#if you read that tag shhhh shut up no you didn't

[myersesque]

paul matthews is very autistic imo and i'm glad so many of us agree on that, but i think when people tally up all their reasonings for this headcanon, they don't give nearly enough credit to that one time (during forever & always) he and emma* were arguing about murder and he somehow ended up very passionately talking about cheese???

[futturmanspookie]

"You Belong With Me"

Summary – You and Clapton are best friends, and you are totally in love with him, but he dates Ione. Pairings – Clapton DavisX Male!Reader Tags – fluff, cheesy end, oneshot, mlm, a bit of cheating(not on you tho), friends to lovers. Words – 2,9K

Inspired by Taylor Swift's song

You're lied on your bed, staring up at the ceiling. Creep by Radiohead playing loudly on your headphones, you wonder if Ione even knows what Radiohead is...

It pisses you off... How Clapton liked her and not you, what's so interesting about Ione anyway? She's just another blonde, pretty cheerleader... It's not like she was any special!

But Clapton still seemed to like her, of course, a guy like Clapton Davis would never be gay... And would never go out with a guy like you.

But Clapton still seemed to like her, of course, a guy like Clapton Davis would never be gay... And would never go out with a guy like you.

You look over your window, seeing Clapton. Besides childhood best friends, you two were also window neighbors.

You see him by the desk, looking down at his notebook as tried to learn something. He told you last week that Principal Verge scolded him about his terrible grades.

He looks so cute when he's distracted... You can't help but staring.

Clapton notice you're staring and looks up, a sly smirk appearing on his lips, what made you blush and look away. Your phone buzzed, it was him.

Staring, huh?

You feel your stomach flipping and your cheeks tingling... He certainly knew the effect he had on you.

Maybe

You answered smiling at the screen and taking a glare at the window, just to see Clapton sitting on his chair with a wide grin on his face as looked at his phone.

Ur gay as fuck

Shut up

Never

You chuckle a bit, biting your lower lip as rolled on the bed, lying on your stomach and kicking your feet.

I can see u all happy through ur window

Stalker

He chuckled at that and looked up at the window, just to see you smiling and looking at him too.

You look cute like this

That made your cheeks flush more and you shook your head.

Fuck you

I love ya too babe :3

I'll ignore you.

Nooooo!!!!

Shhhh!

You turned of your phone, burying your face on the pillow and giggling, kicking your feet hysterically.

You were sure Clapton was seeing but you didn't cared, he surely already knew how much effect his words have over you.

Your phone buzzes a few times and you grabs it, seeing a ton of messages from Clapton.

Hey Heyyyy Y/nnn Buddyyyyy Bud Budddd

As soon as they were read, Clapton started texting again.

Can u come over? Need help with English Please?

You absolutely can't resist him, you smile at the messages and soon answer.

Sure, i'll be here in less than a minute

You texted and turned off your phone, shoving it in your pocket and looking around your room for your snickers.

...

Thirty minutes of trying to teach something to Clapton, nothing. Everything you said just got into his hollow head by one ear and slipped out by the other.

Every time you tried to explain something he just talked about how pretty you looked while explaining and how soft your hair looked today... He always wanted to get a reaction out of you.

"Clapton, i'm serious." You mumbled, rolling your eyes and smirking a bit.

"I know, and you look beautiful when you're serious." He answered, chuckling and holding your chin.

You chuckled and bit your lower lip, drumming the pen against the desk anxiously...

Clapton's phone started ringing.

"Oh, it's Ione." He said, grabbing it and looking at the call identifier.

He quickly answer the call and you can hear Ione yelling through the line.

"What the fuck, Clapton? You were hanging out with Y/n yesterday? I thought you would go out with me!" She snapped angrily, she didn't supported the fact Clapton had friends besides her.

"Calm down, babe-" He said, rolling his eyes and huffing. You hated hearing him calling her that, you were the one supposed to be his "babe", not Ione.

"Calm down? You're a terrible boyfriend!" Ione yelled, hanging up on Clapton.

"Shit." He mumbled, closing his eyes and leaving the phone over the desk as pinched the bridge of his nose in annoyance.

"Why does it even matter? She's always like this..." You said, crossing your arms and sighing.

"She's still my girlfriend, Y/n." Clapton said, huffing and supporting his elbows on the desk. "I still get frustrated when she's upset at me."

Girlfriend, ouch... It's not like you didn't knew the truth, that they dated, but it still hurts hearing him calling Ione that.

You just sigh and tries to focus back on the lesson, but you both noticed how uncomfortable the silence felt now.

"You don't like Ione, do you?" He asked, leaning back against his chair and covering his face with his hands.

"Not even a bit." You mumbled as noted something down on Clapton's notebook.

"Yeah i know." He answered, sighing.

You wished Ione never had called, so Clapton would keep jokingly flirting with you, and you could have at least a bit of hope on you two.

...

After an hour, you go back to your house. You both managed to make things less strange between each other, but still wasn't the same as the start of the night.

As soon as you flop down on your bed, you receive a text from Clapton.

Sorry :(

You smiled a bit at the screen, quickly texting him back.

It's okay :,)

No it's not

Dw Clapton

Yes, i will

Go sleep you jerk

Not if you keep mad at me

I'm not mad at you

Yes you are! I know you, Y/n, goddammit!

Stop being paranoid and go to sleep

>:^

You smile at the message, turning your phone off and looking at the window. Clapton was sitting on the bed, his expressing looking exactly like the emoticon he just sent.

He texts you again.

Y/n I don't want things strange between us

Things aren't strange, Clappy :)

You saw a smile appearing his face as you used the nickname.

U promise?

Pinky promise.

Okay, i may trust you now.

You chuckled and rolled on the bed, lying on your side.

Goodnight

Goodnight pookie bear >:3

You cheeks tingled with a sly blush, you looked at his window again, just to watch him closing the curtains and turning off the lights.

After some minutes, you got up and did the same.

...

Next morning, you met Clapton at the bus stop and hugged him like every day.

"How did you slept?" You asked, your arms wrapped around his torso and your head lied on his shoulder.

"Great..." He said in a soft tone, rubbing your back with one hand and caressing your hair with another.

You smiled sweetly and hugged him for a few more minutes, mumbling some rhetorical questions to each other before pulling away.

