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its-time-to-write · 2 years ago

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Thank you so much for the response to my request <3. the fic was better then I could have hoped!!!!

I have a new request (but feel free to focus on the story themes you were wanting to do!), I have been really wanting to see a Jamie fic where he takes care of sick reader. Could be period or illness (no preference) and Jamie has no idea how to help but tries his best. I think its a cute idea

Can't wait to read more of your fics!

Thank you so much for requesting!! Literally love when people ask me to write things. Also, apparently everyone loves a sickfic because my other one has the most notes of everything I’ve written. Anyway, here’s your fic!

there’s orange juice in the kitchen

You are not sure of much, but you know one thing: you’re in pain. It’s 2am, and you’ve gotten a grand total of two hours of sleep. You’ve given up on laying in your bed and have filled up your bath with hot water, bubbles, and bath salts. Lots of bath salts. Your abdomen feels like it’s shredding itself and you suppose, technically speaking, it is. You’re just relieved that tomorrow is the weekend and you don’t have to slog through a work day, white-knuckling these absolutely ripping period cramps.

You don’t have regular periods like, ever, and your doctor’s concerned about your fertility. You remember waving it off with the statement, “That’s a problem for another day.” Thing is, that was just a cop-out. You didn’t want to think about it for a single second because then it would become real, and you make it a personal point never to complain about a period no matter how brutal it is because at least it’s something and never mind that your last one was four months ago, you’re ok. You have a good life and good people and you’re fine.

It’s just the principle, you know? The desire of choice.

The hormones don’t help either.

But anyway, you’re in your tiny bath trying to soothe the pain you’re in, trying to make yourself tired enough to fall asleep once you get out. You breathe, in, out. In, out.

You’re up till 6am when you finally doze off.

—

You wake up in a sweaty haze. You’re in soft pants and a large t-shirt, on top of your sheets rather than in them. You reach for your phone then pull your legs in with a sharp gasp. You’re still in pain.

It subsides so you reach again and check the time. 9:01. You groan. Three hours of dubious sleep is not enough. You have a missed text from Sam (remind me which brand of kitchenware you use?) two missed texts from Keeley (look at this absolutely adorable puppy! Attached: 1 Image), and a missed call from Jamie.

Ah, right. Jamie.

Your boyfriend.

Who you were supposed to meet for breakfast exactly sixteen minutes ago.

Shit.

You call him back and he answers on the first ring.

“Hey love!” he says. “You alright? Not like you to miss breakfast.”

You grimace. “I uh, I wasn’t feeling well last night and I haven’t slept very good. I forgot to text you. Didn’t fall asleep until 6.”

“A.M.?” Jamie asks and you reply to the affirmative. He lets out a long “shiiit,” followed by a, “how contagious are you?”

“For you? Not very,” you say. “For another girl, incredibly contagious, although some say that’s an old wive’s tale.”

Jamie is silent in confusion, then- “Ohh, I get it! You’re not sick-sick, you’re on your fucking period.”

You chuckle, despite remaining curled up on your side.

“Yes,” you reply, “My fucking period. I feel nauseous and tired and I am bleeding so. Much. It’s like my body’s making up for the last four months of nothing.”

Jamie’s silent for a moment and you internally cringe, kicking yourself for over sharing. You haven’t been together that long, about a month and a half, and he doesn’t need to know that about you. He’s a famous footballer, after all, and a guy’s guy. Probably gets grossed out about periods and stuff.

Then he says, “Can I come over? I’ll bring food,” and your worries almost completely evaporate.

“As long as you don’t care about how disgusting I am or the fact that I hurt a lot, sure,” you say. “I’ll leave the door unlocked.”

—

Jamie’s at your flat in 40 minutes, which is fast considering how much food he walks in with. He’s brought a bag of Chinese takeout, plus two overflowing grocery bags.

