#i can't even tell him that i need his help figuring out whether i'm on the spectrum or not (i just need to know)

[hidendumbassvillage]

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[ariestrxsh]

⚠️ content warning: ⚠️ smut, masturbation, fingering, praise, corruption of innocence

✍️ Summary: ✍️ You keep experiencing a tingly wet sensation between your legs, and you ask your best friend Matt to help you figure out how to get rid of it.

show me how part one

"Matt, I think I need to go to a doctor," you looked at Matt wide-eyed and concerned. The two of you were sitting on your bed in your room on your fluffy pink comforter, sitting side-by-side. "Why do you think that?" Your best friend Matt asked with a sympathy in his voice, rubbing your back. "I'm so embarrassed to say. I'm only telling you because I trust you, and I need a second opinion on whether I should go get checked out or not," You bit your lip while you looked up innocently at him. "What's the matter? You can tell me anything," he caressed your cheek. You looked at him nervously.

"I think something's wrong down there," you confided in him, lowering your voice. "How do you mean? What's the problem?" He asked, looking at you inquisitively. "It's hard to describe.. it starts to throb and get all wet, and it makes me think about things I wouldn't normally think about. It's almost like an itch that I can't quite scratch," you responded, looking down at your feet. "Does it feel that way right now?" He wanted to know, starting to stare at your lips. You nodded. "Is it okay if I show it to you? I just want to make sure nothing's wrong," you asked him, your face beginning to blush. "Of course, sweetheart," Matt smirked.

You stood up, reached under the skirt of your pink dress, and slowly pulled down your lace panties. You sat back down on the bed, facing Matt, and you lifted your dress and spread open your legs so he could get a better look. You watched Matt's reaction while his gaze danced over your sleek sex. "Wow, you're so wet," he commented. His eyes widened, and he licked his lips. "I know. That can't be normal. And it feels all tingly," you confided in him, wearing your concern on your face. He couldn't help but study the view before him. The way you were looking at him urgently, the way your legs parted, and the way you were exposing your shaven pussy to him, it was intoxicating.

"Oh, princess. This is perfectly normal. I promise. You don't need to see a doctor," Matt assured you, admiring what he saw and placing a hand on your thigh to spread you open even further. "Normal? Well, how do I take care of it?" You bit your lip. "Well, you can either wait it out, and it'll eventually go away, or you can be proactive about it, and make it go away faster," Matt looked up at you with his hungry blue eyes. "It's such an uncomfortable feeling. I want it gone as soon as possible," you said, peering down at the wetness.

"Have you ever touched yourself, princess?" Matt asked, picturing the glorious sight in his head, his voice becoming more sensual as he spoke to you. "You mean, down there?" You innocently asked, and Matt nodded. "No, I don't think so," you admitted. "You'd know if you had," he chuckled. "Here, let me show you what to do."

He gripped your thighs and pulled you closer to him, and you let out a small squeal as he manhandled you. He tugged you from a sitting position to a reclined position, and your head rested on the soft, pink pillow beneath you. He got down between your legs with his face only a few inches from it, and he began to spread open your pussy to examine how pretty it looked up close. "You're just really turned on, princess. It happens to everyone. All you've gotta do, is take your fingers, and start playing with it, like this," he whispered, teasing your slit with his touch.

"Oh wow," you responded to the sensation. "You really are wet, sweetheart. Has anyone ever touched you down here before?" He wondered, and you shook your head. "Well, I'm honored to be the first. I'm gonna make it feel so good for you," he whispered, smiling up at you. He loved that he got to the first set of fingers that ventured into your most intimate parts and that he even got to teach you about them.

"You feel this little spot right here, princess?" Matt cooed, brushing the tip of his finger across your clit. You let out a soft whine and shook your head yes at him. "That's your clitoris. You know there are more nerve endings right here than anywhere else in your body?" Matt continued to stroke it, applying a little more compression. You could barely focus on responding because you were so enveloped in your pleasure. All you could do was reply with a few whimpers. "That's why it feels so good when I play with it," he devilishly smiled up at you.

"The best part is, you can do it yourself, and the more you practice, the better you'll get at it," he said in a breathy voice. "And I can do it whenever I want?" You naively asked, your eyes lighting up. "I mean, kind of," he chuckled. "Just don't do it in public or if other people are around. Some people consider it rude," he warned you. "Can I do it in front of you?" You wondered. "Oh, princess. Of course you can. Anytime," Matt grinned mischievously at you. "Can I try right now?" You asked, eager to learn how to make yourself feel as good as Matt made you feel. "Yes, please do," he whispered.

You enthusiastically reached between your legs. "Oh my god. It's so wet. My hand just slips around on it," you said in shock. He loved how responsive and innocent you were, surprised and entertained by every new touch. You rubbed yourself with the lightness of a feather, and it felt nice, but not as good as when Matt had done it. Your expression changed to one of concentration mixed with a bit of frustration.

"What's wrong, princess?" Matt watched intently while your fingers discovered your bundle of nerves for the first time. "It's not as good as when you did it," I looked down at him, defeated. "That's okay, sweetheart. You just gotta try out different techniques. Play with the pressure. Figure out what you like. Like this," he whispered as he guided your hand and pushed down a bit. "Oh," you whined as he helped you find the pressure you liked. "Good girl," Matt responded, noticing the change in your demeanor. "Now play around with the speed. Do you like it fast or slow?" He asked you, and so you started to test it out. You worked your fingers faster, but it didn't give you the incredible feeling you were chasing, so you slowed down, covering a little more surface area.

Your mouth fell open, and the muscles in your forehead relaxed. "There you go. Now play around with the shapes that you draw, princess," Matt suggested. Instead of just rubbing your clit up and down, you started to play with it horizontally, which sent a wave of pleasure through your body. "Try making circles," Matt proposed, biting his lip. You let out a few satisfied moans as you made slow, powerful, counter-clockwise circles on your clit, and Matt couldn't keep his eyes off you. He was watching in real time as you figured out exactly how you liked having your pussy played with, and you couldn't have done it without him.

The more you teased your sweet cunt, the wetter you got. "Is it normal for me to be this wet?" You inquired. "Yes, sweetheart. It's gonna get wetter as you play with it until you're done," he advised me. "How come?" You asked, still playing with your sensitive nub. "Your body does that, so that if you wanted to put something in here, it goes in easily," Matt rested his finger on your entrance. "Why would I wanna do that?" You asked, looking skeptically at Matt. "Because it feels really good," Matt smiled up at you. "Really?" You wondered, your eyes growing wide, imagining how you possibly feel better than you already do. "Keep playing with your pretty pussy, princess. I'm gonna show you how good it feels to have something inside you," Matt responded. "It might be a little painful at first. Just bare with me, okay? Once you get used to it, you're gonna feel so good," Matt promised.

He took his middle finger and gently massaged your hole before slowly burrowing it inside you. You winced at the pressure you felt as he slipped it in. "Oh, sweet girl, you're so tight," Matt gasped as he felt the way you clenched around him. He was gentle with you, ever so tenderly beginning to curl his finger inside and working it back and forth. After a few minutes, your pained cries turned to desperate moans. "You feel good, pretty girl?" He murmured. "Yes, so good," you whispered, rubbing your clit and looking into Matt's eyes while he slowly thrust his finger into your virgin hole. "I'm gonna try to put one more in, okay? Same thing, it's gonna sting for a second, but if you can hold on for a few minutes, it's gonna feel even better than it does right now," his blue eyes locked on yours while he inserted his ring finger as well.

Matt's words held true. A couple minutes later, both his digits were working in and out of you, and you were whimpering fervently as the pain melded into pleasure. "Oh, Matt. You're making me feel so good," you cried out as you began to buck your hips and ride his fingers. The circles you drew on your clit became tighter and faster. Watching the way you couldn't hold still or keep quiet was driving Matt insane. He admired the way you started leaking onto his digits in the midst of you chasing for that sweet feeling of relief.

His erection was pinned against the bed beneath him while he watched you come undone for the very first time. An unfamiliar experience overcame you. It was overwhelming and earth-shattering. Your whole body shuddered while you released all your built up tension, and you were in shambles, moaning uncontrollably between Matt's fingers deep in your cunt and yours rubbing small, fast circles on your clit. Your climax hit you in powerful waves as Matt got lost in you, your sweet sounds, your gaze fixed on his, and how gorgeous you looked when you finally let go and gave in to the sensation. You death-gripped the soft pink blanket underneath you with your free hand while you began rhythmically pulsating around his fingers as you finished onto them. "Oh, Matt," you whispered as you started to come down from your high. Your body had been waiting your whole life to feel that way.

"It worked. All the tension is gone, and it felt amazing. Thank you," you said breathlessly. "Good girl. You taste so sweet," he cooed, licking his fingers clean while he held eye contact. I blushed. "Thanks for teaching me," you smiled at him. "Of course. You deserve to feel good. The next time you get all turned on, use those tricks I taught you, and then tell me how it goes," Matt said with a twinkle in his eye.

part two posted here 💖

[mimi-cee-genshin]

Friend-zoned? - Alhaitham x f!reader

Summary: How many Akademiya guys does it take to figure out whether or not you've friend-zoned Alhaitham? After discussing how strong he is, Kaveh, Cyno and Tighnari analyze his relationship with you. Things get interesting when you join their table.

Other info: fluff and humor :D, female reader, my extension of the conversation in Alhaitham's character demo because I loved the guys' interactions there so much

Words: 2.7k

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"Essentially, more time on contemplation, less time on execution," Alhaitham tells them. "Simple, isn't it?"

"... Not really," Tighnari and Cyno reply.

"Ugh, I knew I shouldn't have brought this up with you," Kaveh complains.

"I thought my answer was quite engrossing," Alhaitham says. He raises his hand. "Boss, this is good wine. I'll have the same please."

Kaveh swirls his cup. "Well, he has at least one weakness," he comments.

"Do tell," Cyno says.

"He's had the same crush for years," Kaveh tells them. "The guy's completely smitten."

"You can't be serious," says Cyno.

"Why is that so surprising?" Alhaitham says. "It makes less sense that I wouldn't be attracted to her."

"See what I mean?" says Kaveh. "You should see how he is around her. He practically treats her like a queen."

"I have a hard time believing that," Cyno says, crossing his arms.

"Stop exaggerating," Alhaitham tells Kaveh. "I just treat her the way she should be treated."

Kaveh only laughs at his answer.

"I thought you didn't like social interaction," says Cyno. "Or had any friends for that matter."

"It's not tiring to be around her," he says. "She's different."

"Of course she is," says Kaveh.

"Well this is interesting," says Tighnari. "What is she like?"

"We've known each other since we were kids. She was mature for her age. She did things like helping me resolve issues I had with others to keep the peace, making sure other kids didn't bother me while I was reading… Also, comforting me whenever I got discouraged…"

"You? Discouraged?" Kaveh scoffs.

"Yes? I'm only human you know," Alhaitham simply replies. "Anyway, you get the picture."

"That seems reasonable," says Tighnari.

"So it's one-sided?" Cyno asks. "As far as I can tell, you're still single."

"No," says Alhaitham, crossing his arms. "It's not one-sided."

"You're kidding me, right?" Kaveh says. "Are we even talking about the same person?"

Tighnari raises a brow.

"Every time she introduces him to another woman, she's a little too obvious with sharing why they'd be good for Alhaitham," Kaveh explains, "as if she's trying to sell them off to him."

"Don't be so dramatic," Alhaitham says. "She's not selling anyone."

"If that's the case, then why are you sure she likes you?" asks Cyno.

"Well for one, she comes by often to check how I'm doing."

"Perhaps she simply thinks you're incompetent at your job," Kaveh chides.

"Two," he continues, ignoring him. "She's always willing to hear about the latest book I'm reading, no matter how boring others think of it."

"Hmm…" Tighnari mumbles. "I can understand that."

"And three…" Alhaitham puts down his cup. "Whenever she reaches out for my hand, like when she wants to comfort me, she stops short of actually holding it."

"She does?" asks Kaveh.

"Interesting. So it seems that while she does display some sort of affection for you," says Tighnari, "perhaps she just didn't want you to get the wrong idea."

"So you're doubting my conclusion?"

"I'm simply saying it's difficult to judge based on the evidence you've provided. We may need to observe the two of you for ourselves."

Alhaitham sighs. This isn't going anywhere.