"Is this the shirt i gave you last Christmas?" You asked, staring at Clapton's Oasis shirt.

"Yeah, you liked my fit?" He asked in a cocky tone as pulled the hem of his shirt down and tilted his head to the side.

"You look stunningly-" You said, chuckling and looking down at Clapton's clothes. He always looked stunningly, you thought.

The bus arrived after a few more minutes, and you two sat beside each other as always. Clapton always lets you sit by the window, he knew how much you liked to watch the streets during the way.

You loved watching the suburban landscape, yeah, but you loved watching Clapton even more. The way he always looked calm, and that little smile he always had stamped on his lips, the lips you wished kissing so much times...

He noticed when you stole glances at him, but he never said nothing, he thought it was better to let you think you were good at hiding it. And to be honest, he liked the way your eyes shined when you looked at him.

The day went by normally, during Arts class, Clapton started texting you.

Hey

What?

I wanna see you :(

I'm on arts now

I know, im on math

It sucks

Yeah... Can we hang out on the skate park after school?

I thought you would go to the arcade with Sander

Im not going anymore

Ur terrible

I know >:3

Meet ya in front of school at 3

Sup!

You turn off your phone an goes back to your painting, it ends up looking a bit too much like Clapton... You knew it wasn't a good idea memorizing his features.

At three you go out the school like all the other students. You Clapton leaned against Ione's car, talking to her.

You walks behind him and wraps your arms around his neck, messing his hair and kissing his cheek.

"Hey Clappy!" You said, smirking. Clapton chuckles and holds your arm.

"Hey..." He said, smiling.

Ione, by the other side, was frowning and giving you a death glare.

"Want a ride, Babe?" She asked, looking at Clapton.

He gets a bit uncomfortable and shifts in his place.

"I can't, i'm going to hang out with Y/n." He said, shrugging and scratching the back of his neck.

"Oh." Ione answered, frowning her nose. "Alright." She said, shrugging and looking away in anger.

Ione was nice, it's just... She was jealous, and she wasn't the type of girl for Clapton... Innit?

You two walk the half of the way in silence, and then Clapton smiles a bit and looks at you.

"Want a skateboard ride?" He asked, raising the skateboard that was under his shoulder.

"How you plan on giving me a "skateboard" ride?" You asked, chuckling.

He smirked and dropped the skateboard on the floor, lifting you up and positioning you over the skateboard.

"Like this-" He said, holding on your waist and putting his right foot over the board, using the other one to impulse the skateboard to move.

You blush a bit and chuckles, enjoying the feeling of Clapton close to you.

"Why do you always want to hang out, by the way?" You ask, looking forward as you both skateboard towards the park.

"I don't know." He mumbled, shrugging and supporting his chin on your shoulder. "I enjoy your company." He said, smiling a bit.

You smile sweetly, looking to the ground and then up again, thinking about you and Clapton. There was clearly more than just friendship there... There was something, a feeling that Clapton clearly didn't seemed to have with any girl.

You two had a bound... A thing. It was hard to understand, what you two were was complicated to identify.

Mates? Best Friends? Neighbors? Lovers?

All that you know, is that you liked it... You liked how Clapton made you feel, you liked how he touched and talked to you. You knew you were special to him, and you were special to him too...

Clapton nuzzled against your neck, sniffing on your scent. God, he loved how you smelled...

"Stop sniffing on me like a damn dog-" You mumbled, blushing and smiling.

"You smell so good..." He mumbled, rubbing his hands on your sides.

"Thanks." You mumbled, chuckling a bit and running one of your hands through your hair.

You two keep skateboarding for some time, until you arrived the park and Clapton wanted to show you some "radical" tricks.

He fell some times, what made you laugh of him – But also run to help him every time.

"Damn..." He gritted through his teeth as you cleaned the fresh scrape he made as tried to realize an Heelflip.

"You're unbelievable, Clapton." You said, blowing on the scrape softly.

He hissed in pain, holding on your wrist and squeezing it. "Ouch!" He said, sighing.

You chuckled a bit and leaned in, leaving a soft kiss on the wound. "It'll get better." You mumble, smiling at him.

He blushes a bit and chuckles, letting go of your wrist. Some drops of water falling from the sky.

"Let's go, It's pouring." You said getting up quickly and pulling Clapton up with you.

As you two run to find a cover, the rain gets worse and you two end up soaked. After some time you finally found a cover on the facade of an shop.

You lean against the wall, sighing as tried to recover from the run.

"Damn... Im soaked." You mumbled, and then looked at Clapton.

You blushes and looks away as he leans on the wall next to you, dropping the skateboard on the floor and looking at you.

"I guess we'll have to wait..." He mumbled, his arm softly touching yours as your thoughts slowly started to get back to normal.

You look down at your hands, the pinkies touching. You slowly interlace your hands, and Clapton doesn't fight it, quite the opposite, he squeezes your hand back.

"Clapton..." You called, looking down at your feet.

"Hm?" He asked.

"Why do you date Ione?" You ask, looking up at him.

"Well, because hm... Because i like her..." Clapton answered, shrugging and looking away.

"If you liked her you wouldn't had hesitated." You said, kicking the ground as your gaze moved back to the floor.

The silence fell between you two, not an uncomfortable or nice silence, just silence...

"You belong with me, Clapton." You mumbled, looking up at him again.

His eyes met yours, and as an kind of spell, he moves in and kisses your lips.

You kiss him back, without thinking twice. His hands slide down your waist, gripping it tightly as his tongue brushed against your lower lip, asking for entrance.

You part your lips, allowing your tongues to met. They move together in a desperate way, you two have been wanting this for so long.

Your hands grip on his shoulders as the kiss keeps getting deeper, suddenly, he breaks the kiss and pulls away.

"I can't- I- I can't like boys, i have a girlfriend." Clapton said as took a few steps back.

"Clapton, i-" You started, being cut by him running away.

You felt your heart clenching in your chest as you watch him disappearing on the streets... What the fuck did you just did.

...

Y/n? Please, answer me Please Are we still friends? Please stop ignoring me

You read between the sea of messages Clapton sent you. It's been two weeks since you two don't talk, he stoped texting you in the 5th day, but you re-read all his messages. You miss like you never felt someone before, it's kinda crazy.

