#ill be back soon once im settled..

[karamazovanon]

rip rodya you would've loved american psycho

[batz]

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[osaemu]

GOJO SATORU: ❛❛ FINDERS KEEPERS, LOSERS WEEPERS! ❜❜

.ೃ࿐ streamer!au: the user "gojoslittleslut" tries to make a move on your boyfriend, but she doesn't stand a chance

contents: fem!reader. it's not too serious, nobody gets angry/jealous (except the comments lol). if u haven't already read the other streamer!gojo works u probably should so u understand the dynamic between satoru and his commenters !

author's note: reader is actually a mature person who doesn't pick fights with random ppl on the internet and i think we should all be more like her ꨄ︎

satoru leans back in his chair, idly chatting with people who pop up in his comments after he finishes his last round of the co-op game. his viewers are eager to chat, and some even shoot money satoru's way to draw his attention. whenever someone donates money, he gives them a quick shoutout and has a small back-and-forth with them, and he does that for everyone.

that is, until a user with a questionable username donates to his stream.

gojoslittleslut has donated $100.00!

gojoslittleslut: notice me pls

"shit, a hundred dollars?" satoru says, raising his eyebrows in mild surprise. "thanks, gojoslittl��� oh, fuck, what is that?"

you look up from your laptop and see the way your boyfriend's cheeks have gone bright red. satoru laughs a bit nervously, so you get up and walk over, making sure to stay out of sight of the camera. you sit on satoru's desk beside his computer and peer at his screen curiously.

gojoslittleslut: im ur number one fan~

satoru's eyes flicker to yours for a second before he looks back at his monitor. "ah, well, thanks for the donation!" he replies, completely ignoring the user's advances.

suguru-geto: he has a gf ...

gojoslittleslut: yeah

gojoslittleslut: me

you cover your mouth to suppress a giggle, scrunching up your nose at satoru to let him know that you really weren't taking it too seriously. after all, it's just some random person on the internet—they don't stand a chance with your boyfriend. 

satoru reaches over and takes your hand, twining his fingers with yours off-camera. he ignores the sudden burst of comments that litter the corner of his screen, instead watching you intently. in response, you roll your eyes playfully and blow him a kiss, snickering when satoru pretends to faint.

eventually, he turns back to his screen, cerulean eyes doing a quick once-over of his new comments.

toji-fushiguro: ill take his gf any day

inumaki: we know gtfo

gojoslittleslut: toji i get gojo and u take his girl. deal?

toji-fushiguro: bet

"alright guys, settle down," satoru huffs, rolling his eyes. "for the record, i still have a girlfriend and i don't plan on changing that anytime soon," he clarifies, addressing the current feud going on in his comments. 

satoru's a good streamer—he does his best to keep things cordial and lighthearted with his audience, but he also knows his limits. one of his limits involves people trying to separate you and him, his one true pairing (of course satoru's otp is his own relationship).

your boyfriend leans closer to the screen and scowls good-naturedly, holding up the hand still wrapped around yours. "this isn't gonna change, so don't even think about it!"

satoru says his goodbyes and then ends the stream, turning to you with a sigh. "how down bad do you have to be to name yourself 'gojo's little slut?'" he grumbles, clicking through his stream analytics and finding the user. he opens gojoslittleslut's profile and studies it for a moment before hovering his mouse over the block button.

he leans back in his chair and tilting his chin up at you. "she just gave me a hundred dollars, so i kinda feel bad about blocking her," satoru muses, tapping his foot on the floor. he looks up at where you still sit on his desk, twirling a strand of hair around your finger. "c'mere," he mumbles, slipping his hands around your waist and hoisting you into his lap with a soft grunt.

satoru rests his chin on your shoulder and nudges his face into your neck, breath tickling your skin. "you know that i'm all yours, right?"

"of course i do," you murmur, settling into his arms. he's warm and comfortable, like always. satoru smiles warmly and kisses the side of your face, letting his lips linger.

"good. 'cause no fan account's ever gonna change that."

[likeumeanit9497]

the re-do, pt. 2 | m.s. |

matt sturniolo x fem!reader

summary: one more time won't hurt anyone...right?

warnings: SMUT!!!; established friendship; unprotected p in v; fingering; dirty talk; choking; hair pulling; slapping; sneaking around; 18+

notes: here it isssss. in honour of almost hitting 1000 followers (WHAT?!?!?!), i wanted to release a part 2 to my most loved fic!! im currently posting this less than 24 hours before i leave for my trip to europe (yay!!), but unfortunately it'll be the last one i'll be posting for a while. saying that, i'll be back home august 1st and knowing me ill want to get right back into writing, so pls feel free to continue to drop requests over the next few weeks (as long as ur okay with waiting for a while!!!). thanks so much for all the love ya'll, ur the ones who make this whole thing so much fun!!

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Walking up to the triplets’ front door, I didn’t knock before turning the knob and entering the warm, familiar home. Nick, Matt, and Chris were finally home in Boston for a few weeks, and I was so excited to see them for the first time in months. They had just landed this afternoon, and although I told them I could give them some time to settle in, I couldn’t stop myself from driving over to theirs as soon as Nick sent me a photo of Trevor; proof that they were home and settled in enough.

“There she is!” Mary-Lou’s cheerful voice greeted me once I walked up the steps and into the kitchen. I didn’t have a chance to say hello before her arms were wrapped tightly around my frame; embracing me in a comforting hug. “How are you sweetheart?” She asked once she released me from her grip. I smiled. “I’m good! I’ve missed you all though.” I replied as she rubbed her hands up and down my arms affectionately. “I’ve missed you too! You hungry? I’m just finishing up some Shepard’s pie.” She walked back over to the oven, opening it slightly to check on its contents. “You know I could never turn down your Shepard’s pie.” I laughed.

“Where are the guys?” I asked, peering at the closed kitchen door. “Oh, they’re in the living room. I had to lock them out of here, they were driving me nuts!” She chuckled, pulling the casserole out of the oven. “You go ahead.” She urged, gesturing to the closed door. Sending her a warm smile, I opened the door and my eyes immediately fell on my three best friends sitting together on the couch in the living room.

“Y/n!” Shouted Nick, throwing his hands up in the air from his place on the couch. Matt and Chris both simultaneously peeled their eyes away from the screen and looked in my direction; their faces lighting up in smiles immediately before they all stood up to greet me. I hurried over to them and went in to hug Nick first, Chris next, then finally Matt.

I hadn’t seen Matt since the last time I visited them in Los Angeles, which also happened to be the time when him and I had fucked after filming their rated r Youtube video. Just like the time we had lost our virginities to each other, we hadn’t let the sex interfere with our friendship at all, and things hadn’t really changed in any way. Obviously, thanks to Matt’s failure at muting the Discord server, Chris and Nick were much too aware of exactly what had happened that night. But besides the painfully awkward morning after when I walked out of Matt’s room to find them eating breakfast — both avoiding eye contact with me entirely — things were fine with them as well. Once we spoke to Nick and Chris about it, we had convinced them both — as well as ourselves — that what had happened that night was simply a fleeting moment of nostalgia brought on by talking about our first time together.

But I would be lying if I said that as soon as I felt Matt’s hands on me I didn’t feel a shiver down my spine; or that when he whispered a breathy “I miss you” in my ear, I didn’t want to tear all of his clothes off right then and there. The sex we had that night, although spontaneous and probably wrong, was the best sex I had ever had. Once I left Los Angeles and made it back to Boston, I had fucked a handful of other guys — just trying to come even slightly close to feeling the way I had that night — only to be left feeling more and more disappointed. Matt and I knew each other far too well, and in some way it was like our bodies were tied to the other — first by losing our virginities to one another but then furthered by the crazy sex we had years later. I had accepted the fact that sex just wasn’t ever gonna be like that again, but now feeling him pressing against me, all of that acceptance just immediately vanished.

“How’s mom doing on dinner?” Chris asked, startling me out of my trance and walking in the direction of the kitchen door as I pulled away from Matt. “I think it’s almost done. But I was told you were banished from the kitchen, so stay away please.” I replied, walking over to him and tugging on his arm to draw him away from the door. Just then, the door opened and Mary-Lou appeared holding her own plate of food. “Please don’t destroy my kitchen.” Was all she said as she walked to the dining table with her plate, sighing as she did.

𓆩☆𓆪

After we all polished off the Shepard’s pie, we ended up on the couch watching a hockey game. I had curled up in a blanket between Matt to my right and Chris to my left, and was bathing in the contentment of just sitting with them in their family home, just like we did as kids. Even though I couldn’t give a shit less about whatever was happening on the screen, I couldn’t help but smile when one of them would scream, curse, or cheer as the game continued. As Chris was doing just that, I was pulled from my languid stupor by Matt tugging on the blanket that was wrapped around me; clearly wanting to share.

After spending some time with the guys, my filthy thoughts of Matt began to dissipate. After months of not seeing them, I had far too much time to stew over all of the flashbacks I got; causing me to create a certain image of him in my mind that had differed to the one I had of him before. But, after spending time with him in-person, I was reminded of the fact that he’s the same old Matt that I’ve known for years, and I was just too caught up in that one night.

Then, as if he was reading my mind, I felt fingertips gently graze my right thigh under the blanket. Immediately, my body began to react, and every place he touched felt like it was being set on fire. I gulped, and adjusted myself slightly before forcing my eyes to focus on the screen in front of me; deciding that ignoring these touches was the best thing that I could do. Still, he was relentless. His hand continued to travel all across my thigh, just a whisper of contact as if he knew it would drive me crazy. I shuddered, but played it off by pulling the blanket against me as if I was cold. Even though I knew he could tell that I was affected by his touch, I knew that my lack of acknowledgement was surely driving him crazy. My hunch was confirmed when he brushed his fingers lightly against my clothed heat; causing me to intake a sharp breath that I had to immediately hide with a cough.

This caught Chris’ attention, and he fixed his gaze on me. “You okay Y/n?” He asked, and I nodded frantically. “Mhmm. Just a cough.” My response was hitched as Matt’s fingers continued to tease me, and as soon as Chris fixed his gaze back on the tv, I grabbed his hand under the blanket and held it still; turning to give him a sharp glare. Once I turned to face him, I was met with a taunting smirk that caused something to stir inside of me. He then used his eyes to wordlessly gesture to the staircase; clearly proposing that we go upstairs.

I’m not sure how I gained the self control, but somehow I was able to shake my head sternly before drawing my attention once again back to the game. His hand stayed still, but it still rested on my thigh and I could feel myself vibrating under his touch. Then, he retracted his hand from the blanket and I had to stop myself from groaning from the loss of contact; knowing that I shouldn’t want to feel it again. From the corner of my eye, I saw him unlock his phone and felt myself relax slightly knowing that he had something to distract him.

Think again.

I felt my own phone vibrate in the pocket of my hoodie, and reaching under the blanket, I pulled it out to find a text from no other than Matt.

Matt: I need you

I had to fight to keep my jaw from dropping at his text, and I turned to face him but found him looking straight ahead at the game. Sighing, I decided to respond over text after turning my brightness all the way down to keep Chris from catching a glimpse.

Y/n: matt. we can’t.

I heard his phone vibrate beside me, and kept my gaze away from him as he picked it up. I only had to wait a few seconds for a response.

Matt: Yes we can

Matt: Please Y/n.

The clear desperation in his texts went straight to my core, and I felt myself on the verge of dissolving into a puddle right then and there. To make things even worse, Matt snaked his hands back under the blanket, grabbing my own and drawing it towards the crotch of his jeans. There, his cock was already rock hard, and I really had to keep myself from straddling him right there. I turned to my left to get a quick glance at Nick and Chris beside me. Nick was curled onto the couch, seemingly sound asleep, and Chris was fully entranced by the hockey game. Just then, a commercial break came on, and I turned to face Matt and gave him a soft nod. Immediately, a sinister smile crossed his face before he put his phone away and cleared his throat.

“Oh my god Y/n I forgot to show you the clothes I bought before I left LA. Remember you texted me earlier today telling me you wanted to see?” His lie fell from his mouth effortlessly, and if I didn’t know that he had ulterior motives I would never come even close to feeling suspicious. Without missing a beat, I followed along in his little lie. “Oh yeah! Where are they?” I responded, doing everything I could to keep my tone as nonchalant as his. “Up in my room, I haven’t unpacked yet. Wanna go see them now?” I bit my lip to keep myself from smiling. “Sure.” Was all I was able to say in response before hurriedly standing up from the couch. Matt shifted slightly under the blanket for a moment, obviously tucking his boner into the waistband of his pants so that it wouldn’t be noticeable, before following me towards the stairs. “Don’t be long!” Shouted Chris from behind us, “Ya’ll are gonna miss a good ass game.”

Quickly, the two of us climbed the stairs, doing our best to keep our composure until we were behind closed doors. We rushed into Matt’s bedroom, him entering before me, and I turned to quickly shut the door. Before I could even face his room, Matt pinned me to the door and his lips were on mine. A groan immediately fell from his lips as I opened my mouth to grant his tongue access; losing all sense of control as his hands roamed every inch of my body. My own hands flew to his hair, holding his face against mine as the kiss deepened even more. Our tongues swirled around each other, our mutual hunger for one another taking an almost literal form.

One of Matt’s hands travelled up my chest, tearing my hoodie up over my head in the process, before attaching to my throat. I gasped at the pressure, feeling my panties flood with arousal, and he tugged at my bottom lip with his teeth as he pulled away from the kiss; gazing down harshly at me. “How many guys have you fucked since I saw you last.” His voice was gravelly with lust, and his tone was so ominous that if I hadn’t known Matt for as long as I had, I would be afraid. Suddenly, I felt a sharp pain in my cheek as he slapped it. “Answer me, Y/n. How many?” I couldn’t keep the small smile from travelling to my lips from how turned on he was making me, but finally I was able to get myself to respond. “A few.” His pupils dilated.

