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fanfictiongirlie · 3 months ago

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X-Men: The Chase Chapter Two

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Parings: Logan x (First Person) Female Character (No use of Y/N)

Description: Being a mutant with the power to create electricity is dangerous, the X-Men think so. So running away from them, specifically Logan, seemed like a good idea. A game of cat and mouse ensues, until one day, running gets boring. And finally, Logan catches up with her.

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Swearing, silly plot tbh, eventual smut

A few weeks later and Logan hadn't stopped, the other three had given up on catching me, but Logan, it was like a game to him, maybe it was a game to me too. He got close a few times, but I was faster than him, so I always got away. I was running through the street, a busy high street, he was chasing me, close behind me, I hit things with electric as I ran, letting them spark out towards Logan. I giggled to myself picking up speed, I could hear him growling behind me, he was loud. So over dramatic.

"Dammit, stop moving!"

"Why should I?" I yell back, luckily it was dark, and not many people were out, so I ran straight, fast without obstacles.

"Because I'm getting tired of chasing you around this whole fucking city!" He growls.

"Stop chasing me then!"

"Not a chance in hell sweetheart" He answers, picking up speed. I run faster getting a little lost in the city, it wasn't one I had been in for long, so I still got a little lost, this was the wrong time to get lost though as I ran straight into a dead end alleyway.

"Fuck!" I hiss to myself, I turn around to see Logan slowly walking into the alley. "Caught you"

"Aw baby, and here I thought you liked chasing me" I smirked, my voice teasing, I felt panic inside, I liked this game way too much to be caught.

"Oh I was having a pretty damn good time sweetheart" He grins, thinking he had won, he stepped closer to me, reaching out to touch my arm. I sent my electric straight to his hand, hr grunted slightly and jumped backwards.

"Dammit, you gotta quit shocking me!" He grumbles.

"Then stop fucking touching me" I growl, lighting up the alley with my sparks. I watched as he chuckled, he stepped closer, I backed myself against the wall, cursing myself.

"Sorry sweetheart, you're just so pretty" He chuckles. I sneer at him, letting my electric cover my body, the bolts tingling my skin as it travelled all over me. "Look at me darling"

"Don't step any closer" I say, my teeth baring at him.

"Or what?" He challenges, his voice lowering slightly, his lips curling into a smirk.

"Can't you see my electric" I snap "It can hurt pretty men like you"

"Go on then darlin'...Hit me" He says softly. I grinned widely at him, my eyes shooting to the way out of the alley, I used my whole body and pushed out my electric with full force, he grunted loudly, his body stumbling backwards. He regained his footing quick enough, I watched him clench his fists in anger, but his anger turned into another smirk when he looked at me.

"Damn that was a little rough, wasn't it darlin'?"

"You look like you like to rough old man" I smirked.

"You ain't wrong, sweetheart" He says, his voice gruff as he does "Now, quit calling me 'old man', you're giving me a complex"

"A complex? How so?" I asked smirking, my eyes darting to the exit of the alley and then back to him.

"You keep calling me 'old man' you're going to start making me think I actually am old" He groans.

"You look old...certainly older than me" I chuckled.

I watched him roll his eyes, look down and chuckle, he looked back up at me and smiled, why did he smile at me so much.

"I'll bet I'm a goddamn hell of a lot older than you, sweetheart" He answers "And you should show your elders some respect"

"Fat chance" I say, shooting my electric up the cables above the alley, they snapped and flew down close to him, I controlled them like snakes, letting them hit him a little.

"Dammit" He hisses when they touch him "That really hurt"

"Not my problem" I smirk as another cable hit him, causing him to fall to the ground. As he fell I ran past him, I stop at the edge of the alley entrance looking back to see him sitting on the ground, groaning.

"Dammit" He said, noticing me. "You really love to make things difficult for me, don't ya?"

"You could always stop chasing me?" I say, starting my run. He was close behind me, I could hear him grunting as he ran.

"Fat chance sweetheart" I heard him yell.

"God, clingy men" I tease, picking up the speed. I could hear him scoff from behind me, I bet he was rolling his eyes at me too. I smirked at the thought.

"Who wouldn't be clingy if they saw a pretty woman like you" He called out, I could hear the cocky grin over his lips in his voice.

"Careful" I shout back as I turn another corner "I'd think you were chasing me for fun"

I stopped running for a moment, feeling a little out of breath, the road I stopped down wasn't busy, it was dark. I turned to face him and allowed my electricity to spark over my skin, he ran closer but stopped a few steps away from me.

"I'm not gonna lie sweetheart. I'm enjoying this chase. It's a real adrenaline rush for me, but there are definitely other fun activities I could do with you instead" He said, his eyes looking over my body as he spoke, a stupid grin still over his lips.

"Ew old man, you coming on to me?" I asked, smirking.

"What if I was?" He called out, he took a few more strides towards me, his hand reaching out to me. I shocked his hand, sending my electric to him. He grunted in pain as it hit him, pulling his hand back, shaking it slightly.

"That was a dirty move, darlin'"

I cocked my head slightly, my powers didn't touch him the same way they did others. Usually people would be on the floor, crying in pain, but him...nothing? A small grunt? It was almost an insult.

"I'm curious, what's your power?" I ask, narrowing my eyes at him.

"Wouldn't you like to know, sweetheart" He said with a low chuckle, I roll my eyes.

"That's why I'm asking, old man"

"Dammit, stop calling me an old man!" He exclaimed, his face turning into a scowl, yet somehow a smirk still managed to remain. He was watching me carefully now. "And I'm not answering your question"

"Fine, I'll keep running then" I smirk, turning on my heels and bolting from the street. I heard him curse loudly and then the sounds of his footsteps against the ground followed me.

"Running is getting you nowhere, sweetheart" He countered, his voice was loud, I guessed he wasn't far behind me.

"It is actually, because when I run, I change locations" I bite back, laughing as I do so.

"You know damn well what I meant, brat!" He yelled, I ran a little slower than before.

"Can't you just stop chasing me?" I ask loudly.

"I already told you, darlin' I'm enjoying the chase"

I suddenly stop running, stepping to the side so he didn't run right into me. I smirked watching him falter slightly but turn to me. He looked confused for a moment, possibly annoyed at my stop-start running.

"Can we at least take a food break? I'm starving"

#fluff #logan howlett fic #logan howlett #logan howlett x you #logan howlet x reader #marvel smut #logan howlet smut #logan howlett x oc #wolverine x oc #wolverine x reader #wolverine smut #logan howlett smut #logan x reader

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thehorrorgirlstyles · 6 months ago

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Opposites attract

Part 4

Eddie Munson x fem!reader

Find P3 Here!

Warnings: 18+ smut, male masturbation, degradation!kink, pet names, cussing, squirting, little bit of praise!kink, derogatory words, harassment, bullying, public sex, some breeding kink, dry humping

(Note warnings are for the SERIES not the specific chapter)!!!

Minors don’t interact!

Summary: Eddie helps you through a hard time by giving you the treatment you deserve in more than one way...

Recap: Eddie and you moved one step further after your ex boyfriend lashed out on you at the party, things finally getting steamy after longing for Eddie!!!

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It has been a week since you've seen or heard from Jason. Your mom tells you that he has come by every morning before school to talk to you, but you refuse to ever see him again, telling your mom that you're too sick to talk. Little does she know that you've been sneaking in Eddie Munson every night through your bedroom window, which in your defense is totally valid. With Eddie there you feel save instead of worrying that Jason will come in the middle of the night to KILL you....totally not for the reason of you being horny or anything. I mean honestly it isn't your fault it's Eddie's for being so irresistible. How everyone at school thinks he is a freak will forever be questionable to you. How it took you so long to realize your feelings for Eddie is also questionable.

Today is the day you have been draining for your mom is forcing you to go back to school, she bought the sickness for a week, but she's over the lies now.

"Y/n you're not pulling this again honey it has been a week and your friends and boyfriend are worried about you....Do you know how many times Jason has called this house?" she points to the phone that has been ringing for the past hour. Does this guy ever give up?

"Mom please I really am sick, I swear...Check my temp".

"No, you're going to school and that's final, even if I have to drive you myself".

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It's your first day back after missing school in your final attempt to avoid bumping into Jason, which you hope will never happen again, considering the guy literally hit you and you've been covering it up with makeup. Everyone still thinks you and Jason are together, not knowing that the past week you've been going out after your mom leaves to visit a certain curly head.

"Hey y/n, where have you been are you okay?" Robin finds you by your locker, "You know it's unlike you to miss this many days and in a row too...Oh and you will not believe it Chance and Chrissy totally slept together at Tina's party...Speaking of which where did you run off to?.. Also the girl from band sh-"

"Robin!" you cut her off, "Please can I just put my books away first and then I'll answer all of your questions I promise".

"Oh yeah your right, I'm sorry...there's just so much to talk about and you've missed so much and we have been worried, but also I'm excited your back because I really need your help with something, oh and Jason he-"

You slam your locker shut, giving her a look.

"Sorry" she shuts up.

"Look, all you need to know is that I will not be seeing Jason anymore" You smile at her and walk towards your class.

As your walking you spot Eddie lecturing Dustin and Mike, "Look you either find a replacement or I'll personally hunt you down myself, Vecna isn't the one you should be worried about little ones" You overhear him say when he looks up and spot you walking his way.

He moves Dustin to the side to get to you, "Hey, there you are", he says smiling at you, "M'lady" he kisses your hand and bows.

"Why thank you kind sir" you play into it and curtsey back.

He pulls you to the side and lowers his voice, "Hey how are you doing, you know being back and everything, I swear if Jason even dares to speak to you I wi-"

You cut him off, "Eddie I'm fine I swear and besides you have definitely been taking good care of me" you wink at him.

He smiles, his eyes darkening "I haven't even showed you the best part" He moves you closer to him, leaning in to kiss you.

"Well isn't this a surprise" you back away and find Jason standing behind Eddie, your smile dropping. Eddie's grip on your waist tightens. "Well don't stop on my account, please continue", He speaks loudly starting to clap.

"Hey man you better leave us alone before I-", he interrupts Eddie, "Before you what, Sleep with my girlfriend, inflict her with your devil worshipping cult..I mean come on freak there's only so much you can do until someone might retaliate and do something back....Oh wait maybe someone already did" he points behind him to the trash which beholds Eddie's guitar broken into pieces the strings standing up.

"Eddie" I look at him to see him in shock not moving or saying anything, completely heartbroken. "Jason!" He stops laughing, "This is too far even for you, Eddie has spent hours saving up for that guitar, you're a fucking asshole" You stomp towards him and punch him in the face.

"OH MY GOD I think my nose is broken", blood streams from his face as he screams out, "YOU FUCKING BITCH YOU WILL PAY FOR THIS Y/N, YOU HEAR ME YOU SLUT, I WILL KILL YOU AND THAT FUCKING FREAK!" you hear him yell as you grab Eddie's hand and run down the hall. So much for a first day back...

NOTE: I'M SO SORRY THIS WAS RUSHEDDDD! I'm starting college so it might take me a few days to post again, I'm trying to get out as many stories as I can, but I may be a little busy with life..... PLEASE BE PATIENT< THANK YOU :))))

Part 5 will be posted soon.... AND WILL BE PURE SMUT FINALLYYYYYYYYYY

last part??? Maybe.....

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As always I hoped you enjoyed!

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ivysangel · 1 year ago

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in an alternate universe partition was written about dick grayson because it's so him i just KNOWWW he'd do that shit!! with his cocky smile and everything 🤭

NONNIE NONNIE NONNIE !!!!!!! saw this ask half asleep while checking my notifs and had to force myself to get some rest instead of answering it bc i got SO excited even in my delirious half asleep state. obviously i'm listening to it rn while writing this, like NONNIE ??? i'm smiling, literally not joking i'm cheesin like a fucking loser. quick ro lore before we get into the GOOD stuff: massive beyoncé stan, MASSIVE partition stan !!!! massive music lover and pop culture fiend too like this might just be my favorite ask ever. anyway.

who said in an alternate universe bc it's definitely this one. i literally ghostwrote the song with dick grayson in mind err? like i do just wanna be the girl he likes (everybody point and laugh). like the song, aside from being about super hot sex, is about being so into your partner that you'll give everything to them, do anything for them, put all this effort into catching their eye as if you don't already have it. 'take all of me i just wanna be the girl you like' (cassie in euphoria s2 is that u?) IS SOOOOOOOOOOO REAL TO ME !!!!! like i would do anything for him. (side note, why am i listening to partition and hearing jay on the bg vocals? like am i going insane orrr)

(everything under the cut is just smut)

'he popped all my buttons and he ripped my blouse/he monica lewinski'd all on my gown' and 'took forty-five minute to get all dressed up and we ain't even gon' make it to this club' ??? oh exactly. you put all this effort into looking good for him, and unlke CASSIE in eufuckingphoria season 2, it works out for you oh my god it does. 'driver roll up the partition please/i don't need you seein' yoncé on her knees' bc...car sex. but you're not going to a club, no it's a wayne enterprises gala and you don't even get there until hours later because you're almost fully naked in the back seat getting dicked down by dick grayson !!