“This is for now, these are for later,” he explains. He’s in a pink sweatshirt with matching shorts and socks, and maybe it’s the damned hormones again but he looks hot. His hair is pushed back with a headband and you want him to fuck you. You don’t think you can convince him, though, what with the blood. And the fact that he’s Jamie fucking Tartt. And that he probably doesn’t do shit like that because it’s gross.

Your brain whispers, but he’s here, isn’t he? so you just push that thought down to live with other scary ones like, I will never have kids, or I’m going to live with this pain for the rest of my life.

Jamie is oblivious to this, just pulling everything out of the bags and chattering on. He’s kicked off his trainers near the door, and he hasn’t made any comments about the fact that you’ve wrapped a blanket around your shoulders like a shroud, or that your hair is in the messiest bun in the history of the world. Not the sexy, reader-insert fan fiction type of messy bun, either. Just an I-did-not-get-anywhere-NEAR-enough-sleep-last-night messy bun.

“-and me mum always drank orange juice, swore it helped with bloating or hydration or somethin’, I don’t really know, but I got some of that too and this tea that’s supposed to help with cramps, and also a shit-ton of chocolate because I didn’t know which kind was your favorite. I was thinking we can sit on the couch and watch a movie or play Animal Crossing or some shit while eating the takeout, then I can cook you a proper fucking meal later. Coach always says it’s important to have a balanced meal when you’re under the weather, and I think it applies to this too.” He stops when he notices you just looking at him. “You alright, babe?”

“Yeah, I just- why did you get all this?” you blurt out.

For the first time since you’ve known him, Jamie looks unsure of himself. “I dunno. I mean, I do know. You didn’t sound great over the phone, and Keeley’s always telling me to fucking listen to other people, and me mum was always the same on her period so I used to get her the things she wanted all the time. And-” he takes a breath, “and I picked up on what you said. The fuckin’ four-months shit. That ain’t good babe. Even I know that. And, we haven’t been together that long, but I’m pretty fucking sure you know that too, and I wanted to let you know I’m sorry.”

You’re momentarily fixed on the way he says certain words. Keeleh. Sorreh. It’s sweet, for some reason, and it causes a dull ache in your chest. You realize what he’s actually said to you and that ache deepens. You’d kiss him if you weren’t sure your breath was gross.

So instead, you settle for nodding and staring at your kitchen wall. That’s because option one is kissing and option two is crying. You can’t do either right now.

A traitor tear slips out your eye anyway, and you hope Jamie won’t see it. He does.

“Hey, hey.” He comes around the counter and pulls you into a hug, blanket shroud, messy bun, and all. “Love. It’s alright. It’s alright. You’re not alone, and we’re going to go sit on the couch and eat as much food as we can and then pass out, alright? We’re not going to think about anything else except what’s right in fuckin’ front of us.”

“That was,” you sniff, “weirdly philosophical. And very sweet. And I’m sorry for being disgusting.”

Jamie pulls away from you, and you think this is the first time he’s realized how gross you are.

“Don’t say that shit, babe,” he says, and you laugh before you realize he isn’t joking.

“I’m serious,” he continues. “You might feel disgusting, but you aren’t. You smell like fucking lavender, for Christ’s sake. Your pajamas are clean, and so’s your hair. Might be fuckin’ messy right now, but me mum also taught me to braid, so it’s nothing that can’t be fixed.”

You pull him back against you and let some more tears come out.

“Why are you being so nice,” you ask, voice muffled through his sweatshirt.

“Oh, dunno,” he replies, hint of a smile in his voice, “Think you’re fit. I like shower sex. You pick.” He pauses. “Maybe both. Heard that it can help with cramps.”

You laugh wetly into his chest. He’s warm and comforting, and so completely not what you expected him to be. You both stand in the kitchen for another minute, his cheek resting on your head before he says, “Oi, you hungry?”

“God, yes,” you say, “I could eat a fucking horse.”

“Good.” Jamie picks up the bulging bag of takeout and a roll of paper towels. “Lead the way, babe.”