“Oh yeah? How were they?” He was smirking, and I was thrown off by his words. Again, in my silence he slapped my cheek. At that, I couldn’t keep the lustful squeal from falling from my lips. “T-they were okay.” I lied, feeling myself tremble against the doorframe. At that, his thumb that had been soothing my sore cheek traveled to my mouth, pressing down on my lips and encouraging me to open up. I obliged, letting his thumb rest on my tongue before slowly wrapping my lips around it and sucking lightly. Matt’s eyes were glued to my mouth, but he continued speaking. “Just okay, huh?” He knew what he was doing, and I did as well, but in the state I was in I had lost all impulse control; so I fell for his trap.

“None were as good as you, Matty.”

I batted my eyelashes as I spoke, and immediately his lips were back on mine. Our mouths moved in sync as his tongue dominated mine, and I relished in the familiar taste of him. His burning desire for me fuelled my own, and as I continued to kiss him I felt myself growing more and more needy. As I released a frustrated groan into his mouth, I felt his hand travel to the waistband of my jeans where he hurriedly worked at the button and zipper. As soon as he peeled the rough material down my legs, his hand went to my heat; causing me to release a sharp breath.

“Mmm. So wet, just like last time.” He purred, dragging his mouth away from mine and down my neck; dropping wet kisses in its path. I was shaking from his touch, and subconsciously I widened my legs to give him better access to my aching core. Noticing this, he released a husky chuckle before slowly rubbing two fingers along my folds. “You missed this, didn’t you?” I immediately nodded my head as I nibbled at my bottom lip, needing him to touch me more. “I knew it.” His fingers slowly began circling my clit then, drawing satisfied moans from my mouth. “Yeah. I bet you touch yourself thinking of that night in LA,” His mouth was nibbling at my neck just below my ear, and the heat from his breath caused goosebumps to raise on my skin and my nipples to harden. “And I bet you pretend that your fingers are mine.”

Just as the words left his lips, he plunged two fingers up into me, causing me to gasp in pleasurable shock. Immediately, his fingers went to work curling up to my spongey g-spot and forcing my knees to buckle. Desperate for more contact, I wrapped a leg around his waist so that his fingers could reach even deeper into me. Hushed moans fell thoughtlessly from my mouth, and I prayed that no one in the house could hear them. I gripped helplessly onto the back of Matt’s neck as he rested his forehead against my collar bone, putting all of his effort into his plunging fingers.

“You feel good sweetheart?” He asked, his words coming out in short bursts as he continued his movements. “S-so g-good.” I replied carelessly, arching my back off of the door as I felt tension like a stretched rubber band grow in my stomach. Aching from the pressure, I reached in between my legs and began frantically rubbing my clit; desperately chasing my high. After just a brief moment, Matt looked down between my legs and, upon realizing what I was doing, slapped my hand out of the way and replaced it with his own. His fingers worked on my clit and my core simultaneously, and I lost all control over the erotic noises that poured out of my mouth.

“Shh.” Matt demanded, placing his own mouth on mine in a motionless kiss to stifle my moans. The stimulation was almost too much to handle, and I felt myself teetering on the edge of an overwhelmingly strong orgasm. “G-gonna cum.” I managed to spew out against Matt’s open mouth, and he hummed in response; keeping his pace on my heat steady. “Look at me while you cum, Y/n.” Matt’s voice was commanding, and without thinking twice I opened my pinched eyes and was met with his focused yet aroused gaze just before being overtaken by an earth-shattering orgasm.

As pleasure rippled through my body, my blurry vision never veered from his face as his fingers fucked me through my high. I bit my lip so hard that I left indents to suffocate my stream of moans before they could leave my lips. I felt myself squirt, the pressure that had built up inside of me immediately being relieved, and as I did he removed his one hand from my core and used his other to continue rubbing my clit so that the fluid sprayed all over the front of him and down my legs.

As I was still trembling through my high, I watched as Matt used his free hand to yank his jeans and boxers down his legs before plunging his hard cock into me. “Fuck.” We both gasped in unison as he sunk every inch through my walls, shuddering from the immediate pleasure that we both felt. Matt stayed still for a moment, clearly collecting himself, before pounding into me strenuously. Grasping onto his shoulders in order to stay grounded, I muttered nonsense as his cock slammed into my g-spot relentlessly.

“Fuck. Missed this pussy so fucking much.” Matt groaned in my ear, causing me to cry out as he drove his cock harder and harder into me; so hard that my head began smacking against the door frame. Suddenly, Matt’s hands snaked down to my ass, cupping it in his grasp and lifting me up. Still inside of me, he began walking me towards his bed on the far side of the room, where he placed me on the end of the bed and spun me around. I lay there like a rag doll as I let him reposition me into doggy, before I felt him slide his dick back through my opening.

“Jesus Christ.” I moaned, the new position deeper than the last as I felt every inch of him stretch out my walls and reach even further into me. Matt grabbed a fistful of my hair and I cried out as he used his grip to pull my head up off of the bead. With my back pressed against him, he covered my mouth with his hand as he peppered my sensitive neck with wet kisses. “You love my cock, don’t you baby?” He asked in a rough voice against my ear, and I nodded. Suddenly, his hand made contact with my throat and he tightened his fingers around it again. “Words, Y/n.” He said tauntingly, and I whined. “Y-yes. I love it Matt.” I managed to reply before he loosened his grip on both my throat and my hair, allowing my body to fall back onto the bed.

His hands found my hips, and he held them tightly as he continued thrusting into me. His pace was growing slightly choppier, and I smiled to myself maniacally, knowing that he was feeling good. As his rhythm slowed, I began moving my own hips up and down to meet his length. Noticing what I was doing, Matt stopped his own movements and allowed me to fuck myself on his cock. I heard his heavy breathing behind me as I continued to throw myself down on it, picking up the pace with each pump.

His hands gripped my hips tighter before he spoke. “Mmmm, slow down honey, gonna cum soon if you keep doing that.” I smiled to myself once again, and even let out a small chuckle as I continued at the same quick pace; wanting to make him feel good. The sound of wet skin slapping skin filled the space between us as I worked his cock up and down my walls, and I felt another orgasm approaching down my spine. “Matty, gonna cum again.” I whined as the build up became un-ignorable. “Me too. Turn around. Wanna see that pretty face while you take it.” His words went straight to my core, and I struggled to find the strength to do exactly what he said.

With his help, I flipped around so that I was now on my back looking right up at his naked frame. He gazed down at me with eyes so dark and filled with lust that I almost gasped from the stark difference from the Matt that I typically saw. Leaning over me, he drove his length into me again, grabbing onto my tits as he did; making me see stars. Matt grabbed onto my legs and bent them at the knees before pressing them down and allowing his cock so much access to the deepest part of my core that I almost cried in addictive pain. “You want me to cum in you baby?” He asked, his voice a whole octave lower than usual due to his aroused state. I nodded, before remembering to use my words. “P-please cum in me.” I added, feeling my own orgasm causing my walls to already begin to convulse slightly. Holding onto my knees tightly, Matt’s jaw went slack before he released a guttural moan, enough to push me over the edge for the second time tonight.

With his cock pulsing inside of me, I shook uncontrollably as my second orgasm tore through me without mercy. I clung onto anything that I could as I fought the urge to scream profanities out at the top of my lungs as my walls milked his shaft dry. Matt continued to thrust into me slowly, pushing all of his cum deep inside as he helped me come down from my high. Once my moans halted, he planted a soft kiss to my hand resting on his chest before slowly pulling his cock out of me; watching the mix of his and my cum drip from my opening.

Walking over to his closet for what I assumed was a towel, he chuckled. Still catching my breath and recovering from my tornado of an orgasm, I struggled to lift myself off of the bed. “What’s so funny?” I asked as I watched him walk over with a towel just as I suspected. Still smiling, he shook his head as he began cleaning me up. “Nothing. It’s just that shit is way too good.” I laughed myself at his words, because I unfortunately agreed. “It probably wasn’t the best idea.” I began as I stood on shaky legs to retrieve my lost articles of clothing. “The first time was purely practical. The second could be called an accident. But a third time? There’s no explaining that away.” I said as I dressed myself.

“What?” He started, walking over to where I was standing to retrieve his own pants. “You’re the one that said that good friendships include fucking each other every once in a while.” I rolled my eyes. I had said that in Los Angeles, but had meant it as a joke at the time. “I don’t know if fucking every time we’ve seen each other constitutes as ‘once in a while’.” I replied, running my hands through my messy hair in an attempt to remedy my fucked out appearance. With a sheepish smirk on his face, he shrugged. “I don’t know, I think it’s working out fine, don’t you?” I couldn’t contain my smile at this, giving away that I agreed. “And besides, no one has to know about this time. No brothers barging in, no Discord servers being left on. No one knows so there’s no need for an explanation this time.” He pulled me to his chest and hugged me for a moment, and I instantly felt more reassured.

“Ready to go? I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want to see the score.” I laughed before pulling away from the hug and heading to his bedroom door. We walked down the stairs in a single file, and walked back into the living room with the intention of looking as inconspicuous as possible. Nick was still sound asleep, but Chris was wide awake, still staring at the tv. He was suspiciously quiet, but I allowed myself to believe that it was just because he was locked into the game, so I nonchalantly sat down on the couch beside him. Just as Matt settled onto the couch to my right, Chris cleared his throat before speaking. “So, Y/n. What was your favourite piece?” I turned to face him in confusion, and mentally scrambled to try to figure out what the fuck he was talking about. “The fuck?” I asked just as Matt pinched my thigh gently under the blanket.

As I realized that he was talking about the excuse that Matt and I had made to go upstairs, I watched as Chris’ eyes shot open and he pointed a finger between me and Matt. “I fuckin’ knew it!” I tried to speak, but I was completely incapable of forming a coherent sentence; let alone a believable lie. I heard Matt groan to my right. “You two fucked again didn’t you!” Still, silence.

Our lack of retaliation was enough to give Chris the answer he needed, and he rolled his eyes. “Jesus Christ, you guys are a couple of dogs.” He turned back to face the screen, but not before dramatically scooting a few centimetres away from me on the couch. I slowly turned my head to face Matt, and found him closing his eyes and biting his lip to stifle a laugh. At this, I had to cover my mouth to to the same, and I prayed that Chris couldn’t see my shoulders shaking as I laughed silently. My silent laugh seemed to be contagious, because I watched as Matt’s body began to tremble in laughter as his hand went back to casually resting on my thigh under the blanket.

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[yanderemommabean]

You have no idea when I saw your status change from 2 months to 6 hours ago. I audibly gasped!! I'm so so sooo glad you're doing okay and out of that awful situation, as someone who did the exact same thing at 16, it's really hard at first, getting things sorted out and moving out for the first time is definitely stressful, but as you said it will feel like home once the dust settles. Also is there any way we could send money your way to help out? Best wishes momma!!!

I'm happy to try and be back! I'm feeling myself out more, I've come to find that some stuff that used to squick me doesn't so much anymore, and I've come to feel like I'm allowed to rest without guilt, allowed to eat without being berated, and so on! Sammy's vet bill is my main concern, but Im thinking of opening coms again soon after I get some things figured out on how I wanna go about it and how I wanna change some stuff up! I'll link my Ko-fi here and on my pinned message for peeps who are curious on where to donate and such if you want! But don't feel pressured!

ko-fi.com/mommabean Im currently looking for pharmacy tech jobs, as I graduated a training school recently while sickly but still managed! I just dont have the PTCB yet, but I know I can apply for a certificate and work for about two years (or less? Ill re-look into it, things get messed up) before having to reapply and what not. (again, could be COMPLETELY off but the jist is im job hunting lol) No ones called back yet and while im hopeful, I also know how the job market is more of a dead internet thing at this point. Sorry for the ramble! Im just happy to talk and what not!

I hope you have a wonderful day bean <3 you're very sweet!

-Mommabean

[chaos-chloe]

Mezcal Sour - Droid X F!Reader

Summary: Jealousy and Alcohol mixed together can lead to something catastrophic or wil it be fortuitous?

TW: Alcohol, flirting(?), cursing, female pronouns, jealousy, bar/club atmosphere, lmk me know if i missed anything <3

WRD CT: 3.5K

*Hey ____ we are all headin to the club down the street in about 30-45 mins, if you want to come*

*who is all gonna be there*

*Me, Grizzy, Puffer, and yourrrr homeboy, you definitely dont like*

*oh STFU!*

*yes, ill come tho. Ill get ready in 30*

*cool see ya soon*

I threw my phone down to my right side and flopped back on my bed with a huff. I laid there for a few minutes trying to piece a cute outfit together in my head with the clothes I bought for the con. Once I finally figured out what I was going to wear and how I was gonna style it, I got to work. I dug through my messily packed suitcase, grabbed my makeup case, my hair products and headed to the bathroom. I hung my outfit on the back of the bathroom door on hangers to let the heat try to unwrinkle them as much as possible.

After getting my clothes settled I started unpacking my makeup bag and plugged in my hair crimper. Letting my crimper heat up, I get started on my makeup, basic as hell. I know I'm probably going to sweat it off if I do a full glam look. I reached with my right hand for my tinted moisture, and did two pumps in my left hand. Rubbing my hands together, trying to achieve an even amount of product in both hands, my hands separate stretching my hands to my face. I began to gloss the moisture all over my face, after rubbing it in completely I was letting it dry. 

I grabbed my black, one shoulder, black velvet textured material shirt and threw it on, so i didn't mess my hair or my “makeup” up. I then went on a seek and find hunt on the counter for my fluffy makeup brush and my Urban Decay nude palette. Once, both items were in my hand, I dipped my brush in the light tannish/brown color and painted my eyelid. Packed the corner of my eyelid with the most pigment then blending it out towards the inner corner of my eyelid, to give it an ombre effect. 