'handprints and footprints on my glass, handprints and good grips all on my ass' ugh real music literally real fucking music. you're straddling him as he manspreads, cock buried in you, and your fingernails are digging into the black leather seats. his ties been loosened, shirt opened, and there's red smudged on top of blooming hickeys. the glass is foggy, the only semi clear parts being your handprints from when the pleasure got overwhelming. 'now my mascara runnin', red lipstick smudged/oh, he so horny yeah, he want to fuck' like it's dick grayson, he'd fuck you into next week on a normal day so ofc he'd do it when you get all dolled up. ofc everyone's wondering when pretty boy grayson's gonna make an appearence in front of the flashing cameras. 'over there i swear, i saw them cameras flash' rolls down the partition just a smidge, to tell the driver to park somewhere private so you're not caught in an extremely compromising position. not that he really cares, everyone already knows he gets play anyways, it's more about your comfortability. tits out and pussy facing the world, on the cover of tmz and shit bc he got just a bit too cocky. no never that.

'cheauffer eavesdroppin' tryin' not to crash' you and the driver both end up getting a tip that night. he's sorry, he really is. but he just couldn't resist you, not when you were dressed like that. your intention was to have amazing mind blowing sex with dick that night but not in the back of a moving car. 'driver roll up the partition, please/i don't need you seein' yoncé on her knees' bc it was just supposed to be some quick head and now his pants are ruined, your dress is torn, hair messed up on both ends, and the amount of hickeys between the both of you is concerning.

you'd do it all again tho, and he knows you would. shit, he would too !!! and that's so evident in the way he teases you for the next few weeks about it. asking if he should take the dress to the dry cleaners knowing it looks like you'd been in a fight, suggesting you wear the lipstick shade from that night, asking if you need a cheauffer anytime you have to go anywhere, and giving you knowing looks everytime someone asks why you guys showed up at the gala over an hour late. "wardrobe malfunction and car trouble." he says with a smile. it looks normal to whoever you're talking to but you know it holds a level of cockiness that is so completely unfathomable, a level of cockiness he only gets when he fucks you.

(got a little carried away nonnie my b. ughh how i love a good lyrical breakdown, even out of order lol. seriously, this made my day. literally woke up and got straight to it. did not proofread this bc i...just woke up lmao)

#dick grayson lover #dick grayson x reader #dick grayson smut #nightwing smut #nightwing x reader

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talaok · 1 year ago

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Hey, I have this huge exam next week, it’s the biggest exam of my life so far and I’m stressed af. I consider myself a chill person but I’m feeling beyond anxious all the time and I have never felt this stressed in my life. It’s so hard to take care of myself rn like I don’t feel like eating but I have to because I’m nauseous and then I can’t find anything I’d like to eat and it makes me more anxious IT’S A VICIOUS CYCLE I SWEAR AND APPARENTLY I HAVE TO EAT EVERY FOUR HOURS EVERY DAY BC I’M A HUMAN??

anyway, sorry for oversharing. I was gonna ask if you could write sth with pedro taking care of stressed reader, making sure she eats and is hydrated, filing up her coffee, cuddling with her when she has crying sessions wiping her tears and telling her everything’s gonna be okay and he’s gonna be there for her with every step no matter what. I literally crave comfort right now, and I’d be so grateful if you could write something 🥹

I love how caring and kind you are with asks, thank you so so so much for being here. Love you 💕💕💕💕

pairing: Pedro pascal x reader

a/n: Im so so sorry love, im one hundred percent sure youll do great, but in the meantime, i hope this will make you feel a little bit better, love you💗💗 (this ask did skip the line bc if i posted it two weeks from now it wouldn't have made any sense)

He didn't know how or when, but all of a sudden, all you did was study.

And at first, he didn't really think anything of it, you'd told him about the exam and about how important it was, so he understood, but what he didn't expect, was just how much you'd be studying.

You raised your head only to answer him, and even when you did, it was monosyllabic.

"Have you eaten anything?"

"no"

"did you drink any water today?"

"not really"

And no matter how many times he'd tell you how bad for you that was, the next time he asked, the answers were always the same. And that's exactly why by the second day, he had stopped asking and instead, started doing.

He had conceived a whole plan of attack.

For the days when he, unfortunately, had to go to work, he left two full water bottles and a glass on your desk, and an already cooked lunch in the fridge, so that all you needed to do was heat it up in the microwave.

But on the days when he didn't have to go to work, he took it upon himself to become your personal assistant, and your worst nightmare altogether.

No matter how much you complained, he forced you to take a break at least every two hours, he made sure you were drinking the water he poured into your glass, he made you coffee every time you asked, (always only after having reminded you that you didn't need more coffee but more sleep) and finally, he cooked or ordered all of your favorite foods in the hopes that it would make you feel more like eating (which never seemed to work).

Today, thankfully, he got to stay home, so for the thousand time, he walked into the studio to check in on you.

"hey there" he smiled, watching you half-heartedly wave at him before returning your full attention to your book "I brought you a snack," he said, placing the apple slices on your desk and making a soft laugh flee your mouth.

He had turned into a soccer mom, but god it felt good to hear you laugh again.

He got behind you to start gently massaging what he was sure must have been sore shoulders.

"how's it going?"

"bad" you grumbled, relaxing the tiniest bit at his touch

"I'm sorry" he murmured, leaning down to kiss the crown of your head "you wanna take a break?"

"It's not been two hours yet"

"I know, but I think it would be good for you" he explained "We could take a walk maybe"

You sighed, closing your eyes "I can't"

"sweetheart" he cooed, crouching down to be at your level and turning your chair towards him "you're gonna burn yourself out if you continue like this"

"I know but..." you glanced back at your notes "I can't fail this exam"

"and you're not gonna" he immediately reassured you

He watched something happen behind your eyes,

"not if I keep taking breaks"

"baby-" he murmured, taking your hand in his and watching as your mouth curved downwards for the quickest moment

"I just-I'm so anxious," you said, your voice breaking "I-I can't fail- I just can't"

"hey hey hey" he cooed, his eyes looking for yours "Sweetheart, it's ok"

And that was the moment you couldn't hold it anymore, all the stress and fear you'd been bottling up for days started spilling from your eyes.

"n-no it's not, I-I... I don't even know, I just..." you sobbed, and when you looked at him, he swore he heard his heart break " I feel like shit"

"sugar..." he murmured, wasting no time wrapping his arms around you "I'm so sorry baby," he spoke gently to your ear as his hands stroked your hair and back

You hid your face in his chest as you cried all you had to cry.

"it's all gonna be alright sweetheart, I promise"

But at that, for some reason, you only started to cry harder.

"ok this is it, hold onto me"

And you had just the time to frown, before he had picked you up and walked out of the room and into the living room.

"w-what are you doing?"

"forcing you to take a break"

"I could have walked" A small smile appeared on your lips, and with it, a small wave of relief washed over Pedro's body.

"You've done enough today" he explained, sitting down on the couch with you, and in less than a moment, your whole body had clung to his.

Your left leg was draped over his, and your head was on his chest, as he held you close with both his arms.

"y/n, you're not gonna fail" he started gently "You're the smartest person I've ever met"

"That's not true" you muttered, your words muffled by his body

"yes it is" he insisted "And baby I promise you, that everything is gonna be alright" he swore, slowly running a hand through your hair "and that no matter what, I'm gonna be here for you, ok?"

It took a moment for you to respond, but after a few beats of silence, a muffled "ok" made its way to Pedro's ears.

"yeah?" he asked, again, encouraging you to meet his gaze.

"yeah" you sniffled, as you finally looked up

"Feeling better?"

"yes" you nodded "Thank you"

He tightened his hug, as he bent down, to ghost your mouth "I love you baby" he kissed you "Whatever you need, I'm always gonna be here for you"

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20thcentwriter · 11 months ago

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Get him back [Michael Gavey x OC]

Chapter One- When Edith Met Michael

Word count- 1.2k

Cw- swearing

Vaguely proofread

A/n hello everyone, welcome to chapter one of my series. I don't consider myself a great writer but I hope you enjoy this series I have planned. I kinda have no clue what I'm doing really and any tips and tricks would be very helpful. All I know is that I'm excited to discover the relationship between Edith and Michael.

Also apologies for this chapter being kind of short. I just wanted to establish the breakup between Felix and Edith and have her meet Michael. It will get more interesting

“You’re breaking up with me?!?” Edith can’t believe what she’s hearing

… Well maybe she can a little bit but it doesn’t mean she thought this would really happen.

“Umm…Ed… yeah. You know we’re both going to uni in two weeks.”

“Felix Catton don’t you fucking bullshit me. you and I are both going to Oxford.”

”Okay umm…” Felix brings his hand to rub his chin. “ it’s just that this whole past year I’ve been so great and understanding about your boundaries regarding sex but I thought by now we’d have already done it though. I don't think it’s going to work.”

Through breathy laughter Edith can’t help containing her anger “Wait- So what you’re telling me is that you are done with me because I'm not ready to have sex and you’re horny ?!?!”

“That's pretty much the case, yeah.”

”You know what Felix Catton, I can't believe I thought you would ever be understanding.” Edith starts, heels turning to walk away so he couldn’t see the tears whining to spill. “You fucking suck and fuck you!!!!”

“What a fucking asshole,” Edith mutters under her breath peering out the window of her room. She shakes her head looking at a completely okay looking Felix Catton chatting and laughing with other popular rich kids who some Edith use to call “friends” .

The term “friends” would frankly be a loose term for Edith because they were more of people she hung out with because she was dating Felix, they weren’t true friends. she’s never exactly had a true friend.

Eddie knows he doesn’t deserve anymore of her feelings towards him but it’s hard. All she wants to do is scream and cry, telling Felix that he’s so pathetic.

Edith knows she can’t, all those other girls would come right after her, saying she’s jealous and desperate. how could he just break her heart and be completely okay? He’s most likely even moved on already.

Taking her eyes off from her ex, Edith flops onto her bed with a groan. All she wishes to do for the rest of the day is sit on her bed and read her book, draw in her sketchbook and maybe play her guitar. She’s aware though that she has to go to the dining hall tonight. Edith hasn’t been able to eat all day as she’s been moving in.

The idea of having to potentially sit near a perfectly fine Felix makes her want to gouge her eyes.

It's also her luck though that she’ll be stuck with some maths loser who forces you to answer sums, showing off how smart they are. If she were to compare the two she would take the maths loser but still not ideal.

Completely done with reality, Edith grabs her ipod, headphones and sketchbook off her nightstand and drowns out the world with music and drawing until she has to leave her room.

This is just great. I don't have to sit next to Felix but I also can’t find a seat in the first place. Edith can’t help but comment in her head, walking the dining hall in hopes of a spot to sit.

In a way she did luck out but she doesn’t know where to sit. That thankfully for Edith isn’t long lasting as she finds an open seat next to a boy with dirty blonde hair and glasses. Not thinking to whom she might have to converse with, she quickly walks over and sits down desperate to begin eating.

As she's eating, Edith can't help but feel uneasy and like someone to the right is staring into her soul through her ear. She looks up to the right and piercing blue eyes fill her vision. she whispers an awkward hi and smiles at the very strange boy and he in return moves his eyes down to her messenger bag.

Edith’s bag is decorated with little doodles that draws on it when she’s bored. The boy quickly turns his head away from muttering something under his breath that Edith didn’t pick up on but knew couldn’t have been nice.

What an ass.

The feeling of uneasy and bitterness doesn’t die the more she sits next to this guy. It was also not exactly possible to find a new seat either as the only other open seat was across from him and somehow for Edith that would be even worse. She feels bad for whoever would be sitting across from him

Like the universe reading her mind, another boy around her age with dark brown hair and glasses, who after struggling to find a place in the dining, eventually seats himself, somewhat reluctantly. right across from the strange boy.

The two boys stare at each other in silence for a few minutes, the brown-haired boy also clearly uneasy like Edith. it was the other boy who reach his hand out though to the brunet to introduce himself and Edith finally learned this strange boy’s name

”Hi I’m Michael Gavey”

The other boy accepts Michaels outreached hand and Edith learns his name is Oliver Quick. The boy begins to converse with one another. The last thing she got by fully eavesdropping was Michael asking Oliver if he was also a Norman no-mate too.

