizzy. You swear you could still feel her lips on yours. You were breathless for a moment, the silence was now filled only by your breathing.

"You..." you whispered.

"I didn't know what to say, y/n. I've never been with a woman... It's just so confusing because, I would know what I should've done that day, if you were a man but you're not and... I like you, I never even thought about falling in love with a woman. It's just... You're so caring, beautiful, smart... I..." Her eyes were running all over the room.

"Look at me," you breathed. Her blue eyes finally looked straight into yours. "God your eyes are so beautiful." You ran your thumb over her cheek. "We don't have to rush anything. Baby steps, okay?" you asked her and she nodded.

"Baby steps." She bit her lip. "Now, please kiss me." You smirked and pulled her closer to finally put your lips in a long kiss.

#addison forbes montgomery #addison montgomery #addison montgomery x reader #greys anatomy #oneshot #ᝰ.ᐟ one shots

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literallygwenandjinx · 1 month ago

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i don't usually post serious things on my blog, but right now i feel that i have to.

as some of you may know, the worst fire in LA history is currently going on. thousands of structures have been erased, over 180,000 people were forced to evacuate, 3 of my friends have lost their houses, one of my favorite restaurants is gone, my old house burned down, my parents know over 30+ people who have also been displaced, and much much more. my school has been canceled for the next week because of it's close proximity to the fire, as well as the fact that there are almost 50 students who live in the palisades that have lost their homes/been evacuated. homecoming was supposed to be tomorrow night but it's been rescheduled too. what's happening right now is so heartbreaking and i've been worried sick these last few days.

one thing that's really pissed me off is the media's reaction to the fires. i've seen people say things like "karma", and "let it burn", which is absolutely fucking disgusting. people are literally watching their entire neighborhood be destroyed and you can't even bother to show a little sympathy?? i've also seen people be like "oh well people who live in the palisades are rich- they can just rebuild", which is not entirely true, and i'll explain why;

not everybody who lives in the palisades is rich, i know because i've had a lot of friends and family who lived there and weren't rich in the slightest. yes, palisades is primarily known for being where many celebrities and wealthy people live, but that doesn't mean EVERYONE who lives there is wealthy. there are some mansions, but most houses in the palisades are fairly normal-looking. in fact, lots of houses in the palisades have been passed on from generation to generation and were bought when the house was much cheaper and not worth what it is now. (i'm not making all of this up, i've talked to people who live in that area and they've all confirmed this.)

and lets not forget the fact that even if many of these people are rich, they are still dealing with the loss of their houses and neighborhoods, i'm sure if something like this happened to you, you would be as devastated as they are. fire doesn't discriminate, it doesn't care whether you're wealthy or not, so instead of being a dick, try to be sympathetic.

secondly, i've noticed how on pretty much every video addressing the fires or showing people what's happening- a lot of the comments are saying things like; "oh well what about palestine?", or "this happens in palestine every day, free palestine", "this is nothing compared to palestine", etc.. genuinely, shut the fuck up. this isn't about palestine, this is about los angeles. not every tragedy that goes on in the world has to do with palestine, so stop trying to make this about them. am i saying that what's going on in palestine doesn't matter? absolutely not. what's going on in palestine is downright horrific and it definitely needs to be talked about, but what's going on in LA is a COMPLETELY different story and is affecting innocent people as well. you can be sympathetic towards both tragedies, but please don't compare them or say one is worse than the other, it's extremely disrespectful towards the victims and is honestly really insensitive.

these fires have spread so much in such a short period of time and there has been 0% containment so far.. i hate seeing my city like this. if you or your loved ones have been affected by the fires, my heart goes out to you. just know i and many others are here for you, and we see you. if you know someone who's had to evacuate or has lost their home, please try your best to show sympathy. try to be there for them, try helping in any way you can, if you know people who live in LA, reach out to them to see if they're alright, and lastly, please try to spread awareness. i couldn't find many donation links, but i did find this. it's to help the firefighters who are working day and night to stop this, so if you can, please donate.

if you've read up until here, thank you. i myself have not lost my house yet but i'm praying for everyone who has or is at risk, stay strong. i'm going on a hiatus for a bit until i'm less anxious, stay safe and take care everyone 🫶

#palisades fire #pacific palisades fire #los angeles #los angeles fire #wildfire #california #wildfires #la fires #eaton fire #california fires

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very-gay-poet · 26 days ago

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Warning: I am incapable of taking myself seriously, use “???” and “!!!” way too often as I am afraid of the first mark being lonely, and use “:D” at least once a paragraph, and if I didn’t, dw I used it in spirit Also I talk a lot (this is 779 words)

I love (hate) how jkr made everything so much harder than it needed to be for herself and the fandom lmao like the currency always pissed me off so I fixed it here you go:

This is based on the British currency (bc I’m most familiar with that and still have no idea why she didn’t just do this considering she just made a normal senior school magical and gave it magical properties for hogwarts?????)