When both eyes are done I then grab my waterproof Fenty Beauty mascara and try to volumize these small and thin eyelashes.  My___ eyes raked over my face to see if my work was exceptional or needed more effect, I believed I looked good just needed clear lip gloss and my make up was finished. 

After applying the tube of Tik Tok shop brand lip gloss, my lips are extra kissable tonight, hopefully.  I turned around on my heel to snag my skinny black jeans off the hanger without breaking the cheap plastic. I walked out of the bathroom to my hotel bed to sit on the end, so i wouldn’t have to balance to put on my pants. Now, I got my pants up and went to my carry on which I had my shoes packed.

I did a double take/thoughton which shoes to wear but ultimately I went with my strappy, criss cross black heels with a gold accent on the bridge. This time I balanced myself with my right hand on the wall to put on my left heel and vice versa with the other heel. I tripled checked my outfit and gave myself a pep talk to get my confidence up. I'm thinking tonight might be the night I'm not a pussy. 

 *BEEP BEEP*

*im headin to your room, 222?

*yes, im almost ready, should be ready when you get here*

*just lettin ya know, that the guys are coming w/ me**

*damn, ugh okay.*

*NOW YOU HAVE ME EXTRA NERVOUS*

*HEY youll be okay, ill play along to see if we can get droid to confess to you ;)*

*now youre in the dog house, your buying me my first drink*

*fine fine, i can do that ;)*

I shook my head at his ridiculously confidence that Droid will confess to me. I ran over to my bag and grabbed my deodorant and perfume and applied where it matters, I NEED to smell good and not like sweat. 

*KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK*

I ran my hands over my outfit to get the sweat and nerves off of me, I let my confidence take over, so I am not a complete mess. I opened the door to see the guys all looking nice.

“Well hello gorgeous, let me walk you to your car.” Droid says with his arm out, I chuckle as I take his arm. Everyone chuckles at Droid playing a gentleman back in the days.

“Good sir, you are aware that we are walking to a club, definitely not driving.” I go with the bit but still keep it real.

“Oh well- I-Erm- Let me walk you to your destination good lady.” Droid stumbles through his sentence, ending it with laughter but still having arms linked together.

We are walking to the elevator with small talk going on throughout the groups, I’m keeping quiet, I look over to Pezzy and he just winks at me. I wink back as he raises an eyebrow at me, Droid catches on to us being silly.

“Wait- What's going on here? Is my fair maiden cheating on me? With a lonely scum?” Droid acts offended at us play flirting

“No, No my good sir. I could never lay my eyes on a lonely scum. My eyes only work for you.” I responded with his humor.

“Ugh, how dare you do this to me?!” Droid keeps the joke going, letting go of my arm pretending to be offended.

I walk out of the elevator laughing and shaking my head. Pezzy catches up to me, since I was the first one off the elevator. Droid, Puffer, and Grizzy are all in their own conversation walking behind us, leaving Pezzy and I to talk about my hopeless crush.

The pulsating bass thumped through the dimly lit nightclub, a hypnotic rhythm that engulfed the crowd. Strobe lights danced across the room, creating a dizzying kaleidoscope of color. Laughter mingled with the music, the sounds faded into a dull roar for me. I leaned against the bar, nursing her drink while casting furtive glances towards Droid.

He was surrounded by a trio of girls, their laughter ringing like chimes against the booming bass. Each of them leaned in closer, their voices rising in pitch, a chorus of flirty teasing that made my blood simmer. One girl, a tall blonde with sparkling blue eyes, tossed her hair back and laughed a little too loudly, her hand brushing against Droid’s arm. I felt a knot tighten in my stomach as I watched him smile, his head thrown back in genuine amusement. 

My grip on my glass tightened as I forced herself to take a deep breath. 

"It's just harmless fun," I told myself, but the whisper of doubt crept in. Was it really just fun? The way they leaned in, the playful nudges, the seemingly endless flow of laughter? Each giggle felt like a tiny dagger, and the more I watched, the tighter the knot in my stomach twisted. Did I really have the confidence to confess anymore?

I turned my gaze to the floor, where clusters of people danced with abandon, illuminated by a flurry of colorful lights. But even in that moment, the joy around me felt hollow. I took a sip of my drink, letting the icy burn of the alcohol sting my throat. I just want to shake off the feeling, to enjoy the night, but every time I glanced back at Droid, my heart plummeted further into the void. 

“Hey, you okay?” Pezzy slid up beside me, concern etched across his face. 

I forced a smile, masking my insecurities. “Yeah, just... soaking it all in,” I replied, my voice lacking its usual spark of light. 

Pezzy followed my line of sight. The trio of girls was still clustered around Droid, their voices overlapping in a playful symphony that made my chest tight. 

“I mean, it’s just a night out, right? He’s not going anywhere,” I asked, reaching down into myself for reassurance. Pezzy squeezed my shoulder, knowing Droid, he shook his head yes.

“You know you’re the one he wants to be with,” Pezzy said, a mix of encouragement and irritation in her voice. “Why would he waste his time with them?”

I wish I knew that Pezzy was right. I thought Droid and I had something real, something special—yet watching him shine under those girls’ attention felt like stumbling under a spotlight that I couldn’t escape. Each shared laugh felt like another inch of emotional space carved between us.

Finally, gathering myself resolve, I pushed away from the bar. “I’m going to go talk to him, and possibly put our plan into action.” I declared, trying to inject confidence into my words, even if it felt forced. Pezzy raised an eyebrow, his expression cautious but supportive. Using the fake enhanced confidence that the alcohol gave me, I strut my way to them.

As I neared the group, my heart raced, adrenaline coursing through my veins. I could hear them clearly now—each flirty comment, each teasing remark pierced me. But I refused to be sidelined on my own crush.

“Hey, handsome!” I called out, forcing a smile that was perfectly poised between casual and confrontational. Droid turned, his face lighting up with surprise that quickly melted into warmth. The girls paused, their chatter dwindling as they sized me up with easy curiosity. 

“Hey, ____!" Droid's voice was inviting, and despite the tension, Ifelt a small flicker of relief. 

I sidled up next to him, my hand settling possessively on his arm. “I thought I’d come check on you,” I said, my voice casual, though my heart raced. The trio exchanged glances, the atmosphere thickening as they silently gauged the shift.

Droid grinned, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “Good timing! We were just talking about the wildest things we’ve seen in the club.” 

I smiled back, tightening my grip. “Oh, I hope I’m not missing out on any crazy stories. Need someone to help filter through the nonsense?” 

The girls exchanged a look, and I could feel the tension palpably shift. Just like that, I stepped into the spotlight—but this time, I wasn't leaving it vacant.

As the strobe lights flickered like fireflies caught in a jar, I felt the energy in the air shift. The laughter of the trio of girls dulled, replaced by a charged silence that hung between them. I stood shoulder to shoulder with Droid, my heart pounding, not just from the music, but from the surge of confidence coursing through me.

The blonde girl, who had been the most animated of the group, arched an eyebrow, her smile faltering for a moment. “Oh, we were just having a little fun,” she said, her tone light but with an undercurrent that hinted at challenge.

“Fun’s good,” I replied, her voice steady and laced with playful defiance. “But I think Droid’s got the best stories. Right, handsome?”

Droid turned to me, his expression softening, and I could see the flicker of appreciation in his eyes. “Yeah, you know it,” he said, a grin breaking free as he leaned closer to I, his body language shifting to indicate that I was his priority. 

I felt a wave of relief wash over me. The girls were evaluating the situation, their playful banter fading as they processed the unspoken challenge I had thrown into the mix. “So what’s the wildest thing you’ve seen tonight?” I prompted, my tone teasing as I addressed the girls, confident in my role as the center of Droid’s universe.

“Oh, you know, just the usual. People dancing on tables, a few questionable outfits,” one of the girls chimed in, her tone shifting to a more inclusive one. “But I think the best part is when someone tries to ride the bull over there.” She gestured toward a group of people erupting in laughter as someone dramatically fell to the floor, arms flailing.

I laughed, the tension between them beginning to dissipate. “Now that sounds like something we need to get on. Don’t you think, Droid?” She turned to him, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

“Absolutely!” Droid replied, his enthusiasm infectious. “I’m always down for something new.”

“Count me in!” I said, feeling a surge of exhilaration as I extended my hand to Droid. He took it without hesitation, and together we moved toward the dance floor, the pulsating bass thudding in time with their racing hearts.

The girls trailed behind, their earlier bravado diminished as I and Droid lined up for the fake bull riding. The club was doing a special, where before you “start” riding the bull you can take 1 or 2 shots of liquor being poured into your mouth by one of the bartenders. We walked right up where we could put our names, Droid wrote his name down first but I was distracted with the gorgeous bartender in front of me.

“Hey-um- oh- Lisa, I have a weird request, I used to be a bartender. Is there any way I could pour his shot or two in his mouth? I will even pay extra if needed.” I questioned with persuasiveness, since I had my confidence up might as well do stupid shit.

“Ooo, let me ask my manager, Ronnie, real quick. Be right back, love.” Lisa states walking to the bar calling out to Ronnie. 

I turned on my heel looking for the guys, who were all gathered up on the left side of the fence of the bull keeping drunk people out. I strutted my way up to my group of the guys, Pezzy turned his head over his shoulder to look at me. The confusion on his face quickly turned into a devious smirk, he wink at me. Pezzy opened his arm to me, I quickly fell into place under his arm. 

“What did you ask, little demon?” Pezzy entertained my plan

“I can possibly give the droid a shot, once he gets on the bull,” I got on my tippy-toes to whisper in his ear, wanting to make sure he heard me over the music.

“Hey, now don't leave me out. What's going on?” Puffer sauntered over to us seeing us scheming together.

“I MIGHT be able to give Droid his shot before he rides the bull.” I explained to Puffer, typing my glass towards Grizzy and Droid deep in their own conversation. 

“Oh- There you are, love.” I heard someone say behind me, I let go of Pezzy and spun on my heels. I saw Lisa with a guy. Hopefully it's Ronnie with good/fun news.

“Hi, I’m Ronnie, the manager. I heard you are wanting to give a guy a shot before he gets on the bull, is that right?” He contemplated the plan, his tone giving it away. 

“Yes, I’m ____. I used to be a bartender for 4 years, I believe 5 years ago.” I greeted Ronnie, trying to persuade him into letting me do it. 

“Okay, good. Yeah, I’m down letting you do it, just know no heels on the inflatable or on the bull.” Ronnie informed me while pointing to my shoes.

“Ah, completely understandable, sir. Is it okay if I take my heels off and do it barefoot?” I try to compromise with him. 

“Sounds good to me, Lisa and Hannah are in charge of the bull at the moment so they will oversee you giving your guy the shot.” Ronnie informed me, we shook hands and he dispersed back to the bar. I giggled doing baby jumps in my heels.

“Give us like less than 5 minutes, love, and will call him next.” Lisa informed me with her left hand on my shoulder, walking away to the podium of the sign up sheet.

They get him on the bull, while explaining the rules and how to ride the bull, so you don't completely fly off the bull. As they finish explaining the rules, It looks like Hannah lets him go in a couple of circles to get him going. That's when Lisa comes over with a bottle of Tito’s with a smile and hand gestures to me, to follow her and hurry up.

“Alrighty girl, make sure to take off your heels, when you get up to bull; the head is going to be angled down, so you can hop on there with your knees. Try to use the inflatable barrier as a trampoline to bounce your way up on it. Then, you are going to stand up and push him, however you can or want to, into a laying down position and then pour the shot in his mouth. Sounds good?” Lisa talked me through the plan on how they do it here, as I was undoing my heels. I discarded them at the entrance of the padded inflatable. 

“Go get him girly.” Lisa encouraged me as I entered the zone of the bull. I turned my head over my shoulder to her and gave her a smile and wink of appreciation.

“What? ___ what are you doing?” Droid asked me with his eyebrows furrowed at me

I walked up to the bull remembering what Lisa said, I bounced my body onto the bull. Droid had his hand out to me, trying to help me up on the bull.  I landed on the bulls neck with my knees, and Droid kept both of his arms open making sure I didn't fall while I tried to stand up. I positioned my right hand on his left shoulder, so I balanced myself enough not to fall on my face. Then, I parked my right barefoot on his chest pushing him back all the way. Motioning my hand all the back on the bull. He is finally in position, relaxed with his mouth opened.

“Okayyy then __.” Droid said, making me smirk and my heart race, as if it was a jump set being played. 

I started pouring Tito’s and counting to four, while locking our eyes together; I winked at him with a sultry look. 

“OH SHIT. AW SHIT MAN!” “OOOO” “GET EM ___!” I heard the guys screaming on the top of their lungs, over the music. 

I stopped pouring the alcohol in Droid mouth, I jumped off the bull handing the bottle over to Hannah. I walked out of the landing zone, and picked my shoes up til I got away from the entrance. I walked over to Pezzy, Puffer, and Grizzy where I was ready for the onslaught of questions from them. 

“So how was being dominant for your first time?” Puffer asked right out of the blue, bluntly. I giggled and shook my head, trying to put my heels on. 

“When did you get the idea for this, __?” Grizzy asked

“Earlier today, when we were all walking to the bar, Pezzy informed me of it.” I told them shrugging my shoulders.  I looked round through my hair as I was hunched over tying my right heel up, I was watching Droid walk up the group. He was on a mission to get his hands on me, I can tell. 

“My lady, let me help you. You are looking like Cinderella, with your missing heel.” Droid jokes around with me, he walked up to me and kneeled down on his right knee. 

He picks up my left heel, separating the laces not getting them tangled up even more which was even more impressive. He then clasped his hand around my left ankle to lift my foot up to his knee where my heel(shoe) was resting. My foot was in the heel, as he was perfectly criss crossing the laces in an even manner, mirroring my right foot.

“Well Droid, look at you taking care of our own little Cinderella.”Grizzy jokes around, making the guys laugh and me hiding my face turn red. 