"Does she have any reason to not want to date you?" Cyno asks. "I wouldn't be surprised if you were overly critical of her, commenting on her every action."

"I give her nothing but compliments. She knows I think very highly of her."

"Huh," Tighnari says. "That's quite unexpected."

"I've been telling you guys," Kaveh says, "but he's really something else around her."

"Is she… actually older than you by any chance?" asks Tighnari.

"She is."

"Hmm… Well this changes things. Perhaps, she still sees you as a kid and is simply just doting on you."

Kaveh turns to Alhaitham, eagerly waiting for his reply.

Alhaitham clears his throat. "She's less than a couple of years older than me. It's not a big deal."

"Just admit that you're friend-zoned," says Kaveh. "Who'd treat their love interest like a kid?"

"I'm not so sure…" Cyno says.

Both Kaveh and Tighnari raise a brow.

"I think that Alhaitham has a clearer picture and can judge more accurately than any of us. They've known each other for long enough."

"It's just his wishful thinking on his part," says Kaveh. "Who wouldn't want to read into their crush's actions?"

"I agree to an extent," says Tighnari, "but perhaps we're missing some crucial information here. We don't know how well Alhaitham can judge a person's actions when romantic feelings are involved."

"I'm thinking quite clearly, thanks," Alhaitham says.

"This is why you aren't getting anywhere," Kaveh scolds him. "You're assuming she has feelings for you when she doesn't. You still need to win her over."

"Then what do you suggest I do?" Alhaitham crosses his arms.

"Ha. As if I'd help you. She could do way better than you anyway."

Alhaitham groans. Why is he even part of this conversation?

"Well, have you ever told her how you felt?" asks Cyno.

"Of course," replies Alhaitham. "I'm pretty obvious about it."

"For someone as reserved as you, I highly doubt that," Cyno adds.

"I wrote her a letter, eloquently expressing my love for her."

"Pfft. What?" Kaveh snorts.

Tighnari stares in disbelief. "Oh. I get it. You did that when you were children."

"I'm referring to the one I gave her yesterday."

"Pfft."

"That's… pretty obvious," Tighnari adds.

"I bet it was more of an essay than a love letter," Kaveh says with a smirk.

"Well, in that case, she either doesn't like you," says Tighnari, "or there's something that prevents her from admitting her feelings."

"Perhaps she's intimidated by your position," suggests Cyno.

"It's unlike her to care about those things," Alhaitham says. "She even treats me like a kid at times."

"So you do admit she just thinks of you as a kid," Kaveh says.

Alhaitham doesn't answer.

"Honestly, this case is closed," Kaveh continues. "There's nothing more to it."

"Hmm... Have you tried to make her jealous?" asks Cyno.

"You're still not convinced?" Kaveh is surprised at him.

"Knowing the result of that would likely draw us closer to a conclusion," Tighnari adds.

"Why would I purposely try to hurt her?" asks Alhaitham.

They exchange glances. Alhaitham still had the ability to make them go speechless with his matter-of-fact tone.

"Well, he's definitely serious about her," says Cyno.

"I told you," Kaveh says. "Seems like she's the only person he'd open up to as well."

"Of course she is," Alhaitham replies.

"I wonder…" says Tighnari. "Has she ever shared her own struggles with you?"

"Why would that be a factor?"

"Well, that would display how comfortable she is around you."

"Hmm… Not bad…" Alhaitham seems to agree with his line of reasoning.

He goes quiet and uncomfortably so because the other three exchange awkward glances at each other in the meantime.

"Well?" Cyno breaks the silence.

"You may be right," Alhaitham tells Tighnari with a sigh. "But that certainly raises more questions."

"Can we just start playing Genius Invokation TCG?" asks Kaveh. "We just keep going in circles with this topic."

"So you guys did just drag me out to play cards," says Alhaitham.

"It would be interesting to meet her," says Tighnari. "It's gotten me curious."

"Same here," says Cyno.

Kaveh looks up at the tavern entrance. "Huh? She's actually here."

Alhaitham's eyes flicker open for a brief moment. "Nice try. I'm not falling for that."

"I didn't expect to see you here, Alhaitham," you say, ruffling his hair.

He freezes and the three of them take a closer look at his face.

"I never expected him to have that kind of expression," whispers Tighnari.

"Me neither," Cyno agrees.

Alhaitham clears his throat. "They simply invited me here for some cards," he tells you. "Nothing more."

"Can I join?" you ask.

Without question, Alhaitham gets up from his chair. He holds the back of his seat and slides it out, gesturing for you to take it.

Cyno and Tighnari widen their eyes.

"Is it just me or did that feel kind of odd?" says Tighnari.

"Coming from him? You're not wrong there," adds Cyno.

You hesitate for a moment before you accept his kindness and take his seat. He stands next to you, waiting for the other guys to start preparing the game.

The two onlookers feel slightly uncomfortable for some reason while Kaveh tells them another round of 'I-told-you-so's. There isn't anything out of the ordinary as you all take your turns playing each other. Cyno is intense as usual, not just with his tactics but also with how he approaches the battle like an interrogation. Tighnari was calm and collected even under pressure, and Kaveh spoke his mind with every move, regardless of whether it's his or his opponent's. But having you there with Alhaitham is… strange.

Nothing really happens of significance. The two of you treat each other well and with respect. Just having Alhaitham being a complete gentleman around you is unnerving for the rest of them. Curt responses and sarcastic remarks are absent. He's completely agreeable with you and his usual temper isn't there either. Everyone plays the game in peace.

"You should save that card for later," Alhaitham tells you. "He can't do anything for the rest of the round anyway."

"Hmm… I'm not quite sure if that's what I want to do yet," you respond.

"Alright," he says. "You should do what you think is best."

"This guy…" Kaveh turns to you. "How do you get him to be like that? If it were any of us, he would've scolded us with a lengthy explanation about how we'd lose if we didn't follow his exact instructions."

"What? She can think for herself."

"And none of us can't?"

"I'm already familiar with how the three of you play and where you go wrong. I want to see if she does anything differently."

"It seems that he really does only compliment you, huh?" Tighnari tells you.

"Why would I do otherwise?" Alhaitham states.

His straightforward remark stuns them once again.

"Okay, we get it," says Kaveh. "We all know about your huge crush on her."

"Seems like you can't say anything bad about her even if you try," Cyno comments.

"Of course I can."

"You can?" you ask.

The whole table looks at you funny. You fiddle with the cards in your hand, pretending you weren't shocked for a split second.

"Interesting," says Cyno.

Alhaitham crosses his arms. "What is it?"

"I'm keeping my observations to myself for now."

Alhaitham raises a brow, but lets it go for the meantime.

A few rounds go by and you help set up for the next. When Alhaitham picks up a die for you from the floor, your hand brushes against his and the die falls off the table once more.

"What's wrong?" Alhaitham asks as he picks up the die again. "You're not usually this clumsy."

"I don't think there's anything wrong with me," you say.

He takes a closer look at you and you avoid his eyes. "Alright," he says. "You still ready to play?"

"I'll need to head out soon," Tighnari says. "It's my turn to be on patrol for tonight."

"Hold on," Cyno says, placing his cards on the table. "One last round. I'll be your opponent this time," he tells you.

You finish setting up the game and test your skills against Cyno. He certainly doesn't make it easy for you. You fall behind pretty quickly, but at least he's not as intimidating as when he played with some of the others.

"So," Cyno says, "what do you think of Alhaitham?"

Your eyes widen at his sudden question.

"You're straight up asking her?" says Kaveh.

"Why not?"

"I guess he has a point," says Tighnari.

They turn their attention to you to see what you'd say.

"Well…" you say, "he's very intelligent and talented."

"No, not what everyone else says," says Cyno. "What you think."

"What do you think you're doing?" asks Alhaitham. "Are you interrogating her right now?"

"Just let her answer the question."

"Well…" you say, "he's nice? And sweet?"

Cyno raises a brow.

"He's cute?"

"Pfft." Kaveh holds in his laughter.

Cyno ignores him and presses the question.

"I don't know how to respond," you tell him. "We've known each other for so long I can't just sum it up in a sentence."

"Alright. I'll get straight to the point," says Cyno. "What do you think of Alhaitham's feelings for you?"

"I think he should get to know other people… and try dating someone else?"

"See?" says Kaveh.

"I've already told you I'm not interested in anyone else," Alhaitham says.

"No, you should listen to her answer," Cyno tells him. "She's not lying."

"What?" Alhaitham widens his eyes.

"I'm not done yet," says Cyno. "There's more." He turns to you. "How serious do you think Alhaitham is about you?"

"He's definitely sincere."

"I'm pretty sure that was obvious," says Tighnari.

"But you don't take his feelings seriously," Cyno tells you.

"It's not that. It's just…"

"You don't?" asks Alhaitham.

"Alright. It's your turn from here," Cyno tells him.

"But I thought I was clear," Alhaitham tells you.

"You were."

"Apparently not clear enough."

"Look. You used to follow me around like a duckling whenever you weren't reading a book," you tell him. "How was I supposed to take your crush on me seriously?"

"It's been more than a decade since then."

"I... Okay, fair enough," you concede. "But it would disappear once you learned I didn't live up to your expectations."

"What expectations?" Alhaitham raises his brow.

"I don't know. That I'm this perfect woman that you've been pining for more than half your life. You'd know I'm not so great if you'd actually try liking someone else."

"Is that what you've been telling yourself?"

"You never say anything bad about me."

"Why would I want to talk about your flaws? Especially when I've been trying to win you over," he says. "Besides, aren't they obvious to you?"

"What?" You're genuinely surprised. "Like what?"

"Like how stupid you're being right now."

You freeze.

"Besides, I've been around you long enough," Alhaitham continues. "There's plenty I don't like. Like the way you cut me off at times–"

"What?"

"–or your atrocious style–"

"Okay, that one hurt a bit–"

"–or how stupid do you have to be to keep asking Kaveh for money –"

"Alright. I get it."

"–or that time you–"

"Okay! I get it! You like me!"

Kaveh looks at you as if you've grown another head. "How did you come to that conclusion? Are we even listening to the same conversation?"

"I think she's finally realized that his feelings were deeper than she initially thought," says Tighnari. "Especially since she knows that Alhaitham is still objective with her and not blinded with infatuation."

"That's right," Cyno says. "She's been the exception to his behavior for a long time. It makes sense she would think his judgment would be clouded with the information she had."

You hide your face from them. It's embarrassing how they read you like a book once your guard was down.

"I didn't expect the solution to be so simple," Alhaitham says.

He slips his hand into yours and you let out a little squeak. "You've also been wanting to hold my hand for some time haven't you?"

"Ugh. You're all smug now because you know that I return your feelings."

"I also don't like how you rearranged my bookcase."

"You can stop now."

"I think it's time for us to go," says Cyno.

"But we haven't finished our match yet," you tell him.

"I'll just forfeit this one."

"I'm with you on that," says Kaveh. "Anything before they start being gross with each other."

"I guess this is a good time for me to head out as well," says Tighnari.

The two of you are suddenly left alone at the table with a bunch of dice in front of you.

"Well, that's one way to win a match," Alhaitham tells you. "I'd say it's pretty ingenious actually."

You simply groan. You know what's coming.

"Do you want me to help you win every time?"

"Please don't."

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[hellyeahsickaf]

The way addicts and chronically ill people are dehumanized is so exhausting

The normalization of this shit in medical and casual settings is genuinely mind boggling. Addicts and disabled people go through so much bullshit. I've dealt with many fucked up doctors when I just needed help

I had a kidney infection, some months back. This is always extremely medically urgent, and I was likely only hours from sepsis. I went to the hospital reporting my pain to be a 9/10. 9 because my 10 was gallstones. I experienced severe malpractice at the hospital and the doctor reported exams that never occured and false information while making me wait with nothing more than tylenol to hold me over (didn't touch the pain) and bring my fever down but that's a whole other story

They did however, deny me the pain medication I needed until it was time to go home. I'm deathly allergic to NSAIDS, but that's something an addict might say so they witheld pain relief because they'd rather me suffer just in case I'm a different kind of sick. An entire night, maybe 6 hours in the ER and they couldn't give me anything, not a small dose of morphine or one norco even a few hours prior to take the edge off of the pain while I was curled up shaking and crying. Just in case I was an addict looking for my fix, and my suffering was just withdrawals and good acting. In that case maybe I deserved it and should be denied my humanity. God forbid in that case I'm so desperate to alleviate unbearable withdrawals that I spend all night in the ER crying. Not the first time I've experienced red tape just to get relief from excruciating pain

But whatever. As per protocol I was asked to follow up with my pcp. So a few days later I called to set an appointment, but I'd also run out of norco and desperate to relieve the pain I asked if I could be filled even enough for a few days, until the pain was bearable. I had difficulty walking, laying down, and I again, can't take most pain relievers. The receptionist was nice and understanding, actually got me in touch with the doctor because she wanted me to be able to get my refill. Probably heard the pain in my voice even. She believed me

She transfers me over to the doctor and I tell him I'd like a follow up and ask if he could fill my painkillers. I would've acceped a no from him, I just needed my follow up. He asked about my condition, I told him my diagnosis and how much pain I was in

And he laughed.