The ratio to a Galleon to BP is 1:1 to make this simple bc I don’t wanna do more math than necessary :D

(ima leave all the math at the bottom to those who care about that but pls look at it I had to do MATHS. I DID MATHS FOR THIS.)

and Bc I am full of whimsy, I want them to have a print on them, kinda like how the current royal is on all the notes and coins to stop people from making it themselves or smth idk anyway a Galleon has a dragon on it bc they’re cool argue with a brick wall you have a better chance of winning (I based some of these on familiars which were more commonly associated with smaller animals so none will be as cool as a dragon :( IM SORRY CHARLIE WEASLEY I HAVE FAILED YOU)

Half a Galleon is called a Ullium (named after the first, and best, Minister Of Magic) it’s a silver coin, only slightly larger than a Galleon, in the shape of a decagon, with a print of a cat bc I definitely think they have a saying like “a cat is a witches best friend” kinda like “A dog is man's best friend” bc I love cats and so do they <3

A fifth of a Galleon is a Sickle wow I’m actually listening to canon for once look at that!!! Basically equivalent to a 20p on its own, but looks like a 5p for some reason (small circular silver coin) but with a griffin on it bc why tf not you have something against griffins????

Next up, holy moly replay that clip dude bc I’m following canon for once AGAIN!!!! Be so proud of me chat I know I am, anyways, everyone's favourite the Knut (PFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTT THAT PUN WAS NOT INTENDED AT ALL LMAOOOOO) a little bronze coin with a goat on it (fun fact that I probably should’ve known sooner: goats were believed to be magical or spiritual powers!!!! sick right???? Anyways thought that was cool, slapped it on a coin what you gonna do about it champ) no one makes a Galleon out of knuts (oh my gods I am a child) but if you wanted to you absolute weirdo you’d have to have 21 of these bad boys

MOVING ON to another one of my own making, a Coronet!!! It's a small reddish coin about the size of a twenty p and isn’t very popular, usually just used as change (bout as useful as a five p or penny) but it has a ferret on it so I wouldn’t be complaining ya win some ya lose some.

Named it coronet bc it was the name of an actual currency once used in England but bc of inflation it doesn’t exist anymore :( my baby girl was “a denomination of sterling coinage worth a quarter of one pound (five shillings, or 60 (old) pence)” according to google bc you can’t expect me to acatually remember that

Anyway for all y'all here for the math *cough* losers *cough* come right this way:

Galleon to pound ratio is 1:1

Sickle = fifth of Galleon (5 of them make 1 Galleon)

Wanna make a sickle through knuts??? First of all, why?, Second of all you just need 7 of them to make 1 sickle

To make a (1) Galleon through knuts like a dumbass you’d need 21 knuts

Though maybe not as much of a dumbass as people who wanna make a (1) Galleon out of Coronets HAHAHA have fun counting out 63 of them bitches suckers!!! (Coronets are a third of a Knut bc...I really am in too deep aren’t I)

Anyway if you wanted to make a Galleon with a Ullium, like the smart person you are, you’d only need 2

*to the tune of Sabrina Carpenters tour conclusion*

If you have an issue with my math, no you don’t :D

if you wanna know another equation of how to make x out of y then figure it out yourself :D

I am not a calculator I simply work here :D

If you want to use this for inspo or use it as is then be sure to credit/tag me as I love reading things :D

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writingtraumaforever · 2 months ago

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Uncontrolled Chaos: Chapter 21

Notes: And we're back! Some lovely big bro moments with Sonic and Knuckles in this chapter. Exploring how this Sonic is more emotionally matured than the original Sonic thanks to his relationship with Shadow as well! Also, if you're curious what "the incident" Sonic and Knuckles speak about is, read my mini-prequel to this series, 'The 30th' linked below! Hope you all had a wonderful Turkey Day and don't go broke after Black Friday!