“Let me steal ___ for a minute.” Droid said, putting my foot back down on the ground. He stood up,  outstretching his hand for me to take. 

He led us out the dance floor while the music was playing, he took the lead of the dance. Our chemistry is undeniable. The strobe lights illuminated their movements, casting us in shades of electric blue and hot pink, as laughter and music swirled around us.

As the dance took off, it was a playful chaos of flailing limbs and exaggerated moves. The crowd cheered, and I found myself lost in the moment, the earlier insecurities fading into the backdrop of the vibrant nightclub. I stole glances at Droid, who was in his element, and I felt a warmth blooming in my chest.

As the music swelled and the crowd erupted in cheers, I caught Droid’s eye. We exchanged a look, one that said more than words ever could. It was a silent promise, a reassurance that we were in this together, and that nothing could shake the foundation we are going to build together. 

The night wore on, the bass thumping like a heartbeat, and for the first time, I felt truly free, dancing not just to the music, but to the rhythm of my own confidence.

[rxtchetprime]

im such hurt/comfort trash and i feel awful rn so please indulge in some sick oppy with me,,,,,

optimus doesn't get sick often, he's probably the least susceptible to illness than the rest of the bots, but when he does get sick, it hits him hard.

it starts with an irritating pounding in his processor, he writes it off as a normal helm ache that comes with the stress of the war. later on his vents come in stuffy and irritated. he coughs a little as he feels the air stratching his intake.

he heads to berth that night only to wake up soon after falling into recharge. it's 3am earth time when he comes to. he feels how his internal temperature has risen exponentially, yet his plating is shivering as he stalks out of his room towards the medbay.

ratchet would (hopefully) be recharging at this hour, so optimus sneaks into the medbay and retrieves one of the blankets that ratchet has stored away for when the situation calls for it.

optimus lets out a vent as he wraps the blanket around himself. he feels exhausted and weak and just so drained. he wants to go back to recharge, yet cant find himself wanting to head back into his room. his room feels suffocating, and both too cold and too hot to stay in right now.

he eventually settles himself in a corner of the base's main room, its small, comfortable, and the cool concrete feels nice on his aching plating. he doesnt mean to, yet he falls into recharge in the corner with the blanket tucked around himself.

the first bot to rise, other than optimus, is always ratchet. the medic walks out into the main room of the autobot base to start his work. he's starting the console when hits audials pick up a small scraping noise. he slowly walks around looking for the noise, wary of the possibility of that it could be a few scraplets that werent removed when the infestation happened.

soon enough, ratchet finds the source of the noise in a small pocket tucked away behind the monitor. optimus is curled up in the corner with the blanket haphazardly on his frame. his vents are short and choppy, aligning with the scraping noise that ratchet was looking to identify.

ratchet has known optimus for millions of years. he isnt too terribly alarmed by his leader's behavior in this moment. optimus has exact mannerisms that he presents when he's under the weather, and ratchet knows what to look for.

huffing amusedly, ratchet shakes his head as he slowly kneels down beside optimus. he reaches his servo out to stroke one of his leader's audials. ratchet's brows raised as optimus leaned into the light touches. the prime was notorious for not allowing himself comfort from his fellow teammates. if optimus was so quickly willing to submit to small comforts, than ratchet knew that he really was sick.

after a few touches, optimus stirred slowly. his eyes were dimmed as he unseeingly looked up at his medic. ratchet moved his servo from optimus' audial to his helm, he had to fight the urge to jolt back after making contact with the metal. optimus was burning up, ratchet could feel it as his metal was heated up; however the leader's fans had yet to kick on to relieve some of the heat.

the prime blinked a few times before regaining some of his composure. it took him a few moments to realize that here he was, in a corner between the monitor and the wall in the main room of base, fast asleep and been caught by ratchet, and now he was even leaning into the touches that the medic were offering to him. his audial fins drooped slightly, a gesture that he had once subconsciously done as orion pax. he started to shift away from ratchet's hold, but was abruptly stopped.

"optimus, i can tell that you're unwell. why didn't you come to me?"

optimus averted his gaze as he felt optics on him. he shrugged slightly, not trusting his vocal processor to form coherent words, if it could form words at all.

ratchet was used to this. he knew that if felt pressured, stressed, or just all around bad enough that optimus' voicebox would shut down its functions completely. the mech took this into consideration as he exhaled his vents before speaking again, "c'mon, get up. you can lean on me since i don't think your legs will be able to support you fully in this state."

the prime nodded smally as ratchet held a servo out for him to take. optimus took it and slowly rose himself to his pedes, he was still clutching the blanket around himself as he leaned onto his medic. the pair wandered over to a couch that they had in the base. once there, optimus all but collapsed himself onto the cushioning. ratchet let out an amused snort at his conjunx's actions. he repositioned the blanket over optimus before telling him to stay put, and that he would return shortly before stalking off towards the medbay.

optimus laid there and sprawled himself out on the couch, not giving second thought to if someone wanted to sit on the surface. he was exhausted, not thinking as clearly as he would usually. the sound of pedesteps brought him out of his thoughts as ratchet had returned. in both servos was a cube of energon, one which was the normal bioluminescent blue, and the other which was a vibrant orange.

ratchet kneeled down beside the other with the orange cube outstretched. "i know it isn't gonna taste the best, but it's better than nothing." ah, medical grade energon. the taste wasn't pleasant, but the effects were more than necessary to get the leader back on his pedes as fast as they could. optimus took the orange cube with little hesitation, before he could think about it, he gulped it down like he was taking a shot of high grade.

the taste seemed even worse than he remembered, if that was even possible. it caught him off guard, and as he swallowed it down his intake, he coughed and sputtered from the taste. ratchet let out another amused sound and handed him the other, more normal and much more satisfying cube of energon. optimus accepted it graciously and sipped it slow, knowing that he couldn't drink it very fast, despite wanting to.

ratchet shifted himself onto his knees and spoke, "optimus you're burning up, can you lay with your back to me real quick? i need to manually activate your fans since your coding hasn't kicked in yet." optimus let out an undignified whine as he laid on his side. ratchet was extra gentle as he ran his servos in between the prime's smokestacks. there was a small panel just visible enough to access. ratchet quickly unscrewed the thin sheet of metal and worked inside the area for a moment, before finally, optimus' fans clicked on with a noticable whirr.

ratchet quickly replaced his panel and screwed it back down, making sure it was tight enough to stay in place, but not to the point of feeling uncomfortable. ratchet was about to speak to the prime again, getting as far as opening his intake, then he heard the scratchy and slow breaths of his leader which was mixed with snores. sighing, ratchet positioned the blanket around optimus. he walked over to the console, which had been sitting idle for a while now, and finally started his work.

as the day progressed, the other autobots started to emerge from their rooms, greeting ratchet before heading to the medbay for an energon cube. as the other three had all risen and were gathered sparsely in the main room, ratchet gently advised them to be quieter today. the bots raised an eyebrow or tilted their heads in question, then ratchet looked back and motioned to the prime recharging on the couch.

acree was the first to speak up, "nightmares again or is he just tired? either way, it's about time we let him sleep in." ratchet turned to the femme to reply, "neither, he's either come down with a virus or just plainly stressed himself sick. since the only cybertronian illness that we've encountered so far was the cybonic plague, i don't believe that he's contagious with anything."

she nodded and started to question her route for the day. the other two bots following to do the same. once they had headed out for the day, sure to return with their human charges, only then ratchet felt himself relax.

time passed as always, ratchet listened as optimus rechared. here and there, optimus would mumble a few incoherent words in cybertronian with no real meaning. soon enough, the bots returned to base with their human charges in tow.

as miko hopped out of bulkhead's vehicle mode, she took in a big gasp of air, as if she was about to yell something. like usual.

as soon as the others heard, they all quickly turned to her and started shushing her immediately. she quirked an eyebrow and shut her mouth as soon as it opened. jack and raf also started to quietly question the sudden outburst from every single bot.

the bots glanced over to where optimus was recharging on the couch, the kids' gazes followed them and tilted their heads in question.

bulkhead was the first to speak up, "he stressed himself sick and i guess ratch couldn't get him back to bed, so he just passed out in here. it's convenient though honestly, that way we can keep an eye on him."

their charges nodded and decided to find an activity that they could enjoy while simultaneously being quiet. the bots retired to different areas of the base, and optimus was left undisturbed, left to simply just rest.

[pwr3tties]

⋆.ೃ࿔* COUCHES ! - ,,

includes: sae

warnings: slight angst with comfort, fem! reader, grammar errors, fluff, arguments, over 400 words and lowercase intended!

a/n: hello, it's me again, this is a pretty popular prompt, so i thought i’d try it! if you want a part 2, comment or message me with what character(s) you want, and ill try to make it!!

SAE — ‘you sleep on the couch ’

after the heated argument between your boyfriend and yourself, it was no surprise that one of you had to leave the house, or your neighbours might have called the cops to check on the two of you.

papers were scattered across the lounge, shattered glass and the match of sae’s soon-to-be opponents, which quickly became background noise due to the screaming match between sae and yourself. sae, being the petty man he is, left the house with a slam of the door, leaving you with nothing but your quiet sobs and the mess that was made during the dispute.

scanning the house, you began to pick up the shards of glass to prevent anyone from getting hurt, and by the time everywhere was tidied up, it had just reached 11 PM, and there was still no sign of sae. although the two of you had fought, that didn't mean you had no sympathy left in your heart.

reaching for your phone, you dialled his number as it rang once, twice, then thrice and soon went to his voicemail which was still set to default because he thought, “telling someone you’re not there when they already know is irrelevant.”

and after your 5th attempt, you gave up and quickly showered, then grabbed a few pillows and blankets, making a nice bed on the couch. the clock ticked 12:17 as the door creaked open, scared to wake you. sae slid off his sneakers as he tiptoed upstairs into the shower, hoping to get at least 8 hours of sleep before waking up for his morning jog.

around 12:50, sae finally infiltrated your shared bedroom and slipped into bed, rubbing the back of a pillow, which you were supposed to be. once sae realized there was no other form of life in the room, he rushed downstairs to where you were fast asleep with your mouth slightly parted as the moon hues hit your face ever so gently.

sae couldn’t help but admire you as he lifted you from your spot on the couch, carrying you up to your rightful place on the bed beside him. squirming, you fluttered your eyes open as sae plopped you on the mattress laying beside you. “sae? what are you doing?” you groaned, rubbing the sleep out your eye to see your boyfriend who had his face stuffed into your neck.

“sleeping..” he muttered softly, “that's what you should be doing.”

“I was until you brought me upstairs against my will,”

“just go back to bed, i have to wake up in a few hours.” sae groaned, fixing his position and squeezing your waist a little tighter.

“did you forget how you not only walked out on me but also listed ten different ways on how I'm ‘insufferable’?” you scoffed, gently pushing sae away.

“no,” he grumbled, slightly getting up.

“then what are you supposed to say?” amused by his behaviour, you settled your weight onto your arm, getting a better view of him. “‘m sorry, k. it was messed up of me to push you out when all you wanted to do was to care for me and help me to relax, i know im a horrible boyfriend, i might even be the worst one ever to exist, but please let me have this right now, my love.”

“who are you, and what have you done to my boyfriend?” you chuckled, ruffling his hair. “it's all me, promise. Now can we go to bed and talk about this in the morning like reasonable adults?”

“of course,

.

.

.

my big baby.” was the last thing you small while placing a kiss on his forehead and slowly drifting off to sleep in his arms.

word count: 528

a/n: hihihi, i was going to add more characters but i got lazy and decided you guys needed a post so yeah but pls moot me, im boreddd!! 😁😄😀😕🙁☹️😢😭

[fromthepinnacle2thepit]

imagine the reader is in charge of the floral arrangements for a ritual of some sorts and is working on a big piece and slices their palm open from a missed thorn on a rose (this happened at work today and im dead 😭). What would Copia do when he finds them frantic trying to figure out what to do.

𝘤𝘰𝘱𝘪𝘢 𝘹 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘵! 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 hc

pairings: copia x reader

warnings: blood, a cut, descriptions of a cut so maybe some gore

authors note: i don’t really know much about floral work but i thought id try!! i’m so sorry for this being so late, i forgot i had it in my inbox! anyways, enjoy!!

ITALIAN TRANSLATIONS AT THE BOTTOM!!

• so as soon as he walks into the room, he’s amazed by your work, he thinks it looks beautiful

• “sorella, this is…bellissima.. sembra mozzafiato”

• he’s looking around so excitedly, then he notices you.

• his eyes widen and his jaw hangs open slightly as he looks over the scene.

• blood is streaming down your forearm, coming from your palm. your other hand is shaking and hanging in the air beside your palm- as if not knowing whether to clutch your wound or to keep your distance. your eyes are very wide and your legs shake slightly, but it’s nothing in comparison to how your body is shaking and your chest is heaving.

• “copia, please..a thorn- what do i do?? it hurts and there’s so much blood, i don’t know what to do, why can’t it just stop??” you say, taking huge breaths in between your words

• copia pauses a moment then grabs a napkin from one of the table displays and rushes over to you.

• “it’s ok, amore, i’m here. be calm, take deep breaths.”

• he presses the napkin tightly against your palm and you wince in pain but you’re drawn closer to him, with his arms around you and him whispering “shhh”

• “Starai bene, bellissima. Stai calmo.” he whispers, his mouth pressed against your head.

• “eh- here, move your arm above your heart, it’ll um- slow the bleeding. it’ll be ok, cara mia.”

• you still are breathing heavily, though the bleeding is calming now, but now you feel bad. some blood has gotten through the napkin and now i’m copia’s skin. he doesn’t care, but you on the other hand feel awful.

• “i’m so sorry copia- i’m sorry. i was making an arrangement for the coming ritual and i guess i missed a thorn, so when i was putting the finishing touches on- it cut my palm. i’m so sorry, ill probably have to redo it!”