—

It’s not until much later, after you’ve eaten, watched a movie, and showered (and all that implies) that you realize you’re finally tired. Finally calm. You let yourself relax on your bed in Jamie’s arms, breathing in his clean smell. In, out. In, out. By the third breath, you’re asleep.

#jamie tartt x reader #jamie tartt fanfiction #jamie tartt imagine #jamie tartt x y/n #jamie tartt x you #jamie tartt #ted lasso

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kentosbabes · 2 years ago

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Eren being sick and you going to look after him :( This was very much just a ramble feeding into my delusions so I hope it's okay!

You and Eren have only been dating for a month or so, you'd often only meet up before or after work with him still in his suit and tie and answering angry phone calls from clients. His obsession with work meant Eren never took time to himself and only overindulged in meetings and paperwork. Of course he tried to make time for you, going on dates and taking you shopping but his job would always get in the way ending your time with him short with a quick 'I'm sorry ma' its work I promise ill spend the night next time 'kay? I'll tell you when I'm home' and a soft kiss on the cheek before he's rushing out your front door. He often also over compensated with gifts sending you flowers and designer bags in attempts to make up for lost time. You didn't mind much as you know how much his job meant to him and the time with him was special. You just wished he'd take some time off and look after himself.

Yet today when you turned up at his office you find it empty and his assistant rushing around the building you were questioning everything. He never misses work. Its all he does. You rush up to his assistant Armin but he doesn't even allow you to speak and just says

'He called in sick with a cold. Sounded bad but now I have to run the whole business and I cant find the damn stapler' he groans rummaging through boxes in Eren's office.

Usually he's so prepared and calm, apparently not today. You just nod and wish him luck before spotting the stapler handing it to him and heading out hearing Armin's relief behind you. Although you didn't like Eren being sick this was the perfect opportunity to spoil him. You head to the nearest shop and grab medicine, ingredients for soup and other things to help soothe him. Before you know it your standing outside the door of his penthouse ringing the bell. Eren opens the door wrapped in a blanket with a pack of tissues in his hands.

'oh hey' he says.

'hey, I'm sorry I heard you were sick and you weren't answering your phone so I just thought Id come and help I dont mean to intru-' you start blabbering and before you can finish Eren pulls you inside.

'I'm so glad your here' he says nuzzling into you. You simile and hold him for a while, running your fingers through his hair not caring about catching his illness only focusing on spoiling your boyfriend. After noticing the bags you brough Eren helps you put the ingredients and things away. After its done you place your palm on his forehead in attempt to check his temperature.

'Eren you so cold! come on you need a bath' you say pulling him to the bathroom. You dismiss his groans and begin to run a bath with bubble bath and lighting some candles while he sits on the counter starting at you.

'I'm not that sick' He says

'Eren your struggling to breathe, your freezing cold and you look like you haven't slept' you say rolling his eyes at his attempts to pretend he's perfectly fine. 'Let me look after you for once. please. I promise you'll feel better. I'll make you feel good'

'mhm I bet you will baby' Eren says before he's sneezing like crazy.

'come on love get in' you say ignoring his comments and starting to help him out of his clothes

'only if you join me' Eren winks at you. You know he wont leave it alone. 'Fine' you say before taking off your own clothes and getting in behind him his body barely fitting in the tub. You lavish him in soap slowly massaging it into his back and shoulders getting out all of the knots while he just groans and lays his head back on your shoulder allowing all of his stresses to fade away.

Once your finally out of the bath and ensure his temperature is back to normal, his body is too relaxed to do anything but sleep so you just help him change and get him into his bed.

'stay' he says with his eyes half shut clinging onto your body 'please'

'okay' you say glad you finally get to stay with him for a night. You cuddle up next to him under the covers and he nuzzles into your shoulder.

'I really like you' He begins blabbering in his delirious state 'like, really like you'. You only giggle in response running your fingers through his long brown hair. he hums at the feeling 'I like when you do that. Dont stop'.