Got a real hoot out of it, like he had me all figured out. Like he caught me trying to cheat the system. I must be trying to get high or make some money with a few days worth of norco as i'm nearly in tears from the pain even while calling

He tells me through his laughter "I don't prescribe painkillers for 'kidney infections'" saying it with a mocking emphasis on those words, as if I'd said "stubbed toe". Follows with "Yeah haha, bye." and hangs up on me. No follow up like I called for. Needless to say I no longer have a pcp but truly if he thought I was an addict trying to take advantage of him he should have still treated me professionally. Maybe not cackled when I said my pain was excruciating for a start

I just don't understand why the hell so many doctors can be so apathetic to people's suffering. Addicts deserve better and so do disabled people- whether you think they're addicts or not. The assumption that we're lying, trying to trick them and are feigning pain to do it is disgusting, listening to your patients is so important. And if that were the case they could have some sympathy and ask themselves what it would take for someone to go those lengths, take such drastic measures and go through that trouble to obtain those substances.

Addiction is not a moral failing. Many disabled and chronically ill people unfortunately rely on medications that have addictive properties. About 80% of heroin addicts first misused prescription drugs. However only about 4-6% of those addicted to prescription drugs switch to things like heroin. And instead of help or compassion for people who just need help (addicts or not), they just figure we're one in the same and treat us like subhuman degenerates, leeches on society. And I think people need to change how they view addiction. Doctors need to change how they view addiction

[wonryllis]

★ ᵎᵎ ENHYPEN AS KDRAMA LEADS AND THEIR LOVES.

╰ 𝖺𝗅𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗇𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗅𝗒, 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝖺 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗉𝗅𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗒.

𝒏o𝓉ℯs. enhypen on the screen with you 𖥔 ݁ fluff, suggestive LIB? fem!reader requested word count `1715 PLS REBLOG!!!

𝐋𝐄𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐆 ❝ they tried to take what was mine, so i will show them what i have. ❞ jang uk, alchemy of souls.

the forlorn hero cursed by fate to bear the weight of being the most powerful person in the world. and for one that withstands death and destiny; you are the light that embraces his shadows of darkness when he embarks on the path to save the world.

"you look pretty," heeseung eyes glance over your dolled up figure as he enters the room. "well no one's going to notice me anyway, they're all interested in your past lover," you scowl in an adorable pout that tingles heeseung's inner desires to eat you up. "that's why sit where everyone can see you, show them who my actual bride is," his fingers reach out to hold the side of your face in a gentle caress, gaze locked with yours, the atmosphere heaving with tension. "then i'm going to wear the family ornament," he hums inching closer,"then i'm going to tell them we get get along very well," he hums again, nose brushing against yours,"then i'm going to brag that you light up the path for me at nigh-" this time heeseung's lips find yours in a tender kiss, sucking softly almost in a nibble as he pulls away in a moment,"show me off however you want, i'm all yours," because he's sure you are his light in the dark.

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐉𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐒𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐆 ❝ even if other people say it is not, if you say it is love, then it is love. ❞ lee jun ho, extraordinary attorney woo young woo.

the secure and dependable soul who is left navigating through a love that confronts the pitifully vile sides of society. and for who wishes to be the one for you; you help his muddled worries come to the ultimate realization, to love and to fight for it till the end.

"jay, can i.. touch you?" jay is dumbfounded at your words, frozen at his spot for a momentary instance," he looks at you trying to avoid to his gaze,"i want to check whether i like you in that way," you clarify and jay curses his tainted mind for going places they absolutely should not be going. "oh, i see," it takes a few seconds for it all to sink in, and as soon as he does he's approaching you in a confident stride. "can you only check by touching me?" one step forward, one step back. "i need to see if my heart races—" caging you with your back against the couch, hands on each side,"so your heart doesn't race if we're not touching?" jay whispers, grinning at your eyes looking everywhere but him. "even when you're with me, doesn't your heart race?" his own heart pounds hard in his chest, just being with you has him weak,"that's disappointing," breathing fast as he leans in. you test him against all that he has ever known.

𝐒𝐈𝐌 𝐉𝐀𝐄𝐘𝐔𝐍 ❝ does my dream have to be success? can't it be a person? ❞ nam do san, start up.

the ridiculously gifted and capable protagonist on his journey of growth, struggling between reality and dreams. and for one whom love, self worth and truth is conflicting; you provide an elysian abode of validation and acceptance of who he can be despite everything.

"a rainbow doesn't make your wish come true," jake smiles to himself, fiddling around with the pebbles at his feet,"it's just light reflecting and refracting," looking up he finds you staring at him in a sulk. "so you're not going to pray? because you don't believe in it?" your words are one of sorrow albeit you hardly sound upset and more in spirit of challenge. "there's no objective evidence," though he'll admit he'd take every chance he could to make a wish about you, even if it's superstitious. "let me show you then, evidence," you pull him by his collar into a messy, sloppy kiss, one that takes his breath away,"see, i prayed i'd kiss you and i did," his cheeks warm up at your bluntness,"you're the one who kissed me, the rainbow has nothing to do with it," "just the way liking you has nothing to do with reasons to like you, i like you because you're you, you're my reason" you make it so easy to fall in love.

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐍 ❝ even if my feelings for you make me insignificant and weak, you are my fate that i cannot defy. ❞ jung gu won, my demon.

the immortal infernal superbeing caught in a web of events that go against his very existence, piercing through the root of his beliefs. and for one whose emotions have been shut for the longest time; you open the doors of his hell, where his throne shines for you.

"is this what you're trying to get?" sunghoon's figure presses into your back as he reaches above you to bring down the book from the shelf,"my demon guide, really?" moving to the side he leans against the tall furniture, waving the heavy book in your face. your eyes fall to the exposed skin of his torso, toned chest and glistening abs, staying there a second too long,"ay ay ay, you pervert!" sunghoon immediately pulls his loose dress shirt together buttoning it up in a hurry as you look away. "why are you here anyway?" for once you have been the first to come to him. he feels something is wrong with him to be so elated over a mere thing like this,"i was just worried," you make him feel human, you make him feel vulnerable, you make him want to rewrite the stars with you. "about you," it is scary yet it feels like a kind of freedom that relieves him of a load he never knew he carried.

𝐊𝐈𝐌 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐖𝐎𝐎 ❝ if you really want to express something you will find a way. ❞ ha yi chan, twinkling watermelon.

the ever merry fellow, overflowing with a shinning soul and a sparkling heart, choosing to see only the bright side of everything. and for whom shortfalls have been a sign of misery; you show him a new world where flaws exist to give meaning to what you have.

"here, i got you a cat," sunoo gestures to the cat snuggling in his arms, getting closer to let you pet it. "i was worried you'd be bored alone," he speaks slow, moving his fingers just the way he practiced as you take the little fluffball from him,"i made sure to pick out a kitty that looked like me," he points and when your eyes crinkling into an adorable smile, sunoo feels all his efforts of learning to communicate with you to be fruitful. "a name based on your face?" he questions when you talk about naming the cat,"do you have a name like that too?" he never thought there'd be a time when he'd sit with you in the woods like this, talking in a language of your own as you taught him how to call out to you in a way only you two would understand. there was so much beauty in silence and he only realized it now,"that's a pretty name, i will call you by that from now," the simplicity of life he forget, you remind him.

𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐆 𝐉𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐖𝐎𝐍 ❝ i'm a terrible liar and i don't have the ability to fool the one i love. ❞ kim do ha, my lovely liar.

the honest yet constantly condemned guy doing his best to fall back into the rhythm of life, having lost the last hopes of happiness. and for one who has always been doubted and criticised; you bring reason, to survive the dark into victory.

"lie to me," jungwon looks up from his bowl of soup, bewildered at what you ask of him,"what?" he mumbles slowly, trying to make sure he heard you right."just once please? try telling me i'm pretty," the insistent tone of your voice persuades docile jungwon to give in, brown eyes gazing at you in a dazed stare. one that lasts a little longer than a moment necessary,"you're pretty," and it's not a lie, you are so much more than just pretty in his eyes, it could never be a lie,"of course, i would say you're pretty," when jungwon looks at you he sees love in a new light, he sees all these positive emotions in a new light. in a light that gives him hope of escaping the hideous cage his mind has him trapped in. "because you really are pretty," he returns back to eating, trying to avoid the flush of butterflies he feels in just that one acknowledgement. it had been years since he felt them, such a normal emotion of love.

𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐔𝐑𝐀 𝐑𝐈𝐊𝐈 ❝ when you miss me, you can go to a bookstore and see me in a comic book. ❞ kang chul, w two worlds.

the tragic struck, defined by his past character thriving into a position of power and influence to uncover the truths of his comical life. and for one that battles against injustice, fictional between dimensions; you are the key to his long awaited peace.

"this one looks good on you, you should get it—" your hand slaps across riki's cheek in a snap making everyone in the room gasp in horror. to be hit like that out of the blue, riki should have been outraged, instead all he felt was confusion but not so much as to end the chapter. "what, is it?" he asks, his brows raised in question. "why am i getting slapped for buying you clothes?" stepping closer to you,"t-that, i'm sorry—"your lips crash against his for a fleeting moment before you rush off into the fitting rooms leaving everyone in shock. riki's fingers linger over the spot you kissed, feeling his heart skip multiple beats for some reason. you are pretty for sure, but you're also idiotic in way that attracts him out of pure amusement. he knows you don't belong here, and he knows it'll be reckless to try and find your world, but you make him feel there is a way out despite all obstacles and absurdities.

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[rogueddie]

Change / Gloom

It's not hard to figure out that Eddie is gay- or bisexual? Steve isn't sure. All he knows, undoubtedly, is that Eddie Munson likes men.

The rumors from high school definitely do a lot of the heavy lifting in regards to Steves revelation. But he knows what it looks like when people are attracted to him. He knows exactly what it looks like when people try to hide that they're attracted to him.

His first test was simple; stretch. The bottom of his polo always rides up and, as expected, Eddies eyes lingered on the slither of skin on display.

A simple test. An easy one.

The second test is not so easy- it requires Robins help and she's not the most subtle. Luckily, she's as keen as he is on getting him a boyfriend (specifically, an Eddie-shaped boyfriend), so she puts in as much effort as she can at being convincing.

Eddie admitted to her that, yeah, Steve is attractive. That he also finds Steve attractive. And not in a straight way!

("What the hell does that even mean?" Robin had asked, when Steve insisted that she needs to clarify that. "If he's attracted to you, it can't be straight!"

"It totally can," Steve tutted. "Tommy was attracted to loads of guys in a straight way."

"I'm going to ignore that because we don't have time to unpack any of that-")

He hadn't expected Robin to be so convincing, or for Eddie to be so open yet. It ruins his very thought out plan in the best way- he only needs to confirm if it's more than just physical attraction now, and that's the easy part.

"You're late," Steve greets. He leans his hip against the doorway, crossing his arms.

Eddie rolls his eyes. "So sorry, princess. You gonna let me in?"

"Say please."

"Please." He shifts, trying to look annoyed, putting his hands on his hips. The hall light illuminates his face too well for Steve to miss the slight blush.

Steve steps back, beckoning him as dramatically as he can manage without feeling like an idiot.

"Eddie!" Dustin calls, waving him over to the couch.

Robin already helped Steve make it so there's only two spots left open... Eddie, like they'd hoped, choses the corner so he can lean over to talk to the kids.

Once he's checked the door is definitely locked, peeking into the kitchen to make sure the back door is also shut, he plops down on the sofa. He shifts, stretching his legs out so his thigh is pressed up against Eddies.