• copia pulled away from you, holding your shoulders and looking you in the eyes. for a moment, he didn’t say anything, but he had a sympathetic look in his eyes.

• “Ecco, ecco, tesoro. It still looks mozzafiato, er, beautiful. You did so good, I’m proud of you, sorella. May I see the cut, amore?”

• you peel back the napkin and show him. you can see the wince that flashes across his face as he takes in the damage. but he quickly puts on a soft smile and wraps an arm around your waist.

• “Shall we go get that cleaned up, sorella? I’d be happy to accompany you. I won’t leave your side, carissima.”

• you nod your head as he tenderly takes your wounded arm, keeping it raised above your heart, and keeping a hand on your waist so you stay calm. you two slowly begin to walk.

• “Bene, buon lavoro. Look at you, doing- erm- doing so well, as they say, eh?”

•Once you’ve gotten all cleaned up, you made it back to his room. He places you on his bed and gingerly caresses the skin around the bandage while sitting across from you.

• “Do you feel better, sorella?” he asks, and you can tell he’s truly worried.

• “Yes Papa. Copia. My dearest.” you reply, settling on the pet name since you couldn’t decide between Papa and Copia.

• “Bene.”

• He kisses your tear-stained face and pulls you in close, being careful not to hurt your hand. He kisses your cheeks, then your forehead, and lays you back to rest on his pillow. With a single gloved finger he traces the lines of your face, the outline of your nose, your eyes, your lips. Letting his finger glide gracefully and gently over the skin, like you’re the most precious thing in the world.

• The rest of the night was (as you may have expected) filled with loving and pampering.

• Before you knew it, both your hand, and your spirits felt way better.

• And hey, at the ritual you’d been doing the floral arrangement for, they turned out being a hit.

• Luckily no one noticed some of the red on one of the roses wasn’t just from it’s natural color-

authors note: hello!! sorry again that it took so long to make this, i hope you enjoy!! as always, requests are open!!

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Italian Translations:

Sorella - Sister

Bellissima - Beautiful

Sembra mozzafiato - It looks breathtaking

Amore - Love

Starai bene, bellissima. Stai calmo. - You’ll be ok, beautiful. Stay calm.

Cara mia - my darling

Ecco, ecco, tesoro. - There, there, darling.

Mozzafiato - breathtaking

Carissima - dearest

Bene, buon lavoro. - Good, good job.

[creative-caramel-coffee]

Little Sick Part 2

Pairings: Weems x Thornhill x Reader (platonic)

Word count: 1.2K

Summary: Part 2 of the first chapter

TW: agere?, illness, fever

A/n I had a request for a part 2 of this on my A03 so here it is :) if anyone wants to request SFW age regression I am open to writing it. I will put up some rules about it soon though. Part 1

Weems was betting on the fact the rest of the school was in classes as she walked through the halls with you in her arms. Your head was resting under her chin, your stuffie being clutched by little hands to your chest which as pressed into the chest of the headmistress.

Once she found herself outside the door to her own office, she held you on her hip with one arm as she used the other to unlock the door. You watched with wide eyes and a little sniffle as she let herself in. She propped you up, adjusting you on her hip before walking in. She bypassed the office with you still in her arms and went into her own quarters. She rummaged around in her bathroom, setting you down on the counter as you watched and chewed on your fingers.

After a minute she found what she was looking for. She pulled out the thermometer and a bottle of kid's pain medicine she had bought on accident one time. She helped you off the counter and led you by the hand to her room.

She put down the things on her bedside before gently lifting you onto the bed and kneeling in front of you. She brushed a little blonde cure from your eyes.

“Hello darling.” She said and brushed the back of her fingers over your cheek. “We need to take that temperature of yours my sweet girl.” She said and pulled out the thermometer. You let out a scared whine, not wanting to be tested in any way shape or form after the torture of the facility.

“Sh sh shhh honey. Its ok. It doesn’t hurt. Look.” Weems said and put the stick in her own mouth. You watched curiously before nodding. Weems removed the stick from her mouth and wiping it clean.

“Say ahhh.” She said and you mimicked her.

“Ahhh.” And she stuck it under your tongue.

“Now hold it there until i say so. Ok?” She asked and you nodded diligently. “Good girl. Thank you.”

Weems pulled out the bottle of red pain medicine. It was a syrup, so she detached the little plunger from the side and drew up the right dose. By the time she was done the stick beeped and she pulled it out of your mouth which was quickly replaced by your thumb again.

“101.4” she muttered to herself, “far too hot.” Then she looked at you who was still watching her closely. “Alright sweet girl. I need you to be brave for me and take this magic medicine to make you feel better, ok?” She asked, holding up the plunger. You studied it and nodded.

“Ok.” You said softly and Weems smiled.

“Good girl.” She placed it in your mouth and pushed the plunger in, making sure not to leave any. After a second, she took it out and you swallowed and made a face.

“Yucky.”

“Im sure it was. But you were so good for me.” She said and ruffled your hair which made you grin at her. “Now. Let’s get you into bed for some cuddles. Does that sound ok?” Weems asked. She had noticed the way your eyes were drooping and the way your grip on your stuffie was looser and looser. She was smart enough to know a nap was imminent wether you wanted one or not.

You nodded with a sleepy yawn, and a fist rubbing at your eyes. Weems stood and walked over to the bed; she pulled back the white sheets she had put on yesterday. After a second, she spent cleaning up the bedside table she slipped in beside you. You curled into her side and wrapped a small arm over her waist. Weems put an arm around your shoulder and smiled. You nuzzled into her side with a little huff as you got comfortable and settled down. Weems traced little patterns on your leg as your breathing evened out slowly.

“Goodnight baby.” Weems said. She may not have had the chance or time in the past to have her own kids, but she vowed then and there to protect you with her life. You were a shapeshifter who had been through unthinkable things, and she wasn’t ever letting you go through things alone again.

A little while later, about an hour had passed and Weems knew she needed to wake you up soon or you wouldn’t sleep through the night. Gently rubbing your back, you sat up looking sleepy when weems heard a knock on the door. Only one other person had the keys to her office and that was Marilyn. Oh god, they were supposed to go and get coffee after her classes were over.

Weems stood, picking you up and placing you on her hip. You curled into her and sucked on your thumb, the white stuffie under your arm.

Weems opened the door. Marilyn wasn’t looking at her yet as she began talking.

“Larissa, I have had- … oh.” Marilyn froze. “I didn’t know you had kids' lars?” She said looking at you as you had turned your face into Weems neck to hide.

“I-I … she’s not my kid.” Weems began. “Say hi Y/n.” She said trying to coax you out from your hiding spot. Marilyn’s face dropped.

“Y/n? As in L/n?” She whispered and Weems nodded. “Is … is she ok? I knew she’d been through a lot, but I didn’t realise it was this…” she trailed off and weems grew defensive.

“Bad?” She supplied coldly.

“Yes. No. Sorry. I- I don’t know what to say.” Thornhill said, flustered and not knowing what to do she pushed her glasses up. At that moment you turned your face from Larissa’s neck to look at the botanist who simply melted when she saw you.

“She’s certainly a cutie.” Thornhill said and waved. “Hello Y/n/n.” She cooed and you gave a shy smile and hid behind your stuffie making both teachers coo softly.

It was at this moment your stomach growled.

“Food?” You asked and Weems nodded. “Good idea bubs.” She said and walked into the kitchen motioning for Marilyn to follow.

“Bubs?” She questioned and Weems shot her a look.

“Shes growing on me.” Weems said and turned to you. “Aren’t you sweetie.” She said and pressed a kiss to your forehead.”

You nodded. “La La.”

“Whats that sweetie?” Weems said as she looked through the cupboards for a plastic cup.

“La la.” You repeated and Marilyn laughed.

“I think she’s trying to say Larissa.” She laughed and Weems blushed and looked down at you as you hid behind your hands.

She gently removed them. “Can you say lars baby girl?” She asked softly.

“Wars” you lisped, and Weems melted.

“Close enough.” She said and poured you some juice and cut up some strawberries.

“Can you say Marilyn?” Thornhill asked as weems sat you in her lap and began feeding you strawberries. You banged a chubby hand on the table and smiled.

“Mary.” You smiled and she laughed.

“Close enough.”

“Don’t talk with your mouthful baby.” Weems said and wiped some strawberry off your chin.

The rest of the afternoon was spent hanging out with the two women and their various snacks.

[gayfanservice]

Hello! I have a request for you but please take your time there is no rush!

Can you please to Ushiwaka (Tendou’s nickname for him) with a male reader who loves physical touch but in public places get super overwhelmed? Like something i find really cute and something that i find special is when im overwhelmed ill lock pinkies with my partner. Nothing more nothing less just our pinkies. It feels extra special to me because its like you just are pinky promising to stay together forever but you guys are also giving each other physical touch.

Sorry if this is really long! Thank have a good day! :)

It’s not long at all! Perfect length, if I do say so myself. There’s only a couple of requests that are too long for my liking (like the twins + older brother, please don’t make requests this length. Please.)

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Chatter and sounds of utensils filled the cafeteria air as Wakatoshi and (Y/N) comfortably sat beside each other. The quiet pair barely chatted, merely basking in each others presence as they occasionally glanced at each other. The comfortable silence broken by none other than Tendō, Wakatoshi’s school best friend, dropping his poor tray onto the table as he quickly sat down, Semi following suit.

“Ushiwaka, (L/N)! Good morning!” The brightly haired fellow basically yelled, a smile on his face as Semi looked semi-dead. Poor man must’ve not gotten enough sleep to deal with Tendō’s shit this early in the morning.

Wakatoshi acknowledged them with a simple ‘Morning,’ while (Y/N) let out an inaudible hum. He loved hanging with friends, but the cafeteria was always his least favorite place. The loud people, buzzing lights, and all around noises were too much for his brain to handle. The only reason he actually shows up is because he needs food, and Wakatoshi, who also needs food. He’d only been in there for close to twenty minutes and his brain was already feeling foggy. It was beginning to be too much.

(Y/N) listened to three different conversations; some girl talking about a bad break up, a group of friends talking about what to do for the upcoming weekend, something about murder, which is probably about a video game. Probably. The clashing sounds of lights and chatter were getting to his head, no longer able to listen to Tendō’s hyper-fixation ramble on his newest manga series. His breathing quickened, chest feeling cold as his head slightly twitched every which way.

Wakatoshi glanced over at (Y/N), noticing the spaced out look on his face and his subtle twitching. He linked their pinkies with a squeeze, a subtle question wondering if (Y/N) was fine. He quickly settled his gaze back onto his tray. He felt (Y/N) squeeze a couple times; a special thing they did together instead of saying words was tapping or squeezing whatever they held of the other. One for no, two for yes, and three for ‘I love you’. It was perfect communication between two non-sociable human beings.

(Y/N) felt better, knowing someone he trusts is with him. His chest felt warm as he thought about how much Wakatoshi cares about him. (Y/N) could make it to the end with him.

Wakatoshi finished his tray as well as (Y/N), deciding it was time to head back to their dorms and away from people. The two stood, waving goodbye at Tendō and Semi, and placed their trays in the respective area before they made their way back to whoever’s dorm popped up first, pinkies intertwined once again.

The walk was quiet, neither really speaking as they walked through the long hallway filled with different doors. Wakatoshi’s door eventually came up. The two settled inside, the morning sun dimly lighting up the room through Wakatoshi’s curtains. As soon as the door closed (Y/N) wrapped his arms around Wakatoshi, chest to back. His cheek coddled into Wakatoshi, instantly feeling better as Wakatoshi held his hands. The two didn’t talk as they embraced, gentle smiles on both of their faces as they relaxed into each others, and only each others, presence.

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Bet you dont even remember making this request lmao

[murdafact]

PROXY, ticci toby. (pt 3)

summary: tobys obsession with a girl becomes something different

cw: toby breakin into ur dorm room, reader is 19 & in college

word count: 3.1k

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the last few months have been total shit. you've been stuck in a mental hospital for god knows how long.

being stuck in a place where you're deemed mentally ill is terrible, especially when you know the truth.

but thank god you were getting out today. you had to move into the school dorms, but it was better than being in the hospital.

as you stepped outside, you took a deep breath of the fresh air and felt relief wash over your body. you were finally out, and on top of that, slenderman's goons were gone now too. for now at least...you knew they'd be back soon enough. but for now, you wanted to just enjoy your freedom and the little bit of peace that came with it.

you finally reached the dorms after what felt like an eternity of walking, the cold air washing over you as you used your key to open the door.

the kitchen was comfortably modern and cozy, with wood cabinets and monochrome tiles along the walls. somehow, it managed to combine a professional look; chef-quality stainless steel appliances with an old wooden table. in the living room a plush sofa was nestled in front of floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked the field across from where the dorms were held. seems decent enough, right? no. the bedroom was a mess. dirty clothes were strewn about, along with the occasional beer can or food wrapper. the bed was unmade and wrinkled sheets hung off of it in disarray. a desk leaned against one wall, its surface cluttered with papers and other random items that had been shoved there in haste instead of being put away properly. you sighed as you saw someone inside.