Summary: Shadow and Sonic visit Knuckles for help.

Chapter Select!

Link to my AO3!

Prequels: Something I'm Made For ; The 30th

Start:

Angel Island is exactly where it typically is, floating high above Mystic Ruins. Shadow didn’t visit the island often, admittedly. It was sacred. Almost holy in how it was the closest thing they knew as a home for Chaos itself on their planet. Where it originated from in their history books.

Shadow was the opposite of this in many ways. He wasn’t natural. He was created. And certainly not with sacred holiness of any sort. More like demonic alien DNA and corrupted chaos energy.

And a smidge of hedgehog sprinkled in there to mix things up.

He was quite literally the man-made forced creation of a prophecy on Angel Island’s own walls.. one that spoke of Sonic. He felt like a fraud on that island. It was a mere reminder of everything he was suppose to be that he never truly was.

And so he avoided it if he could. But current circumstances weren’t very considerate of his mental battles, and he needed all the aid he could get in getting back home. So here he was, approaching the island at top speed on his flying bike. Sonic the Hedgehog 2.0 holding onto him from behind with a stupidly wide grin. Shadow’s uneasiness only growing as the island gets bigger and bigger with each passing moment..

How the hell is he suppose to land this thing???

“How the hell am I suppose to land this thing???” Shadow huffs, his previous excitement over the bike once again being replaced by anxiety and frustration at not knowing how to properly drive the damn thing.

“There’s a landing sequence,” Sonic calls over the sound of the wind whipping in their quills, chin rested on Shadow’s shoulder as he points at the control panel on the tank of the bike. Shadow looks at it and does indeed see a landing sequence button. Auto-pilot, he assumes. Convenient.

“The Dark Flyer should recognize the landing strip we built a few years back on the island,” Sonic explains, “It’ll take us straight to it.”

“I don’t have to do anything??”

“Don’t think so,” Sonic shrugs, and why does that answer not comfort Shadow??

With no other real option, Shadow taps the landing sequence button on the screen and watches as a radar of sorts pops up, an arrow spinning to point the direction he assumes he needs to lead the bike much like a compass pointing north.

He steers the bike west, circling around the island until he does in fact spot a clearing of a strip of land, a hut near it. He wonders if the Angel Island back on his world has this as well, or if this is just a Alternate World Exclusive sort of addition.

Once in range, the radar disappears and is replaced with a button that simply reads ‘Engage?’ to which Shadow taps and immediately feels the handlebars stiffen up in his grip to control themselves. He holds on, feeling the machine vibrate differently a bit under him and Sonic’s tan arms tighten around his waist as they begin to descend.

It’s pretty seamless. The bike lowers towards the landing strip, and Shadow only feels a bump and then brake that makes him and Sonic lurch forward only a little before they’ve landed safely and are slowing to a stop along the strip. Skidding at the end, Shadow watches in amazement as the bike slowly powers down and the wings fold back in beneath it.

Screen reading: ‘Landing Success: Welcome to Angel Island’.

Pretty damn sick in his opinion.

He wonders what other locations this thing is programmed to recognize.

Turning the bike off, the roar of its engine powers down slowly rather than simply cutting off as it usually would. Sonic swings a leg around to hop off the bike, turning to Shadow and offering him a hand only for Shadow to swat it away with a roll of his eyes and climb off the bike himself. Sonic just smirks at this, resting one hand on his hip and letting the other dangle at his side casually. Emerald eyes shift towards the hut nearby, rubbing under his nose as he speaks, “Doesn’t look like Knucks is at the landing center. Probably at the altar.”

Shadow glances to the hut Sonic is looking towards and then looks to the jungle surrounding them, “Well then let’s go to the altar.”

Sonic eyes him from the corners of his eyes with a little grin and quirk of his brow, Shadow ignoring the feeling of the hedgehog’s gaze on him and simply crossing his arms over his chest as he takes in the island around them.

It, like the rest of the world, doesn’t have any major changes to it. No obvious anomalies or shocking additions or subtractions from their world that Shadow can recall.

But again— he’s not super familiar with Angel Island for his own personal reasons.

That on top of the echidna never was too fond of having visitors on his island from what Rouge had told him.

Or maybe that’s just Rouge..

“I’ll race you there.”

“What??”