Your mom knocks on your door. "Can i get in?" She asks, holding on the handle.

"Yeah..." You mumbled, lying back on the mattress.

She gets in, a concerned look on her face. She slowly sits down besides you on bed.

"What's the matter, dear?" She asks, fixing your hair to the side. "You're not going to the spring prom?" Your mother asks again, worriedly.

"I don't want to go..." You answered nonchalantly, your tone was low and defeated. Of course, you have been crying after school for the whole last week.

She holds your hands, looking in your eyes worriedly.

"What happen?" Mom insists.

"I... I really like this person..." You starts, gulping and taking a deep breath. "And, you know, they date... And we kissed, but they kissed me first!" You continues, licking your licks as tried to put your thoughts into words. "We are not talking since the day they kissed me, and... I really want to talk to them, but i am scared... And i'm sure i'll met them on the prom. What should i do?" You asked, seeming confused and desperate.

Your mother caresses your cheek, looking at you with a sympathetic look in her eyes...

"Oh baby... I think you should go..." She mumbles, pulling you into a hug.

You desperately hug her back and took some deep breathes. You couldn't live like this, you needed your best friend back.

...

Clapton was dancing a slow dance with Ione, what bothered him for two motives;

First: Clapton don't dance.

Second: It wasn't you the one dancing with him.

He tried to keep his focus on his girlfriend, on the fact they would probably be crowned king and queen of the prom in some moments, but...

The only thing he could think was you.

Your cute lopsided smile every time he playfully complimented you, the way your eyes shined when found his, the way your voice sounded when you were yapping about your day to you...

It was so hard to admit he liked another guy, but it was so hard to not fall in love with you.

"I need to get some air." Clapton said, pulling away from Ione and wiping the sweat from his face.

As he walked out of the auditory, he found you.

You were standing on the end of the stairs, wearing your dark blue suit, holding a lapel flower and looking at Clapton.

You opened your mouth and closed it again, you couldn't put your feelings into words right now.

Clapton ran downstairs and hugged you tightly, holding your cheek and looking at you.

"Can you put it on my suit for me?" You asked, raising the flower.

He smiled and chuckled, hugging you and lying his head in your shoulder for some seconds before pulling away and grabbing the lapel flower from your hands. He cautiously hooked it to your lapel.

"You look incredible... As always." He mumbled, holding on your sides and kissing your cheek.

"Will you conceive me a dance?" You mumbled, wrapping your arms around his neck.

He smirked and moved closer, kissing your lips softly. "Sure." He whispered, his breath tickling your skin.

You smiled, and you two started to move in the rhythm of the slow music that could be heard from the auditorium.

"You know..." He whispered, his hands squeezing on your waist softly. "I knew you would come."

[vodika-vibes]

And a follow-up to the last thing I posted. As a story! With no proof-reading, because now that it's typed it's no longer my problem.

And, I'm tagging @starrrgazingbunny

CC-2224 woke slowly, though he didn't want to. He had been having a wonderful dream. He was back in the GAR, and he was sitting with his brothers, and they were just having a good time.

He fought waking up. He didn't want to go back to being a Purge Trooper. He was so tired of fighting. Of killing.

But, despite his best efforts, he found himself more and more aware. And it definitely wasn't helped by the whispering coming from nearby.

He cracked open his eyes, grateful that the lights in the room he was in had been dimmed, and he rolled his head to the side.

"Look, he's awake!" A tiny wookie said through his translator.

"Shhhh! Rhawl. We're not supposed be be in here!" A teenage boy with white hair hissed frantically, "if buir finds out-"

"He'll ground you for disobeying? You're right." A deep, familiar, achingly familiar, voice came from the doorway, "You're all supposed to be in lessons now."

The man came into view, carefully maneuvering his body so that he was between him and the children. There was the sound of a wookie grumbling, "yes, even you. I know you love your lessons." There was the sound of light feet on steel, and then the door slid shut, and the man turned.

CC-2224 felt his breath catch in his throat. Long hair pulled into a neat bun at the back of his head, an ear clasp on his left ear, and a very unique tattoo curling around his neck.

The man carefully settled in a chair and watched him thoughtfully, "Are you back with me, vod?"

"Dusk-" and oh, was that his voice?

Dusk smiled, tension draining from his body, as he leaned forward, "Do you know who you are?"

"I'm...I'm CC-222...I..." He faltered and his eyes closed, memories flooding back, "I'm Cody. I am, was, Marshal Commander. I...God's. I killed General Kenobi! I-"

"Easy there, ori'vod." Dusk reached out and grabbed his hand, "Easy. It wasn't your fault. It was Palpatine's fault. All of it." He paused, taking a moment to consider Cody's state, before he continued, "We had chips in our heads, vod. It was designed to overwrite our feel will. I had yours removed."

Cody was still. Very still. "You're chip-?"

"Never triggered. Never did figure out why it didn't. But when the order went out, I snuck away from the Guards and into the Temple." Dusk grimaced, "I walked in on the Purge, vod. I was only able to save those three...and had to kill some vod'e to do so."

"They wouldn't blame you, Dus'ika." Cody said immediately, naturally falling into his ori'vod voice. "Hell, they'd probably thank you."

"Doesn't stop the nightmares," Dusk admitted, leaning back again, "anyway, we're on my ship, the Starsinger. I'm a Bounty Hunter now. The question, vod, is what do you want to do."

That...was a good question. What did he want to do?

"I want to shoot Vader in the face." Cody said hoarsly.

"Good start, but let's try something a little less likely to end in our untimely deaths." Dusk countered sarcastically.

"...I want to be a good ba'vodu to your kids. And maybe help the rest of our vod'e?" Cody offered after a moment of thought.

Dusk stared at him intensely, and Cody was suddenly reminded of the fact that Dusk was much more dangerous than he ever acted. "Two conditions,"

"Name them."

"One. If you even look at my ad'e wrong, ori'vod or no, I will kill you." His voice was tinged with promise, and Cody was so, so proud. "And two. Tell me where Fox is."

Cody stared at him. He knew, of course, that Dusk's loyalty had been to Fox first and then the rest of the vod'e, he was surprised to hear that it remained even after all this time.