"hey, you're (y/n), right? im sabrina. sorry its a mess, i didn't expect you here this early.. let me help you get settled." she smiled, taking the bags. inspecting sabrina, she was a pretty redhead with her hair done up in a messy bun. her pale skin and face had been covered with dark makeup, her blood red lipstick slightly smeared off her lips. she was wearing a simple black tank and some grey sweats, the faint smell of a victorias secret perfume lingering on her body.

slightly taken aback by the stranger, you hesitantly accepted her offer and followed her further inside. she started picking up clothes off of the floor and making the bed across from hers while talking to herself about how it was good that someone had finally moved in since it had been empty for a while now. once she was done cleaning, sabrina stood back and smiled. "there you go." with a grateful smile, you thanked her for her help and she left the room to go about her own activities. as the door closed behind sabrina, you looked around your new living space with relief. everything seemed so much better now, at least for a while it would be.

weeks have passed, you and sabrina had become friends ever since you moved in. she went out to a party with some other people and you just finished studying. as you went to the kitchen, you heard a strange noise coming from the hallway and turned to see him standing in the doorway. he stood there like an ominous shadow, his face unreadable underneath that trademark hoodie and mask. his eyes seemed to burn with the need for something. you shivered at the sight of him, feeling a chill run through you like lightning in my veins as he stepped closer without saying anything. he moved slowly but steadily towards you until you were mere inches apart and you could feel his breath on your skin - cold and metallic against your flesh; it felt oddly calming yet terrifying all at once. your heart was pounding and your hands were shaking, you felt an unseen force pushing you against the wall. suddenly i heard a clink of metal, feeling a cold blade resting on your neck as he pressed in closer. with every passing second his knife edged nearer to puncturing through your fragile skin. in despair, you could only muster up one thought; what do i do now?

you looked up at him, your voice shaking. tears pricked the corners of your eyes as you begged for your life, pleading for him to spare you. your words tumbled out in a jumble – desperate pleas and half-sentences interrupted by sobs that shook through you like an earthquake, rattling every fiber of your being until all that was left was fear and desperation.

you finally thought you were free— safe from him. but here you are, toby's hatchet on the edge of your neck, threatening to draw blood.

pulling down his mask, he laughed maniacally. an awful sound that sent a chill through your body. his laughter was merciless and relentless, as if he were mocking you for your own suffering and weakness. you pleaded with him to stop, begging for mercy but seemingly unheard in the depths of his uncontrollable mirth. his face contorted in glee even as tears rolled down your cheeks; his joy only intensified the desperation and dread you felt at that moment so acutely it seemed like time had frozen around us both forever.

"i-ive been waiting so fucking l-long for this. for you.." toby's words were punctuated by each gasp of breath he took in between his laughter, and you shrank further back against the wall. your heart was pounding so hard i thought it would burst out of my throat, the terror within me obviously noticeable now. "tell me, why do you need anyone else w-when you have me?"

at this, i felt something inside me break. years of fear and trauma were now made manifest in the form of a broken sob that escaped my throat. i wanted to scream at him, to beg for mercy once more, but instead found myself silently shaking my head as tears streamed down my face. toby seemed taken aback by this display, his laughter slowly dying away. he rolled his eyes, "if you w-wont answer me, i'll make you."

toby quickly lifted up his hatchet, hitting you on the head with the back of it. your head was spinning, and then all went black. you felt a sudden shock in your skull that reverberated down through to the tips of your toes. you could no longer feel what was happening, consciousness slowly fading away like smoke in the wind.

he dragged her body through the woods, he was surprised she hadn't woken up by now from her head hitting the uneven ground. when he reached the mansion, it was empty and quiet. slender probably sent everyone on a mission. walking into his room, he threw her onto the bed. tying her hands and legs together in and leaving the room.

he had more important matters to attend to. he wanted her for so long, and finally got her where he wanted her.

toby went and got some rope from the basement, finding some old furniture he could use as a makeshift gag. going to the room, he tied her feet together, then tangled the ropes around her wrists, pulling them tightly behind her back. he stuffed a rag in her mouth and gagged it with tape before securing it in place.

toby hurried back to the basement, where bloody painter and ej had stored their strange experiments. he peered into the glass tanks filled with murky liquids as he hummed a tune. as toby continued to inspect the lab concoctions, something stirred in the back of his mind. (y/n) .. you were so.. perfect.. he thought. he picked up a syringe and a small vial full of clear liquid, ghb, and carefully stuck it into his pocket.

ghb was a popular drug. it was able to completely erase the persons memories once they took it or got it injected into their veins.

perfect..

he made way back to the bedroom, where he had left (y/n). his hands shook with anticipation as he walked closer and closer. he opened the door, to which he saw you still knocked out on the bed. his eyebrows furrowed into a frown, looking at your figure. you still had your pajamas on from the previous hours, your tank and plaid pants along with your dirty socks. he sighed, suddenly feeling a wave of guilt over him. maybe he should just kill you right then and there, just to get it over with. but he couldn't.

god, no. he loved you too much. even though you were just an average teenage girl, he was obsessed. too much to kill you.

just then, he watched as you woke up, your lashes fluttering at him. your eyes widened, seeing his unmasked face. you attempted to scream, until you realized your mouth was stuffed with a gag. "mmmf!" you said, confused. toby just chuckled,

he was about to respond but then suddenly remembered something more important- a plan he had been thinking of for a while. a way for you to forget everything. a way for him to make it seem like he was yours– or like you were his. a dumb, naive girl again. someone who would go under his every command. he pulled out the syringe from his pocket, nearing closer and closer to your neck. you tried pulling away, "stop s-struggling. you'll just make this harder." he said, his voice deep. the cold, pointy metal of the syringe poking at your neck. you felt him slowly stabbing your neck, the metal piercing through your fragile skin he stuck it in deeper, you felt yourself forming tears in the corners of your eyes. "don't cry. it'll be be-better this way." he said, caressing your soft skins, admiring.

you felt the liquid seep into your veins, going through your blood. soon enough, you fell back asleep.

hours have passed. you woke up, noticing you were laid in a bed, being covered by striped blankets. you looked around the room, only being lit by a small desk lamp . you turned your head to the wall and saw a bunch of pictures, seeing a girl in most of them. she looked unsuspected, seeing as she looked like she didn't even know she was being photographed. one was her in a park just reading a book, another while another was while she was sleeping. feeling creeped out, you backed away. you stepped down from the bed, your now bare feet hitting the cold hardwood floor. the wood creaked under you as you stepped, walking to the door. you opened the door, slightly peeking your head out and hearing small chatter. "what? what do you mean you just brought her in? do you know how much trouble we'll be in?!" a man yelled. "i already told him. i h-had this plan for months. and now i can finally go through with it." another spoke.

you backed away into the room, closing the door. you were confused. you felt like you didn't belong, like this wasn't your home. what plan was he talking about? did it include you?

toby and masky were in the kitchen. masky was yelling at toby for bringing someone in, a human girl to be exact. "why the hell is there a girl in your bedroom?" masky asked. "i brought her in. her name is—" "what? what do you mean you just brought her in? do you know how much trouble we'll be in?!" masky yelled. toby sighed, "i already told him. i h-had this plan for months. and now i can finally go through with it."

masky sighed, "you better hope this stupid ass plan works. if it doesn't, boss will kill you and her." he said, looking at him with contempt, then shaking his head and walked away, leaving toby alone.

toby sighed and headed back to the room. opening the door, he saw you cowering in the corner of the bedroom. he sighed. "you're awake." he ran his hand through his hair and sat at the foot of the bed "you don't need t-to be scared anymore. i-i'm safe." he lied. he was a danger to society and he knew it, but he didn't want you attacking and possibly running off. besides, how would you react if he told you he's a wanted serial killer?

you stayed in the corner, trying to decide whether or not you should trust him. you stayed silent for a while, desperately trying to remember him, hell if you even knew him. he could possibly be someone you don't even know. he sighed, turning his head and rolling his eyes. he figured that dealing with someone who lost their memories would be hard.

he started to think of a story, one that would be somewhat believable. "i'm your friend. you remember me, right? my name is t-toby." he said, to which you shook your head. "well, either way, we.. you, um, got into an accident. s-so i took you in!" he lied. you seemed to believe it. "b-but, how..?" you said, your puppy eyes looking at him. "it's a story for another day, are you hungry?" he asked, to which you nodded. you felt drained, mentally and physically.

he walked out the room, to which he was met face to face with hoodie. "tim told me about your little plan. is it going well? is she okay?" he asked. "s-she's none of your concern." he said, walking to the kitchen. "hm." hoodie hummed.

toby prepared a simple meal, and when it was done, he served you. you ate hungrily, finishing the meal in under a minute . "thank you .. " you said, voice calm but soft and quiet. he nodded, taking the plate and going to the kitchen to put it into the sink. he leaned against the marbled counter, wondering how he would deal with you. should he teach you how to be a killer like him, or keep your innocence ?

he decided on the first option. he would rather you to be like him instead of trying to hide you from everything. but, first he would have to make you get comfortable with him first. he sighed, he walked down the hall to clockwork's room, since she was the only one he really spoke to and wouldnt be weirded out from his question.

knocking on the door, he waited a few seconds before she opened the door, her green and clocked eye looking at him. "what?" she spat out, "calm down. i'm just asking for a favour." he asked, "do you have any extra clothes?" he sighed. "uh, yeah. for what?" she asked, walking to her closet and pulling out some shirts and pants from her drawer, "it's for uh.. a girl. dont worry about it." he said, walking inside but looking down at the floor.

clockwork dumped the clothes into his arms, "thanks c." toby said, walking to his room, carefully opening the door so he doesn't drop anything. he walked into you laying on the bed, bored out of your mind. "i'm surprised you didn't leave." he said, dropping the clothes on the bed. "i got you clothes so you can change." you sat up, going through the clothes. you decided on a pair of ripped jeans, a simple burgundy tee shirt and a black zip up jacket. he left the room so you could get changed.

when he left, you swiftly changed into the new clothes, and looked at yourself in a mirror he had nearby. looking at your features, you look exactly like the girl in those pictures. you got chills, but honestly thought nothing of it. he was your friend, right? maybe those pictures were consensual, although you had 0 memory of it. but then again, you had no memories.. you couldn't remember anything.

what a shame.

you shook off the thought and exited his room. were those pictures really you? you thought, walking down the empty halls into a living room, to which you met 2 new people, talking to toby in the dining room.

the first person you noticed was a tall, pale guy, with a slitten smiling face and jet black hair. although the scars were scabbed and seemed to be healing, it was like he was continuing to cut them fresh to keep the smile from healing fully. he was wearing a bloody white hoodie with black jeans and black vans. the other was a short, blonde, elf kid who was bleeding from his dark eye sockets . your head fuzzed, you felt like you could remember him, but you can't place your finger on where.

the pale guy suddenly spoke to toby, looking your figure up and down. "your little girlfriends here." he teased, chucking darkly. you tilted your head, confused. toby walked up to you, "we need to go, i have to train you." "for what?" you asked. "er, for.. fighting. yeah, fighting." he completely lied. you shrugged your shoulders and followed him outside and into an open field behind the house. "here." he gave you a fake knife, since he didn't want to hurt you since you're still a beginner. "i thought you meant fist fighting." you said, looking at the dull blade the knife had. "nope." he said. "try to dodge me." he said, lunging at you quickly, to which you dodged from reflexes and made him miss. "good job, but this is just a start." he smirked under his mask.

oh boy..

eventually, weeks turned into months and you got more comfortable with everyone in the mansion. sure, you made your frenemies, like jeff, or your best friends, like toby, jane and clockwork. you even got little sisters you never had, like sally and lazari.

but, that also means you had to change yourself to fit in with the others. your original (h/c) hair has now been dyed to a (d/h/c). you changed the way you did your makeup, your fashion, you got tattoos from a nearby tattoo shop and scars on your body from previous training with toby or clockwork,and overall changed your personality. you went from a naive girl to an independent woman, you didn't need a man.

although you had that mindset, you and toby started dating a while after you joined him in the mansion.

you were happy with him, and he was happy with you. now he doesn't have to sneak and take pictures of you, he can finally get them consensually whenever he wanted, and he didn't have to hide himself from you. you two went on missions together all the time, killing anyone you saw, and everyone who judged your relationship with him.

the end. ♡

─── 2023 MURDAFACT, do NOT repost as your own.

[goldenempyrean]

Empyrean’s Advent: Day 20

Prompt: “Jeez! Bless you! I think I felt the room shake that time.”

Pairing: Sick Florence Pugh x Reader

Wordcount: 644

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“Of course I get sick during my week off, why wouldn’t I?” Florence groaned sarcastically as she dumped another tissue into the overflowing trashcan beside her, “Ugh! My nose just wont stop running.”

“I know babe, its not fair, is it?” You sympathised. It really wasn’t fair either. Usually whenever Florence got ill, her colds usually gave her no trouble, only really causing some mild sniffles and a light sore throat but this was different. Cold and Flu season in the UK had been especially bad this year, and unfortunately it happened to be particularly bad in the area where you and Flo lived. And so the virus had finally claimed its first victim in your household. Florence was miserable, she truly was, her head hurt and her muscles ached - not to mention the constant burning soreness at the back of her throat.

"I'm sorry, sweetheart." You rest a hand against her forehead, its coolness an immediate remedy for the dull, burning sensation lingering in her skull. It was like her brain was being slowly roasted over a bed of coals. "Is there anything I can do to help?" You offered, draping a thick, warm blanket over Florence as she laid on the sofa, barely able to pay attention to her whichever random movie was playing on the TV infront of her.

Florence thought for a moment before asking, “Do we have an- Hh’iitshiew! Hh-iitishiew! – any decongestant?”

“First of all, bless you. And I don’t think we do but once you’ve fallen asleep, I’ll go out and get you some, anything else?”

“Some more tissues wouldn’t hurt? Im almost out again.” She sighed, gesturing down to the almost-empty box which sat on the floor beneath her.

“You’re really putting a serious dent in the tissue population Flo’ y’know?” You smirked, sitting down on the sofa opposite to her, watching with a grin as she rolled her eyes at your remark.

“Im aware of that.” Her voice is hoarse and nasally as she drags a palm along her brow, “I don’t think I’ve ever been this miserable.”

“I’ve never seen you this sick.”  

A moment of silence stretches on between the two of you. Then, she sighs, and in a small, croaky voice, she admits, "This is the sickest I've ever been. I can barely sit up..."

You sighed, feeling her sickness pulling at your heart strings you decided to get up to get and sit beside her. Running a hand through her messy hair, you helped her sit up a little, “Hopefully you’ll feel better soon.”  