'Dont ever leave me'

'Never'

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artickroyale · 3 years ago

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occultist weirdo.

bakugo x goth!male!reader

req: me

desc: bakugo has a secret friend...thats the complete opposite of him!! (you're like 5'11-6'0, shy and really good at crane games. you go to shiketsu in this)

you knocked on baukgos window. you saw him turn his head and he ran to the window, unlocking and opening it. you jumped inside.

'(last name!) what the hell!?' bakugo was whisper shouting right in your face. you laughed and pat his head, ruffling his hair. you let go and sat on his bed.

'sorry, sorry. i just wanted to talk to you..and i couldn't find my phone...and...' you trailed off, your head looking away from the fierce katsuki.

'well good thing im here then. your dumbass would've been waiting outside all night, huh?' he sighed and sat down next to you. suddenly, you both heard a loud voice.

'KATSUKI! GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE, ITS ALREADY PAST 18:30! (6:30 if i was right)'

'SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU OLD HAG, IM GETTING MY HOMEWORK DONE!'

katsuki grumbled and you sighed. he turned to you.

'hey, ill be free to talk after dinner. also you're getting kicked out at 20:00. alright!?'

you nodded at him. you watched him leave the room.

and then, his phone rang. you jumped, wondering if you should get katsuki, but you decided against it. you looked at the contact name.

'shitty hair?' you read, 'mmh, must be an enemy or something...but why would he have a contact for his enemy?' you decided, if it rang a second time, you would answer.

then, his phone rung again. this time, the contact read 'dunce face'. you decided to answer anyways.

'yo bakugo! are you doing anything tomorrow? kirishima tried calling you, but you weren't answering! guess we know who's the favorite friend now, haha!'

you heard the voice on the other line and froze.

'hello? bakugo? is it past your bedtime or something?'

'o-oh, um, this- this isn't katsuki.'

the voice on the other line paused.

'wait, are you bakugo's mother or something!?... or are you his...girlfriend!?'

'g-girlfriend..!? absolutely not, i'm uh,' you heard footsteps coming up to katsuki's room. 'ihavetogobyesorry!' you quickly hung up the phone and placed it in the original spot and sat with your head down and eyes closed.

katsuki opened the door and locked it, looking at you. he went up to you and held your head up, to see if you were sleeping.

'oi, are you awake? if not, this is gonna be a real fuckin' pain.' bakugo waited for your response. you squirmed a bit and bakugo flicked your cheek, causing you to wince and look up.

'unless my mom knows your here, you can't sleep without me wakin' you up, ok?'

you nodded, but then were interrupted by katsuki's phone ringing. you sweat bullets.

'hah? dunce face? the fuck does he want?' he picked up the phone and you held your head in your hands, ready for the worst.

'YOU HAVE A GIRLFRIEND!?'

...

'WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT!?'

'uhm...i may have answered the phone when you were...having...dinner...sorry..' you spoke shyly, looking at katsuki with your eyebrows furrowed.

he looked at you, teeth clenched as he hung up the phone after 'dunce face's various 'hello?'s.

'sorry, i should...leave...' you headed for the window, face flushed in embarrassment.

you heard katsuki mumble. 'fuckin' occultist weirdo, god you drive me insane sometimes.'

small tears filled your eyes and you escaped out from the window, falling down knees first onto the hard ground. you slowly got up and katsuki watched you run off. you thought he was mad at you, really. but hearing your voice so sad made his heart swell in agony.

the next day, katsuki had 4 people over at his house, all in his small, allmight filled room. and guess what? they were studying. katsuki heard his phone ring.

'oooh is that your girlfriend i was talking to last night?' the blonde one snickered.

'GIRLFRIEND!?' the red haired one and the pink haired one said in unison.

'people actually like bakugo?' the black haired one said.