Shadow turns to look at the Hedgehog, but he’s already gone, leaving a trail of blue behind him and a gust of wind kicking up dirt. Shadow’s eyes immediately roll with a scoff, “Typical.”

But then he’s right behind him, paying one last glance to the Dark Rider before his air shoes rocket to life and he’s skating after the blue rival.

He catches up quickly, though he’s sure that’s because Sonic doesn’t actually want to lose him. Just wants that typical adrenaline of a quick and friendly race. They zip through the jungle, running up cliff sides and jumping from branches to swing across decrepit and sketchy bridges.

Shadow admittedly doesn’t know the exact way to the altar, so he’s forced to stay slightly behind Sonic the entire time as to let the hedgehog lead the way. Sonic will give him little glances and grins as they run to which Shadow tries his damndest to ignore.

They approach the altar in no time, the familiar green glow of the Master Emerald at the top of the tree lines ahead of them letting Shadow know which way to go.

So he speeds up, skating to be side by side with Sonic rather than behind him. They each press forward, eyes burning with the sting of wind, locked on the finish line.

They each burst from the treeline simultaneously, skidding to a halt at the bottom of the altar’s steps.

“I won!”

“As if, Faker.”

“I did! I was a solid three milliseconds ahead of you!”

“You did not win. Especially not by that sort of landslide.”

“Puh-lease! De-Nile is a river in Egypt, Shadow. You lost!”

“I did no such thing, you smug rat!”

“Hey! We’re the same species!”

“I’m a hybrid!”

“But you look like a hedgehog!”

“And you look like a loser!”

“That’s rude!”

“Ahem.”

Sonic and Shadow both blink and turn to the echidna who stands glaring at the two with a his arms crossed, a confused sort of look on his face at their bickering.

“Sonic. Shadow,” he addresses with a nod to them each.

Sonic immediately grins with a sheepish little chuckle, rubbing the back of his neck and giving a wave, “Hey Knucks. How’s it hangin’??”

Shadow just huffs and crosses his arms, looking up at the altar rather than the echidna. Again. Looks the same. Same giant rock at the top. Same ancient texts carved along the temple’s walls. Same red echidna watching over it all.

Knuckles eyes Shadow as if expecting some sort of acknowledgment, but Shadow gives him none. Knuckles raises a brow at this, “…You two having some sort of spat??”

“We have an emergency of sorts,” Shadow finally speaks, acknowledging the echidna with crimson eyes meeting amethyst ones, “One I suspect you may be of some help with.”

Knuckles smirks at this, pounding his fists together, “Need some help kicking Eggman butt again??”

“Not quite,” Shadow rolls his eyes.

“Let’s start from the beginning, huh??” Sonic offers with a little smile, “First of all, this isn’t our Shadow.”

Knuckles blinks at that, looking at Sonic, then Shadow, then Sonic again, then Shadow, “…What?”

“The Shadow from our world got swapped with a Shadow from another dimension,” Sonic explains as simply as he can manage for the guardian, “That’s why this Shadow can be such a—“

“Watch it,” Shadow warns with narrowed eyes to which Sonic chuckles.

“I was gonna say introvert.”

“To be fair, our Shadow is kind of an introvert too,” Knuckles points out.

“Yeah, but this one is wayyyy worse,” Sonic insists with a dramatic motion of his hand, “Like the dude is seriously stunted socially—“

“Is any of this relevant??” Shadow huffs, growing impatient.

“Right- sorry. Anyway, we kinda figure he got here through some sort of chaos energy anomaly or something,” Sonic shrugs, hand going back on his hip as he looks at the echidna, “Shadow here thought it would be a good idea to ask you for any sort of intel on what could have happened and how we can fix it since you’re the Chaos expert.”

“Well, I’m not really an expert,” Knuckles replies with a smug grin, rubbing under his nose all cocky with his fist.

“You’re the closest thing we’ve got to one,” Shadow mutters with a small frown, “And this is kind of dire.”

“Dire??” Knuckles frowns, looking at the hybrid with a concerned sort of expression now, “How’s it diar?? Don’t we need to just send you back??”

“Well- Tails seems to have this theory that with all this being a time and space sort of thing, it may all just implode on itself if we don’t put it back in its proper order soon,” Sonic explains.

“..Meaning..?”

Sonic knocks his fists together, opening them as he spreads them apart and making an explosion sound with his mouth— simulating the world exploding.

“…Well, that’s nice,” Knuckles grunts sarcastically, looking at Shadow, “All this because of you??”