“Yeah..." She turns her face toward yours and nuzzles her nose into your neck, letting you cradle her head upon your shoulder.

It went quite again as you sat there holding her. The room was oddly silent as she settled into your hold, everything was calm for a moment until you Florence began to stir beside you, her breath hitching slightly as she tried to pull away from you.

“Hh-ttshiew! Hheh’TSHHIEW!”  

Florence’s body stiffened against you as she sneezed loudly down into the blanket surrounding her.

“Jeez! Bless you! I think I felt the room shake that time.” You exclaimed, not hiding your surprise at her loud outburst before reaching down to grab the last few tissues from her box and handing them to her.

Your girlfriend gave a moan of discomfort as she blew her nose with the tissues, “I hate this so much. My head feels like it's going to explode.” She whined as she shuffled around slightly so she would be able to lean against your shoulder comfortably, letting herself sigh as she sank into you.

“You’ll be okay sweetie, just try and get some rest and let yourself sleep off this yucky bug, hm?” You said, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead as her eyes fluttered closed, “You’ll feel better soon I promise.”

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New Years Eve/New Years Day

Part 163(TIS)

It’s the last day of the year and everyone is in the living room. They are getting ready to watch the MBC Gayo to celebrate New Year’s Eve.

“I can’t believe they asked us to preform again this year” said nayeon. “Yes, im lucky that I was able to participate too” said mina.

“Our slot should be coming coming out soon” said Jeongyeon.

“Let’s bring out some snacks” says momo as she walks towards the kitchen. Sana and Chaeyoung both follow and begin to bring different types of snacks and placing them on the dining table.

“Sana, can you bring me some chocolate milk” asks Dahyun. “Yeah, let me get that for you” replies sana.

“Look you girls are up next” you say out loud. This gets everyone’s attention and brings them to the living room couch. They all take their seats on the couch or on the floor, facing the large television.

The tv screen turns black and you then see the group appear on the screen. Out comes mina on screen and says

“Hey, boy

Look, I’m gonna make this simple for you

You got two choice

Yes or yes?”

Automatically momo says “yah, mina. Is that what you told y/n when you forced him to fuck you?” Did you say “you got two choice, yes or yes” as she laughs. You turn to mina and see that she is covering her face with her hands out of embarrassment.

“No! I’m that wasn’t me, that was Sharon” cries out mina. “Don’t embarrass her like that momo, its in the past” says jihyo.

“Okay, ill stop” momo replies.

They then continue to watch both performances “Yes or Yes” and Dance the Night Away.” The babies are also excited on seeing their mother perform on stage but are confused that they are in both places. Once the stage is over they talk to each other on how good the performance came out.

Dahyun then says “I wish I could have performed for once, too” with an upset voice. “I’m sorry Dahyun, you’ll get your chance soon, once the baby is born” says Jihyo, trying to comfort her.

“Don’t be upset dahyun, I’m sure you will get more chances to perform for Once” says Nayeon. Some of the members then stand up and try to comfort dahyun.

“Aww poor babies, you’re both sleepy” says mina as she notices that the twins are yawning. “They must be really sleep, it is past their bed time” says Sana. “Yes, you’re right, I might as well put them down to sleep” replies Mina.

“Why don’t we all sleep together here in the living room” says jihyo. “That is a great idea, we can put down the padded mats on the floor and use it to sleep” says Nayeon. “That sounds fun” comments Tzuyu.

“That does sound like fun. What do you two say” as Mina looks at the twins for approval. Jisoo then shakes her hand on the couch and Chaeyoung comments “i think Jisoo likes that idea.”

“Okay, it’s settled. Bring out the mats and y/n if you can move the couches a bit farther to make space” says Jihyo as she asks the girls and you bring out the mats from the storage room.

Both Jihyo and Mina get the kids ready while you and the members set everything up. Dahyun then makes a small section where they babies can sleep comfortably.

Once everything is ready the members go back to their rooms and bring out pillows and blankets. They throw them, making a large pile.

The babies then come out and are ready to sleep. They are placed in the secured area and tucked in. The members in the other hand rush back and get changed into their sleep ware.

It is 11:45 pm and the babies are deep asleep, the lights of the living room are dimmed down to make sure the kids don’t wake up.

The girls are at the dining table preparing some apple cider to celebrate with. You on the other hand are taking out a bowl of washed grapes. “We forget that you have a custom of eating grapes when new years arrives right y/n” asks Chaeyoung. “Yeah, I used to do this a lot with my family. We ate a grape for every month and make a wish” you replied.

It’s 11:59pm and all of you are counting down the remaining minute. “Can’t believe we are going to welcoming new years as a family” says nayeon.

“Yeah, we are going to be busy soon” says Jihyo. “What do you mean? asks Mina.

“Look only five more seconds” points out Chaeyoung.

11:59:55pm

11:59:56pm

11:59:57pm

11:59:58pm

11:59:59pm

12:00:00 am

“Happy New Year!!” softly yell the members as the welcome 2019.

They hug each other, drink their cider and begin to make their wishes with every grape they eat.

“I wish to preform in front of Once soon” says Dahyun.

Jihyo hears this and says “your wish might come sooner than expected” replies Jihyo.

It’s 1:00am and all the members are asleep. Mina and Jihyo are sleeping next to their children and Dahyun on the soft couch. The rest of the members are on the patted mat. You’re sleeping next to Nayeon as she is holding onto you. Chaeyoung and Tzuyu are cuddling each other and so is momo and sana. Jeongyeon on the other hand is farthest from you as she mentioned that “I am not going to sleep with 5 feet from you.”

You all welcome the new year with a snowfall as it covers the ground with a blanket of white snow.

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A/N two things guys, firstly im so sorry at how long this chapter took, i struggle to write actual romance when its direct, especially when i know i want it to lead to something with a little heat, but i actually am a little proud of this one and hope yall like this chapter and it doesn't seem too out of character. Secondly, yall this is the end! i think i might write a few blurbs from Simon or Johnny's perspective from a few chapters. Thirdly ( i lied sorry) I would love to write anything for yall, send me ideas or comment directly on this post and ill see what i can do <3 thank yall so much for the support yall have offered this whole time!

  They nearly collapsed into the SUVs. Simon surprisingly tolerated being piled on by Johnny who now that they were away from prying eyes,  hadn't let go of either of them and instead pulled Badger down on to him to the point that Badger felt like he might be crushing him. Johnny didn't complain. 

   It was a long ride and Simon kept shaking them awake keeping them from falling asleep so soon after being concussed. The medic had insisted on at least two hours of them staying awake and monitored before they could simply go to sleep. Badger understood the reason but lamented the ability to sleep as soon as they hit the hotel room. 

    Johnny mindlessly filled the silence with conversation on nearly anything but he did seem to be avoiding speaking about the mission and he didn't ask Badger what had happened on overwatch that they nearly had to pull out. Instead though he did take to running a gentle but firm hand over the arm that he had trapped in his grasp. Badger hummed and nodded along to what Johnny was saying but he mostly paid attention to the passing city, he was counting cars and noting landmarks that they drove past. Johnny grumbled something at Simon when he started to fall off from speaking, and he twisted about in his position in the middle to nearly lay in both of their laps before he continued speaking. He had put his legs across Badgers lap and had pulled the arm he trapped previously to his chest playing with his fingers rather than his arm, he put his head down on Simon's lap and looked up at him as he spoke, Badger was a little surprised to see a gloved hand come to settle on Johnny's collar. 

   It was another short while before they came to a rolling stop in front of a nice looking hotel that stretched high, the driver brought them to a side door instead of the front entrance and slipped them hotel room keys and explained that Laswell had set them up and for them to have a goodnight. 

    They each had been handed a key with instructions to the way up to the rooms and the reassurances that the building was safe and secure. The additional Sentries and assurances that no one else was permitted on their floor had Badgers shoulders relaxing a tad. It would be nice to get some actual rest and not have to worry about watching his or the others backs for one night. 

    He was listening to the Handler intently as he spoke to them but caught that Simon had leaned down to whisper into Johnny's ear while looking almost anxious over to him as they spoke. Badger chose to ignore that for right now.

    Once the Handler dismissed them Simon took the lead to the floor that contained their rooms, Badger focused on the three doors that were close to each other but painfully separate. He knew logically that they should have their own rooms, that it not only would be necessary when whatever resources Laswell at her disposal clearly wasn't limited, it would be improper for the three of them to share a room without it being necessary. Separate. It had to be fine. 

   He was focused on trying to ignore his feelings of anxiety that he missed the look the Simon and Johnny shared before they offered pleasantries before stepping into their own rooms. 

   Badger's room was quaint, neat and tidy, specifically unlived in. He felt out of place, the niceties of the room were a source of anxiety rather than comfort. He could feel the grime of the day and mission as thin film over himself, he could only imagine staining anything that he touched in here. There was a duffle bag set on the end of the bed closest to the door. He carefully lifted it from the bed and dumped the contents of it on the overly lit counter of the restroom. 

   It was simple enough, several changes of clothes, a small first aid kit and a fresh pack of cigarettes. He hummed with approval plucking the pack from the collection of clean clothes and stepped from the restroom to pull the balcony door open.

   It was a small balcony, almost small enough to not deserve the name, it barely seemed to fit him, especially with the tacky lone bar chair propped to overlook the ledge and built-in counter. It took him a moment to get situated but eventually he fit himself in the corner without the chair and instead leaned against the wall with one of the disposable paper cups as an ashtray. He was  halfway through a cigarette and staring blankly at the stucco walls that made the balcony private when timid knocks on the door reached him. 

   He turned slowly to face the door in full and took the cigarette away from his lips waiting to see if the knocking would continue. It did, of course. Badger put out the cigarette in the makeshift ashtray and walked to the door, checking in the peep hole to see that it was Johnny with hair damp and fresh clothes knocking at the door.

   Badger froze for the moment and checked the time, it had been almost an hour since they've arrived here, almost an hour of him not cleaned up, sitting in the dark and zoning out staring at a wall, while Johnny at least had the common sense to clean up and he could only imagine that Simon had too. 

   “Badger?” Johnny called through the door to him, he was staring again and hadn't opened the door. “Badger I know you're standing at the door, open up” It was lighthearted but he could hear the concern lacing his voice. He took a breath and passed his hands over his front trying to look a little neat, he was still in his vest. Fuck. Johnny called out for him louder this time, and the door handle shook a little with his effort. He was bringing too much attention. He opened the door suddenly, Johnny's hand raised to knock on it and he looked startled suddenly looking back at him instead of the door.

   Badger looked down at Johnny, he should say something, put him at ease. Instead he stared frozen like a statue blocking the entrance into the still dark hotel room staring down at Johnny who seemed equally stuck. 

   “What's wrong Badge?” His voice was whispered, and he turned away from Badger to look down the halls at the sentries provided by Laswell's people. Badger shook his head trying to coalesce any thought instead of the fog that seemed to have settled in his mind since stepping into the too neat, too clean, too nice hotel room. 

   “Nothings wrong Johnny, why are you here?” Badger was surprised at how steady his voice had sounded, Johnny turned back to him his face was pinched with his own thoughts, his brow furrowed and his eyes seemed to bore into his own. 

   “Why are you still in your vest?” Johnny's hand came up to pull on one of the straps on the front of the vest, He pushed Badger into the room and he followed. He paused looking around the room, and his eyes settled on the counter that was the only source of light in the room right now. “Are you okay?” Johnny questioned as he went over to the counter that Badger had dumped the duffle bag on, he noticed that Johnny had his own that was settled at the door just out of sight. Badger stayed silent watching him as he was neatly putting everything back in his duffle before handing it to him. 

   “We’re going to Simon” Johnny smoothed his hands over Badger's arm before leading him towards his own door before collecting his own bag and leading them to Simon's door. Johnny didn't have to knock, Simon had opened the door right as they were reaching it. Badger looked down the hall before stepping in. Both the sentries in sight were staring pointedly in different directions or out windows, specifically not in their directions. Johnny pulled on his vest again to lead him in the room. 

   Simon stepped back to the table that was pushed against the wall where he meticulously disassembled all of his gear and had the contents of his duffle bag set out neatly for inspection. It was clear that he had been going over it before they interrupted. Except they hadn't. Simon seemed to have known they would be standing there. Badger chose to ignore that too. 

   Badger's eyes settled on Simon taking him in noting the significant lack of gear hadn't taken too much away from his bulk. He was wearing very similar lounge wear  to Johnny and Badger presumed that he too had a set tucked away in the duffle. Although unlike Johnny who was wearing a tight short sleeve with his sweats Badger could see the looser collar of a long sleeve under the wider collar of the hoodie that had ‘Lt. Reily’ stitched into the breast.

   Simon caught Badger's eye looking him over before he flicked his eyes over to Johnny then back to him. 

   “There's hot water” Simon announced to them, he was focused  intently on Badger, but Badger simply felt foggy again. Like he wasn't there. He wanted to be there. Instead he hummed in acknowledgment and stood dumbly watching them stare at him. Simon and Johnny shared another  look before Simon took a step towards him removing the bag from his hands, his fingers were warm against his. He wasn't wearing gloves. Badger took another moment to look Simon over. 

   He wasn't wearing gloves obviously, but he also was wearing a balaclava cut similar to what they all had worn in Mexico though he was missing the eye black. He had pretty blond lashes. He was speaking at him. 

   “Badge why don't you follow Johnny, yeah?” Simon urged as he set the bag down on the desk beside his own and he too started to root about the bag. Badger was distracted from his staring when Johnny's warm grasp pulled him towards the restroom.

   This restroom had slightly better lights, less overwhelmingly bright and more warm lighting. Johnny was speaking to him lowly but he was having a hard time following along, though he was sharply pulled back to the conversation as Johnny worked on pulling his vest off. Badger had flashed out to grab at Johnny's wrist, he tried to keep his grasp from being bruising especially when he watched Johnny flinch in surprise. 