'OI! SHUT UP EXTRAS!' katsuki answered the phone.

'what is it?'

'hi..um, sorry about last night, again. i was wondering if you would like to go to (arcade name) with me tomorrow..? it just opened up and i was wondering if you would like to go.'

as you awaited for a response, you heard many 'ooh's and aah's' in the background and katsuki yelled at them.

'yeah sure, im free tomorrow.' he walked to his desk, grabbing a piece of paper and a pen. 'what time?'

'o-oh, what works for you?'

'it doesn't matter.'

'alright, then um, how about 10? is that alright?'

'perfect.' he wrote down the time.

'i can swing by your window tomorrow, alright?'

'alright, bye.'

katsuki hung up and looked at his friends, who were all staring at him.

'WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU ALL LOOKING AT?!'

'BAKUGO'S GOING ON A DAAAAATE!!!!~' the pink one said.

'set your alarms guys! 10 am tomorrow we all haveta show up at (arcade name!)' the red one said.

'IF I SEE ANY OF YOU THERE, ILL TEAR YOU LIMB FROM LIMB!' katsuki yelled at them defensively.

'awwwh, alright.' the black haired one looked down, looking at the pink one, almost saying 'we're totally telling the whole class.'

sunday rolled around, and you rung the doorbell to the bakugo resident. you were dressed in all black, pockets covering your entire body. you had multiple heavy metal band patches on your jacket and pants. your (hair color)ed hair complementing the whole outfit perfectly. mitsuki opened the door.

'why hello there! is there anything you need?' she looked up at you. you saw bakugo come down the stairs behind her.

'oh, uh, im here for katsuki.' you smiled shyly at her.

'my my, are you one of those pro-heros that work at U.A.? has my brat done something?' her face turned ice cold.

'ah, no. i-i go to shiketsu, haha..!' you rubbed the back of your head.

'piss off outta the doorway, old hag.'

'that's no way to talk to your mother, brat!' mitsuki slapped the back of katsukis head as he walked out. she closed the door after waving you both off.

'your mom is....quite the character.' you put your hands in your pockets.

'tch, tell me about it.' he looked at you, and then back to what was in front of him.

'if you see anyone waving me over, or screaming my name out, don't talk to them.' he didn't think he was gonna have a problem with those 4, but it was a just incase.

'oh, alright.' you smiled at him. he looked back to you. god, in his eyes you looked terrifying. with that scary demeanor and that strong ass quirk of yours? hah! even you could beat him. katsuki would never admit those feelings for you though.

soon, you two reached the arcade and walked in. you two got in line for the play-cards.

'sorry, i should've told you its gonna be a bit crowded..! haha..i can pay for our cards, if you don't mind.' you pulled out 40 dollars (i know they use yen, i just cant figure out how much 40 would be in yen, so sorry!) from your wallet. katsuki pulled at his shirt collar, thanking you.

once you two got your cards, you guys went straight for the claw machines. or, you did at least. katsuki had other plans. he strolled over to whack-a-mole, and then that one punching game, and then he did the jump rope game. he pretty did all the games that dealt with your body, and afterwards he strolled over to where you were.

'so, how's this going?' he watched in amazement as you grabbed another cheap stuffed animal.

'hows it going!? hah, ive gotten 5 of these suckers!' you pointed to the bag at your feet. you were telling the truth. 5 plushies and other things, all from the claw machines.

'y-you can actually do these!?' he picked up the bag and stared.

and this is where the problem started.

'yeah, um, here. this just reminded me of you, so i got it.' you handed him a teddy bear that had grenades all over it. at the top it said 'you light up my whole world.' he smiled.

'hah! what, is this my "best boyfriend in the world" gift?' he laughed, obviously joking. you laughed too.

'so you ADMIT it!' a pink-skinned girl with glasses and a black suit on appeared behind you both. you jumped.

'WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING HERE RACCOON EYES!?' bakugo exploded (not literally...) and you put a hand on his shoulder, reminding him to use his inside voice.