“I’m afraid so,” Shadow frowns.

“Let’s not point fingers,” Sonic quickly interjects with a reassuring smile, “He was just trying to stay alive in a sticky situation. We all would’ve done the same thing in his shoes.”

“Wait— so when our Shadow used chaos control on the last mission and was knocked out… it was actually..?”

“This Shadow we found and took home to nurse back good as new, yeah,” Sonic confirms with a little nod, “They switched during the chaos control.”

“Huh..,” Knuckles ponders thoughtfully, looking this new Shadow over, “..So how’d you figure out he was a different Shadow?? They look the same.”

“A hedgehog always knows his man, okay??” Sonic smirks with a wink.

“He had no idea. The fox figured it out,” Shadow deadpans.

“I had a hunch!” Sonic scoffs defensively, “He was being an asshole to me. But I honestly just thought he hit his head and potentially lost some of his memory again or something. He isn’t exactly new to head trauma..”

Knuckles smirks slightly at this, “Fair. I’m not shocked Tails figured it out, though. Kid is smart as a whip.”

Shadow nods in agreement, “He’s currently working on some way to potentially communicate with my world. The theory is if we can get my alternate version to use chaos control with the fake emerald at the same time as myself again, we’ll switch back..”

“What if that just makes things worse??” Knuckles prompts with a frown.

“What you mean?” Sonic’s brows furrow, looking at the guardian as if he hadn’t considered this yet.

“What if it just makes whatever anomaly thing you guys keep talking about bigger?? Wouldn’t our world go—“ he mimics Sonic’s previous fist explosion demonstration, “—a lot quicker??”

Sonic and Shadow blink at him. Then each other.

“…Surely Tails has thought of that,” Sonic assures with a little nervous smile.

“I’d feel better if you joined us back at the fox’s workshop,” Shadow adds, looking back to Knuckles, “You know more about the chaos side of things and he knows the science. It’s safer and more efficient to have you two working together.”

“Sounds good to me,” Knuckles shrugs, glancing back to the Master Emerald at the top of the altar, “I have time to kill.”

Shadow nods, “Great. Then you’ll help.”

“Sure, man, what are friends for??” the guardian smirks with a playful punch to Shadow’s shoulder.

Shadow just narrows his eyes at this, turning around without saying another word to go back to the Dark Rider, “We have no time to waste. Let’s go.”

Knuckles watches the hybrid walk away with a frown, looking at Sonic with a quirk of his brow, “What’s with him??”

“We’re all not exactly.. friends on his world,” Sonic explains with a little sigh, a tired smile on his muzzle, “This Shadow might actually be more complicated than ours.”

“That’s possible??” Knuckles says with a snort before blinking, “wait— so are you two—“

“Nope,” Sonic answers with a shrug, “Not where he’s from. We apparently hate each other or something based on how he acts. Haven’t quite figured it out.”

“Damn,” Knuckles chuckles, walking with Sonic now to follow after Shadow towards the treeline, “Bet that was a fun revelation for him when he woke up here.”

“He was pissed when I just touched him,” Sonic huffs with an eyeroll, Knuckles laughing a bit more at this, “Thought he was gonna rip my arm off just for trying to help him drink some water.”

“Kinda wish I had seen that,” the amused echidna grins, “Can’t remember the last time I saw you two like that.. probably since Metal Overlord.. maybe even before??”

Sonic shrugs, “It sucks. But he’s not my Shadow, and I gotta keep telling myself that..”

Knuckles’ amused look turns a bit more empathetic when he sees how Sonic isn’t taking this as light as he is, nudging him in the side with his elbow, “Hey.. I’m sure our Shadow is fine wherever he is. He can take care of himself..”

“I know..,” Sonic sighs, keeping a neutral smile on his face in case Shadow looks back at them. Doesn’t want him to see him looking down. “I worry about him, but I know he’ll be alright.. it’s just scary thinking he’s in a world where there’s a me that doesn’t care for him like that… I’m kinda the biggest part of his support system, ya’know?? I just hope he doesn’t get all down on himself without someone there to assure him he’s more than he thinks he is..”

Knuckles isn’t great at emotions, but Sonic has seemed to open up to him more the past couple years. Sonic has opened up more in general, honestly. He’s pretty sure that was Shadow’s doing. Encouraging the hero to not be so perfect and rely on his friends more. That they wouldn’t leave him just because he showed some weakness or emotion other than confidence and joy now and then.