And then he grinned. Something sharp and dangerous, "Fox is still on Coruscant. You have any armor that doesn't scream Purge Trooper?"

Dusk tilted his head slightly, "You want to help?"

"Fox is my brother too."

He nodded slowly, and then a grin full of dangerous promise crossed his face, "Once you're feeling up to moving, I'll show you my armory. For now, let me get my ad'e. They've been eager to meet you."

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#5

𝐦𝐢𝐝𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧'𝐭 𝐛𝐮𝐛𝐛𝐚'𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞

✰ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: daddy!Chris Evans x foster little!Reader

✰ 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: you hate midnight diaper changes.

✰ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: CG/L, ABDL, tik tok, Chris hating technology, fluff.

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Chris rolled over in his bed, looking at you through the bars of your crib that sat only a few feet away from his bed.

you were snuggled up under your weighted blanket and a comforter, your stuffy pressed to your cheek. your paci was in your mouth, and small breaths were escaping your nose as you snoozed.

Chris groaned as his bladder screamed at him, and he rose from the bed. he passed by you, and decided to check your diaper. it was rare that he changed you during the night, but it was also rare that you woke up during the night. the only time you had woken up during the night was your first night with him, when you had a panic attack after not recognizing your surroundings.

he pulled the blankets away from your lower half, and checked. he could feel how full it was, and he chewed on his lip, debating on waking you up for a change.

if he didn't, you'd more than likely get a rash, and you'd be cranky. if he did, you wouldn't be happy with him, but it would only last a few moments, and he could make a tik tok of it to add to his "Caregiving with Chris" series he had going on the app.

he decided to change you, but relieved himself first. once he washed his hands, he grabbed his phone, and opened the app. he clicked the camera button, and began to record. he recorded himself grabbing a new diaper, wipes, and cream, and then also recorded himself pulling back the blankets on his bed. he definitely wasn't walking out of the calm room just to go into your nursery.

he set his phone up and recorded himself lowering your crib bar, and lifting you out, rubbing you back as you squirmed, mad that he had woken you up.

"shhhh..."he whispered as you began to cry. "i'll be quick."

he laid you down on the bed, and maneuvered his phone to face him. he angled it so the only think actually recorded was him and your leg, which covered anything important.

he hit the record button, and changed your diaper, talking you through every step as you babbled angrily at him through your paci, and backed up your argument with kicking feet and your fists waving around, which were both caught on camera.

"that's a very good point." Chris cooed as he slid the clean diaper under your clean bum. you babbled even more, and Chris nodded in agreement. "absolutely right. how could i have forgot about that?" he asked, rubbing your belly slightly after pulling your sweats back up.

he grabbed his phone, and propped it up on the bedside table, letting it record him covering you in the blankets, your face out of frame. he tucked you in, and reached for his phone.

he recorded himself telling the Alexa to play rain sounds, before placing it back down, and recording himself laying his hand on your hip, and rocking you back and forth. he smiled as your eyes drifted shut, and the video reached the time limit, moving to the editing screen.

he kissed your forehead, and grabbed his phone. he cleaned everything up quickly, and hopped back into bed.

he began to add text.

to the part where he was grabbing things and setting the bed up, he added "join me on a midnight diaper change for my little". on the part where he grabbed you, he added "gotta grab the bubba", and when you started to cry, he added "she's not happy about this as you can tell."

when he began to change your diaper, he added the words "she's telling me what she's not liking," and "making some great points, if i do say so myself". when he laid you down in the crib, he added "back to her favourite spot", and "i hate this thing" when he was talking to the Alexa. lastly, he added "sweet girl was out in less than a minute".

he hit 'next', and typed out a caption that said "midnight diaper changes aren't bubba's favourite", before hitting post, and shutting his phone off, falling asleep quick.

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#4

the feminine urge to scream Burn, Butcher, Burn at the top of my lungs despite not being left on the top of a mountain top by a self centred, white haired, monster hunter and then forced to basically slide all the way back down to Caingorn.

486 notes - Posted January 6, 2022

#3

𝐰𝐞𝐝𝐝 𝐲 𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐞

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✰ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: CG/L, swearing, swords, fluff.

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Geralt sat bolt upright from where he was laying on his bedroll. he could hear a whimpering and crying just beyond the bushes that separated him, Jaskier and Roach from the rest of the forest. he strained his ears, and he heard it again.

his medallion began to hum against his neck as the whimpers and cries continued. he stood to his feet, and slowly began to walk away from his companions, and moved around the bushes, grabbing his silver sword from his detachable holster.

he followed the sounds deeper into the forest, and he pressed his back against a large tree when he caught the sight of two people on the ground, one on top of the other. he was about to walk away and leave them in peace, when he heard one of the bodies speak.

"you useless bitch!" he heard a mans voice growl. Geralt paused and listened, and that's when he heard the whimper again, but this time it was accompanied with struggling breaths, and the sound of a hand squeezing around a throat.

his own hand squeezed around the hilt of his sword, and he moved soundlessly around the tree, trying to get a better view of what was happening.

he heard feet kicking against the wet leaves, and more struggling breaths.

"good for nothing, hopeless brat," he heard the man grunt, his muscles straining harder. he heard the man grunt once more, but this time it was different.

it wasn't from straining of muscles and effort, it was from pain.

he heard the other person take deep, gulping breaths, and begin to cry. he noted the higher pitched sounds of the sobs, and Geralt's teeth ground together, realizing it was a younger person, much younger than their attacker.

"n-no!" he heard the voice whimper, and that's when he stepped in. he rounded the tree fully, and took in the sight before him.

you were slowly backing away from an older man. his muscles, while hulking, were no match for Geralt's. his greasy hair fell just below his chin, the sideburns of his receding hairline blending in with his equally greasy beard. his black beady eyes were squinted, and rimmed with tears as he gazed upon you, his body crouched low due to the kick you'd aimed at his nether regions in an attempt to save yourself from succumbing to strangulation.

"can't do nothing right, can you, you stupid little-"

"get away from her." Geralt growled, his sword swishing and glinting in the moonlight that was seeping through the trees.