   “I got it.”  It came out more as a broken grunt than anything else, but he tried to smile down at Johnny to reassure that he wasn’t mad. He just had to be the one. He needed then control, otherwise it would feel like it was being torn from him again leaving him open for attacks. He was safe here. He took a deep breath. 

   “Okay,” Johnny nodded back to him and stepped to the shower, turning it on and placing his hand in the water stream testing the temperature before turning back to Badger, who'd now managed to peel off most of his gear and harnesses trying and failing at putting them down in a neat manner. Johnny simply took them from him, and pressed his shoulder into his arm for a moment, just trying to be close. “I'll have Simon work on these while you're in the shower” And he stepped out leaving Badger alone. He didn't want to be alone. 

   He frowned momentarily watching as the door clicked shut after Johnny stepped out, and he turned back towards the now fogging mirror barely catching a glimpse of his own face. He looked rugged, dirty and exhausted. His forehead was patched up with actual stitches this time and his nose was taped again. He tore his gaze away and focused on undressing trying his best to ignore the multitude of angry red and deep purple bruises covering most of his body, especially trying to glance over the largest that centered on where his plate had stopped the close range shot from the AQ Solider that pulled one on him. 

   The shower was scalding and he took care to keep his face directly out of the shower at Simon's reminder tossed from the other side of the door. He scrubbed vigorously at his skin to the point that is was raw, stinging under the heat of the water and he was rougher than he needed to be washing his hair scratching at his scalp feeling the film of grime that seemed to have collected all over his body leasing its grip on him to slip into the drain.

   The water turned cold. And he snatched the handle to stop the water. He could hear his breathing picking up slightly and tore at the shower curtain to escape the claustrophobic walls of the cold tile. 

   The warm air of the steam greeted him when the curtain was thrown open. His breathing calmed again.

   A towel had been set out for him on the toilet seat and there was a change of clothes on the counter. He made quick work of drying himself and dressing, thankful to whoever Laswell  had packed the bags that the clothes had been a bit loose on him. 

   He stepped from the restroom and glanced Simon and Johnny out on the balcony chatting, they were overlooking the city line joking with each other quietly. 

   He moved to join them but caught himself in a mirror that was on a closet door. Or rather more specifically he caught the stitching on the sweater he had previously put on carelessly. The neat little stitching of “Lt. Riley” not his name. He looked out to the balcony again to where Simon, in just the long sleeved undershirt, turned ever so slightly from where he was speaking to Johnny to watch him. He nodded his head in a silent invite to join them on the patio. Simon's balcony was significantly bigger than the one in his own room, but it was similarly blocked in by stucco walls although it lacked the tacky built-in counter and lone chair. Instead it boasted two monotoned modern deck chairs with an equally too nice table between them. It was a quiet little sitting area. 

   Badger settled himself into one of the chairs on the balcony, Simon and Johnny who had been standing at the ledge looked over to him before Simon offered Badgers own pack of cigarettes to him. Badger made a face of false annoyance before reaching out to take one out of the pack.

   “Do you have a light?” Badger raised the cigarette to his lips and looked over at them expectantly, both of them had their own lit cigarettes hanging from their lips. Simon's mouth curled up in a smirk before nodding down at Johnny. A devious look slid onto his face as he pushed off from where he was leaning on the ledge to waltz over into Badgers space. 

   He stopped right in front of him, settled in between Badger's knees from where he previously was settled rather comfortably in his deck chair. Now he was tense at having him stand between his knees and was looking up at Johnny confused, he started to sit up a bit straighter pulling back from the situation. Johnny's hand on his shoulder stopped him and he leaned down towards him. 

   “Johnny don't tease the poor bastard that much.” Simon's voice was teasing as he watched from the wall, taking a deep drag and flicking the ash over the wall. “Give him a light first at least”

   Badger was sent back to the last time Johnny had pushed this close to him on the rooftop of the Mexican special forces base only a few days ago. It felt like a lifetime. 

   Johnny was humming to pull his attention back from the memory, he could feel his face heat under his gaze. Johnny was looking at him asking for permission, that much was clear. Badger nodded at him and leaned in a bit closer to touch his smoke to Johnny's. But instead he was pushed back into his seat and a comfortable weight settled on his lap, then his cigarette was lit and he felt like he was sputtering and his face felt ablaze. 

   Johnny looked proud as he settled in Badgers lap, pulling his hand to help support his spot and keep him steady. Johnny's own hands slipped around Badger's waist as he leaned forwards to rest his head on Badger's shoulder, looking over towards Simon, who looked rather pleased as he moved to stand behind the chair that Badger was now trapped on.

   “You're not very subtle” Simon complained as he settled  his hand on Badger's opposite shoulder, the other pulling on Badger's chin lifting it so that their eyes made contact. He had slid his mask up further onto his face, showing off a wolfish grin that was complimented by a scar crossing over his lips. 

    Johnny laughed, pulling back and taking a drag of his cigarette, blowing the smoke into Badger's face, the same devious smile gracing his lips as he did so. 

   “I'm not trying to be. You've seen how daft he can be.” Johnny leaned towards Simon as he spoke, before turning back to Badger taking another drag before he continued to speak. “You've seen how he stares, plus I think he could use a bit of a distraction” 

   Badgers took a nervous drag of his smoke, eyes darting between the two men as Johnny leaned closer and closer as he spoke.  He could feel his hands that held his waist caressing as he spoke. He was glad for the reassurance. 

   Badger just barely caught Johnny's glace flickering upwards to Simon before he watched him take a final drag of his cigarette before suddenly warm and only just barely chapped lips locked with his. He hummed into the kiss as the taste of tobacco and something specifically Johnny reached him, he could feel Simon's hand that he had forgotten on his jaw petting at him lightly. 

   Johnny pulled back only when Simon's fingers carded through his hair and tugged him back slightly, the sound he made was absolutely sinful. Badger tightened his grip on him, sliding his hands from his waist to his hips and thigh. 

   “You're hoggin” Simon chastised, his hand sliding down from his hair to run his thumb over Johnny’s lip, tugging it lightly. Simon's other hand that had been cradling Badger's jaw pulled him further from Johnny, tipping his chin upwards so that it was easier for Simon to catch his lips in a heated kiss. 

   He was nipping at Badger's lips and when he let out a soft gasp Simon licked into his mouth, he could taste the smoke lingering from before and quickly became distracted chasing it.

   Simon's hand wandered from Johnny and onto Badger's chest, wandering gently before Johnny had caught his hand and slipped it under the collar of his sweater to  press it to where he could feel Badger's thunderous heartbeat. A coy laugh escaped from Johnny as he watched Simon step closer pulling them both to him slightly in possession. 

   Another gasp escaped Badger as Johnny was squirming on his lap, his eyes pleading for attention again from either of them. Simon nipped at his lip a final time being careful of Badger's split lip before he leaned forwards pulling Johnny to meet him. 

   His hand slid up from his heart to settle back loosely on his throat and was caressing while his other was tugging into Johnny's hair yet again. Johnny lurched forwards to try to get closer to Simon. Badger quickly clung to him pulling him further onto his lap to keep him from falling and simply to keep him still, his constant squirming was going to cause a problem he certainly didn't have the energy for in that moment. 

   Badger watched them as they kissed, bouts of rough clicking of teeth to soothing laves of tongue over harsh bites. Entranced.

   He's not certain how long they all had been trading kisses and soft touches but Badger was simply having a hard time just keeping his eyes open, and Johnny was slouching tiredly into both of them. 

   “I think it's time for some real rest” Simon was tugging at a lazily protesting Johnny from Badger. He was complaining of the cold and that he was comfortable and wanted to stay put. Badger was surprised when Simon simply lifted Johnny up and deposited him on the large bed that the hotel suite boasted.

   Badger watched them from his spot on the balcony chair as he pulled on the sweater he was wearing trying to keep some of the warmth that Johnny had provided. He felt a lazy smile tugging on his lips as he watched Johnny try to pull Simon down in the bed dramatically only to be foiled when Simon shoved one of the numerous pillows in his face instead as he told him to wait. 

   Simon made his way back to Badger, his mask tugged back down over what was definitely bruised lips but little chilled puffs of breath escaped him as he stepped back to Badger. 

   He stood between his knees just like Johnny had before he sat down on him, Badger chuckled before meeting Simon's eyes.

   “I don't know if I can hold you right now if you sit on me” it came out in a joking laugh, as he reached out to grasp at one of Simon's hands that seemed frozen at his side, Simon was staring at his chest. He looked down to where Simon was staring at the ‘Lt. Riley” stitched into the sweater. Badger felt his lazy smile falter a moment.

   “I'll give it ba-” 

   “I think you should keep it.” Simon interrupted him and he could just barely see the rosiness of a blush reach the bridge of his nose. 

   “Alright” Badger whispered, running his thumb over his knuckles. Simon flipped the grip and started to pull him up and once Badger was standing he was tugged into a tight hug and he felt cold hands slip under the hem of the sweater to rest on his lower back and a face press into the top of his head. They stood like that for a while. 

   “Oi! It's baltic here alone, come ere’” Johnny protested from his spot in the bed, the look he tossed them looking down right threatening if they took too long. Badger hummed as Simon chuckled and led him inside and shutting the sliding door of the balcony and closing the curtains. He pushed Badger towards the bed before he disappeared into the restroom with a promise of only being a few moments. 

   Johnny didn't give Badger a moment to hesitate getting into the bed and instead pulled him down under the covers before clicking the lamp off and curling into him. The only light left in the room came from what filtered in under the restroom door. Johnny settled himself on Badger's chest,  he tucked his face into the crook of his neck and his hand settled on his jaw caressing. Badger grunted in surprise at how fast Johnny had made himself comfortable but took in stride to hold him close. 

   “I'm glad you're safe” Johnny spoke into his neck and his thumb swiped over the split on his lip gently. His voice sounded watery, and Badger pulled him closer and hoped he would take comfort in the rumbling of his chest as he spoke.

   “I'm glad you're safe too, that we all are.” He turned his head so that he could press his lips into Johnny's hair and he ran his hand down his back. He could feel Johnny fall asleep, slowly relaxing into him more and his breath evening, Badger was feeling the pull of sleep too until he felt the bed dip next to him. 

   He tried to sit up a little disoriented and sluggish until a gentle hand pushed him back down. 

   “Shhh, Badge, go back to sleep.” Simon's voice was soothing and Badger nodded in the dark, it was hard to see anything in the room. He felt lips brush the top of his head and the movement to his side settled, Johnny had mumbled in his sleep, adjusting himself so that he was also pressed into Simon. A hand settled on Badger's hip and tugged him a bit closer.

   “You'll stay?” Simon's hand tightened on Badger's hip as the hesitant question escaped him. And for once Badger didn't have to think, there was no reason to. 

  “Of course”  and it was Badgers turn to pull them both close.

Thirdly ( i lied sorry) I would love to write anything for yall, send me ideas or comment directly on this post and ill see what i can do <3 thank yall so much for the support yall have offered this whole time!

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"Don't feel bad if you puke this up. At least you tried to keep it down." from the sick prompts for uhhh JoJo looking after Elmer please? 👀👉👈

I will no doubt request them again in future prompts I love them and how you write them-

Hello!! Ahh thank you! and Ty for the prompt I love writing them!! I hope this is okay!

The floor of the lodging house was hard and had left JoJo with more splinters than he could count but he sat on it anyway, knees digging into the uneven floor boards as he insistently pushed a bowl of soup toward Elmer who was sat up in his bed, looking miserable as he stared down at the brown lumpy water JoJo claimed was edible.

“Don’t feel bad if you puke this up.” JoJo said, and he tapped the metal bucket at the end of his bed with his foot as if to remind Elmer it was there if he needed it. “At least you tried to keep it down.”

Elmer stared up at JoJo, and then back down at the soup he held out in front of him.

Soup was a kind word for it really.

“You make it?” Elmer asked.

“Yeah.”

“I’m definitely gonna puke it up.”

If Elmer hadn’t been sick, JoJo would’ve hit him with his hat but he guessed the silver lining of being aggressively ill was being exempt from the hat hits.

“Don’t gotta be rude about it.” JoJo said as he sat back on his heels. “And Kloppman don’t know I got into the kitchen so don’t gotta tell ‘im about it either.”

“He’s gonna find out ‘imself when half the lodge house got food poisoning.”

JoJo rolled his eyes, the way he always did when Elmer said stupid things, it was getting so frequent now he wondered if it would be worth it to have ‘em stuck that way like Finch always told him they would be if he did it often enough (like he was one to talk.)

“Well I ain’t givin’ it to the whole lodge house I’m givin’ it to you.”

“You’re tryna kill me.”

JoJo rolled his eyes again. Didn’t even grace the statement with an answer, but that just meant that Elmer kept goin’ cause no one stopped him.

“You’re tryna get rid a’ me an’ you’re gonna act all sad at the funeral while you steal my fortune.”

JoJo snorted. “What fortune? Your shoelace collection with three laces?”

“Four now. Stole one’ve Race’s the other nigh-“

His sentence was interrupted as a violent cough wracked his body and JoJo jumped forward resting a hand on his upper back, bowl of soup forgotten on the floor. With his other hand he grabbed the metal bucket left at the side of the bed and held it up, just in case, but it was only a moment before his body shook through once and his breathing settled again, cheeks red and flushed, eyes watery and a little dazed.

JoJo searched Elmer’s face and wished that one of the older boys would come back soon because they knew what they were doing better than he did. They helped more sick boys through the night than JoJo could count on one hand.

“You okay?” He asked.

“M’okay.” Elmers voice was a little ragged when he spoke, but he cleared his throat and tried again, thankfully sounding a little better on the second attempt. He smiled sheepishly at him.

“I might try some of that soup now.”