Knuckles has tried to be there for his friend through this.. even if he isn’t the best at it.

Especially ever since the incident..

”He’s grown a lot, Sonic,” Knuckles assures, “He’s gotten help and learned coping mechanisms on his own. He has those little sensory exercises he does, too. He’ll be alright..”

Sonic sighs a bit, nodding at this and looking at Knuckles with a grateful smile, “Thanks, Knucks..”

Knuckles just smirks and pats Sonic on the back, “…There’s more, though. Isn’t there??”

Sonic chuckles at this, rubbing the back of his neck as though he’s been caught, “Yeah, well… it’s just been a little hard on me.. seeing a version of Shadow like this again. All cold and distant.. it takes me back to—“

“We’re not reliving that,” Knuckles stops him with a shake of his head, “…This Shadow may be an asshole like ours once was, but he doesn’t seem weak in the slightest. In fact, he reminds me a lot of how you use to be.”

“What ya mean??”

“Refusing to show any weakness at all. Putting on a brave face with no vulnerability,” Knuckles explains with a quirk of his brow, “Maybe he just hasn’t gotten the help he needs back on his world to… open up some??”

“I tried to get him to open up,” Sonic frowns, “But he shut me down.. maybe I pushed too hard, though.”

“Gotta go easy on the guy. You don’t know what he’s been through..,” Knuckles assures with a little shake of his friend from under his arm, having it wrapped around Sonic’s shoulders, “You can’t force him to be okay just because you want him to hurry up and get better.”

“I know, I know..,” Sonic chuckles with a small smile, “…I just-… I know how happy he could be.. because I see it in my Shadow.. so I just-.. I want this Shadow to be that happy too.”

“I know, buddy,” Knuckles assures with a small, understanding smile, “But he’s not our Shadow,.. and when he has to inevitably return to his world, he won’t have you there to show him how to stay happy.”

Sonic sighs at that, looking at Shadow walking ahead of them.. why doesn’t the Sonic from the other world care for him??? He doesn’t get it. It pisses him off.

“As harsh as it sounds, he’s not our problem..,” Knuckles explains bluntly, “Not because we don’t care, but because you can’t go back with him, and he can’t stay. His world ended up how it did for a reason. If he’s meant to be happy in it, he’ll find a way.”

Sonic frowns at this, not seeming at all content with the answer but knowing it’s an honest and truthful one nonetheless. Shadow and him just.. may not be meant to be in every universe. And he’s gonna have to live with that.

“I’m still gonna help him while he’s here,” he says determinedly, “..Even if I can’t go back with him, I’ll send him back with the memory of what he could have if he’d just try..”

Knuckles snorts at this, “You’re so damn stubborn,” he playfully shoves Sonic away from him as they walk, Sonic stumbling with a chuckle only to shove him back with a smirk.

“And helpless,” Knuckles adds with a teasing grin, “You’re whipped for the guy no matter what version of him it is.”

“What can I say?? I have a type,” Sonic grins with a smug little shrug.

Shadow keeps walking, pretending he can’t hear any of this..

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"Quit Yelling!"

{Hey guys :3, I'm like super sick rn so like I'm gonna do this fic for the anon that suggested it! Sorry it took so long. Anyway, my winter break is almost over and I am like devastated. Hope everyone had a great New Year! Anyway, this takes place after the bathroom trap, reblogs and likes are appreciated, thank you! ♡}

Story Contains: Arguing, harsh language, mentions of truama, angst, comforting words and actions, fluff

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The look in Adam's eyes says a lot. He's mad, pissed even. He's tried being soft with you, tried being kind and emotionally there, but it hasn't seemed to work for the both of you. Every time you have a problem with his actions or what he says, you keep it inside, letting it marinate in your mind and heart. Whenever he has a problem, despite trying to talk it out like adults, he just criticizes all of your actions harshly, always picking fights with you even though he hates these arguments.

The current situation that lies here revolves around communication. He's mad because you can't seem to speak out about your feelings, which causes him to feel like he's in the dark about your emotions and how you actually feel. In all honesty, you can't blame him for feeling this way. He is absolutely correct, and he does deserve someone who can communicate their emotions thoroughly without having to act immature and keep them hidden away. Yet, you know that he also has a problem with communication, so he must learn how to own up to that as well.