It's not until the movie starts that Eddie leans over and whispers; "what are you doing?"

Steve quietly hums, raising an eyebrow.

Eddie gently kicks his ankle. "That. And at the door."

"I can't be friendly?" Steve whispers, with a teasing little smirk- it always used to have girls stuttering.

"Not like this," Eddie hisses. "Back off."

"What? I was just-"

"I know. I'm telling you to stop."

Steve slowly pulls back so they aren't touching as much- where they're sat doesn't leave much space.

He feels unmoored. He's never felt so wrong about his chances- even at Scoops Ahoy, despite his attempts, he knew he was probably going to get rejected. He's not sure he has ever been so off.

"I'm getting some popcorn," Eddie says quietly, towards the mid-point of the movie.

"I'll help," Steve quickly offers, jumping to his feet before Eddie can turn his offer down.

"Hey," Robin pipes up, grabbing his arm and giving him a light squeeze- reassurance, comfort. "Make me that ice cream shake I like."

"Understood," Steve nods, giving her a lazy salute.

It takes a good few minutes to make, giving the two of them more time alone in the kitchen.

She's giving him the green light.

"Sorry about that," Steve says quietly, once they're in the kitchen. "Didn't mean to come on too strong. Or, like, if it's too public. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable."

He doesn't say anything for a long moment. He keeps his back turned to him, waiting in front of the microwave, shoulders hunched to his ears.

Steve isn't sure whether he should say anything else. He looks uncomfortable. Steve isn't sure if speaking up would make it worse or-

"Who told you?" He eventually asks. He finally turns around, expressions dangerously blank. "Was it Gareth?"

"What?"

"He probably meant well," he ponders. His smile doesn't reach his eyes- it makes something uncomfortable squirm in Steves stomach. "He never did have the displeasure of meeting King Steve."

"Eddie-"

"It's ok though, right? You didn't mean to make me uncomfortable."

"What the fuck are you talking about, man? Are you mad that I, like... know? Is that it?"

"Is that it?" Eddie repeats, mockingly. "No, Harrington. I don't care that you know- most people guessed it, what's one more? No, I care that you're making fun of me."

"I'm not making fun of you."

"Really? Could've fooled me."

He turns back to the microwave- it dings, but Eddie stays there, pretending to be busy.

Waiting for Steve to leave.

"I'm not making fun of you," Steve tries again, hating how wobbly his voice sounds. "I was- I mean, I thought maybe, you, um... but if not, that- that's ok, I can, like... fuck."

Eddie slowly turns, frowning, looking slightly more concerned- but the suspicion still lingers. "Spit it out."

"I thought you might like me but I don't know if it's just physical so I thought I'd try and flirt as a way of testing the waters before actually trying to ask you out," Steve rushes out in one breath.

"You were... actually flirting?" Eddie blinks at him, slowly. "Seriously? Not a joke? But... what? I thought you were straight?"

"So did I," Steve shrugs, scratching the back of his neck. "Never really, um... thought about romancing a guy before."

"Before..?"

"Before you."

"Holy shit." Eddie goes to pinch himself- stopping at the last second with a shake of his head. "If I'm dreaming, don't wake me up."

"This is your idea of a good dream?"

"You know damn well it is, you little brat." Eddie laughs, shaking his head again, in disbelief. "I've fucked this up a bit, huh? Can we start again?"

"Oh. yeah, sure, of course, uh-"

"Wait, no, I don't have the patience for that," he quickly darts around the kitchen table, grabbing Steves waist and pulling him close. "This alright? Not gonna say psych?"

"If you don't kiss me right now, I just might."

"Say please."

[impyssadobsessions]

DPXDC PROMPT Vlad Hired the Wrong Guy

Vlad decides that perhaps a ghost can't do the job right anymore -though as much as Vlad would have loved that to be the fitting end for Jack- so he hires an assassin instead to finally put the end to this.

He hires the best. Deathstroke.

Slade however decided to take a liking to the little hero. So when Slade succeeds in his mission (or not if you want to pull some plot shenanigans) he ends up taking away something far more valuable to Vlad.

Danny. Now Imma put my thoughts below but y'all can take this anyway you want >w< <3

I can see Vlad giving Deathstroke weapons to fight/capture Danny too- not kill him though he probably can't even imagine that would be possible- with order to strictly kill Jack and maybe make it look like Phantom did it. (For some extra spice ;3) Phantom was able to fool some of Slade's attempts- but in an all out brawl- Slade wipes the floor with Danny. Danny being slung around like a rag doll, taunted, and mocked. He doesn't stop fighting which just amuses Slade more. Eventually there first fight gets interrupted (cause I imagine it was in the lab) probably be Jack and Maddie coming into the basement- but Deathstroke was able to hit Danny with the belt- forcing him to change before vanishing himself. So Danny gets "grounded" from the lab- even though he tried to play it off as a ghost attack- which made it either worse or better for him. His parents going protective mode- when he's trying to figure out how to save them. Only for Deathstroke to be in his room one day, looking for a "chat". Danny's not having it and tries to fight him only to be captured by one of Vlad's devices. Danny recognizing it. "You-You're working for Vlad!" "Oh ho ho, So you do have some brain cells that isn't used just for puns?" "Why!?" "Money. And a few unique toys." Slade tossing an ecto-ray in his hands. "I'm an assassin. I had assume you didn't need to be detective to figure that one out." Danny struggling against his bindings. Panicking. "You can't- Vlad-..." "Oh I definitely can. He is not the hardest target I had to hit- though I must admit you're an annoying obstacle." "I won't let you!" "I don't think you're in a position to stop me." Slade pressing a button to shock Danny before he a new power to escape. The shock forcing him to revert to his Human form. Imagine Deathstroke taunts Danny more. About what he is- about his parents hatred of ghosts. "Even if you save them- they would hate you. Shame." "You're not the first fruitloop to tell me that." Can see after Danny impresses him one more time- and Slade finds out Vlad is also a half ghost. I can imagine Slade finds a way to force Danny to join him. Whether its by succeeding in killing his dad and manipulating Danny into learning out to take revenge- Or by blackmailing/threatening to follow through but not just kill Jack/ but both his parents- saying he'll teach him how to REALLY fight. Even saying that with his help, he'll make sure Masters won't bother him again. Just all the manipulating. Danny at wits end might take it. Can see Vlad being FURIOUS- but now Deathstroke has weapons to not only HARM/KILL him-he ALSO becomes Danny's mentor. Vlad being the one to contact heroes he knows have history with Deathstroke... framing it as him taking away his godson. Maybe purposely sought out Nightwing. Unknowingly damning himself more as Nightwing will find out Vlad was the cause to all this- AND if Danny gets rescued/gets out of his deal- he'll have hero friends to rely on.

I just love the idea of Slade and Danny dynamic. Especially since Danny not only similar to Dick, his phantom form also looks similar to Respawn. I just think its neat XD And be a damn terrifying threat to Danny.

[prythianpages]

Dandelions | Headcannons

azriel x green witch | these headcannons focus on Az and you starting a family, introducing the children.

a/n: This has been sitting in my drafts for months so I decided to finally just post them. I have so many ideas for this series since I love it sm but writing them out has been a struggle. Maybe, I can write some of these out just as I did with the first set of HCs.

warnings: mentions of pregnancy/child birth, fluff, dad Az

After the little incident with the aphrodisiac that awakened certain desires in both you and Azriel, you realize you both are ready for the next step...finally starting your family.

As much as Azriel wants a family with you, he is worried about you due to his Illyrian blood and does not want what happened to Feyre to happen to you.

But worry not because that's where your witch abilities come through! There is no witch lore in acotar so I'm just going with my own lore, please bear with me lol.

"How do you think my mother had Thea?"-Luckily for you, your mother has had experience with having a winged baby.

It's a little ritual that gets Az a bit too hot and bothered. Needless to say, after it's done, the two of you have lots of fun trying to have a baby.

You don't notice your pregnant at first.

There's lots of signs such as plants following you everywhere you go, your cat being more affectionate, your spider making elaborate webs everywhere.

You don't notice because you're used to the attention from nature and think nothing of it. What you do notice, however, is how clingy Azriel's shadows become.

Those inky tendrils love you and there's always a couple around you but you start to notice more and more. They help you and keep you safe. If you're going to trip, they stop it. If you need to reach for a cup on a high shelf, they grab it for you. They even force you to walk down the stairs instead of run like you usually do.

Around this time, Azriel starts to feel sick so you attribute the shadow attention to that. Maybe, they just want you close to their master?

Azriel thinks he has food poisoning since he wakes up nauseas and has felt overall, tired and drained. The inner circle has noticed him become more clingy and emotional but no one dares to tell him anything. Meanwhile, you don't question it because you love clingy and emotional Az.

It's one morning during training that Azriel can't hold it in and throws up. He then explains to Cas that he doesn't know what's happening and is starting to get worried.

"Mother's tits!" Cas figures it out immediately. "You're pregnant."

"I'm pregnant?" Cas grins and gives Azriel a big bear hug. "We're pregnant!"

"Who's pregnant?" You call out, looking at Nesta curiously. She shakes her head at you and then you look at Az.

The shadows that hovered by your side parted from you briefly, revealing what they had been protecting for the last couple of weeks. "You're pregnant." Azriel breathes, eyes focusing on your stomach.

Those shadows that have been by your side flutter toward him and that's when they let Azriel hear it--a second heartbeat. When the shadows carry the subtle change of your scent to him next, he faints.

Protective Az comes at you full force after your pregnancy is confirmed. He hovers over you a lot and when you need to go the forests to pick pick out some herbs and ingredients for your potions, he doesn't let you lift a finger.

It often leads to you sitting on the soft grass while he collects what you need with a frown, your own fingers itching to do it yourself. The frown doesn't last long as the sight of Azriel on his knees picking herbs makes the love in your chest swell and he always picks the prettiest flower to place in your hair.

Though he's happy, he can't help but be anxious over whether the ritual worked or not, despite your sister's (Thea, the seer) reassurance.

It's not until you have a check up with Madja that he allows all anxieties subside as she not only confirms that your baby is healthy and has wings but that your womb has accommodated for them.

There's nothing but excitement now and Azriel eases up a bit on his hovering, letting you pick your own herbs and travel among Prythian's forest. Never alone though.

Your relationship with your family has always been a little rocky. You loved your mother and sisters but did not see eye to eye with them on many things...and your dad...well, your dad was hexed into a lizard. But the news of your pregnancy brings you closer to your mother and sisters.

Though your mother gave her approval of Azriel, she is not fully trusting of him, as if she's waiting for him to fuck up and give you a big "I told you so." He's always respectful toward her, even when she keeps nagging at him for a lock of his hair (that you keep reprimanding her for.)

Ever since learning you were carrying his babe, Azriel likes to rest his head on your shoulder or chest while one rests on your stomach. So imagine his delight when you start showing and when he first feels the baby kick, he'd be so happy, it'd bring him to tears because his dream of starting a family with the one he loves is finally coming true. (Like with any acotar male, I also think the sight of your bump would make him feral.)

The inner circle is also so happy for you both. Though your sister told you, you were having a girl, Cassian insists on calling your baby "Azriel Jr" and after she's born, you joke that he manifested it as she takes after Azriel a lot.

Now, here are some HC's of their children <3

Melaina

Melaina's name was inspired by the goddess Melinoe.

Mel inherited her father's shadows. Some of the shadows that had clung to you all throughout your pregnancy remained by her side, multiplying every year. You suspect it has to do with the ritual you performed to ensure a safe birth.

At first, Azriel still had control over them and would use them to keep your daughter safe but given that you and Azriel are really protective over her, the greatest danger Mel ever faced was tripping over one of your rugs.

Az calls Mel "my shadow" since the moment she knew how to crawl, she loved trailing after him like his shadows do.

Once she's older, she gains control over her shadows and since she can sense things that others can't through them, it's no surprise to you that she later becomes a death witch.

Mel's hobbies include reading about poisons, walking her pet scorpion throughout Velaris and crafting dolls from recycled material. She enjoys using her shadows to bring her dolls to "life" and torment her cousins, especially Cassian's twins. When she was young, she'd beg Azriel to play dolls with her.