'oh cmon, you think im not gonna "accidentally run into you" when you're on a date!? and by the looks of it, you two are complete opposites!' she took the glasses off, looking you up and down. she reached a hand out to you.

'what's your name!? im mina ashi—'

'it's none-a-ya business, so i think we'll be taking our leave now..!' he grabbed your wrist and dragged you away, scanning the crowd. mina was dragging behind, though.

'um..she seemed nice.'

'tch, yeah well she isn't. shes fuckin' annoying, gettin' into my business n shit.' he grumbled to himself. on the way out you felt yourself bump into someone else. you looked and saw that he had the same glasses and tuxedo mina had on.

's-sorry!' you quickly said before baukgo ran and you two exited the arcade.

'FUCKING SHIT!' katsuki kicked a nearby pole, and sighed. 'fuck, im sorry (first name), all those extras that follow me around are fucking annoying.' he looked up and saw those 4. all surrounding you.

'PISS OFF!' katsuki yelled at them and you jumped, turning around to face the 4.

'woah, she's more taller than i expected!' the red one said.

'heheh, damn bakugo, i didn't know you could pull such a hottie.' the yellow haired one said. you recognized his voice as the guy you talked to on the phone.

'shut up kaminari, let bakugo have something for once.' the black haired one said. so the yellow guy is kaminari..

'let us at least know her name!' mina was frustrated.

you backed away from them.

'uh...i-im a...boy.' you scratched the back of your head as all 4 of them looked at you in horror.

'YOU'RE A DUDE!?' the red haired guy looked up at you.

'heh, i swing both ways!' kaminari joked.

'daaamn, i never knew bakugo was into guys!' mina and the black haired guy laughed.

'tch! we're fucking leaving, cmon (first name).' he started walking away from the 4 and you followed. you snickered to yourself.

'what? do you not want them to see us kiss or what? let's give em what their asking for, huh?' you said painstakingly loud. katsuki turned bright red and turned away from you. you could see the 4 going bonkers behind you two.

'sh-shut up..' he put his hand on his face. you two walked to his house. he went through the door and you went to his window.

'hah, sorry if your friends bother you tomorrow.' you laughed a bit, climbing in and sitting at his desk. you turned the chair to face him and you sat in it, the back of the chair face first.

'it's fine. 's not your fault.' he layed down on his bed. you two sat there for a minute before katsuki grumbled and sat up, walking over to you. he grabbed the bottom of your face with his hand.

'hey, y'know what you we're saying earlier? about us kissing 'n shit?' he looked away, his face the same bright red.

'u-uh, yes..?' you looked at him worriedly.

'i just—' he couldn't think of the right words, so he paused. 'fuck. you make me crazy, (first name). god, everytime i see your dumbass in that jacket and those tight leather pants..' he looked away, trailing off. you stared at him, blushing. katsuki was trembling.

'k-katsuki..!' you covered your face with your hands.

'stop bein' so fuckin' shy and face me like a man, (first name).' katsuki uncovered your hands, putting one of them on his cheek.

'(first name). i don't know what i would do without you. god, fuck! you're so much stronger and intimidating, fuck. it makes me wonder how you even became friends with s—'

'shut up katsuki.' you kissed him. and he kissed back. katsuki was in pure shock and terror. what if someone walked in? oh right, he locked the door. he put a hand on your cheek, deepening the kiss. you two pulled back. you giggled and kissed katsuki's jawline.

'i love you, katsuki. don't forget it.'

the next day, the whole class looked at bakugo weirdly and midoriya congratulated him. katsuki almost ruined his hero career that day.

#bakugo x reader #mha #mha x reader #bnha x reader #mha x gn reader #mha x male reader #bakugo #katsuki #katsuki bakugo x reader #bakugou imagine #bakugo x gn reader #bnha bakugo katsuki

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lovelyleclercs · 3 years ago

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Chapter One- The Day Everything Changed

Arthur Leclerc x Sofia Sine

-> What was supposed to be a fun day of traveling to Ibiza very quickly turned into a day Sofia Sine wanted to forget.