"Listen, I just think you should calm down. I mean, it's clear you have a problem with everything I do, so why do I even bother anymore!? Just quit yelling, you're utterly exaushting to deal with!" You spit out, watching his anger contort into something worse. He can feel his veins fill with hot blood at your words. He's always been a bit of a hot head, yet he's different this time. You know that it's not only your communication skills that are pissing him off. It's something more. Something deeper.

"You wanna talk about my problems when you can't even talk about your own? Isn't that fucking ironic, huh!? You're such a child, you can't even talk to me. I'm so fucking sick of your stupid little attitude, your tone, your personality, everything! Fucking everything! I can't even look at you without wanting to strangle the next living thing that walks its way past me!!" Hes practically going insane over this small altercation, causing you to stare at him like he's actually lost his mind.

And then, the realization comes crashing down onto your shocked face. This isn't the same boy he was before the trap. Adam isn't the boy he used to be. That boy, the one who used to sit outside with you, smoking cigarettes and feeding cats as he complimented your pretty features, has now changed into a traumatized, scared man. What he went through, something you have no idea what it was like, fucked him over more than anything else has. Well, anything but his childhood truama. When he does actually show his emotions, they're heavy. He's never just sad or angry. He's depressed or livid. He needs help.

"Adam.. You need fucking therapy. Go and find someone who cares, because I sure as hell don't. You're a pathetic excuse of a man. You're a boy." You manage to choke out, knowing that every word that escaped your lips were pure lies. You can see his jaw unclench, definitely hurt by your sudden words of anger and sorrow. His ocean eyes look down at the dirty, wooden floor, his nose breathing in the cold air that flows around his dark apartment.

The apartment is silent for the next couple of hours. You shower under some some cold water, leaving a chill down your spine as the shower head spits out the liquid. While stepping out of the cold tub, drying yourself off, brushing your teeth, staring at yourself in the mirror with solemn eyes, you just can't seem to stop thinking about his face, his emotional eyes that make puppies jealous. You only want him to feel loved, yet your words of poison stung his deepest insecurities. You know your souls are intertwined, which makes this pain hurt worse.

Sliding on your long sleep shirt, you slip down to the floor, leaning against the wall that's slowly peeling due to the poor quality. His words linger in your mind, which causes your breathing to hitch. Warm tears sting your eyelids worse than what his words ever did. He's supposed to be your everything, but it seems like neither of you are good for the other. This can't happen, you think in your head. Something needs to change because you know you can't lose your boy.

Suddenly, a knocking sound occurs at the bathroom door. Lazily pushing yourself off the floor to reach for the knob, you turn it and pull the wooden door open. Once you do, you're met with Adam and his regretful face. He's holding his headphones and Walkman in his right hand, his left still raised against the door. "Love.. I'm sorry. I— I was thinking I could maybe brush your hair as you listened to our Playlist on here." He raises the Walkman. "I know I don't usually let people touch this old peice of junk, but I love you, and I want you to know that. I shouldn't have said those things to you, but it's really hard not to lose my temper when you don't talk to me about your emotions. Can you forgive me, babe?"

The sight itself causes you to shed more tears. He's changed into your favorite shirt of his, knowing that it's the one you like to lie against after having a bad day. He's never been the domestic type, but he's different for you. With a sniffle and a nod, you walk right into his arms, burying your sad face into his warm neck.

Sitting in bed, you have the headphones on, listening to whatever song that graces your eardrums. A brush glides through your hair as Adam holds it. Gently and calmly, he makes sure you're okay and that you feel nothing but loved and cared for. These moments are rare, so you know you shouldn't take them for granted. A sudden feeling of Adam's lips graze the back of your neck as he wraps his arms around your waist.

He slips the headphones off your ears, gently peppering your shoulder with soft pecks. "I hope you're not mad anymore. I shouldn't have said what I said. I— I have no excuse for my actions, but I hope you still love me because I know I love you. I'm going to change, so nothing like that happens again, but it means you have to change too. Talk to me. Don't hold it in. Alright?" His words fill your ears, proving his love and devotion for you.

"You're right.. I know. I'll change, love. I will. I forgive you.. Now, can you keep me close?" You ask, your eyes fluttering open and meeting his. He agrees, pulling you closer and showering your plump lips with his.

Okay! Uhm, hope you guys liked it! Likes + reblogs are encouraged. Thank you for reading :) ♡

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