Mel can be a little menace but despite this, you and Azriel are so endeared by her that she can do no wrong g (though, you both do have your boundaries and when it comes to punishments, it is surprisingly you that has to carry them out)

It's no secret that Azriel isn't fond over his Illyrian heritage but Mel is interested. She asks to train in Windhaven like he had done but it's an immediate no from the both of you. The three of you come to a compromise and allow her to join the little army of Illyrian warriors (that consists of Nyx and Cas's twins.)

When Mel starts school, Azriel goes through it, not wanting to accept that his little girl is growing up. You can read more about it here.

Mel loves going to school but she does run into some trouble with some kids who want to tease her because she’s different (with her shadows, wings and witchy heritage) The mean kids at school realize that they can't go after Nyx or Cas's twins bc they'd lose any fight and seeing as Mel is small and a girl, they underestimate her.

Instead of letting her cousins take care of her troubles with the mean kids at school like they’d be happy to, she does it herself and ends up in the principal’s office often for threatening to hex her classmates.

It’s not until she becomes older and learns some spells/tricks that she actually places hexes on them. No one picks on her bc they learned their lesson but if she saw anyone getting bullied, she’d stand up for them.

When Mel begs Azriel to allow her to become a spy for the Night Court, he denies her, not wanting her to live the same life he does. But on one mission, she follows him and he reluctantly acknowledges her powers and abilities. He also realizes that as much as he can push her away or deny her, she'd find a way to become a spy anyway.

Mel admires her father so much, she wants to be like him.

She meets Eris's son through her job as a spymaster of the Night Court, which causes a bit of chaos amongst the two courts, even more when she starts to fall for him. If you ask her, she'll deny, deny, deny...

Alora

When Azriel's shadows begins to get clingy again (I feel like the mating bond would overwhelm with the urge to protect you and be by your side, therefore his shadows would follow suit), you start to suspect you're pregnant.

As your further along in your pregnancy, you begin to experience some things similar to Mel. With Mel, you were able to understand Az's shadows since that was her power. But with this baby, the further along you get, the more romantic you become.

Your dreams consist of going on multiple dates with Azriel and bringing others together. You often wake up really emotional, crying as to why Azriel hasn't taken you out on a date.

Azriel is a fast learner and increases his romance with you, which sends you over the moon.

Since this baby gave you lots and lots of dreams, you and Azriel decide to name her Alora. Lor for short.

She comes a bit earlier than expected and though it nearly gave Azriel a heart attack, you both like to joke that she was simply too excited to see the world.

Lor does not have wings and takes more after you but has Azriel's hazel eyes. She's so curious about the world.

If we're talking about vibes. Mel gives off Wednesday Addams meets Louise Belcher vibes and Lor gives off Enid Sinclair meets Tina Belcher vibes.

Her hobbies include writing romance novels or in her journal, gazing at the stars with her pet bunny, and giving free tarot readings under the school bleachers.

Lor is very sweet and an empath, always making sure everyone is happy. It's why one year, she insisted you helped her buy Azriel's and Mel's shadows beds so they have a place to sleep in. Once she's of age, she becomes a love witch.

She also might've set your father, who had been hexed into a lizard, free one day...

She can be naive at times, choosing to see the good in everyone.

Mel takes advantage of this and likes to mess with her but the moment someone messes with her little sister, it's over for them. (Since Lor is a love witch, I can see her trying to bring two fae together and it backfires and Mel has to save the day.)

Since Mel and Lor aren't too far apart in age, they were sure a handful growing up. Azriel learned a new type of stress with them. Lots of "Can you tell Mel's shadows to stop breathing in my direction?" "Hey, that's, my shirt! And you turned it pink!" "What did I say about leaving your toads all over the floor??" "May your next crush be as slimy and gross as slugs!"

Lor is the first to catch on to Mel's crush on Eris's son and of course, she wants to meddle. It only stirs up more drama though.

While Mel got sent to the principal's office for hexing her classmates, Lor would get sent there from trying to meddle into her favorite teacher's love life.

As she gets older, she's not really interested in training like Mel was. Yet, Az insists she joins to at least learn self defense. She puts this off as much as she can until, one day, Az drags her to the HOW so she can learn from the Valkyries.

It's there where a pretty Valkyrie catches her eyes and suddenly, Lor is at every training session.

(You can read a bit more about Lor through this one-shot here.)

Dimitri

Not liking even numbers, you ask Azriel for another baby and who is he to deny you?

Other than Azriel's shadows being clingy and overprotective much like their master, the pregnancy is smooth sailing. Nothing seems out of place, neither you or Azriel experience morning sickness.

Since you seem so connected to nature, you suspect this baby will follow into your footsteps. The two of you decide to keep the gender a surprise until birth.

Lor was ecstatic when she found out she was going to have a new sibling and though Mel denied it, she was too. They both hoped for another sister, having had enough of boys with their reckless cousins.

Azriel is also convinced it's a girl, even though his shadows snicker at the thought. But when Madja places a baby boy in his arms, Azriel is shocked to the core.

He's such a girl dad that he doesn't know what to do at first, feeling overwhelmed and underprepared (even though he's such a good dad.)

It's after this birth that your mother finally gives her full trust to Azriel. It's like she senses his slight unease and in a vulnerable moment while Azriel stares at his son, she gives him a pat on the back and praises him for being a good father and mate.

Azriel blinks, thinking he's dreaming. He'd never say it out loud but those words from your mother meant the world to him.

So welcome Dimitri, the "earth lover."

He does have wings and takes more after Azriel in physical appearance but in terms of personality, he takes after you.

He's a heartthrob bc c'mon, he's Azriel's son.

His hobbies include volunteering in the Spring court to help restore parts of the forests (I imagine that must take years to recover from), hiding away from the girls who madly crush at him at school, and training with his father.

While his older sisters would be sent to the principal's office often due to stirring up trouble, he'd be sent to receive awards and for being a good samaritan.

Because he loves nature, he has many pets throughout his youth, his first being two sugar gliders, followed by a toad. I feel like your house is a zoo at times.

Growing up, he liked messing with his sisters and hiding bugs in their backpacks or room. It was hard to mess with Mel due to her shadows but he's smart and quickly learned a way around it.

His little pranks bring Mel and Lor together. They once placed a hex on him, turning his hair pink, after hearing him be a bit cocky of all the girls crushing on him at school. But it backfired because it only made him more "dreamy" to them.

Though he's the youngest, he's very protective of his older sisters. They have a strict policy that they can mess with one another but def have the "the only one who can torture my sibling is me" mindset.

With these three, your house is never quiet and if it is, it is not a good sign. Hexes, spells, insects, galore! It certainly doesn't help when your mother visits, teaching them new curses and rituals.

Though sometimes they make you want to pull your hair out and Azriel's hair turn gray with their shenanigans, you two adore them and wouldn't trade your family for anything else in the world.

Bonus: I was watching Bob's Burgers & Linda gave me such Green Witch reader vibes so here's a link to some HCs based off the show lol.

a/n: hope you enjoyed these! I am not done with writing about Az x Green witch so some of these may turn into fics. I actually got the idea of writing about a love witch when I thought of Lor and that's how the Cas AU came to be.

(I'm already toying with the idea of Lor setting your lizard of a father loose and causing a bit of mayhem.)

series tag list:@fxckmiup, @aria-chikage

[yan-lorkai]

Would you consider writing a drabble about Leona (And who ever else you want) The reader has a pet they adore and spoiled with love, and the boys are green with jealously over it. The mc is going somewhere and asks Leona (or whoever) to watch the pet for a bit, the boys think this might be their opportunity to take the pet 'out of the picture' but as the mc leaves they say to their pet "Be good for daddy while I'm gone~" How do they react to that and what changes

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ LEONA

Many people are jealous of their loved ones' pets, but you wouldn't expect Leona to be one of those people. True, he was attached to everything he could call his own - a consequence of the way he was treated, you suppose. But jealous of a pet? As incredible as it may seem, Leona was jealous, he always wanted to be with you in his arms and he growled low, or as low as he could, to keep the little animal from coming running towards you, wagging its tail like a stray.

Still, even though he was jealous, you trusted Leona to take care of your dog while you had other tasks that day. His green eyes sparkled with mischief when you finally handed him your beloved pet, leaving a soft caress on his head.

"I need you to take care of my baby while I'm gone, Leona," You murmured and left a tender kiss on your beloved lion's cheek. "I won't be long, and I trust you to take good care of them."

Leona smiled, inwardly enjoying the opportunity to finally have your undivided attention. As you turned to leave, you remembered something and leaned into your pet, whispering in a tender, cute tone. "Be good for daddy while I'm gone!"

Leona's smug expression faltered as soon as you were gone, and a strange warmth settled in his chest at your words. You were at a stage where you hadn't discussed whether you wanted children or not once you finished your studies at NRC but now he is reevaluating everything he had thinked before. The way you act all cutesy, your little hums and smiles when you spend time with your dog, somehow simple words are making his hearts pounds like crazy in his chest.

Initially, he considered moving the pet "out of the way" as he had planned, but he could no longer do that even if he still wanted to. Leona hesitated, but bent down to gently stroke the furry companion who wouldn't let go of you. Your dog responded with a satisfied bark and wagged his tail. And for a second, Leona thought he might get used to it all. With the dog, with the silly way you acted, with the promise of a future.

For now, he'll spend time trying to understand your dog's mind and why this furball doesn't want to sleep with him in the botanical garden.

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.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ LEVIATHAN

Levi is the personification of envy, it's clear he's jealous of the time you spend with your pet. It's not fair, it's not fair, it's not fair!!! He was with you all this time and you prefer to prioritize this little animal? If you say that he does the same to Henry he will quickly silence himself.

He realizes how foolish this jealousy is, but he can't help it. He wants all of you, all of your attention, all of your thoughts and emotions, your mind, your body, everything must belong to him, or he will cry. You don't want him to cry, do you?

So when you tell him that you have a test to take and that he needs to take care of your bird, Levi feels everything around him shake. Not only can he not spend time with you because you have a test and he has online classes, but he still has to listen to your bird singing non-stop, exploring his room and pecking at everything it finds. He must protect his figures and games, and... Did your bird just climbed into his shoulder and is nuzzling against his neck?

"Take care of our baby, Levi." You smile at him and Levi feels like he's on fire, like someone threw holy water on him, his cheeks pink. "Be good to daddy, okay my dear? I'll see you both later!" You leave a peck on Levi's mouth and then kiss your bird affectionately, smiling when it chirped.

Levi ceases his movements, words and phrases forgotten on the tip of his tongue as you leave him with your bird. Baby? Daddy? Oh heavens, he feels like at any moment he's going to pass out, heat rising from his neck to his ears and cheeks. He had never thought about it before; having a family with you before, after all he was happy living with you and his brothers, without having thought about children yet. He turns to see the bird relaxing on his shoulders, preening its feathers and sometimes looking at his brightly lit computer screen. Now that he stops to think it is so cute, Levi can see why you love that little creature.

He reaches out a finger and scratches the bird's head, watching as it closes its eyes and enjoys the affection offered. He sees himself no longer caring about your pet, even though he feels jealous of the little creature. But he doesn't need to be jealous if he steals your bird to spend time with him, his daddy. So you will also spend time with him, win-win!

[k-aay]

HEATED JEALOUSY

୨୧ synopsis  - you both had a heated argument recently, causing a bit of low contact with each other (dry messages & basically ignoring each other's existence in person.) as much as it hurt, you figured you both needed some space. then you remembered that you were both invited to a party at a mutual friends' place. everything was butterflies, sunshine and rainbows. suddenly, someone started hitting on you, causing him to feel a bit off.  ft. satoru gojo, suguru geto, choso kamo, ryomen sukuna, kento nanami, toji fushiguro, megumi fushiguro, yuji itadori, toge inumaki, yuta okkotsu part 3/3

a.n 》 YUTA IS SO FINEE HE HAS ME IN A LITERAL CHOKEHOLD FFS 😭😭 this is not proofread sorry for any mistakes

YUJI

Ever since you and Yuji had started dating each other, you've been close with each other and his friends. His closest friends were your closest friends, especially Nobara and Megumi. And he loved that you were all close with each other. Because he knew that the people he trusted and cared about were also people you could trust too. But ever since you and Nobara started getting really, really close, it made Yuji a bit jealous. Deep down, he wanted to be the one that you spent most of your time laughing and smiling with. Which also lead to an argument between the two of you relating to your friendship with her. For most of it, it was a petty fued which you knew was stupid. But it couldn't be helped. 