Not really interested, Edith turns her attention back to her half empty plate. the quicker she finishes the faster she can leave and not have to be in the presence of this Michael Gavey.

Even with half eavesdropping and half ignoring the two. Edith slightly laughs to herself as Michael tells Oliver even though he doesn’t like math, he is some math genius and to ask him a sum. Oliver clearly uncomfortable and telling Michael he’s fine and that he doesn’t need to ask him a sum

Edith though couldn’t expect was was to come out of a now agitated Michael.

“ WELL ASK ME A FUCKING SUM THEN!!!”

Jesus fucking christ Edith curses to herself while the whole dining hall quiets at the sudden intrusion of loudness. Among the same surprise, She is also intrigued and she smirks knowing something that would give her a little happiness asking Michael.

Before Oliver could clear the embarrassment he's feeling at Michael's sudden outburst, Edith interrupts. “What's 34+35?”

The attention of the boys are turned on to Edith as she smiles as Michael answers but then realizing what sum she asked, face turns to annoyance at the question, clearly knowing she is taking the mick out of him.

“Haha, very funny….” Michael’s voice trails waiting for a name

“Edith Pemberton and you said to ask a sum”

“Well Edith Pemberton i don't think I was talking to you Ms.” I'm wasting my money on an vapid arts degree”

“How fuck do you know what I'm learning.”

“Lucky guess based on how you're dressing and your… interestingly designed… bag.”

The gull this guy has to judge after literally yelling at someone to ask him a sum.

“Well Mr “I think math and science is better than the arts” you're wasting your money on a subject you don't really like so guess who's money is really wasted”

“Well at least I'll be making money post grad How about You? Oh wait Probably not.”

“Wow Michael Gavey you deserve a Nobel prize for solving the meaning of life!! Making money!!” sarcasm spilling from Edith’s mouth, not wanting to let this guy win.

Due to the bickering fight Edith and Michael were having, either of them failed to realized Oliver used it as a way to escape the situation

“God you're such a cunt Edith Pemberton.”

“Takes one to know one bitch.” a smirk reappearing on her face as she picks up her now almost empty plate and bag to leave a now bewildered Michael Gavey.

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Noah Sebastian x OFC

Just having a lovely good time with this. We are getting there, I swear it. 😘 (I promise there’s method to my madness.) Also HEAVILY recommend listening to the chapter song title - especially toward the end of this chapter. Levitate by Sleep Token.

Warnings: No smut today. But I fucking cried writing this chapter, and I hope you do too (I'm so sadistic). Sadness. Graphic descriptions of vomiting and overall being sick. Fluffy, heartache chapter. OH and graphic depictions of violence and blood (in a dream setting, don't stress).

+It goes without saying. This is a work of fiction. My words are mine. Plagiarism is a crime.

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Part 7 - Levitate

At what point do you start drawing lines in the sand? I asked myself that question over and over the past several weeks since the party. Who was fucking with who anymore? I'm certain neither of us really knew the answer.

Mileena was still seeing Justin, our mishap in the bathroom on the 4th being unspoken of again. It never happened. I kept trying to remind myself of that, each time I saw her, the only times our paths crossing being during pick-ups and drop-offs of Addison.

I had fully expected her to become scarce, but to my surprise, she was letting business go on as usual. Even being around more often. Part of me wanted to hope that meant she was slowly inching her way back to me, some undying need inside of her not being capable of keeping a distance. That thought was shut down, however, when Nick mentioned that he was asked to go on a double date with her, Laura, and the Ken doll (my favorite nickname for him).

That came about two weeks after the party, and I just shrugged it off, assuming that meant Mileena had truly forgotten about the bathroom, or was forcing herself to.

Still, she showed up, sometimes spending half an hour or more at the house when dropping off Addie, making small talk with me, once in a while even flirting. It was casual, comfortable, and for some reason, it didn't bother me to know that she was likely fucking that other guy. Something in my gut just told me to be patient. Good things come to those who wait.

So that is exactly what I did. I gave her room to exist, letting myself exist somewhere near her being good enough for me most days. In all honesty, the lack of pushing made some space for a very good friendship that we never gave the chance to grow before. Sure, the attraction was clear, but she started telling me things; things that I didn't get to hear before.

'Nick and Laura are gag-worthy. It's honestly kind of annoying.'

'I'm going to go back to work soon. I got a job offer, but the last two years off have been so heavenly.'

'I miss Washington. We need to take Addie up there to visit Dad.'

She kept throwing that word around. We. I never wanted to bring it up. Never wanted to spook her. Rather, I stood there and listened to her most times, smiling softly at her, loving the way the light filled her eyes when she was excited, or she came in close for a hug whenever she was sad. I took every second. I accepted it graciously, happy to exist.

Today, however, was not a good day. Today, I felt like a bin of hot, rancid, putrid garbage. We were stood in the green room of a venue in Buena Park, getting ready for a pop-up show, when I felt an overwhelming sense of nausea hit me. All day, I had felt off, but had brushed it off as the heat, stress from the show, and exhaustion hitting me all at once. I had slept most of the day, working to get myself out of the funk, trying like hell to prepare for the show, but I couldn't shake it.

Now, feeling my insides threatening to make their way out, my eyes darted around the room frantically, eyes falling on a nearby trash can. I bolted for it, collapsing onto my knees before emptying everything in my stomach into the bin, heaving painfully.

After successfully spitting out the last of the vomit, I sat back on my heels, trying to breathe deeply. My episode had caught Jolly's eye, and he ran over, face cringing at the sight.

"Dude, what the fuck?" I pointed at a stack of napkins on the table behind him, and he handed me a few. I wiped my mouth.

"I don't know, man. I was good, and then I just had to hurl." I was trying to determine if I was done puking, my stomach still rolling around.

"Eat something bad?" Nick had joined us now, hands in his pockets.

"Fuck, man, no idea. I guess." I shrugged, tossing the napkins in the can.

"Do we need to cancel? If so, we need to let Matt know now." Jolly's voice was concerned.

I shook my head. "Nah, I'm good. I just need a minute."

"You sure?" Nick raised a brow at me, and I stood up.

"Yeah. You guys got any gum?"

Four songs. I made it that far. I worked so hard, swallowing all of the saliva building in my mouth, keeping my face even. But as soon as we hit Glass Houses, and I had to start screaming, I had to run off stage, emptying my stomach once again into a trash can off of the side. I had thrown my mic hastily on the stage, making it clear that my abrupt exit wasn't planned.

Jolly, still vigorously playing the music, repeating the same riff, stepped off to the side and gave me a glance. I was kneeling, gagging dryly into the can. I saw him motion for everyone to stop. The music and lights cut sharp, and I leaned my head on the cool rim of the metal can, breathing heavily.

Folio stood over me. "Noah?" I looked up at him.

"I can't. I'm so fucking sorry."

He was shaking his head. "No, bro. You're fucking sick."

My body was covered in a slick, disgusting sweat, but I was still shivering profusely. "I'm freezing, dude."

Folio looked up. "Uh, hang on." He jogged off to the side of the stage, returning with my coat that I had discarded after the first track. "Here."

I stood up and pulled it on, not feeling much relief, my skin screaming as the fabric brushed over it. I took a moment to calm my body before walking back out to the stage, the crowd cheering as I did.

I picked up my discarded microphone and waved. "Well," I put a hand on my hip and huffed a laugh out. "I'm so sorry about that, guys."

The crowd cheered for me, but I was still fighting the feeling of another impending puking spell.

"So, I think I'm sick." I chuckled, and I saw the guys shaking their heads, smiling. Nick was already taking his bass off, and Jolly was walking over next to me. "I'm so sorry, but I don't think I'll be able to finish the show tonight, folks."

It was met with cries of sadness, and I frowned. "We're so sorry." Jolly's voice came through his own mic. "But we will schedule a make-up show. We've just got to keep this guy away from the gas station sushi."

Nick and Folio laughed with the crowd, but I just gagged, pressing it back down. Jolly slapped me hard on the back, which made me flinch.

"We're going to get this guy into bed, guys. But, before we go, we thank you all for being here!" Jolly hollered, and the crowd cheered.

"And can we give it up for Noah, guys?!" Nick hollered out, causing the venue to erupt. I just gave an embarrassed nod and began stalking off stage, feeling another wave oncoming.

Nick drove me home last night, walking me inside to make sure I got into bed properly. I only managed to get my pants, shoes, and shirt off before I folded into bed.

"Alright, bro, I've set a bowl on the nightstand, in case you don't make it, and I've got a water bottle next to you." But I was already half asleep when he left.

I was awoken to the doorbell going off, and I groaned, my back muscles screaming at me, and my stomach rolling inside me when I swung my legs off the bed. My head pounded hard at the sensation of sitting up. I felt truly horrific.

I stepped downstairs slowly, my body aching with each drop of my feet. I rubbed at my eyes against the sunlight, opening the front door.

Mileena stood in front of me, grocery bags in hand, and staring brightly at me, her faced etched with worry.

My eyes widened when I realized. "Oh, fuck! It's Sunday!"

She shook her head. "Oh no, I didn't bring Addie. I didn't want to risk giving her the plague."

I rolled my eyes as she walked past me into the house, closing the door behind her. "Then why are you here? Don't you not want to get it?"

She waved me off, heading for the kitchen. "I'll be fine."

She was back after a second, and I hadn't moved from where I stood by the door, focusing on staying upright as the room started to spin. Her eyes examined my face, a look of sympathy on hers.

"Oh Noah," She rubbed a hand on my shoulder. "you look like shit."

I smirked, my eyes nearly closed. "Thank you for noticing, I feel like it too."

I yawned, stopping it short when I felt as though I may gag again.

"How'd you know I was sick?"

"Nick called Laura last night. Told us about the show. I almost came over then, but Nick said you knocked out pretty quick."

I opened my eyes, then, giving her an inquisitive look. "So, you're here because...?"

She huffed, putting her hands on her hips. "To make sure you don't die?"

Leena was trying so hard to be convincing, but I still smiled playfully at her. "Oh sure. You're just here cause you couldn't stand the thought of not seeing me."

She rolled her eyes at me, smacking a hand gently on my chest, which made me whine, rubbing the spot. My skin was so sensitive.

I saw her face flinch, realizing I was tender. "Oh, God, I'm so sorry." Her fingers rubbed the spot she hit, but I wiggled away, the contact uncomfortable.

She then pressed her palm to my chest, scrunching her brows. "Jesus, Noah." Mileena grabbed my face and pulled me down, pressing her lips to my forehead - something she always did when checking for a temperature. "Fuck Noah! You're burning up!"

Scurrying into the kitchen, then back to me in a flash, she had the thermometer in her hand, brushing it across my forehead. Everything was happening in slow motion for me, the room still threatening to turn on it's side at any given moment.

"Fuck! 104.9 degrees!" I just nodded dryly, not fazed. "Noah, you may need to go to a doctor."

I groaned, walking over to the couch and sitting slowly. "I just want to sleep."

She followed me, pulling my legs up to stretch on the couch. Her hands grabbed the blanket I kept on the back of it, stretching it out over me. "Fine, but I'm staying with you a while. I don't like that fever."

I scoffed. "I'm not too fond of it, myself."

She grabbed the remote and turned the television on. "What do you want to watch?"

I moaned, absolutely suffering. "Don't care. Whatever you want."

She took up space on the other end of the sectional, tucking her feet underneath her and scanning to Hulu.

"Just nothing about food." I felt my face begin to turn green, and she noticed. She ran to the bathroom, grabbing the trash and placing it near my head on the floor. "Thanks, babe."

I watched her still, glancing at me, wanting to correct me. It was a reflex that I hadn't meant to say, but in my current state, I couldn't find the willpower to care.

She must've known, because she just turned up her lips, and softened her eyes. "Of course."

I let my eyes fall closed, my head calming while I heard the opening to Grey's Anatomy play.

I woke up to a lurch in my stomach, my eyes flying open, and my hand instinctively grabbing the trash, retching hard into it. Not much had come out, mostly bile, as I hadn't held down anything for about thirty-six hours. I opened my eyes, bleary with involuntary tears, and saw the end of the couch empty, but the TV still playing.

"Oh, Noah!" Her feet tapped the floor softly as she ran into the living room.

She circled the coffee table, and sat next to me on the couch, her hand rubbing small circles on my back. Setting the can down, I leaned back on the couch, fighting to get air in my lungs.

"What the fuck?" I grit through my teeth. Her hand was now on top of mine, her thumb massaging into the tattoos on my skin.

"I know. Must be a bad bug."

I leaned down, grabbing the edges of the bag in the can, preparing to get rid of it. Her hands came in, shooing mine away.

"I'll get this. Go brush your teeth."