"and who the fuck are you?" the man shouted, spit flying from his mouth. Geralt broke eye contact with the beady eyed man in favour of glancing at you. he jerked his head behind him, and you obeyed him without a second thought, moving to stand beside him.

"Geralt of Rivia." Geralt said. "and who might you be?"

"ahhh," the man moaned, standing to his full height. Geralt could now see the mans full body, more importantly the huge pot belly that hung over the top of his waistband so much so that Geralt was amazed that the man didn't simply keel over. "the Butcher of Blaviken, from the bard's songs."

"i much prefer Geralt," Geralt responded, maneuvering his sword so the man could see every single inch of his sword. "and i don't take kindly to stinking, malodorous old men hurting the innocent." he growled, holding the point of the sword to the mans neck, and pushing it in slightly, not enough to break skin.

"i suggest you be on your way, and speak not of this. if you do, if you so much as a touch a single hair on her head ever again, i will hang you in the square and you'll learn the truth behind why exactly i'm called 'the Butcher of Blaviken.'" Geralt spat, and the man appeared to shrink in his boots, before nodding feverently, and taking off in a sprint in the opposite direction.

Geralt released a puff of air from his nose, and turned around, leaning his sword against a tree. his eyes roamed over your shaking form, and he could feel his heart squeeze as he saw you standing in front of him in nothing but a flimsy nightgown, shaking like a leaf in the cool winter air. "are you okay, little snowflake?" he asked, naming you after how you trembled.

you nodded, shifting your weight from foot to foot. "t-thank you-u." you stuttered, your voice straining. Geralt forced a soft smile, the kind usually only reserved for Jaskier, his dearest friend in the world.

"do you have anywhere to go?" he asked. "anyone to care for you?" he said, seeing you chew on your lip, not make eye contact, and wring your hands together. he'd come across many littles in his time, so much so that he could practically smell it, especially on the younger ones, like you.

you shook your head, a tear dripping down your cheek. "t-that was my stepfather. he's b-been caring for me ever since my mother passed."

"your father?"

"he left b-before i was born." you whispered and Geralt nodded, holding out a hand to you.

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612 notes - Posted January 22, 2022

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𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭-𝐩𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐝

✰ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: chris evans x gn!fiancee!reader

✰ 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: you and chris make a big decision

✰ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: angst, mentions of little space and age regression (reader age regresses briefly, but fights against it), slight stimming (rocking), slight self abuse (reader hits themselves in the thigh). i tried to keep it as gender neutral as possible

✰ 𝐚/𝐧: this is just me expressing my feelings over whats happened in the last 24 hours of my life. i might take a break after posting this, i need some time to process whats happened. this also includes real life messages between me and my partner im sorry

to who ever reads this: don't bother asking for a part two, you won't get it. i am the owner of this fic, and this blog, and I, and only I, will decided what fic gets a part two and when. respect me and my wishes or get off my blog. thanks!

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it was the third night in a row of no Chris.

you understood that he was busy filming, but you found it a tad ridiculous that he had to go out for drinks after, especially when you were trying to plan a wedding.

you were especially ticked that he didn't even tell you. all you wanted was for Chris to be home, and seem like he actually cared, and wanted to get married.

you stayed up to midnight tonight, but you gave up, heading to bed for the night. your eyes locked on your engagement ring as you laid in bed, the house quiet, save for Dodgers snoring behind you.

you felt the tears prick your eyes, and you blink feverishly to get them to go away. you knew it was your ridiculous, but you were still feeling a little disappointed that he'd rather be out for drinks, then at home with you.

your eyes closed, and you drifted off to sleep, alone once again.

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684 notes - Posted March 14, 2022

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𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐮

✰ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Chris Evans x foster!little!Reader

✰ 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: when Chris falls down a rabbit hole one the internet about age regression and caregiving, he decides he wants to be a caregiver. he signs up to be a foster caregiver through a charity called 'The Big and Little Society of Massachusetts'. he went through the required steps and completed all the training, and just received news that he would be fostering his first ever little. his whole life was about to change, and he couldn't wait.

✰ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: age regression, ddlg, abdl, ADHD (based off my experience so please keep that in mind), slight angst with lots of comfort, crying, mentions of hospital and hints to past abuse but its literally just a mention, mentions of eating.

✰ 𝐚/𝐧: this is the first chapter of my au that i've said i was going to start months ago and never did, and is also my entry for @dadplease 's 5k Stuffie Writing Contest!! congrats on 5k Eun!! tagging @natashasera as usual, and some others that i think would enjoy this!! @uhmellamoanna @amazingarfield @thewritingbabe <3

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Chris was pacing back and forth in his living room, trying to focus his mind. he kept trying to tell himself that everything was going to be fine, and that he had nothing to worry about.

in reality, he had everything to worry about.

a few months ago, Chris was on TikTok before bed, and had come across a video of a man making a video about how he calms his little down when they're having a tantrum. Chris was going to just scroll past it, but something about the video captivated him, and he ended up binging his videos until 3 am. he watched the man, who's name was Luke, talk about what age regression and caregiving was, why it was beneficial, and breaking the stigma around it. Luke also had videos of him and his little day to day and doing activities such as going to the park, going grocery shopping, and getting ready for bed.

the next few days consisted of Chris doing all the research he could about age regression and caregiving, and that's when he came across The Big and Little Society of Massachusetts. it was a small agency based in Boston that focused on breaking the stigma around age regression and ensuring that age regressors were with quality caregivers, and helping those who weren't. what intrigued Chris was that this agency had a foster program for age regressors who had recently left a bad relationship, as well as an anonymous tip line to use if someone was concerned about an age regressor or their caregiver.

Chris had just got off the phone with his accountant, planning to make a donation to the agency, when he decided to click on the 'Foster A Little!' application. he read through the application briefly, and decided to apply.

he completed the application, and a few days later he was contacted by one of the social workers. his application had been accepted, and he was moved to the next phase.

he went to all the trainings, interviews and meetings. he enlisted Scott and his mom to help him clean his house for the inspection, and two months after his initial application, he was an official Foster Caregiver. all he was waiting for was the call.

the call that he got yesterday while on set. they'd called and informed him that there was a young adult female little in need of a foster caregiver immediately, and Chris immediately accepted. they told him that as soon as she was discharged from the hospital, her social worker would bring her over, something that slightly worried Chris. they'd emailed him her file, and he had practically memorized it at this point, especially her little age.

he'd spent the entire morning shopping. he had bought a crib, bibs, and a TON of toys. he didn't know exactly what she would need until she got to his house and he got to know her, but it couldn't hurt to be prepared.