That's what lead you to the party Yuji threw for fun. You were trying your best not to even steal a glance at Yuji, but that was hard when he was dead-staring at you as you were talking with Nobara. His eyes were filled with rage as he watched the two of you chatting. He didn't care about the fact that you would never cheat on him or how Nobara would never do that to him either, but more of the fact that he wanted to spend more time with you. He wanted to see you laugh with him more often. And that was when he was going to try and talk with Nobara. That was the point of this whole party. He walked up to the two of you and placed his arms around your waist. "Nobara, we need to talk. Now," he tried his best to sound as serious as he could. But it was quickly debunked by the look Nobara gave him. 

"What?" she questioned. "y/n is my girlfriend. Not yours," he begins. Nobara was as confused as you were. As much as you thought how stupid he was being, you also found his actions quite adorable. "I'm sorry, but, you're banished from ever seeing her again!" Nobara looks at you and then back at him. "Did you hit your head, you dumbass?" 

"No! You spend so much time with her that I barely get to see her! I love her too much to only get to see her for two hours a day!" 

INUMAKI

Although he can't express how much he loves you and cares for you through words, he will show it another way that you would prefer. If you like physical touch? He's holding your hand and hugging you any chance he gets. You're into acts of service? Will help you with anything, whether it's as small as getting something out of your reach or as big as a whole day of chores for the two of you. When you two had an argument over text about something small, he tried everything he could to get you to start talking to him again. But you needed some space for now. So when you asked him to go to the party with him, you could see how much his face lit up immediately. He was all up for it.

He didn't know anyone at the party you were at except for Yuta who he was hanging out with the entire time. He was telling everything to Yuta about how he would do anything to get your attention again but how he was trying to tone it down after realizing the space you needed. It was going alright in his opinion until he saw a guy walk up to you. Right then and there, he knew his plan. He'd resort to anything to get you to stop talking with that guy, even if it meant speaking a few harmless words. As he "casually" walked by the guy you were talking with, he pulled down the zipper covering his mouth, ready to have a talk with the guy himself. "Walk away," he says, trying his best to not alert you.

But to no one's surprise, he wasn't discreet enough. When the guy suddenly walked away from you, you knew exactly what happened. You gave the boy behind all of this a look that screamed "Seriously?" He brushed it off, pretending to be clueless and just waved to you. Inumaki pulled out his phone and started typing until you got a text notification on your phone.

"We need to talk after this party. I get that you're still mad at me and I'll do anything to make it up to you. Just like how I'll keep telling these idiots to walk away from you anytime you try to talk with one of them. I don't care about the damage dealt to me."

YUTA

You two had an argument two days prior to the party. Even if plans to go to the party were still existing, the energy the two of you had to acknowledge each other’s existence wasn’t. And it bothered him. A lot. He didn’t want to intrude on the space you required though, instead, he thought he could make it up to you at the party somehow. He was desperate to win you back to him because he couldn’t stand another day going zero contact with you. So when he saw you dressed up for the party, he knew this was going to be tiring for him. You were looking too good for your own good. And it caused him to constantly be on your ass the entirety of the party. It was until he went to the bathroom that someone had come up to you.

When he came out of the bathroom, he found you laughing with another person and exactly what he feared might happen came true. The second he laid his tired eyes on the two of you, it was like a whole personality change for him. Your “sweet and innocent” boyfriend walked up to you, not looking so pleased with what he saw. “Hey, my love,” he says placing his arm around your waist. You were shocked when he came out of nowhere, but you were even more surprised by the fact that Yuta was practically shooting daggers at the other guy with his eyes. “Having fun, are we?” You had just realized what was wrong with your boyfriend and to your surprise, you were definitely into it. You nod your head, trying to see where this could lead you. “Really? Well that’s too bad. I got a call and it’s an emergency, we need to leave.”

Before you could say anything, you were dragged by the hand away from the man you were talking with and towards the exit. “Yuta, it was nothing. Seriously,” you tried reassuring him after seeing the unpleasant look on his face. “Mhm,” he brushed whatever you said off. “Yuta—”

“I understand. But, if we go to a party and a guy that isn’t me starts talking to you, don’t think I’ll let it slide so easily again.” You knew that tonight your “innocent” boyfriend was gonna disappear.

[imfinereallyy]

“Who was your first kiss?”

“Depends what you mean.” Steve hits the joint Eddie passed to him. They are sitting on the roof of the trailer, stargazing. It is the first clear night of summer. Steve feels lighter than he has in months.

“I'm not really sure if there is another way to ask that, Harrington.” Eddie laughs around the tip of the joint. “It's a pretty simple question. Besides, I thought this was secret time. No need to get shy on me now.” Eddie spins to his side dramatically, tucking his hands beneath his face. He stares at Steve with joy in his eyes.

Steve takes the joint, pulls, and huff smoke into Eddie’s face. A soft laugh escapes him. “Well, I mean, do you mean like the first real kiss? Or, like, when did I start practicing?”

“Practicing?”

“Yea like, figure out how to, and what its like before the real deal? So it doesn't count.”

“I'm sorry—” Eddie scrunches his eyebrows “—I’m confused. Why wouldn't it count?”

“Cause it was with a guy.” Steve shrugs because he doesn't think it's a big deal. He doesn't understand why Eddie is hung up on it.

But then, Eddie's face does this thing for a second. Like he isn't sure whether to be angry or sad, but then it relaxes. Instead, a look of puzzlement takes over his face. “Steve, it counts. Like—even though you're not attracted to guys, that still counts as a first kiss. It’s like—kinda hurtful you think it doesn't.”

Steve tilts his head and goes over what he said in his mind. He can't recall saying anything ridiculous like he does when he is high. “Okay, now I'm confused.”

Eddie stares and says nothing.

“No! Not like confused as in I don't get why your upset, but more like confused who said I was straight?”

In shock Eddie manages, “What now?”

“Never said I was straight. I just meant that if we're talking about first kisses, usually people mean a girl. So the guy doesn't count. Especially because I didn't know I liked guys then. Think even if I was straight this right here—” Steve waves a hand between the two of them “—is pretty homoerotic so I think straight went out the window.”

Eddie swallows, looks down at Steve’s lips, and looks back into his eyes. “There is so much to unpack there. But first, thank you for telling me. Second, Steve. That is like not how it works. Just cause a kiss is practice doesn't mean you didn't kiss. Like just cause you're hitting balls at practice instead of the game, doesn't mean you're not hitting them.”

Something settles in Steve. “Huh, I guess I never thought of it that way.”

Eddie grabs Steve by the shoulders. “I'm glad you understand, but onto more pressing matters. Who was this boy you practiced with?”

“Oh, it was Tommy Hagan.”

Eddie drops his hands in shock. “Hagan?! C’mon Stevie, I thought you had better taste.”

Steve giggles at Eddie’s antics. He can't help but take in how pretty Eddie is when he gets all worked up. It is unfair in Steve’s eyes. How someone can be so wonderful even when they are losing their mind.

Steve can't resist the urge to finally flirt a little. “He wasn't my type Munson. Like I said, just practice. Wasn't really into it. Pretty sure he liked it more than me. I think if I liked him, I would have figured out the whole bisexual thing a lot sooner. No, my type is definitely more in the dark curly hair nerd department.”

Eddie swallows nervously, “Nancy?”

Steve isn't offended by Eddie’s question. Steve knows he's scrambling, can tell by the blush on his face. Steve feels hope spark within his chest. “No, she's great and all, but I was thinking more masculine. With pretty doe eyes, a deep laugh, a kind soul, and horrible taste in music.”

Eddie sputters, and Steve watches his blush spread, “My music is great!”

“Hmmm, sure.”

“Hey Stevie? Do you feel like you need more practice?” Eddie leans in close brushing his nose against Steve’s with a sudden rush of bravery.

“No, i’ve had enough practice. Think I want the real thing.”

“Okay I want to be smooth but I have to google d response to that so I am going to kiss you now.” Eddie rushes out.

“Sounds perfect.” Eddie closes the gap before Steve can say anything else. Eddie tastes like salted chocolate and weed. It's sweet and musky and so very Eddie. It starts soft, the softest kiss Steve’s had, just plush lips pushed against each other.

It slowly builds to more. Steve’s hands travel up Eddie’s sides and into his hair. He wonders how a wild thing could be so, so soft. Steve gives a gentle tug, and Eddie moans deeply into him. Eddie’s hands grab Steve’s waist and yank him forward. His hands are to cause bruises surely, and the thought leaves Steve giddy. The sounds Eddie makes are getting desperate, which causes Steve to release his own moan.

Eddie doesn't waste a second taking advantage and shoving his tongue inside Steve’s mouth. He’s warm and wet, and oh God, Steve wants more, more, more.

After a few minutes, Eddie pulls back. “Wait, who did you really think was your first kiss?”

Steve rests his forehead on Eddie’s. He can't help but think his answer is a little funny. “Carol Perkins.”

“Wait, wasn't she dating Tommy?”

“Oh yeah. He was there actually. Kinda encouraged it to happen.”

Eddie looks torn between laughing and being disgusted. “Again, so much to unpack, but I don't think I want to touch that with a ten-foot pole. At least not tonight. Can we go back to making out?”

“Yes please.” Steve all but begs, a while releasing into the space between them.

They don't pull apart until their lips are swollen and their throats are raw from moaning. It’s Steve’s best first kiss yet.

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originally this was more angsty and going to be more reflective on my personally experience of the very popular thought of “if my first kiss is with a girl it doesn't count” that I see a lot of bisexuals like myself (and other sexually fluid people...honestly an experience the whole LGBTQ+ community has) have. Like having that realization made me re-evaluate myself. But it ended up being more light hearted and using another experience of mine which is being out but refusing to count the first kiss because of who it was with. Steve and I...we have regrets. I still might write the other one, we shall see :)

[nejiverse]

APOLOGETIC KISSES

Rin Itoshi

In which Y/n and Rin get into an argument before bed but the latter can't sleep without feeling his beloved girlfriend Fem! Reader

cw: neck kissing, (s/c) is skin colour

wc: 0.7k

Going to sleep and being angry with Rin was something Y/n really hated. She hated going to sleep right after an argument but he just annoyed her so much tonight.

"Don't talk to me Rin, you're pathetic", she spat, turning her back to him and letting the sheets swallow her.

Rin noticed how she briefly typed on her phone— no longer than fifteen seconds— and slammed it on the counter after she said those harsh words.

But talk about killing with words. She called him by his name. She never did that unless she was really pissed off, like now.

Rin's face remained calm and composed as he ran a hand through his hair, leaning back against the padded headboard.

How did he always manage to mess things up?

His sharp tongue that's how. He couldn't help it though, that was just the kind of person he was— telling it like it is.

But he had to admit to himself that he was out of line this time. He was in the wrong but he wouldn't announce that out loud, he had too much pride to do that.

Just before the ravenette was about to let out a hefty sigh, his phone buzzed. It was a message from his brother.

"Apologise".

Rin eyed his girlfriend from his peripheral vision— or the back of her head at least. She had a habit of complaining to his older brother every time they got into an argument and frankly it was annoying.

He figured that was why she was texting earlier.

He didn't need Sae giving him orders, he was old enough to make his own decisions.

He placed his phone down and laid down comfortably, his eyes facing Y/n's covered back.

It all felt wrong. His hands felt so bare and empty, not being able to feel her warm and gorgeous (s/c) skin beneath his hands, while his torso felt slightly colder, not having her back right up against him.

He needed to feel her.

Rin couldn't help but shuffle closer to her and gently wrap his hands around her body that fitted perfectly against his own.

He took his right hand and put it up her top, resting it against her stomach and his other hand moved her hair away from her neck before he entangled his fingers together with her own supple ones.

He let his lids fall over his eyes and left slow kisses up her neck.

"Don't be mad", he mumbled against her neck.

He didn't expect her to hear him nor did he want her to hear him, what he said was a hope for the morning more than anything.

Little did Rin know she was awake, trying hard to suppress her breaths.

His lips in their casual silent way, told her he was sorry.

His kisses were tender. He kissed her neck with reverence; it's what she deserved after all.

Once he started to trace little shapes against her stomach, her hand twitched against his own and she let out a soft sigh, making Rin stop. He didn't want to wake her up.

Y/n internally cursed herself. She didn't want him to stop at all, quite the opposite in fact.

Slowly, she took his right hand and ran it along her stomach again, urging him to continue.