I stood, running a hand through my sweat-soaked hair, and realized I was still in just my boxers. It hadn't even occurred to me, too sick to realize how gross I must look.

"Sorry you have to see me like this."

She snorted, tying the bag up. "Noah, you watched me give birth. I think we're okay."

I smiled at her tiredly. "You don't have to stay. What about Addie?"

She walked to the front door, slipping on my slides so she could walk outside to the can. "Uncle Jolly and Uncle Folio took her out for the day. Laura told me to stay as long as you need."

I was sick, exhausted, and half-dead, but I couldn't help what came tumbling out of me.

"And what if I never let you leave?"

Her hand hovered over the door knob, her neck twisting so she could look at me, a sad expression on her face. "Go brush your teeth. Your breath is rank."

I smiled. It wasn't a 'no' or a 'shut up', so it was progress.

"I think I'm going to shower, actually."

She just nodded before disappearing outside to dispose of the garbage.

I climbed the stairs carefully, lightheaded. I walked straight into the bathroom, turning the water to scalding, and stripped off my underwear. I glanced in the mirror, cringing at the sight. My eyes held dark, grey circles around them, my hair was visibly greasy, and my lips were pale and chapped.

Real sexy, Sebastian.

While I waited for the water to get hot enough to melt my skin, I brushed my teeth, working hard not to gag again. Once I spit the last of the toothpaste out, I stepped into the hot water and took a moment to adjust. I had a feeling my fever had broken, as my skin didn't hurt quite so badly.

I took time to scrub my body, letting my body calm as I felt the previous day rinse off of me. I quickly washed my hair, not even bothering with conditioning or anything extra. Then, I just stood there, letting the warm water wash over my back, my forehead leaning against the cool tile, zoning out while I breathed deeply.

"Hey." I heard her voice, which I didn't react to. "You alive in there?"

I flipped the handle, turning the water off. My hand grabbed the towel on the hook, pulling it in and wrapping it around my waist before opening the curtain. She stood in the doorway, and I heard her inhale a sharp gasp when her eyes caught me standing, my hair dripping down my face. I flipped it back and eyed her.

"I feel like death."

Her eyes were blown wide, and her lips parted slightly, not responding. Normally, I'd be taking full advantage of the moment. However, I was sure my stomach couldn't handle any sudden movents.

"I, uh," She shook her head, clearing her thoughts. "I brought some Zofran. We need to get you to hold something down."

I stepped out of the shower, sighing. "If you think it'll help."

She held a hand out, a small white pill in the palm. I walked over, picking up the tablet and holding it on front of me.

"How do I know you're not drugging me?"

She pursed her lips, smirking. "You don't."

I shrugged nonchalantly, and dry swallowed it.

Standing inches from her, smiling mischievously. "How's my breath?"

Leena grinned earnestly, then. "Better." She lifted a hand to the back of my neck, pulling my forehead down to her lips again. She hummed in approval. "That's better too. Now c'mon," She tugged at my wrist, pulling me out of the bathroom. "let's get you dressed and into bed."

I took note of the sweats, underwear, and t-shirt laid out on the bed. I also noticed the blanket being fresh.

"I changed the sheets for you. They were still damp from you sweating all night. I set up the trash can next to the bed, water on the nightstand. You need to drink it." She was using her Mom voice now, which had me staring at her, amused. "When you're ready to try eating, I've got Saltines, cheese, and a few different soups."

Eyes boring into her, I couldn't help but grin. "I appreciate you, Mileena."

The look on her face told me she was not troubled by any of her efforts. "You know I don't mind." She scanned the room, and began turning around. "I'll let you get dressed."

"Are you leaving?"

She stared at me, her eyes sparkling. "Do you want me to?"

A tinge of red crept up my neck, suddenly shy. "I mean, no?" Breathing out a chuckle, I picked up the underwear, letting the towel drop. Her eyes only flashed down to me for a split second, her throat swallowing hard. "But I get if you need to get back to Addison."

She squeezed her eyes shut. "No," She had her lips held tight together. "I checked in with Laura. Addie's fine. She said I can stay however long."

I nodded. "I've got pants on now." My words were lighthearted, finding humor in the fact that she was trying to preserve my modesty, as if she hadn't seen it all before.

"I figured I'd start disinfecting the living room while you napped."

I sat down hard on the bed, slipping the shirt over my head and wincing, the sensitivity coming back.

"Or, you could watch TV with me."

She stared at me, as if I was insane. "Is that such a good idea?"

I leaned back, pulling myself under the comforter and sinking down into the mattress.

"I mean, if you don't want to catch this crap, I don't blame you."

Sitting next to me on the edge of the bed, she laid a hand on my stomach softly. "I told you I'm not worried about that."

I laughed. "Well, you don't have to worry about me trying to come onto you. I get nauseas just breathing. I couldn't imagine what having sex would do."

She let out a hard cackle, smiling with all of her teeth. It was a nice sight to see, even on the brink of death.

"Well," I could tell she was weighing her options. "I guess it's fine. Mind if I borrow some pants? Jeans aren't exactly comfortable."

I just gestured to the dresser. She knew where to find everything. She slipped a pair of joggers out of the drawer, stepping into the closet to change. After, she came over to the bed, her side, and sat on top of the blankets, pushing her pillow up against the headboard, and flipped the TV on.

"Still no requests?" I just shook my head. She started Supernatural, picking up where her and I had left off on the last season, sitting back and watching the screen intently.

After a few minutes, I rolled onto my side, facing her, in a desperate attempt to ease the hard ache in my diaphragm. My body felt sore from dry heaving and the virus that crept through my veins. Eventually, I grew frustrated with the uneasiness each position had me in, growling.

"Come on." She motioned for me to scoot closer, pulling her legs under the covers and half-laying on the pillow. I moved myself to lay my head on her stomach, arm draped over her middle. Her fingers began running through my hair, nails scraping gently over my scalp the way she knew would have me snoozing quickly.

I buried my nose into her shirt, breathing easily. "Hey Leena?"

"Hmm?" She was into the show, but I still couldn't help myself.

"How would Justin feel about us just cuddling?" I smiled, reminiscing of the first time we cuddled on her couch, two years ago.

She snorted, clearly remembering exactly what I was referring to.

"He'll live. You may not. Priorities."

"So I take priority, huh?" My voice was slightly muffled against her, but I was warm all over thinking about it.

"You're the father of my child, Noah. And my best friend. Of course you do."

My hand squeezed her side in a sad attempt for a hug. She gripped my hair a touch tighter at the root, earning her an appreciative moan from me. So fucking relaxing.

"You should get some sleep."

"Are you and him still...a thing?"

I felt her chest heave. "Is that really a good conversation for right now?"

I raised an eyebrow she couldn't see. "We're best friends, right? Just pretend I'm Laura or something."

She laughed at that. "No can do, babe. Laura's prettier than you."

I waved a finger in the air in front of us. "Nuh-uh."

Her body shook with laughter.

"Ah Noah, insufferable as always."

I could only hum at her, my arm falling back to her side.

"You can tell me, Leena. I won't get mad."

Her voice was careful. "Kind of."

"What does that mean?"

"It means exactly that, Noah. Kind of." She sighed. "I like him, but..." She trailed off.

"But what? He’s not as dreamy as you had originally expected?" I smirked at my words, which came out in my voice.

But her words were somber.

"He's not you."

My face fell, processing what she had said.

"Oh."

"Yeah." Her fingers pet my hair softly now, smoothing it down. "Get some sleep, babe. I'll be here."

Even with the firecrackers exploding inside of my chest, the overwhelming exhaustion was taking over, blurring my vision. Sleep overtook me quickly, my eyes closing while her hands soothed me into oblivion.

"I don't love you, Noah. I don't think I ever did."

"She's never going to be with you again."

I pulled at the metal shackles around my wrists and ankles, screaming at the top of my lungs behind the leather bound around my mouth. My skin burned from all over, unable to breathe in enough air to fight any harder.

"This is how you die, Noah. Alone. No happiness. No dignity. No family. You're pathetic." Leena was stood inches from my face, Justin just behind her, staring wickedly.

"She's mine now, bitch."

The veins in my neck strained as I tried to bite down on the bind in my mouth, my flesh bleeding as I pulled against the steel holding them to the table I laid on.

Justin picked up an instrument off of the tray, a long, razor-like blade that looked medieval.

"You deserve this, Noah. For being such a fucking failure." The laugh that pressed out of her was maniacal, bouncing off the hard walls of the dark room. "Addison will never have to see how fucking sad and horrid her father was."

Justin stepped over to me, using one hand to rip the tank top I wore. I pulled harder as he lowered the blade over my stomach.

He smiled at me. "I hope you didn't pay much for these tats, dude, cause they're about to come off."

My eyes bulged, my chest heaving as I shook my head hysterically.

The blade sunk deep into my skin, a sharp, piercing burning flashing over me as I watched the blood pouring out of me.

My screams were wet and desperate, tears flowing down the sides of my face into my hair. I stared at Mileena, begging her to stop this, but she just smiled at me, her yes dark.

"Oh Noah! You're doing great!" Her words were all venom, and I couldn't breathe now, a weight pressing on my chest. I looked up to see Justin pressing his palm down as he dug the blade in deeper, piercing my organs.

Blood pooled in my throat, and I tried spitting it, only for it to fall back down into my mouth, making me choke.

"Noah!" Mileena clapped, smiling wildly. "C'mon Noah!"

"Noah! Noah, wake up!" I felt my body shaking. "Babe! Wake up, honey!"

I startled, my eyes snapping open, and sat up abruptly. My eyes scanned for the trash can, grabbing it and lifting it into my lap, violently throwing up into the bag. I could feel the tears coming out of eyes, and I lifted my head, my body still shaking with sobs.

"Baby," Her hand was on the back of my neck, her voice calm in my ear. "it's okay. Let it out."

Heaving again, I ejected any stomach contents I had before taking a few deep, hard breaths.

"Done?" After a few seconds, I nodded. "Okay, let me take this."

She grabbed the can and stood off the bed, walking back into the bathroom. Returning with toilet paper in her hand, she tore some and handed it to me to wipe my face.

She crawled into my lap, pulling my face into her chest, as I cried hard.

Usually, I try to be masculine about it, crying quietly, privately. However, I was still so shaken by the nightmare, that I let myself wrap my arms around her, wetting her shirt with my hot tears.

She shushed me, rubbing calming circles on my back until I was able to breathe evenly again.

"Bad dream, huh?" I only nodded in response, unable to speak. "Yeah, fever dreams are the worst."

After several long moments, I shifted so she could scoot off of me, standing and heading into the bathroom, running my toothbrush over my tongue and teeth again, washing the taste of stomach acid out of my mouth.

I came back to the bed, pulling her back into me.

"I'm sorry."

We were laid together, tangled on top of the blankets, and she giggled.

"Don't apologize for having a bad dream. You can't control that."

"It was so bad."

She reached a hand up under my shirt, splaying her fingers out on my chest. "Sounded like it. You started screaming."

"Ugh, I'm sorry."

Rather than lecturing me again for apologizing, she just hummed.

"I've got you, babe."

I noticed Supernatural was still on. "How long was I out?"

"About two hours. I think I dozed off a little, too." She traced my skin with a fingertip. "You think you want to try munching some crackers? You're dry heaving so bad because you don't have anything to throw up."

I sighed hard. "I guess."

Another hour, and I was sitting up on the bed, breaking the crackers into four and taking at least fifteen minutes to eat each one. My stomach didn't like it, but needed it. I had earned a love/hate relationship with a sleeve of Saltines, and that's just fitting for my whole fucking life, isn't it?

Mileena was eating a sandwich she had ordered from her favorite spot, pulling pickle slices off of it and popping them in her mouth. We both watched the screen intently, making odd and end comments about the movie we watched.

"This isn't nearly as good as the first one." She spoke around her bite of food.

I shook my head. "Nah. The first Nun was actually a little creepy." I pointed at the TV. "This one is kind of boring, actually.

"Agreed." Leena popped another pickle in her mouth.

I smirked at her. "I still don't get that. Why not just eat them on the sandwich?"

She stuck her tongue out, a perfect round pickle slice sat in the center, and crossed her eyes at me. I stuck my fingers out to pinch her tongue, but she sucked it back in quickly, giggling at me.

Although my stomach still hurt, and wasn't pleased that I had filled it with six crackers and a half of a water bottle, I felt a slight energy surge, so I didn't want to try falling back asleep yet. Not after my last nap. I shuddered at the thought.

Her eyes fell on me, noticing my shiver. "You want to talk about the dream?"

I shook my head, looking down at the cracker I was breaking. "It's fading anyway."

Mileena raised an eyebrow at me. "Mkay, well you let me know if you change your mind." She turned her attention back to the movie.