Warnings: Mentions of puking, dizziness, headaches, doctors offices, blood work/needles, cancer (if you read the original version of this story, you know why)

word count: 2067

Authors note: I will be posting a run down of what this story is about + it's background story for first time readers of In Sickness & In Health! I will have it linked here

January 5th

The warm sunlight found its way through the small crack in Sofia’s blinds as the alarm on her phone began to go off. It was quiet at first, but slowly got louder and louder with each ring Sofia ignored. When brought out of her deep sleep, Sofia rolled over in her bed, grabbing her phone to stop the repetitive sound. After successfully getting the alarm to stop, she laid on her back and stared up at the ceiling in an attempt to get the room to stop spinning.

Over the past couple of days, Sofia had been feeling pretty off. She had a hard time keeping anything down, her head was constantly throbbing, and she was completely exhausted. The Dizziness, however, was a new symptom for her.

Unfortunately for Sofia, this strange illness had prevented her from hopping on a plane with her sister Charlotte, and the Leclerc brothers early that morning. The group had been planning this trip to Ibiza for months, Sofia had been looking forward to it since the Abu Dhabi Grand Prix when everything was booked and paid for. As much as Sofia hated having to cancel, she knew it would be best for her to stay back and get some rest.

With her symptoms only getting worse, as well as new ones arising, Sofia decided to make an appointment with her physician, in hopes that maybe she could get prescribed some medication to help her battle whatever illness she had caught. Sofia glanced over at her phone, the time reading 7:15. She had 45 minutes to get ready and make her way across the street to the office.

Taking a deep breath, Sofia stepped out of bed and slowly made her way over to her closet. She had no intention of dressing up, but knew that she couldn’t just show up in her pajamas. After getting changed into some sweats and a random T-shirt Arthur had leant her months ago, she made her way to the bathroom to finish getting ready. What would normally take her 10 minutes, had ended up taking her nearly 30. She was weak, tired and very, very sick.

Somehow, someway, Sofia had made it to her appointment right on time. As she approached the check-in desk, she smiled slightly. “Hello there, appointment for Sofia Sine, 8am with Dr. M?”

The lady behind the desk smiled and nodded, her dark brown locks of hair bobbing as she did so. “Yes! You can actually go through this door and down the hallway to the left. Dr. M is waiting for you in room number 4”

Sofia thanked the kind lady for her help before starting her journey to find room number 4. As she walked down the hallway to the left, she noticed that the room numbers went backwards starting from 10. She was thankful that the room number hadn’t been any higher, as she wasn’t sure she would be able to walk much further than that at the moment.

When she approached the room with the big white number four on the door, she opened the door slowly before stepping inside. When she had closed the door, she looked to her right to find Dr. M sitting in her chair going through some emails. “Oh! There you are! Hello Sof, how have you been?”

Sofia laughed a little before sitting down on the bench that had that crinkly white paper laid out on it. “I’ve been way better… I won’t deny it. How have you been?”

Dr. M smiled and moved her rolling chair closer to Sofia, leaving her laptop behind at the counter. “Oh you know, the same old same old. I practically live in this building so this is about the extent of my life” she said with a small laugh. “So tell me, what brings you in today?”

Sofia took a deep breath and sighed, fidgeting with the hem of her shirt nervously. Despite liking Dr. M, Sofia absolutely hated doctors visits. “Well, a few days ago I had started to feel… off I guess? Over the past couple of days, I have had a hard time keeping things down, my head is constantly pounding, I'm feeling very weak and exhausted, and on top of that, when I woke up this morning I was extremely dizzy.”

Dr. M nodded along as Sofia began listing off her symptoms. After Sofia had finished talking, Dr. M let out a small sigh. “Well sweetie, I know you hate getting your blood drawn, but I would like to do some blood work. I just want to make sure it’s nothing too serious, ok?”