Rin concluded that she was still in a state of sleep when she did that because if she wasn't, she would've pushed him off herself.

But he was gravely mistaken by that conclusion. When he kissed her neck like that and touched her so lovingly, it made her ponder why she was mad at him and why she even bothered staying mad at him.

Whether she was awake or not didn't really change that fact that he would pepper kisses along her neck till the break of dawn.

He opted to apologise properly in the morning.

Masterlist here :)

a/n: i'm in my Rin era ya'll I have so much ideas to write about

[misc-obeyme]

hello o/ anon who requested the brothers turning into cats forever ago here!!

can i request mc turning into a cat this time?? whether the brothers already had the experience and know what the cure is is up to you!!

Welcome back, anon!

I'm sorry it took me so long to get to this! I got it right in the middle of my prompt event so I had to sit on it for a few days.

Anyway, that cat request was so fun, I definitely wanted to do this one, too! I can only assume it's because I'm totally a cat person that I find these so enjoyable to write lol. And someone has also requested the dateables turning into cats, so I will be posting that part two soon as well.

the brothers react to GN!MC turning into a cat and breaking the curse with true love's kiss

Warnings: none!

Lucifer

Recognizes you right away. He can probably sense the magic that turned you into a cat to begin with. If you seek him out for assistance, he's going to be the one who knows exactly what to do. If he's alone when you first find him, he's going to be struck by just how cute you are as a cat. Picks you up and holds you tucked against his chest. Start purring to really make his cuteness tolerance overload.

He's not going to let you go anywhere. Depending on how long you're in cat form, he's going to want to make sure you're taken care of. Keeps you in his lap while he does research into what needs to be done to restore you back to normal.

If he finds out that this was a result of something you did - such as a prank gone wrong or a messed up potion - he is going to lecture you the entire time you're a cat. You can't talk back or leave, so he's taking full advantage. You should be more careful, MC. You're just lucky you have him around to help you when you get into this kind of trouble.

Doesn't even hesitate upon discovering the cure is true love's kiss. Picks you up from his lap and kisses your nose. You turn back still in his arms. He's going to smirk and put you down on his lap again. You'll have to stay there for a while because he's not going to let you go.

Mammon

He's confused at first. He probably went looking for you only to find a cat where he thought you would be. As soon as it clicks that you are the cat, he panics. Freaks right out, scooping you up into his arms and running around the house to find any brother who can help him turn you back.

MC! MC, can ya hear him?! You better meow or something so he knows you're okay. He'll calm down eventually, especially when everybody starts trying to find the cure. He'll sit down with you, but the worry will be evident in his expression. Make him feel better by kneading at him and purring. Butt your head into him to demand pets. Your cuteness will be enough to get him to settle down.

The others are probably the ones who figure out what's going on. Not that he couldn't, just that he's too busy stressing out about you. If you're a cat for a while, you become his bag cat - kinda like those tiny purse dogs. He's gonna keep you with him all the time and that includes RAD. So into the book bag you go!

Someone finally tells him that the only way to bring you back is true love's kiss. If he thinks about this too much, he gets too flustered to even try it. Does it mean that it has to be your true love? Or is it enough that you're his true love? Forces himself not to think about that too much. It doesn't matter, as long as you're back to normal! Kisses your fuzzy head. Melts in relief when you change back. He's more traumatized by this experience than you are. Please hold him for a while.

Leviathan

Doesn't realize it's you at first. Most likely you are the one who came looking for him and now he's just worried about this random cat that got into the House of Lamentation. What if it tries to eat Henry 2.0? Might try to shoo you out of his room. You might have to do something like use his computer to type out a message to let him know that it's actually you. If you do this, he might just think you're an amazingly smart cat until he reads the message. Then he's like ohhhh wow okay duh.

He's going to apologize for not recognizing you. But then he's going get a little nervous about the fact that you are a cat?! How did this happen? How does he change you back? Oh, but MC, you are a really cute cat. If you stay a cat for a little while, he's going to make cat cosplay outfits for you. Famous anime cat? That's you now.

Won't let you leave his room. Too protective of you and he doesn't want you to get lost or hurt. Doesn't go back to RAD so he can make sure you stay safe. If you really want to watch him get all flustered, curl up in his lap and start purring while he's playing video games.

After much online research, Levi figures out that the only thing that will bring you back is true love's kiss. His first thought is to bring you to Lucifer so you might have to meow in protest until he realizes what you want. He's going to be blushing like crazy, but he'll force himself to kiss your cute kitty cheek. When you're back to normal, go ahead and kiss him again.

Satan

The instant he sees you, you're in his arms and he's taking you to his room. The House of Lamentation has a strict no cats rule and he doesn't want Lucifer to see you. Doesn't realize it's you until he gets you in his room and actually looks at you more closely. Satan is pretty observant and he's a smart demon, so he puts it all together pretty quickly.

Blushes because he's embarrassed by how cute he thinks you are. MC. He's sure you want to be back to your usual self. But he would like you stay a cat for a little while. Won't you indulge him? You can express how you feel about this by either purring or hissing. If you purr at him, he's going to keep you in his room and pamper you. If you hiss, though, he's going to get to work on finding out how to fix you.

Won't let anyone else in the House of Lamentation know what's going on. Keeps you hidden in his room the entire time you're in cat form. Tells his brothers that you went to the human world for a few days. Comes up with some bizarre reason for this. Like you need to bathe in human world rain for three days or else you get really sick, that's just a fact. Didn't they know that about humans? Gets Solomon to back him up because everyone is suspicious of this.

Since Solomon now also knows the truth, Satan gets him to help with research into the cure. Eventually they figure out it's true love's kiss that will do it. He's a little sad that you'll no longer be a cat. He takes a lot of pictures of you so he can remember this forever. But in the end, Satan does want you back to normal. He kisses your head. When you're back to your usual self, you get to decide if you get annoyed with him for making up that bogus story about humans. Either way, you end up kissing him again.

Asmodeus

MC, darling. Did you know you are a cat currently? Meow. Ah, so you are aware. Did you need him to help you with that? Meoow! Don't worry, Asmo's got this! But hang on, first let him brush out your fur, it's looking a little matted. And you know, while he's at it, why doesn't he add some cute little bows behind your sweet little ears? You know, your claws look like they need a trim, let him take care of that. He can paint them, too!

You end up in adorable kitty clothes. You can't complain really because you look fabulous. And being brushed feels good, so you can't help but purr in his lap while he does it. You might have to meow in protest eventually, though, so that he remembers that he needs to help you get back to normal.

Shows you off to everyone in the house. Gets angry at anyone who messes up your look. Gives you a new outfit every day that you're in cat form. Has you do a little cat fashion show, takes a bunch of pictures and videos. Can't stop himself from posting a video of you on Devilgram with some kind of cat walk pun as the caption.

He actually knew how to fix this from the start. He's heard of this particular curse before. And anyway, everyone knows that true love's kiss is a pretty standard curse breaker. He sits cross legged on his bed with you, holding you carefully in his arms. Then he kisses your head sweetly. You change back to your usual self, half sitting in his lap, half laying against his chest. He wraps his arms around you, letting you know that he prefers you in this form, after all.

Beelzebub

Doesn't recognize you at first. Thinks you must be a stray that Satan tried to sneak into the house behind Lucifer's back. He doesn't want to get involved in that. Might just turn right around and walk away, pretending he didn't see anything. Get his attention by stealing his snacks. Now you're a problem he can't ignore. Get him to chase you to your own room and start meowing at him. He's going to realize your room is empty at which point he figures it out.

He picks you up gently. Due to his height and size, you find this is actually better than being on the ground. Climb up onto his shoulder and perch there so you can see the world at more human-like height. He's content to let you stay there as long as you like as long as you don't get cat hair in his food. Likes to listen to you purr in his ear.

He's probably going to need some assistance figuring out how to bring you back to normal. Goes around asking everybody. Won't let them near you, though. You're clinging to his shirt with your claws, anyway. If he tried to dislodge you, he'd end up with many little holes in the shoulder.

Upon being told the remedy is true love's kiss, Beel takes you into the kitchen. You allow him to remove you from his shoulder and he puts you on the counter. Then he kisses your furry head. You return to your usual form, sitting on the kitchen counter. You might be a little disoriented at first, but he's there to hold onto you while you reorient yourself. He has a slight blush on his cheeks. He's glad your back, MC. Please be more careful. Kiss him for real to make him feel better.

Belphegor

Wakes up to find you snoozing on his head, curled up in a little fluffy ball. Just like Beel, he thinks you're one of Satan's strays at first. But then when you wake up and yawn, he knows it's you. He'd recognize your yawn anywhere. He's amazed that it's the same even when you're in cat form. But he's also going to sigh about the fact that you've somehow managed to turn yourself into a cat. Really, MC? How did you even do this?

Don't worry. He's lazy, but he cares too much about you to let you stay like this. You're certainly still an excellent napping buddy in cat form, but there's just something missing. He gets really protective of you, holding you in his arms the whole time. Never lets anyone else touch you. Makes everyone else figure out how to turn you back. He's too busy taking care of you to do it.

Of course that involves quite a bit of napping. Didn't you know that cats sleep for fifteen hours a day? He has to make sure you're getting the rest you need. You get to decide if you try to keep him awake or if you give in and curl up beside him. If you do sleep with him, all you've got to do is purr a little bit and Belphie will be so content he'll fall asleep before you do.

When he finds out that it's true love's kiss that will bring you back, he decides to take one last nap with you in cat form. It's when you're curled up beside him fast asleep that he kisses your whiskered cheek. When you wake up, you're back in human form and Belphie's arms are around you. He's out cold and you have no idea how long you've been back to normal. You can wake him up or you can snuggle closer to him and go back to sleep.

masterlist | part 2 with the side characters | Thank you for reading!

[anangelwhodidntfall]

Weighted Blanket: Simon Riley 

Call Of Duty Masterlist

word count: 840

description: Simon becomes your personal weighted blanket

Simon was wide awake as he usually was since he didn't sleep much, but for him to see you awake at this hour had him concerned. He walked into the kitchen planning to make some tea when he saw you curled up on the couch reading a book with your headphones in until you guys locked eyes. You watched him walk into the kitchen and heard him start making tea, so you pulled off your headphones and marked your book already knowing he was gonna question you on why you're awake. A few minutes later, he walks in and with two cups handing you one, before taking a seat on the table that was in front of the couch. 

"Thank you." You said as he handed you a cup.

"Why are you up sunshine? It's 2 in the morning, you should be sleeping." He said as he took a sip of drink. 

"I couldn't sleep. I thought maybe if I read some it would help me fall asleep but it hasn't." You said looking at him. 

"Why can't you sleep? Usually at any given point of the day, you can be found napping." He asked concerned. 

You smiled a bit knowing it was true that at any point of the day no matter what you were doing or who you were with which was mostly Simon, you could be found napping which heard you the nickname sleepy. But now you were scared to admit to Simon of all people that you couldn't sleep all because you didn't have your weighted blanket which helped you sleep. 

"Sunshine?" He asked snapping you out of your thoughts. 

"It's stupid really." You said shaking your head until you felt him place his hands on yours. 

"It's not stupid if it concerns you. Please tell me?" He asked as his brown eyes stared into yours like they would reveal something. 

"I usually sleep with a weighted blanket and I have to order a new one since the one I was used ripped." You said. 

Simon nodded he knew why people used weighted blankets but didn't question you further of why you slept with one. He also knew that more than not especially on long missions, you fell asleep on him and could sleep next to him with ease, which gave him an idea. 

"You could sleep with me, like share a bed with me unless you are uncomfortable." He said as you stared at him. 

"Si...I couldn't possibly do that." You said knowing that he wasn't a touchy person. 

"I know how hard it is Sunshine to not be able to sleep, plus I wouldn't have offered if I was uncomfortable." He said. 

"Are you Simon?" You asked him. 

"I'm sure, plus I think all those times you fall asleep on me should account for something." He said with a smile.

"Okay I'm willing to try as long as you promise to tell me if you become uncomfortable at all." You said as the two of you stood up. 

"I could never be uncomfortable with you Sunshine." He said as you two headed to your room. 

You set your stuff on your nightstand, before climbing into your bed watching as Simon climbed into his spot before gently wrapping an arm around you and pulling you close to him. You two made small talk while you started to feel yourself get sleepy. 

"Get some rest love, I'm not going anywhere." He said rubbing his hand up and down your back. 