"What time do you have to go?"

She stood off the bed, balling up the paper from her sandwich, and tossing it in the trash can. "I called Laura after you woke up, and she told me I was fine to stay over if needed. Addie has been really good today, and tomorrow her and Nick are taking the baby to the aquarium."

Expressionless, I tried not to let the hope swell too much in my chest.

Still, I croaked out. "Slumber party?"

She laughed, stepping into the bathroom and closing the door. "Oh sure! We can paint nails and have a pillow fight!" She hollered from behind the door.

"I'm into it!" I yelled back.

"Yeah, well I'm all yours, then."

I smiled triumphantly. If I had known this was how to keep her around, I would've been licking doorknobs ages ago.

She returned, perching back on the bed. Her eyes glanced over to me comfortably, a smooth smile on her face.

"Leena?" She looked back at me over her shoulder. "Seriously, have you told him you're here?"

Her face fell, her gaze dropping to the remote in her hand. "I haven't."

I huffed, leaning back. "Maybe you shouldn't."

Her eyes looked up at me from under her lashes. "Can I be honest with you, Noah?"

My face twisted into a frown. "I expect nothing less."

She turned completely, facing me, and her legs crossed underneath her.

"I'm not good at this." She gestured between us.

I raised a brow. "What do you mean?" I looked over to the nightstand and down at my crackers. "Being a doctor? Could've fooled me."

She rolled her eyes, smiling. "No, dork." She looked back down out her hands. "Being broken up."

My head leaned back against the headboard. "Ah."

"I just," She pressed her lips together. "I miss you. And that makes it so hard, because I know you miss me too. You tell me all the time."

I nodded, crossing my arms over my chest. "I do."

"I want to be with you all the time. I think about it all day, every day."

I wouldn't dare interrupt, despite the increasing surge I had to kiss her, touch her, hold her. Anything.

"I damn near talk myself into coming home every day, Noah." Her eyes were getting wetter, and I just wanted to press my lips to her forehead. "But then I remember. Being alone."

My heart twitched.

"I don't know. Justin is...good." Ouch. Didn't need to know that. "He has a good job. He likes me, so much." She rolled her eyes. "He's good-looking, funny. He likes everyone. He respects the hell out of you." Shocking, truly. The feeling wasn't at all mutual.

"But," Her hands fell flat on the bed, a deep breath filling her. "I don't feel what I do when I'm with you."

My face was curious. "And that is?"

"Alive." She stood up then, beginning to pace back and forth in front of the bed. My eyes followed her every move.

"Noah, I spent a long fucking time just...breathing." She stopped, eyes boring into me. "But then I met you, and I felt like something inside me woke up. Like I had been on autopilot, but then, suddenly, I was driving again. At a hundred miles an hour."

I smirked.

"Even now, after all this time, I feel so drawn to you. Like a magnet, or gravity? Maybe that's the same thing, I have no fucking clue."

"It's not. Continue."

She narrowed her eyes at me, but continued pacing. "Either way. I can't find that feeling with him."

She sat on the bed then, right next to me.

"It's like that feeling of being on a roller coaster, when your blood is on fire, and your heart is racing? But then you get off of it? And everything goes back to normal? Do you know what I mean?"

"I do."

"The second I left your hotel room that night, it was like I stepped off the coaster. And for a while, I loved that. It was relieving, not knowing when it was going to drop. It was nice to know that I finally had control." A tear rolled down her cheek. "But then...I hated it. I felt like I was at a standstill."

I lifted my hand, wiping the tear from her cheek, using the other to rest on her shoulder.

"But every time I saw you," Her voice cracked, wet. "it was like I was awake again; alive."

She shook, a cry breaking through her. I pulled her, then, bringing her in close to me. I held one arm around her body, locking her in close to my chest. My other holding the back of her neck, squeezing gently to comfort her as she cried.

"I got you, Leena." I whispered in her ear. "I'm right here."

Her hands gripped my shirt tight, legs pulled up underneath her.

"Babe," I pulled her up so I could look into her eyes. "I know this is so hard. But it's truly whatever you want. Whenever."

I pulled her back down.

"I'm always here, just for you."

She laughed then, a sarcastic sound. "Noah, I can't ask you to sit around and wait for me to figure my shit out."

"You don't have to."

This made her cry harder, and I squeezed her tight.

"I love you Mileena. More than life itself."

Her voice was strained. "God, I love you so much, Noah." She cried between her words. "I miss you so much it hurts."

I felt my own tears brewing. "I know. I do too." I inhaled hard, trying to hold my own hurt back behind my hard exterior. "Every day. Every moment."

"Can we just pretend for today? Can we just act like nothing ever happened? And be us? Please, I'm so fucking tired. I just need one fucking day." Her hands were pulling at me, desperate to get closer.

I wrapped both arms around her in a tight grip.

"Of course we can, baby." I spoke into her hair. "Anything you want, my love."

#fanfic #noah sebastian #bad omens #bad omens fanfiction #noah sebastian fic

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chunkymamatam · 3 months ago

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Hi again, didn't wanna be annoying, so I'm making a new post for this. I'd appreciate your help (your great wisdom and experience <3), but don't feel forced to answer if you don't want to.

Alrighty, so...

My shifting attempts (and successes) have been quite scarce, because I'm not as desperate as I used to be (I have a plan to finish my education in about 2 years, so I will have more time to myself apart from uni. I suppose I've become a bit more patient). However, due to the fact that I'm like "meh" when it comes to shifting, I cannot get myself to actually gather the determination to do it.

For example: Recently I had a lucid dream and I tried to shift through it, but for some reason it didn't work (I think I didn't ground myself enough), so after saying "I'm in my DR" 3 times, I literally gave up.

Like that is so crazy, because the me 4 years ago would NOT have given up and so now I feel like if I were more determined, I would have shifted long ago, because I do understand how easy it is and I occasionally manifest random things too, but I just wish I had more determination </3

I will literally lay there for 40 minutes and feel incredibly numb and like I'm in the void and then I'll get up because I'm "bored" and its like SIT THE FUCK DOWNNNNNNN YOU ALMOST WENT HOME </33333

This has been causing my anguish for about a year now </3

Oh great mother Tam, have you any advice for this poor soul? (Any reply appreciated)

-Reena

LMFAO PLEASE 😭

I get it. I've been going through something similar lately too. Its been going on for like 2 years damn near. This is perfect timing though actually because I've been steadily regaining motivation and determination. Disclaimer I'm not the best at advice like this and what worked for me might not for you but I'll do my best!

Also if it sounds like I'm just talking about myself I swear I'm not my autism is just "ah yes, we went through this and maybe people can relate to it and maybe hearing how I dealt with it will help them grow too"

So there were actually a few things holding me back. I let myself get sucked into a cycle of talking about going places but never actually going and at some point I stopped actually expecting to go there subconsciously. I actually ended up cutting off the people who dragged me into that cycle and now have a new group that I actively try to shift with. Unfortunately they're busy so we haven't gotten to attempt to group shift yet but there's a lot more trust that we actually do intend to go to the places we say together than the last one . This isn't to say my last group was doing anything wrong but they would move on to new media and make a new DR each week and spend like no time actually getting to know the world or actually attempt to shift together to DRs we were going to as a group. So it didn't feel like there was enough time and energy spent immersing myself in the worlds I really wanted to go to. It all felt really surface level imo.

The point is there could be external factors that you wouldn't have necessarily considered before so maybe evaluate the shifting groups you're in if any and work from there maybe? /gen Sometimes the encouragement and sharing your joy in shifting with a good group can really spark your motivation and determination back up! I feel like I'm back in 2020 when I first found it thanks to them (❁´◡`❁)

I also stopped writing down the experiences I did have for a while there. You obviously don't have to post them like I do here but writing them down like a diary entry is so helpful with the motivation aspect because I love the people I met and I want to see them again and have new experiences with them when I write it down or talk about it. I used to talk about it on TikTok so much when I first found it haha! I was having the time of my life sharing them like I was on a video call lol I just had a realization actually. Maybe its just started to feel routine and like a bother? Maybe you need to have more fun with it. Is there anything that you used to do when you were motivated that you stopped for one reason or another? I used to draw the things that happened out and now that I started doing that consistently again I'm so motivated.

Tarot readings for your DRs are always fun IMO so maybe that'd be a good way to motivate yourself, channeling your DR or SO(If applicable) in the music you listen to, making playlists, etc. can make you feel closer to it too.

Maybe you could just need a break too? I took a break from thinking about shifting for a few weeks and the desire is slowly but surely coming back. I fully believed and trusted that I'd come back to it because it genuinely made me so happy but I needed to work on some things first. I had to come to terms with not being as desperate as I used to be and knowing that, that's okay and just means I'm growing, not that I can't shift or can't want to shift. I needed to adapt my approach to the whole thing for who I am now and not for who I was because we're not the same people anymore. I don't want to shift because I want to run away from this reality, I wanna shift purely to meet everyone and have new experiences and feel everything that comes with it. Idk if that resonates or makes sense haha ❤ /gen

In short, You've grown into a whole new person over the years so your view of shifting should evolve and grow with you. Consider what your reason's for shifting are now, how have they changed? Are there outside factors that are limiting me? Reflect, get back to your roots, and learn how to love it again essentially.

I just wanna actually take a second to thank everyone that follows me and enjoys reading about my experiences, genuinely y'all have been so helpful in motivating me and if it weren't for all the questions and stories I see in my inbox I probably wouldn't post as regularly as I do. I'm very grateful to have your support ❤

@owlettie @mxzanstoy @familiar-rat (And Katelynn but I don't have her Tumblr Tag lmfaoooooo) A special thank you to you guys. You mean the world to me and I hope you know that ❤❤❤

#shifting realities #shifting to desired reality #reality shifter #shifting antis dni #shifting blog #shifting community #reality shifting #shiftblr #reality shift

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heartsaplenty · 7 months ago

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Why had it taken him this long to reach out again.. The burning question on Ren's mind as he once more held a handwritten note, in the same place they had met before.

Akechi was here again too, sitting in another tree. Ren knew why. It was like a game to him, to see if Makoto could play hide and seek just as well as he had before. There was no doubt in either of their minds, deep down, that he would know exactly. Neither talked about him much until last night, but they both came up with the same words- albeit phrased just a bit differently.

Whoever this guy was, he was powerful. Powerful enough to cause over a week of rain. Stealthy enough to get past him, a master of the art. Who knew what else he was capable of, or what he could do if he set his mind to it.

Even lost in thought, he still heard those footsteps. Satanael pined and reached. It didn't hurt as bad this time, but it still shocked him just as much.

Unlike last time, this meeting was being held earlier in the day, yet as always, nobody would find it. It was a mini sanctuary, and briefly Ren had to wonder if that was a part of Makoto's doing. He knew one thing for sure though, if their meet ups were going to be more of a regular thing, the guy would need a nickname or something. Knowing two Makoto's was going to be a bit of a challenge.

He had to go back over his thoughts. He had never recided the meet ups were going to be regular.. It forced a head shake. Even just being slightly in his presence caused emotions to run wild.

"Is something wrong..?"

The voice came from right next to Ren, and it made him jump noticeably.

"Oh.. I thought I had given enough warning." A sigh followed. "Still so much to work on."

Relaxed again, Ren studied him before even thinking about answering. His heart beat fast, the shard inside pulsed faster. Yet, despite it all, he could see that Makoto looked much better than the first time they had met. He almost seemed.. Content. Things met his eyes. The slight smile connected this time.

"I was waiting for you." Ren found himself answering, the words leaving his mouth before he could even try to stop them.

Had he been waiting? Satanael sure had been, but everything was too muddled for introspection. It was just like last time.

"Sorry.. I was learning. Getting used to this world again. It's been ten years, Joker. I'm still missing a part of myself, but I'll never get that back. Not until we're done."

That sadness was back, and it washed over him as well. Joker tried so hard to fight through it. Make sense of his words.. Or at least remember them for later.

"My own team.. I want to be ready to face them. It's.... Hard. My place isn't here any more. I fulfilled my fate."

"Then... Why are you here?" Ren managed to ask, struggling against everything.

"I don't know. I still can't remember."

It was such a small amount of words, but they held an undeniable power over him. From afar, he heard a strangled gasp, meaning it had hit Akechi too.

Ren placed his hand atop Makoto's again. They were still so cold, and somehow still felt wet to the touch- though it was clear they weren't.

"Don't know.. How to help you. I want to.. I decided. Need to know though.. Where are you supposed to be?"

Makoto almost instantly perked up, looking Ren in the eyes. They were mystifying- even.. Hypnotizing.

"Protecting you. Protecting everyone. Part of me is still there. The part of me that lived."

"Do you.. Have your persona?"