Chris picked up the lion stuffie that he had bought at the store, smiling to himself. he'd gotten all he needed in the toy aisle, and was walking passed the stuffed animals, when the lion caught his eye. he contemplated leaving it and letting her pick one out for herself, but something in his gut told him to buy it, so he did.

Chris glanced at the clock one more time and gulped nervously when it said 5:58. the social worker had called him around lunch time and told him that his new foster little had been cleared to go home, and they'd be discharged soon. they'd be picking up her prescriptions, and then heading over to his house. ever since the call had come, he'd been running around like a madman, making sure his house was in order.

his head shot up when he heard tire against gravel, and he placed the stuffed animal on the table. he called Dodger over to him, and placed him in his crate. Chris knew the puppy would get overexcited by the little, and based on the little information he had been given, Dodger would scare the crap out of her, and she'd been through enough.

he heard a car door close, and two people walk up to his house. he took a deep breath, trying to calm his nerves, as the doorbell rang.

he gulped once more, before opening the door. the second the door opened to reveal you, his heart broke at how sad and utterly exhausted you looked. the whites of your eyes were red and watery, and your eyelids were fighting to stay open. you were shaking in the cold night air, your leggings and thin sweater barely keeping you warm.

"hi," Chris said warmly, and the social worker, Kayla, smiled back at him, before grasping your hand.

"this is Chris," Kayla said softly. "you're going to stay with him for a while, okay?"

you nodded so small that Chris almost missed it, and Chris could see your chin wobbling under your baby pink paci in your mouth. Chris moved to the side, and let you and Kayla in. he saw the black duffel bag on the ground, and grabbed it.

"I'm going to have to go now, but everything is going to be fine. you're going to be safe here, I promise." Kayla said rubbing your arm. "if you need anything, you can call me, okay?" she said, and you nodded again. she smiled at you, and squeezed your arm gently before turning towards Chris and handing him a white paper bag.

"here's her medication," she said. "she had her nighttime meds at the hospital as the discharge took a little longer than expected, so she'll probably need to sleep soon." Chris nodded.

"okay. does she take any in the morning?"

Kayla nodded. "yes. she takes 50mg of Vyvanse, and it must be taken before 10am, and must be taken after she's eaten. the other two prescriptions can be taken with it, but isn't necessary, its just anti anxiety meds and pain management." she said, and Chris nodded, reading over the medication names briefly.

"awesome, thank you. has she eaten?" he asked, and Kayla glanced at you.

"i got her a happy meal, but she didn't eat the whole thing, so i put it in this bag incase she wants the rest of her nuggets tomorrow," she said, handing Chris a plastic bag. "she probably wont eat anymore tonight, but will most likely be very hungry tomorrow."

"okay. anything else i should know?"

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698 notes - Posted April 29, 2022

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💜Passing Notes - Agatha Harkness x fem!Reader (she/they pronouns)💜 Modern High school teacher Au

Ch 1 💜Chapter 9 💜Ch 10

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Summary: y/n had no intention of becoming a Westview resident again, but here they are, moving into their parents' old home and taking a job as an English teacher at their old high school. While these sudden changes hadn't been part of y/n's life plan, what they really didn't expect was to come face to face with the former graduate that her Musical performances had always been compared to during high school, Agatha Harkness. They also didn't expect this older woman to take such an interest in her, despite y/n distant demeanor. (Two former Westview leading ladies turned high school teachers develop an interesting relationship over their first school year together)

Life update: hey loves! I’ve started school up again, so posting will be slow. I promise I’m working on requests and other fics, but it will all just be a little slower as actual academics really pick up 💜

Warnings: Panic attack

Word count: 3,101

A/N: Hello loves!💜I really wanted to include more in this chapter, but after checking my word count, it was getting long. So, I'm splitting it up with chapter 10, so don't worry, there's plenty of soft Agatha to go around. The response for the last chapter was more amazing than I could have ever imagined and I'm so grateful to all my readers. I've said it before, but Passing Notes is by far my favorite fic to write and seeing that you guys like it so much just makes me want to give you more. I can't wait to see what you all think of the next arch! As always, feel free to leave questions or comments in my comments or ask box, and happy reading! 💜

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You knew people could hear you. Other teachers could hear you, and your students could hear you. Darcy tried her best to suppress the sound, and you would be grateful for her efforts later. Now, however, you acknowledged none of it. You choked on your tears as your voice grew horse from the pain you were in. Not literal pain, but emotional.

Darcy held onto you through all of it. She held your head, running her hands over your hair as the tears continued to fall. She murmured encouraging words, trying to get some kind of comfort through to you as she reminded you to breathe. She followed you to the halfway floor as your knees gave out, all your energy drained in what felt like a matter of seconds. She let you grip her jacket unbearably tight till your knuckles turned white and she didn’t mind the way her shirt became sopping wet with your tears.

It felt like the two of you sat on that floor for hours, when it had only been minutes in actuality. You managed to calm down enough to hear what Darcy had been whispering as she held you, rocking from side to side on that tile floor.

“Shhhh, it’s alright. It’s ok. You’re safe. I promise you're safe,” her voice was strained as she held back tears of her own. She held you almost as tightly as you held onto her. Realizing this relaxed you some, though you still trembled in her arms as tears continued to spill from your eyes. You squeezed them shut, burying your face in Darcy’s hair in an attempt to make the stinging feeling stop.

You didn’t acknowledge the door that opened into the hall or the footsteps that followed shortly after. You felt Darcy turn her head, but you didn’t bother to look up. You were too tired, too drained from everything. You just wanted to be left alone to bury your face in your best friend’s hair and forget this whole nightmare.

“What happened? Are you alright?” Harkness. Fuck, why did it have to be Harkness, of all people, at a time like this?

“Panic attack,” Darcy whispered back. There was a long, draining pause.

“What can I do?” another pause. You felt Darcy’s fingers begin to move through your hair in another attempt to soothe your rapid breath.