"Thank you Simon for taking care of me." You said before sleep over came you. 

"I'll always care for you Sunshine." He said with a small smile watching as your breathing evened out. 

*BONUS*

A few days later you came back from a meeting with Price and found a box sitting on your bed making you a little confused since you didn't order anything. You opened the box and saw a weighted blanket with skulls all over it which made you smile having a feeling you knew who it was from until a note fell at your feet. 

"Figured you should have one in case im not with you, but I won't say no to being your weighted blanket again. Anytime you need sleep whether you have this or not, you know where to find me." -Simon. 

You were still smiling from reading his note that you almost didn't hear him come in until he spoke.

"So did I do good? I've never bought one before and there's so many options for these things now." He said. 

You set the note and blanket on the bed before turning and wrapping your arms around him before placing a kiss on his clothed cheek. 

"It's perfect, thank you Simon." You said looking at him with a smile.

Simon was thankful he had his mask on and that you couldn't see how much your simple act had affected him. He felt his cheeks grow warm and swore he never wash his mask again after you kissed his cheek. 

[reysdriver]

Pebbles Against The Window | S.B.

You take care of Sirius when he comes to your house after running away — sirius x fem!potter!reader hurt/comfort

warnings: talks of abuse, injuries, angst, hurt/comfort

words: 1.7k

You stood in James' bedroom as you pestered him for hiding all your socks. It was a lazy prank, but he wasn't at his best without the rest of the Marauders. 

He gave in and pulled a single, mismatched pair of two blue socks from under his bed. 

You stared at him with a raised eyebrow. 

"I need a pair that matches my pyjamas." You told him, gesturing to your black nightdress. "I still want to look my best, even at home." 

"Well, I can't tell you where your black socks are, you need—" He stopped in the middle of his sentence when you both heard a sound at his window. 

It was soft, but sudden. Then, it happened again. 

You both walked to his source of the sound and looked outside. It wasn't an owl, like you thought for a moment. Then, you looked down and saw Sirius Black outside in the cold. You and James studied his figure for a moment, and you noticed he looked terribly upset. 

Without wasting a second, you both rushed across your house to see Sirius. 

Even in your bare feet, you still stepped out on the stone path to usher him inside. 

"Sirius, what happened to you?" You asked, closing the door behind you now that he was out of the winter night outside. 

He pulled you in for a tight hug and sobbed into your hair. 

"I ran away. I couldn't deal with them anymore. I couldn't take it." 

With each word, your heart broke even more for him. You knew he needed the hug far more than you and that it couldn't be you to pull away, so you rubbed his back until he broke the hug. 

"Well, you're safe here, mate." James told him. Pulling him in for an embrace as well. "You can stay as long as you want, I know my parents will let you." 

Your brother must have hugged him differently than you, since Sirius winced painfully when James touched his back. 

"You're hurt?" You asked. 

"I'm fine." He assured. 

"That didn't sound fine." James protested. 

"I just need some rest. A good night's sleep and then I'll be fine."

You and your brother eyed each other worriedly. You shook your head, trying to silently ask him to convince Sirius that he needed help.

"Look, Pads, she's practically a Medi-witch. There's a reason she helps Moony every month." He said to Sirius. "Just let her take a look at you and make sure everything's alright." 

"I'll be quick." You added. "I'll do my check and then you can go to sleep if you're really just tired." 

Sirius looked at you sadly, contemplating whether he should accept your offer of help. 

"Okay." He sighed. 

You held out your hand for him to take, and he hesitantly did. You inhaled sharply at the freezing touch, and he wanted to let go, but you squeezed tighter, reassuring him it was okay. 

The three of you started to walk upstairs, and you brought Sirius into your room where your supplies were. 

James didn't come inside. He stayed at the door, watching as you grabbed your wand and an assortment of bottles and books from your desk. 

"Do you have all your stuff?" He asked. 

You nodded in reply. "Yeah, it's here. We'll be fine." 

"Okay, good. I'll bring over a pair of pyjamas, then go prepare a guest room, and then I'll go to bed. But my door will be open all night if you need any company, Pads." 

"Thanks, mate." Sirius replied. 

With that assurance that you could help Sirius, your twin brother was on his way across the hall. 

You looked at Sirius, trying not to cry. You wanted to be strong for your friend in his time of need, though you couldn't help but feel his pain. 

"So, where are you hurt?" You asked him. "You don't have to tell me what happened unless you want to. If not, I don't need details, I just need to know how I can help." 

There was a knock at your door, and you walked over to take the clothes from him. You thanked your brother and closed the door once he walked away. 

"You've already done enough by letting me stay here." Sirius avoided eye contact by rifling through the supplies beside him on your bed. 

"You're just saying that. I need to fix your physical wounds." You tried to keep your tone firm, yet kind. "Where are you hurt? I need to see your wounds." 

Sirius sighed, knowing he wasn't going to be successful in convincing you against it. He looked down sadly and took off his jacket, followed by his shirt. 

Normally, you would be happy to see Sirius shirtless. You had been crushing on him ever since you all started at Hogwarts together, and with the way his body changed over the years, this should have been a sight that had you blushing like a rose. But now, you wouldn't even dare think of him like that. He had cuts and bruises scattered across his torso, and though Sirius would normally be cocky with his shirt off, he now looked scared and insecure. 

"Okay." You said quietly when you sat down next to him. You wet a clean towel with warm water and hovered it over his skin. "I'm going to clean you up, and then heal what I can. Just tell me if you're uncomfortable or if I'm hurting you." 

You waited for him to say it was okay before you did anything. Once he nodded, you started to clean the cuts with the cloth. 

When it was all cleaned, you started healing the gashes, knowing they were the most important. 

Sirius hissed and winced a few times, but he was otherwise silent. So when he spoke, you looked up at him, gazing into his stormy eyes. 

"They hexed me, and they were berating me for everything, just like always." He recounted. "I spoke up and fought back when they mentioned— they said something about you and James. They got angrier, and it all got worse. I knew I couldn't stay there. I didn't even think about Regulus, I just had to leave, so I came here.”

You placed a hand on his bicep, trying to be nice without crossing a boundary. "You made the right decision. I'm proud of you for standing up and getting out of there. And for coming here. Regulus will be fine, and you're safe now." 

You raised a hand slowly to wipe his tears, and he thanked you. 

Sirius was definitely tired, and you knew the bruises weren't nearly as pressing as the rest of his injuries. 

"I've healed all the cuts, so it's up to you whether I should keep going with the bruises or if you want to leave it for tomorrow." 

"Can I kiss you?" He asked abruptly. "I know that wasn't one of the options, but you've just always been so sweet to me, and you've been so helpful tonight. To be honest, I've wanted to kiss you for a really long time, like part of the reason I put up with James is because you're his sister, even though you're never as idiotic as him and I. Now I'm rambling, and—"

You found Sirius' rambling adorable. Even though you didn't want to interrupt him, you were afraid he would take back his offer if he kept going. 

"Yes." You told him. "Yes, you can kiss me." 

He smiled out of relief, then held your face gently and leaned forward. Your eyes fluttered closed, and he did just as he asked. 

You had been waiting for this moment for years. It was so perfect that you had to stop yourself from smiling against him. 

He pressed his body closer to you and he eased you down against your bed until your back hit the pillow. 

You let out a quiet moan against his lips when his hand slid down your body and toyed with the hem of your nightdress, but then you remembered the situation and lightly pushed him off of you. 

"Sirius, we can't." 

"Did I do something?" He asked worriedly. "I didn't mean to slip my hand up your dress, I just couldn't help it. I'm sorry." 

"No, no, it's not that." You assured him. "It's just that you're not in the right headspace, and I don't want to hurt you. Plus, I think James would freak out if he came in and saw you kissing me twenty minutes after he says you can stay as long as you want." 

You both laughed at the last part. Mostly because you both knew it was true. 

"But, by the way, I've wanted to kiss you for a long time too." 

Sirius smiled, and you stood up to put away all your potions and books. Realising he was still sitting on your bed, Sirius looked up and asked if he could stay with you instead of being alone in a guest room. 

You told him he was always welcome, and he thanked you once more. 

Then, he stood up to change into the pyjamas James had lent him. You turned around, even though you knew he wouldn't mind you looking. 

You looked at him once you felt him lay down next to you. 

"Can I hold you?" He asked. 

You nodded, and laid down with your back against his chest so he could wrap his arms around you and hold you as tightly as he needed. 

"So, how long do you think we have to wait before James won't be pissed at the sight of us kissing?" He asked. Damn that mischief he was so known for. 

"I think it'll be a long time." You replied. "But that doesn't mean we can't do anything when he's not around." 

You felt him smile into your hair. "Then I'm looking forward to you healing these bruises tomorrow." 

You both laughed contentedly and you kissed his knuckles until you fell asleep together. 

[homunculus-argument]

Have you ever had one of those things happen that just straight-up sound like something that'd only go down in a badly written sitcom?

This one time a few years ago, I had nothing to do in the middle of the day so I went out to wander around the city, and encountered one of those christian missionaries of some sort - not mormons, some local finnish-speaking one, probably Jehova's witnesses, I can't recall - who addressed me first. Having only gone out to kill time I figured I'd stop to see what he had to say, this might get interesting.

He started talking about sin, and I told him that I don't think that's real, humans aren't inherently bad creatures that need to be goaded into not doing evil by an outside force. Apparently taken back by my confidence about this, he asked me why I think so. And while I was absolutely not this eloquent about it while talking as I am typing it out now, I explained that if doing good didn't come naturally to people, it wouldn't feel good to do it. There's been studies about that - it makes people feel happy to help others, even when they gain nothing from it, or even at a cost to themselves sometimes.

Doing good things feels good for the same reason as eating, sleeping and having sex feel good - because we're supposed to do it. It doesn't matter to me why that is - either there's a god who made people with inherent goodness to them, or natural selection of the cold uncaring universe saw this behaviour as beneficial for survival. People want to be good to one-another just like migratory birds want to fly south for the winter.

He gave me his best annoyed "alright, fair enough"-shrug and was clearly trying to think of how to disagree with that when we were interrupted. I have no idea how a person that large and entirely indifferent to concepts like subtlety, stealth or an indoor voice even can sneak up on people, but we were both startled when someone I had briefly met appeared out of apparent nowhere, loudly going

HEY AREN'T YOU THAT TRANNY FROM THE PARK

addressing me. I used to go drinking at the park quite often back then, and while I did meet a lot of people that way and my memory is the first thing to disappear when I'm drunk, someone that loud, tall and broad-shouldered, covered in tattoos, with long hair, braided beard and electric blue eyeshadow isn't someone you easily forget. I was, indeed, the tranny from the park and I had been the person who had explained the concept of "nonbinary" to them.

My acquaintance here was somewhere between 30 and 50 and not exactly up to whatever the kids are doing these days, and their reaction to this information was roughly "oh huh so there's a name for the thing I'm doing". As they only spoke finnish, I can't say that I would have been the one to explain the concept of gender neutral pronouns to them, but they had been fascinated to discover that other languages have gendered pronouns in the first place.

Refreshing my memory of the encounter - and apparently unintentionally also recounting it to the missionary who was still silently standing with us - they proceeded to explain that they've never really felt like a man or a woman. And sometimes not really even like a human, but more like an alien who had just been dropped off here from a spaceship - but not like in a psychotic delusions sort of way, but just the vibes, you know? They then proceeded to tell us about some other fascinating epiphanies that they had had while on psychedelics.

As they went on, the christian missionary next to us was drifting backwards so slowly that I don't think I noticed him actually take an individual backwards step, just silently sliding gradually further away from this situation, with apparent mild concern. And while my happenstance acquaintance - whose name I either never heard or couldn't remember hearing - was talking, I noticed I had gotten a text message from a friend, who asked if I'm around and whether I want to come hang out.

So as the nonbinary giant self-appointed alien was finished with their story and took their leave - telling me that they'll probably see me around, and as I was around a lot, I reassured them that they would - I turned to the missionary and told him that while I'd love to carry on with what we were talking about, I actually have people to see now, and bid him good luck with whatever he was trying to do.

It's been like five years between that day and today, and during that time I moved to a different city and back here. I don't think I've seen the nonbinary giant again even once during this time, and wherever they are, I hope they're doing ok and no longer doing any weird drugs. Or if they are, that at least they're having fun.