Makoto laughed. Ren's heart soared again. He could swear that Satanael swooned. Seriously. What was wrong with him?

"That's a very hard question to answer, Joker. I.. I think so. The longer I'm here, the more I can feel again. Just the other day, I got my taste back."

He was giddy now. Good. He deserved to be. Ren didn't know how he knew that, it was more a strong feeling.

"What.. Happened to you?"

The question was meant with silence. Five seconds passed.. Then ten. Then a whole minute. Eventually, Ren understand what it meant.

"Sorry.. Sorry. Shouldn't ask, right? Rude of me."

".....It's okay." It was quiet. So quiet.. Ren flinched.

"It's not okay."

"You're right."

He should have known better.

"Me and Yu will meet up with you again soon. Can you do something for me, Joker?"

How could he ever say no?

"Yeah."

"One of my friends is in Shibuya right now. I'm not.. Ready yet, but if you could meet him, I will do what I can to help you, too."

"Will you tell me what he looks like?"

"Tall.. Brown messy hair. His name is Ken."

Makoto reached into his pocket, and pulled out a piece of paper that was slipped into Ren's hand.

"You can find him here."

"What do you want me to say?"

"You're Joker. You charmed a whole nation.. You don't need me to tell you that."

Makoto offered one more smile, before he started walking off. Just like that..

Ren reached out from behind him, a 'wait' on the tip of his tongue- but the ever so mysterious man just... Melted into the ground. He could only look on.

#drabble #should tag this #p3 spoilers #JUST in case

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mariana-oconnor · 2 years ago

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The Naval Treaty pt 4

The Moment of Truth

Will my immediate and instinctive dislike of Joseph Harrison be proved right, or will I be forced to admit that this crime is not his? (I make no promises regarding other crimes, however.)

What the object of my friend's manoeuvres was I could not conceive, unless it were to keep the lady away from Phelps...

Here we see Watson's focus on interpersonal matters, rather than on logistics. Holmes could have found a far easier and more sensible way to keep them apart if he wanted to.

...he calmly announced that he had no intention of leaving Woking.

Well no. You can't catch... the person... red-handed if you leave for London, now can you?

Gotta let them think you're in London and do the sneaky sneak.

I may be a little sleep deprived today, so this could be a little more unhinged than usual.

"Watson, when you reach London you would oblige me by driving at once to Baker Street with our friend here, and remaining with him until I see you again."

What, no? You're not letting Watson come? Bad Holmes. FIRST this means we don't get a first-hand account of you catching Jos- the unknown ne'erdowell in the act. SECOND Percy doesn't deserve to be left alone with the guy who hit him with sticks for years. He's been an idiot and failed utterly at both of the 2 jobs he had (copy treaty, don't let treaty be stolen) but he doesn't deserve that. Not to mention that Watson's going to be all sulky.

"It is fortunate that you are old school-fellows, as you must have much to talk over."

Oh yeah, the good old days.

“But how about our investigation in London?” asked Phelps, ruefully. “We can do that to-morrow. I think that just at present I can be of more immediate use here.”

Has no one else realised what the plan is? Percy was pretty good at this last time, I swear.

I'm being unreasonable. I have knowledge of the genre and the tropes that the characters do not have, as well as an awareness that I am reading a story and therefore only things that are relevant to the story are emphasised. Please accept my humblest apologies, Watson and Mr Phelps. There's no way Percy could ever suspect that the document he so carelessly allowed to be taken is in the same room where he was lying for almost ten weeks. Although he must suspect that the 'attempt on his life' was connected in some way.

Still... we must make allowances for the limitations of their vision, trapped as they are within the ink of the tale.

“I hardly expect to go back to Briarbrae,” answered Holmes.

Now that's got to be a lie. How else are you going to catch him... ahem, them in the act?

“You are sure it was not a house-breaker's jimmy?” “Oh, no, it was a knife. I saw the flash of the blade quite distinctly.”

You didn't seem that certain earlier, Percy. And we all know that eye witnesses are notoriously unreliable about things like that. Although I will admit that I would go the other way and start doubting myself. Percy, apparently, has decided to double down.

I don't think that Joseph - or whoever the villain is - wants Percy dead per se, so why a knife. To pry up a floorboard?

"It is absurd to suppose that you have two enemies, one of whom robs you, while the other threatens your life.”

I mean, you could be a little nicer to the guy who has barely recovered from a nine-week-long illness, Watson. Your bedside manner leaves a little to be desired. But you are, in fact, getting to the crux of the matter. The very sharp edge of Occam's Razor, if you will.

“But Holmes said that he was not going to Briarbrae.” “I have known him for some time,” said I, “but I never knew him do anything yet without a very good reason.”

This seems patently false. The man does things without reason all the time. Not on cases, maybe. But he sticks his legs on top of the fireplace and goes off on tangents about the beauty of a rose being evidence of the existence of an allpowerful deity. I don't know if it's in the short stories or the longer ones, but he shoots the queen's initials into the wall of his lodgings.

Although I like how Percy says 'But he said he wasn't going' and Watson doesn't even really respond to that one way or the other. The 'I have known him for some time' could indicate that Watson can tell when he's lying.

But it was a weary day for me. Phelps was still weak after his long illness, and his misfortune made him querulous and nervous. In vain I endeavored to interest him in Afghanistan, in India, in social questions, in anything which might take his mind out of the groove. He would always come back to his lost treaty, wondering, guessing, speculating, as to what Holmes was doing, what steps Lord Holdhurst was taking, what news we should have in the morning. As the evening wore on his excitement became quite painful.

Watson is the worst at this. Stop trying to talk to him about things you're interested in and ask him what he's interested in. If in doubt, ask about his fiancee. That should get him talking, at least.

Also, Watson seems so put out that Percy is worried about the thing that his entire life hinges on. How very Victorian of him. Buck up, Percy. Stiff upper lip.

The next conversation is just so full of Watson being deliberately vague so as not to get Percy's hopes up and Percy utterly refusing to accept Watson talking around the subject. Honestly, at this point, they're both equally aggravating and amusing

It boils down to:

"Do you think Holmes has an idea? Argh, he doesn't, does he?"

"I've seen him solve other cases."

"But what about this one?"

Repeatedly, round and round in circles.

“On the contrary, I have noticed that when he is off the trail he generally says so. It is when he is on a scent and is not quite absolutely sure yet that it is the right one that he is most taciturn."

Ah, finally, an actual answer that's a bit helpful and doesn't promise anything. Was that so hard? The poor man just wanted some reassurance and empathy. I can absolutely understand why the pair of you did not get along at school, you're clearly coming at the word from completely different ends of the Victorian hero spectrum. Well, honestly, Percy from a literary standpoint is firmly in the position of heroine, what with the sudden onset of fever from stress and being shut away in a room with people breaking in in the middle of the night. He's practically the heroine of a gothic novel, and Watson doesn't know how to deal with a man who embodies so many of the more stereotypical 'feminine' tropes. If it had been a woman, he would have thought to appeal to her emotions, I bet, but because Percy is a man, Watson's trying his best blokey comforting methods and failing miserably. He's stuck in the trap of gender roles and he doesn't even see it.

There's honestly probably quite a decent essay there about this story and reframing literary gender roles. I expect someone has already written it.

Sorry, my English Literature degree is getting in the way of a good time. Weird how that happens now, but very rarely happened while I was getting it. 😅

TO THE MEMES!

“He'll be here when he promised,” said I, “and not an instant sooner or later.”

Oh, oh, oh! It is a gift, a gift to the foes of Mordor!

Standing in the window we saw that his left hand was swathed in a bandage and that his face was very grim and pale. He entered the house, but it was some little time before he came upstairs.

What the what now? I was going to say earlier 'don't leave Watson behind; what if Joseph gets violent?' but then I remembered Holmes is more than capable of taking care of himself, so I didn't. But apparently I was right to have that thought.

Joseph Harrison has so much to answer for.

Look... if it's not him, I'll apologise. But... but... it's him alright.

“After all,” said I, “the clue of the matter lies probably here in town.”

No. Because it's Joseph. Motherfucking. Harrison.

I am preparing my I told you sos.

Also, the man is injured. Why would he be injured if he hadn't come across someone in the process of ne'erdowelling? I suppose he could have trapped his hand in a door or something. But we're back to Occam's Razor again. Evidence points to him discovering something at least.

“Tut, it is only a scratch through my own clumsiness,” he answered...

Or he trapped it in a door, I guess. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

“This case of yours, Mr. Phelps, is certainly one of the darkest which I have ever investigated.”

Darker than The Greek Interpreter? Because that shit was dark.

“Won't you tell us what has happened?” “After breakfast, my dear Watson."

Percy over here just dying of stress. Don't mind him. Lolol.

“Mrs. Hudson has risen to the occasion,” said Holmes, uncovering a dish of curried chicken. “Her cuisine is a little limited, but she has as good an idea of breakfast as a Scotch-woman."

Well, that's not an English fry-up.

Curry for breakfast in England? And it's not kedgeree? I genuinely can't tell if the comment about the 'scotch-woman' is intended to be a compliment or an insult. But I think kedgeree is more common in Scotland, so maybe that's the connection? I've never had it, only heard of it, and Wikipedia tells me the first known British recipe for it was in a Scottish cookbook. So I guess this is a reference to kedgeree? But chicken?

I know curry is eaten for breakfast in different parts of the world, but it's really not a very common thing over here. I suppose there was a lot of Indian influence on fashions in the Victorian Era, what with colonialism being at its peak and all, so maybe they were just trying it out and it eventually settled down to kedgeree?

"What have you here, Watson?” “Ham and eggs,” I answered.

OK, Watson's going more traditional. That makes sense. Although when did the traditional English Breakfast even originate?

The English Breakfast society tells me 14th-15th century, and I guess they should know.

“Well, then,” said Holmes, with a mischievous twinkle, “I suppose that you have no objection to helping me?”

Oh no. Oh no, Holmes. What did you do? Are you about to give this man another brain fever? I swear, between you and Watson you're going to murder him by accident.

Phelps raised the cover, and as he did so he uttered a scream, and sat there staring with a face as white as the plate upon which he looked. Across the centre of it was lying a little cylinder of blue-gray paper.

Happy surprise! Although still kind of a dick move for a man recovering from a stress-induced illness. Holmes does like to be a dramatic bitch sometimes, eh?

It's a nice dramatic moment, though. I can appreciate why he did it, even if I do feel for Percy in his poor, sleep-deprived, overly stressed state.

And now he's keeling over in a near faint, as well. Gothic Heroine, I'm telling you.

“There! there!” said Holmes, soothing, patting him upon the shoulder. “It was too bad to spring it on you like this, but Watson here will tell you that I never can resist a touch of the dramatic.”

At least Holmes knows it was a dick move, even if he doesn't actually apologise.

“I have not the heart to interrupt your breakfast any further, and yet I am dying to know how you got it and where it was.”

... I'm dying to hear about that damned bell. Seriously. THE BELL.

“After leaving you at the station I went for a charming walk through some admirable Surrey scenery to a pretty little village called Ripley, where I had my tea at an inn, and took the precaution of filling my flask and of putting a paper of sandwiches in my pocket."

This is not relevant. What...?

I'm so glad you had a nice little walk and honestly, a drink at a pub in a Surrey village sounds all kinds of delightful, but really... what?

Get to the bit where you tell everyone I was right all along!

Or the part where it turns out I've committed the heinous crime of being wrong on the Internet, I suppose.

"...witness the disreputable state of my trouser knees..."

No notes, I just love this phrase.

“The key!” ejaculated Phelps.

Okay, Percy. Calm down. That's what he just said.

"I was left squatting in the rhododendron-bush."

Let us take a moment to appreciate the strength of Sherlock Holmes' leg muscles.

"It was very long, though—almost as long, Watson, as when you and I waited in that deadly room when we looked into the little problem of the Speckled Band."

Callback! Take a shot!

"I suddenly heard the gentle sound of a bolt being pushed back and the creaking of a key. A moment later the servant's door was opened, and Mr. Joseph Harrison stepped out into the moonlight.”

(emphasis mine)

“Joseph!” ejaculated Phelps.

Percy is ejaculating all over the place, today.

Also... yeah... that's what he said. Joseph. Mmhm. Jo-seph.

I'm trying to be very calm and gracious about this, but please believe that I actually look like this ⬇⬇⬇

"...he proceeded to turn back the corner of the carpet in the neighborhood of the door. Presently he stopped and picked out a square piece of board..."

I was right about the floorboard too!

Not about him needing the knife for it, because apparently it's a whole plumbing thing, which makes sense and is kind of interesting, but... it counts, right?

“Well, he has rather more viciousness than I gave him credit for, has Master Joseph."

PUPPY MURDERER VIBES!