“They can’t finish the day, not like this,” Darcy’s voice was low, like she was trying to keep you from hearing what they had planned. “But I can’t go, and I don’t want to leave her alone…”

“I’ll take her home,” Harkness assured The science teacher. “I have my plan bell anyways, and I can email Hayward and explain everything. You felt Darcy tense around you as she hesitated.

“Alright, but I’ll come over as soon as I can,” you felt her rummaging around for her phone and checked the time. “Take her to the office. I’ll grab her things and yours when the kids leave,” Darcy started to stand up, pulling you to your feet with her. Reluctantly, you remove yourself from your best friend’s clutches. Everything was fuzzy as you opened your puffy, tear-ridden eyes, and you didn’t pay attention to Harkness as she stood beside you. Darcy took your face between her hands and made sure she had your attention before she explained.

“y/n, hey. Harkness is going to take you home. I’ll explain everything to Hayward and bring your car over as soon as I can,” she rubbed her thumbs over your cheekbones. Her gaze was wet and pleading like she felt everything you were feeling. Your lip began to tremble again as you nodded. “I’m staying with you tonight, ok? I don’t want you to be alone,”

“I’ll be ok,” you croaked, but your best friend shook her head.

“No. No, I’m not leaving you alone like this,” her tone lacked all the familiar, fun Darcy that you knew every day. Instead, she was serious and scared, scared for you. You sniffed and nodded as more tears began to fall. Darcy pulled you into her arms again, rubbing your back as she quickly kissed your forehead. “I’ll be there as soon as I can, I promise,” with that, she let you go and you felt a new touch on your shoulder.

Turning, you were met with Agatha. You searched her expression for something like concern or worry, but she seemed completely calm at the moment. She wrapped her arm around your shoulder with a somber smile.

“Let’s get you home, shall we?” she murmured, pulling you close as she led you towards the office.

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“Ok, I’ve got your car keys and you have your laptop, phone, bag. Is anything missing?” Darcy asked as she leaned in through Agatha’s open passenger window. You shook your head no, leaning back on the headrest with tired eyes. Darcy pressed her lips in a fine line and tried her best to smile. She nodded and moved away like she was going to leave, only to come back and reach for your hand through the window.

“Darcy. I’m fine,” you murmured, squeezing her hand with a soft smile of your own. Darcy nodded, glancing away from you before she let out a watery laugh.

“Yeah, I know you are. God, you’re tough,” she mumbled, bringing your hand up to kiss your knuckles. She wrapped her other hand around yours, leaving you trapped in her grip with your arm hanging out the window. “I’ll be at your place as soon as I can, I prom-”

“You promise. I know,” you repeated with an eye roll. Darcy scoffed and playfully shoved your hand away from her, making you laugh as you brought it back into the car.

“Don’t go all emo on me, Superstar,”

“Fortunately for you, you missed my emo phase,” you said back with a tired grin. Darcy laughed and made like she was going to use a witty comeback, only to get distracted. She turned away from you slightly, her left hand letting go of yours to wave as she leaned on the car door. You watched through the window as Agatha left the school building. You bit your lip and squeezed your fingers around Darcy’s hand. She glanced back at you and offered a smile, with an additional squeeze of reassurance.

“Alright, you got everything?” Darcy asked the history teacher. Her voice had returned to its normal, nonchalant attitude. How she did that after being so soft with you was strange. You didn’t know how her demeanor could shift so quickly, yet somehow, you were kind of grateful for her versatility.

“I’m all set. The office is aware of what’s going on and a message should be relayed to Hayward by the end of the period,” Harkness said in response as her car keys jingled in her hand.

“Cool beans,” Darcy said, though her tone seemed to linger for a bit. She still hadn’t let go of your hand and it seemed like she was reluctant to leave the two of you alone. “Hey, why don’t I bring dinner with me,” the science teacher suggested as her grin returned once more.

“That sounds lovely,” Agatha said with a bright smile as Darcy nodded.

“Yeah, I can pick up some takeout from that little Chinese place just outside town. What do you think, y/n?” your friend asked, turning back to you in the car. You blinked, gaze darting between her and Agatha as you forced a small smile.

“That would be nice. Thanks, Darcy,” you murmured.

“Great. I’ll let you know when I'm ready to leave here. You two can look over the menu and text me what you want,” Darcy said with a grin as Agatha nodded. She looked between the two of you, satisfied with the plan before letting go of your hand. “I’ll see you soon,” she said finally as Agatha walked around to the driver's seat of the car.

The history teacher opened the door and peeked inside as you turned her way. She smiled softly and you couldn’t help notice the warm look in her blue eyes. You swallowed thickly, fidgeting with your fingers as you looked away from her. She didn’t seem to mind as she slid into the driver's seat.

“Are you feeling alright?” Agatha asked once she was settled and buckled into her seat. You nodded but didn’t say a word. She gave you a warm smile and turned on the ignition, bringing the car to life. She adjusted her mirror as she readied to pull out, her hands tightly gripping the wheel. You turned to watch out the window as your best friend stepped backward and up on the curb, crossing her arms over her chest as she watched the car pull away. You offered Darcy a little wave from your side of the widow, which she returned with a slightly worried smile of her own.

Agatha backed out of her parking space, letting her right arm lean against the back of her seat as she turned around to look behind her. You side-eyed her unsubtly, your thumbnail poking between your teeth as you fidgeted. She turned herself around again once she was out and drove out of the school parking lot. You turned to look out your window, only to watch Darcy walk back into the building. You stayed quiet for some time, not sure if or what you should say. You bit your lip as the silence became too much.

“Did Darcy give you my address?” you blurted out as you gripped at the fabric of your pants in an attempt to ground yourself. Agatha turned to you with that same smile and nodded.

“Yes, Darcy did tell me,” she nodded. She didn’t seem to mind your anxious demeanor, and rather than acknowledge it at all, she acted as though everything about this situation was normal. When you realized, you couldn’t help appreciating it. “In fact, we happen to live on the same street,” she added with a grin. Your brows raised in surprise as you turned more towards her slightly.

“I don’t think I was aware of that,” you murmured. The history teacher shrugged with a sigh.