"Having got them I let my man go, but I wired full particulars to Forbes this morning. If he is quick enough to catch his bird, well and good. But if, as I shrewdly suspect, he finds the nest empty before he gets there, why, all the better for the government."

Another one where the villain is uncaught, although supposedly for the good of the government. (Honestly, the government deserves to have people question its security principles if a delayed cup of coffee is enough to put the entire political system of Europe at risk).

“And Joseph! Joseph a villain and a thief!”

Who...

would...

have...

thunk it?

🙃🙃🙃🙃

“From what I have heard from him this morning, I gather that he has lost heavily in dabbling with stocks, and that he is ready to do anything on earth to better his fortunes. Being an absolutely selfish man, when a chance presented itself he did not allow either his sister's happiness or your reputation to hold his hand.”

OK, fine. I didn't get the motive right. Fine. I accept that I was wrong on that count.

But all this ignores the most important question? WHAT ABOUT THE BELL?

"I had already begun to suspect Joseph, from the fact that you had intended to travel home with him that night, and that therefore it was a likely enough thing that he should call for you, knowing the Foreign Office well, upon his way."

I also totally missed that...

I based my accusations on vibes and vibes alone, and missed all actual evidence to the fact. This seems like a win, but it is, in fact, a loss for logic and reason.

"...you told us in your narrative how you had turned Joseph out when you arrived with the doctor..."

I missed that, too.

Dude. I was terrible at this. Lmfao at my own incompetent, prejudicial blundering to the right idea. I'm a farce. This is hilarious. I love it.

Finding no one there he promptly rang the bell, and at the instant that he did so his eyes caught the paper upon the table.

The bell! At last, the bell! It all makes sense now.

There I was imagining a premeditated crime, but in reality it was a crime of opportunity. Which I would have known if I had just read the text more closely. My high school teachers are all shaking their heads at me and sighing.

"...he had concealed it in what he thought was a very safe place, with the intention of taking it out again in a day or two, and carrying it to the French embassy, or wherever he thought that a long price was to be had."

OK, man was intending to commit treason. Wasn't expecting that. Thought he was just trying to fuck up Percy's life. But no.

“I can only say for certain that Mr. Joseph Harrison is a gentleman to whose mercy I should be extremely unwilling to trust."

Man was sus. Holmes agrees: Bad vibes. I got a Nat 20 Insight, Nat 1 Investigation.

I do not remember The Adventure of the Cardboard Box even a little bit, so that'll be fun next time. I wonder why it's controversial... or maybe I don't want to know. Guess I'll find out either way.

On that note, I will take my bows, and accept all due adulation on my brilliance and impeccable vibe checking.

#Letters from Watson #The Naval Treaty #Sherlock Holmes #long post #I do not deserve to have got that right #my actual detective skills were appalling #I'm embarrassed by how terrible I was #but guy was too nice #Let this be a lesson to everyone #even the most incompetent person gets stuff right once in a while #don't believe that makes them a genius

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ampedupkaon · 7 months ago

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August Writing Challenge Day 10: Helbram/Gustaf

AN: This pairing should have been the hardest to write. It was surprisingly easy to slot it in though! Set during season 1, after the bit in Vaizel.

Gustaf could feel his eyelids starting to get heavy. It had been a long day, and he'd been very busy for most of it. And he was now stuck doing the paper work.

“You nearly done there?” Half of which wasn't even his. Half of it belonged to the Cardinal who appeared to be about to take a nap beside him. He would have glared, but knew of the power this man wielded. The magic imbued sword which hung on the wall would surely threaten harm, if not bring actual harm.

“Just about, Cardinal Helbram.” He answered, checking over this one before adding it to the completed pile. Only a few more to go and then he could... a yawn crept out. He hoped it wasn't seen; sure he'd get a telling off for doing so. He tried to focus on the next one, but the words started to swim on the page. After reading the same sentence three times in a row and starting to doze at the end of each, his eyes slid shut.

“Are you alright?” Gustaf jumped awake. He shook himself, hoping the tiredness disappeared. He didn't know how to answer for a moment. Helbram looked at him expectantly. He forced out an answer.

“Yes sir. I was just...” Gustaf felt terror shoot through him when he yawned. There was no way the Cardinal hadn't saw that. He waited for the inevitable telling off for a moment, eye closed in fear. He cracked them open after a moment, seeing the Cardinal looking at him curiously.

“Are you tired?” That was a trick question, he knew it was. Admitting that would get him in trouble.

“N-No sir.” He lied.

“Do not lie to me. In spite of what you might think, I don't punish people for being tired out after a long day of work.” Gustaf shivered, another yawn escaping his lips. He saw a smirk on the Cardinal's face and that was more frightening than his anger.

“You can have a little nap you know.”

“Huh? S-Sir... it's not...” He spluttered, unable to believe the suggestion was given.

“You wouldn't be the first Holy Knight or Holy Knight Apprentice to nap in here. Nor will you be the last. I am considerably less bothered by people giving in to the urge to sleep than Hendrickson or Dreyfus is.” Gustaf now feared their reaction if they found out he'd been napping on the job.

“I'm not going to tell them. I nap sometimes myself.” Helbram's words didn't surprise him, not at all. His eyelids started fluttering and this time he let them slide shut. He leaned back, getting as comfortable as he could. The Cardinal was grinning at him, but wasn't to know this. He'd swear as he dozed off he felt something slide over his shoulders, but couldn't be sure.

XxX

Helbram had to grin at Gustaf's attempts to hide his tiredness. It was... adorable. Though, humans always did give in quickly when they were tired. He enjoyed that. It meant if he felt like a nap it was alright to take one; even if it was the middle of the day! And due to his looks, he could get away with it since 'old men napped quite frequently', apparently. Though, now Gustaf had got comfortable, he was quickly asleep. He'd leaned a little, resting against his shoulder. Helbram had slid an arm around him, sure this was what humans did.

“Hope this makes you feel better.” He whispered, if the other man was asleep he didn't want to wake him. Though... the other man being asleep meant that paperwork still needed doing. Helbram hated paperwork. Some of this should have been done a week ago. He had no desire to do it now. Not with a warm body against his side, having a nap. He felt like one of those himself. That was one thing he could remember from Harlequin; it was all to easy to nap when you were a lazy fairy. And after spending all that time around Harlequin... he'd caught the habit.

He got himself comfortable as carefully as he could, not wanting to jostle Gustaf. He let his eyes slip closed, imagining he was back where he belonged. In the Fairy King's Forest, not a care in the world. Nightmares would find him; they always did. Right now, his thoughts were of the sweet, gentle variety. The kind that made it all too easy to fall asleep. He dozed off quite quickly, subconsciously cuddling in to the warm body beside him.

AN: Gustaf wakes up about an hour later and finds the Cardinal sleeping beside him. The paperwork was gone though, left for later by Helbram. He carefully extradites himself and heads for home. He wonders what it means that the Cardinal was sleeping beside him later.

#seven deadly sins #nanatsu no taizai #gustaf #helbram

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anjelicawrites · 1 year ago

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Hi, I know this is very specific, but I wonder what Osferth’s reaction would have been when he saw reader after coming back from that hike when he found out she was interested in Aemond.

He had needed the week long hike to clear his mind: the pain he had felt when you had confessed you interest in Aemond, the betrayal and the feeling of inadequacy that stabbed him, when he had compared himself to the other man, all forced him out of your shared home, the bare necessary to survive in the wild and his bike the only things he had needed.

When he arrives is late. He is not sure you're even home, all the lights are off; what if you are at Aemond's? What of his plan?

The dogs jump him the moment he opens the door, they've missed him dearly; the cats soon follow, Pumpkin rubbing herself against his ankles, Santanico staring at him with contempt from the top of the bookcase.

"Osferth?"

He jumps out of his skin, barefoot as you are he hasn't heard you.

His heart hurts when he sees your face, the dark circles around your eyes, the way your hands shake and the stink of cigarettes tell him you haven't fared any better than he did.

"Osferth. Are you OK?"

Does he feel OK? He's not sure. His heart still hurts, but his head is clear: he's going to fight for you, for the two of you together. For the future you've been planning, before Aemond stumbled into your lives.

"We're going to his place, now!"

He doesn't realize how forceful his voice has been, until you step back, scared and Santanico hisses in the distance: for the first time in your relationship, you're afraid he might hurt you, that he might raise his hand in anger. Your heart will never recover from that.

He sees it in your eyes, in the way you subtly change your stance the way he's taught you: it sobers him up immediately. He hasn't seen himself in a mirror for a week but he feels the grime on his skin and knows how he's reduced his clothes: he probably looks deranged, like a maniac, his voice rough from not having used it for so long. He would never hurt you though, no matter what he looks like now: you could shred his heart, beat him every day, yet he would never reiterate, he would never, ever, harm you.

He just wants to make things right. Make Aemond understand that he has no place in your lives. Osferth knows you are special, one of a kind, but he's met you first, Aemond should accept that God had matched Osferth with you for a reason and God will make Aemond find his soulmate, but Aemond has to back off.

Osferth clears his voice

"I need to talk to him, my love, now" "Osferth please" you beg, your voice cracking with sadness and worry "I'm not going to do anything stupid. I swear." He answers, crossing himself and kissing the small cross he wears. "He needs to understand, though. Please, let me explain myself and then we can go on with our lives."

He looks tired, and sincere. You can detect no hate in his brilliant blue eyes, no malicious motives there, just the same sadness you can see in your reflection, when you manage to do so, without wanting to throw up.

He is right, you know he is. This thing needs to reach its conclusion, you three can no longer dance around the issue. And you have to make a decision, for your sake, and theirs.

Everythig taglist: @hightowhxre

Poly taglist: @notyour-valentine, @fan-goddess, @aegonx

#answered #polyquestion

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billkaulitzwife · 2 years ago

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Hcs for darry finding out his girlfriend cheated on him after they got into a big fight? 🥺

youre gonna make me cry.

on fucking dallas.

im gonna scream.

"Oh."

Darry Curtis + F!Cheat?Reader

WARNINGS: swearing, cheating, mentions of sex, self-harm, anorexia, bulimia, s/a, etc.

now playing: all around me

stream flyleaf on spotify.

Y/N's POV:

"Y/N, WHAT THE FUCK."

"DARRY, I PROMISE IT'S NOT WHAT YOU THINK IT IS."

The fight.

Everything had flashed before your eyes and as soon as you knew it, you had your stuff packed.

And you ran out the Curtis's door.

It had been a week since everything happened.

You and Darry went through the worst fight in your whole relationship.

Then he found out you went to Dallas for support.

And it led to sex.

Darry found out when he came to apologise and he saw Dally's ring on your finger.

"Hey, pumpkin, I just wanted to say I'm sor- wait. Is that..."

"What?"

He went silent for a moment as tears swelled his eyes.

"Oh."

He whispered as he turned and walked off.

"You fucked up, Y/N.

You really did it."

You thought to yourself.

Dally came out of your room, wiping his eyes and he reached for you, but you pulled away.

"Hey, doll. What's goin' on, who was it?"

"Darrell."

"Oh?"

"He saw your ring."

"Ah, shit..."

Pony's POV

I had never seen Darry so upset before.

When he came back home from apologising to Y/N with tears in his eyes...

I didn't know what to do.

Sodapop went to comfort him, but he just slammed the door and yelled at us to go away.

I decided to walk to Y/N's house

but Soda thought otherwise.

"I know what happened. Pony, we're gonna stay away from her."

"Wh-?? What happened..?"

Did I lose my sister-in-law?

"She slept with Dally."

I felt tears in my eyes.

The girl the Curtis' trusted most...

Broke.

She cracked.

I had to find her.

Find out what was goin' on in her mind.

She was my sister. I couldn't lose her like mom and dad.

Addi stormed through the door and sat down next to Soda, crying her eyes out.

"Shit," I thought to myself.

"Addi, it's alright, we're all mad at them."

Y/N's POV:

You thought you'd call up Johnny or Two, maybe they could help.

As the phone rang, Dallas was lounging on the couch

"Hello?" Keith answered.

"Hey, Two, it's Y/N/N.. can you ask Dar-"

You were cut off by the line going dead.

You called Johnny. Surely he wouldn't be mad, right?

Johnny Cade is never mad.

"Y/N YOU KNOW HOW MUCH YOU HURT ADDI AND DARRELL?? LEAVE THE GANG ALONE."

"Addi?"

"DALLY'S GIRLFRIEND? SCREW OFF, Y/N."

The line went dead.

You turned to Dallas and confronted him.

"Hey, Dal? What do you plan on tellin' Ads?"

His face dropped.

"Shit."

Dallas came from behind you, and running to the Curtis house.

You heard him yelling, sobbing even.

"Addi!" He called.

4 days later.

Pony's POV:

Darry and Addi had spent so much time together the past few days.

I had never seen them so nice to eachother...

Darry couldn't live without Y/N.

I looked to Sodapop as he walked into Addi and Darrel's sob corner.

I heard a gag and knew Addi was getting worse.

She always got upset when she had a fight with Dallas...

but this was bad.

She was forcing herself to throw up and...

Darry was doing the same but not on purpose.

He starved himself he was so upset.

"I'm goin' to see Johnny."

"Alright, Pony, be back soon. Love ya!"

I ran wherever my feet took me.

Track paid off.

I was running through the clearing of trees when I saw Y/N.

"Ponyboy?" She said.

"Yeah. What happened?"

Y/N's POV:

"I-I don't know."

"Addi!" Dallas was at the Curtis's doorstep for the 4th day in a row.

You felt horrible.

You didn't what was going through your head.

Pony just looked at you. He seemed like

he wanted to step forward and hug you.

You teared up and sat down on the ground.

"Pony, I don't know what to do.

I don't know what happened, it all went so quick."

"Was Dally drunk?" He asked.

"Y-Yeah..? Why?"

"Were you?"

"Yea.. why?"

"Did you consent to anything...?"

"Um..."

The silence between you two grew louder.

The wind slapped your face.

Pony looked at you with a worried expression.

"Y/N/N..." Pony was crying.

And so were you.

You and Pony walked back to the house and explained to Darry what happened. He took you in his arms and sobbed into you. Addi was still upset about the whole ordeal, but even more you were assaulted. Sure, Dallas and her would never break up... But Dallas didn't remember anything..

neither did you.

You only remembered the four horrible days that September. "I promise nothing like that will happen again, Darry."

"It better not, Dallas."

Everyone made up.

Even if they had hatreds for each other after that.

🎿💋🎿💋🎿💋🎿💋🎿

whoever you are, anon....

you made me cry.

but it was a good idea, thank you!!

love ya, golden:))

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olithepoet · 1 year ago

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Whumptober Day 1

This is my first tumblr post! I really want to start posting on here so I'm forcing myself to put this out there, even if I don't keep up with it all month. Sorry for any mistakes!

Heres the link to the ao3 if you prefer to read on there! -> https://archiveofourown.org/collections/Whumptober2023/works/50490616

Summary:

Izuku has been overworking himself with training and collapses. Of course, Katsuki is there to catch him.

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Izuku was about to get back from training. Katsuki had been waiting all afternoon and had been repeating that same sentence over and over again.

‘He’s about to get back.’

‘He’ll be here in a few minutes

‘Any second now…’

And yet, here he was, still waiting, alone in his dorm.

He was starting to get pissed. Izuku was training with All Might, and Katsuki had warned him to lay off his poor boyfriend. He had been training way too hard, like usual, but it seemed worse lately. If All Might wasn’t taking Izuku out for some much-needed relaxation, and was instead working him so late, he would have to kill him!

He had already yelled at All Might the night before, threatening the same thing. Did he think he wasn’t serious? Because he was, and he would prove it to the old bastard!

In his anger, Katsuki ignored the sound of his door opening behind him. He was fuming, staring down at the homework on his desk that he had completed hours before.

“Kacchan.”

Hearing that hoarse whisper snapped him out of it.

He turned around and saw Izuku there, leaning against the door behind him. He was still grasping onto the knob, even though he had already shut the door. It seemed to be the only thing keeping him steady.

“Where the hell have you been?” He snapped, more out of worry than anything.

“Kacchan…” His boyfriend only whispered again, and Katsuki’s heart pounded. He looked like shit.

“Did that old man work for you for this long? I swear I’ll kill him! What’s he thinking anyway, you’ve trained more than anyone! You don’t need–”

“No, no, Kacchan–” Izuku tried to shut up his angry rambling, but Katsuki didn’t know how else to respond. He was honestly freaked out. He hadn’t seen Izuku like this in a while.

“It was just me, okay? All Might cancel training for some reason…I didn’t want to get behind.”

And Katsuki just stood and stared at his idiot of a boyfriend, because what the fuck? Was he that stupid, to work himself to the point of exhaustion? To go so long without a break? To take no time for himself all week? And worst of all, to worry him?

They were all stupid questions. He knew that his nerd really was that dumb. All Might must’ve canceled after what Katsuki said about him overworking himself, clearly agreeing with what he had said. Of course, Izuku didn’t get that. And he would have to fix this. Like always.

He knelt in front of Izuku and sighed. “You know I told you to take it easy, you idiot. You’re not fucking falling behind. But you will if you keep this shit up! If you won’t listen I’m not gonna keep helping you!” He barked out. Deep down he knew that last part wasn’t true. He would keep helping him. But he wasn’t going to tell Izuku that. He needed to learn his lesson!

Izuku whimpered. “I’m sorry…I…” He could barely speak as his words slurred. Katsuki looked into his face and past his boyfriend's now watery eyes, instead noticing his pale complexion. That wasn’t normal…

Izuku tried looking into Katsuki’s eyes but he couldn’t.

“Hey! Izu!” Katsuki’s anger immediately washed away. He couldn’t pretend to be angry when all he felt was concern. And the tears in Izuku’s eyes as a result of his words didn’t help. “Look at me!”

But Izuku couldn’t focus. His eyes darted around as if he couldn't see.

“Izuku! Did you not hear me? Look!” Katsuki frowned. “How many fingers am I holding up?”

Izuku’s head turned to face his hand, but he never got the chance to answer. He tried to, his mouth opening, but when he started to speak, it came out strangled and incomprehensible. He closed his mouth and went to reach for his head.

Taking his hand off the doorknob made him lose balance. He wobbled, and Katsuki watched, helpless, placing his hands loosely onto Izuku’s hips in hopes of stabilizing him.

Then his eyes closed.

Izuku started to fall forward, and Katsuki's hands reached out instinctively to catch him. He immediately stood up, lifting Izuku with him by grabbing under his armpits, and he leaned a certain way so that the limp boy’s head fell onto his shoulder.

He shuffled awkwardly towards his bed and placed Izuku softly onto it. He reached down and lifted Izuku’s legs onto the bed as well, making sure he was in a comfortable position. He placed his hand on his boyfriend's face lovingly, looking at him with concern.

“You idiot.”

Katsuki rushed to the door and half hoped that Izuku wasn’t too out of it and would wake up soon, and half hoped that he would stay asleep for a while. He didn’t want Izuku to wake up while he was gone. That would frighten him, and that was the opposite of what he needed. Katsuki rushed as fast as he could without running.

He reached the elevator and clicked the button to go down. He regretted not using the stairs, and he cursed under his breath at the slow thing. Realistically, he knew this was faster, but that wasn’t the point.

He had already cooked dinner for himself, which inadvertently meant he cooked for Izuku too since lately, the other boy wanted to eat better meals that suited his needs for his training. Izuku had always liked his cooking and Katsuki wouldn’t let Izuku cook for himself, because while he wasn’t completely useless in the kitchen, after a long workout he would just give up and eat whatever was easiest. Katsuki deemed those meals inedible.

He made dinner for Izuku once, to show how much better he was at cooking, and after that, Katsuki led Izuku to believe that he was just stealing his extras.

That wasn’t true of course.

By the time Izuku finished his training, Lunch Rush was done serving food, anyway. It was the same tonight. So, he hurriedly got some food prepared on a plate, the chicken he had cooked earlier that was completely uneaten since Katsuki was waiting to eat with Izuku, and heated it with some other vegetables and rice. Anything to get some nutrients back into his system. He hated to just stand around and wait for the food to finish so he got Izuku a glass of milk too.

Carrying the plate upstairs he realized he maybe had gotten a little too much food. He just wanted the best for his Izuku. The last time he had seen him pass out from exhaustion like this was after his big fight with Shigaraki. Since then, after we all settled back into school again, he had been having instances like this. But not to this extreme.

Well, this was going to be it. Katsuki was sure of it. He was going to get it inside his boyfriend's thick skull that he needed to get a hold of himself, or Katsuki would do it for him.

He made it back upstairs and he sighed with relief when he saw Izuku was still asleep. He put the plate and glass down and sat on the bed next to him.

“Izuku…” Katsuki nudged him, then reached to grab his shoulder and shake him. Izuku blinked for a few moments, with no reaction.

Finally, after far too long in Katsuki’s option, his eyes focus on him. There was no time to waste.

He grabbed Izuku and sat him up forcefully, pulling the plate onto his own lap and cutting the chicken for him. Izuku barely had any time to process what was going on before Katsuki finished, and started shoving pieces into his mouth.

“Kacchan slow down–”

“Eat!”

Izuku took another bite and chewed faster in anticipation, but Katsuki grabbed the milk instead and tilted it into his mouth. Izuku thought he would drown.

When Katsuki was thoroughly satisfied he stopped, and Izuku took the opportunity to stop his crazed boyfriend. He grabbed his hands in the split second that he put the glass down and reached for the fork.

“Stop!”

“Izuku, that wasn’t enough!”

“I know, I know, I’ll eat more, just give me a second!”

Katsuki stares for a moment and then puts his hands down with a sigh. “This is fucking serious Izuku. You can't get mad at me for being worried about you.”

“I know! I’m sorry, I'm just…so scared of falling behind. What if someone gets hurt because I’m not strong enough.” He looks down into his lap.

“Izuku,” he pauses, looking at his boyfriend who has an ashamed look on his face. He wanted to be harsh. To force him to listen, for once. But he could tell he felt bad already. “Is that how you feel? Don’t you understand that doing this to yourself is just making it worse? Izuku, if you keep this up, you’re going to fall behind. You can only get stronger and stay on track if you pace yourself.”

“I know Kacchan. I’m sorry. It’s just so hard for me to accept that sometimes–”

“I know. You don’t have to explain yourself to me.”

Izuku sighed. Of course, his Kacchan understood. He always did. He was the only one who could. Izuku was just so thankful he had his Kacchan.

“I can feed myself, Kacchan. I’m feeling a lot better after eating.” Izuku took the fork and continued his meal. He wasn’t too hungry anymore–after all, Katsuki had shoved an unimaginable amount of food down his throat already–but he could tell that he needed more nutrients. And he wanted to make his Kacchan happy.

Katsuki reluctantly let him feed himself.

“Izuku, I’m not allowing you to train tomorrow. Or the next day. You need these days to let your body heal.”

He nodded between bites of rice. “Okay.”

“And how about, next time, I’ll train with you?”

Izuku lit up. He loved training with Kacchan; it was not only a good challenge, but also a fun time to spend together. Katsuki would keep him in check.

“Perfect.”

They sat in silence for a moment, the only sounds being Izuku’s chewing. Katsuki eventually rearranged himself to sit beside him and unintentionally began running his hands through the boy’s dark green curls.

“Kacchan…I can’t eat all this…” The boy took a good look down at his plate, a little amused. There were still three pieces left. And he had already eaten three. “You haven’t even eaten yet, have you? Why don’t you have some?”

“I made it for you.”

“Kacchan,” Izuku laughs. “I think if I ate this much it would be more unhealthy than anything. You seriously couldn’t have made all of this thinking I’d eat it…”

Katsuki sighed. He had caught him. “Fine”

Izuku gave him a sidelong look. “You always yell at me to think of myself more, and yet here you are.”

Katsuki was only half listening, having now taken the fork and knife to cut up the rest of the pieces so they could easily share. “Hah?!”

“You weren’t thinking of yourself, were you? You were going to go without dinner for me.”

“What are you trying to say, nerd?”

“Just that you’re being hypocritical. I could say the same things to you.” And Kastuki would’ve quipped back harder, but Izuku looked so proud of himself for that.

“Yeah, yeah. It’s still different.”

“How?”

“Because I’d only do those things for you.”

Izuku smiled. A real smile, one that brightened Katsuki’s whole year. Because, yeah, this probably wasn’t the last time he would have to deal with his boyfriend being an absolute moron, but that was okay. This was real progress and laid the groundwork for them to get through this, together. He trusted that Izuku would do his best.

Even though Izuku’s exhaustion was very prominent on his face, his smile wasn’t hindered at all. He was going to help Izuku do his best, too, just to make sure that smile wasn’t lost.

And that’s exactly what he did, all night, making sure to stay up way later than it took for them to finish that mountain of food, just to rub the pain away from his boyfriend's sore muscles.

#whumptober2023 #no.1 #Safety Net #Swooning #“How many fingers am I holding up?”#my hero academia #boku no hero academia #fanfiction #whump #fainting #exhaustion #fluff #bakudeku #bakugou katsuki #izuku midoriya #established relationship #taking care of each other #caretaker #Please don't bully me I'm new to this

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