“I wasn’t either till Darcy brought it up,” she chuckled, the car pulling to a stop at a red light. “Mind if I turn on some music?” she asked, reaching forward to turn on her Bluetooth. You shook your head and she smiled. With a quick click of a button on the dashboard and a few adjustments, music started to fill the car as the light changed and the car began to move again. It took you a few seconds to recognize the band, but when you did, you smiled ever so slightly.

“I never would have taken you for a Teagan and Sarah fan,” you commented. Agatha glanced at you as she took a left turn and her smile seemed to grow.

“What did you think I listen to?” she joked. You laughed slightly and shrugged.

“I dunno, classical?” Agatha snorted and you began to smile more, your nose wrinkling ever so slightly. “I never really thought of it before, ok?” you scoffed, rolling your eyes.

“I’ve been listening to them since college,” Agatha said “There one of my favorites, along with the Breeders, Pixies,” she went on listing her favorite music and you happily listened. It was a nice distraction from your anxieties and it made the ride home fly by. Before you knew it, Agatha had pulled into your driveway.

Checking the clock, you noted that it was about 3 o’clock now. Darcy would be leaving school in about two and a half hours, and it would take maybe 20 minutes to get dinner, leaving you alone with Agatha in your home for something like three hours. You took a deep breath as that anxious feeling threatened to fill your belly again. You left the car and quickly walked up to your driveway and the path leading to your door with Agatha close behind. Your keys jingled as you dug them out of your bag and fiddled with them to get the door unlocked.

“Your garden is lovely, by the way,” Agatha commented. You glanced behind you, only to notice just how close she was. You quickly turned away as your cheeks warmed, only to mentally scold yourself. Why would you be getting hot and bothered by her being close to you? Maybe because of the bathroom incident- You abruptly pushed those thoughts out of your mind as the front door practically flung open from your grip as you rushed inside.

“Oh! Thank you, but the garden’s my father’s,” you called as you hurriedly threw off your shoes by the door, before rushing into the kitchen. You dropped your laptop bag and keys on the dining room table as you passed with an echoing thump against the wood. “Make yourself comfortable. Do you want anything to drink? I can also bring out snacks,” you called into the sitting room as you opened up the fridge. You had a few sodas that your dad had left behind alongside some juice and water.

You bit your lip and huffed out a rather frustrated breath. You hadn’t expected any kind of company (besides Darcy) so the house was far messier than you’d like and you hadn’t properly gotten groceries since sometime last week. You drummed your fingertips rhythmically against the handle of the fridge before you walked across the kitchen to your cupboards. The fridge remained open, despite your departure.

With further inspection of your kitchen, you found more tea in addition to a variety of nuts and dried fruit. You also happened to be hiding a pack of cookie dough in the fridge, so you could cook those quickly. You began to scamper around the room, starting the electric kettle as you pulled out mugs and turned quickly on your heels to preheat the oven. Without paying any attention, you crashed into a soft form in front of you with a huff.

“y/n, dear, what on earth are you doing?” Agatha asked, her tongue dipped in laughter and confusion. She stopped your frantic movement around the kitchen by grasping your upper biceps and blocking you from moving around. You scrunched up your nose and brow with a scowl.

“Do you use those names with everyone, or just me?” you asked. The question seemed to surprise the history teacher as she loosened her grip, allowing you to move away from her. Sliding past, you began to mess with the oven as the kettle began to bubble.

“I think I use them with everybody,” she mumbled more to herself than you. With a quick breath, Agatha shook herself from her daze and turned you around again, her brow knitted with concern rather than its usual amusement. “But what’s going on, y/n? I understand that you’re probably still upset from before, but why are you running around here?” she gestured to the kitchen around you. You glanced away, distracting yourself with the kettle as the water finished boiling.

“You’re my guest, so I’m providing drinks and food-” you started only for Agatha to laugh. You refrained from turning around, your feet were frozen to the kitchen tile as she stifled her sudden laughter by slapping a hand over her mouth.

“I-I’m sorry. Really, I am,” she murmured as she composed herself. “But you don’t need to do any of that. I brought you home so you could relax, not to add more stress to you,” she looked at you with wonder in her eyes, like you hosting her was silly and completely out of the question. You bit your bottom lip as you felt hot embarrassment flood your complexion. You squeezed your eyes shut before covering your face with your hands.

You felt Agatha come up behind you, her hands gently resting on your soldiers as she turned you around. You shook your head, expecting her to try and look at your face, but she didn’t. She let you keep your face covered as you began to softly cry once more. You felt her wrap her arms around your form, gently nudging your head so that you rested your cheek on her shoulder.

She cupped the back of your head, her fingers lazily running through your hair to keep it out of your face as her other arm draped around the small of your back. She held you, swaying as Darcy had in the school hall, murmuring words of comfort till you calmed down enough to step away from her. You wiped your tears away once again, sniffing through your stuffy nose as your fingertips traced under your eyes, smearing any new tears that may fall.

“Shit, this is embarrassing,” you forced a dry laugh, trying to ease the tension that boiled in your belly. Agatha’s grip moved to your upper arms again, nudging your hands away from your face so she could see you. You let her do it, despite how much you hated the situation you were in. God, why did she have to be so nice?

“y/n, I don’t intend to act like I know what you’re going through, or have been through, but you can tell me if you ever want me to know. And if you don’t, that’s fine too,” she murmured, touching loose wefts of hair behind your ear as she met your teary gaze once more. “But I’m here for you,” she finished. You stared at her, unsure of what she wanted you to say. She settled on a hesitant nod, which seemed to be enough. She smiled with a little sigh, before fully smiling.

“Alright, how about we do this. You go upstairs and take a bath or shower, just to wash off the crap of today,” she said, wrinkling her nose as she smiled. “And I’ll finish whatever you’ve started here. That sound good?” you looked her up and down, kind of mesmerized that someone like her, who came across as sarcastic, firm, and above it all, was so gentle with you at this moment. She smiled at you, patting your cheek as she got started reorganizing your kitchen. You stood, watching her with a puzzled expression before she turned back.

“Well, go on. I’ll be alright here, love,” she murmured. She blinked out of your daze and forced a nod with trembling lips.

“O-ok. but let me know if you need anything,”

“I will, dear. Now, go feel better,” she smiled back before turning to your mess once more.