Sofia nodded slightly, hating every word that was currently coming out of Dr. M’s mouth. Sofia hated doctors visits, but she hated needles even more.

“I will be right back with all of my equipment, ok? I will even bring you back some crackers and juice, ok? Hang tight” After a quick nod from Sofia, Dr. M left the room quickly, not wanting to leave Sofia alone for too long.

As Sofia waited for her to come back, she looked around the small room hoping to find a way to distract herself from what was about to happen. She noticed that there had been a magazine tucked away in the corner of the room. Curious, she got off the bench and grabbed it from the shelf. As she quickly flipped through it, she stopped on page five when she saw Arthur and Charles both posing side by side on the page. “Leclerc Brother’s Road to Formula Racing” was printed in big bold letters across the top of the page. A small smile appeared across Sofia’s face as she snapped a photo of the page and sent it to the group chat.

Sofia: You guys follow me everywhere. Even to the doctors office!

Art: Please tell me you didn’t read that

Charles: That is literally the worst photo of us!

Sofia: Oh I’m definitely reading this while I get my blood drawn!

Art: Blood drawn? Sounds serious. Keep us updated?:(

Charlotte: Please tell us when you get answers!

Lorenzo: ^^

Charles: We wish you were here with us! Call us when you get home!

Sofia was about to respond when she was interrupted by a knock on the door. “Come in!” she said before putting her phone back into her pocket.

Dr. M walked in with a tray of things that she needed to perform the blood work. “It’s just me. Let's get this over with?”

“Please.” Sofia said as she held out her arm.

1 hour later

Sofia had pretty much finished the entire magazine front to back before Dr. M had come back with her test results. She placed the magazine down beside her before looking up at Dr. M. “Let me guess, we did all that blood work for nothing? I probably just have the flu or something don’t I”

Dr. M smiled sadly, sitting down in her chair that was once again right in front of Sofia. “Sof… I’m not going to lie to you, it’s not great news.”

Sofia’s smile faded as she saw the look of concern on her doctor's face. “What do you mean? What is it?”

“You have cancer…”

When Sofia heard those words, everything around her suddenly didn’t matter anymore. Her world had started to feel so much smaller. She didn’t remember much after that. She didn’t recall checking out of the doctor's office or crossing the street to get back to her apartment. She didn’t remember locking the door behind her or curling up on the couch. The only thing her mind could focus on was the word cancer.

A few hours passed by and Sofia hadn’t moved from her fetal position on the couch. She had gone through nearly an entire box of tissues at that point, using each little square piece to wipe away all of her tears. Her phone had been dinging the whole time, texts from Charlotte, Charles, Arthur and Lorenzo flooding her notification center. She chose to ignore all of them. There was no way she could tell the Leclerc’s, not after they lost their father to cancer.

When Sofia finally ran out of tissues, she got up off the couch and made her way back to her bedroom. Before laying down in bed, Sofia paused and looked at the photo she had on her nightstand. It was a photo of her and Arthur nearly four years ago now. In the photo, they were both holding up a peace sign with their hands while standing in front of the ferrari factory. The photo had been taken the day Arthur signed a contract with the Ferrari Driver’s Academy. Arthur practically begged Sofia to come with him on that trip. She even took the week off of school just to accompany him in Italy. The trip was by far one of her favorites to look back on. It was the last trip that Herve took with them before his diagnosis. Tearing up all over again, Sofia picked the picture frame up off of her nightstand and gently brushed her thumb over it. The idea of having to break the news to Arthur absolutely broke her.

Sofia and Arthur had been the best of friends for well over a decade now. The pair met when they were around five years old. They had both been playing on some random playground in the center of Monaco in the middle of July. Their parents exchanged numbers and arranged several more playdates. Ever since then, the two had been inseparable. They did everything together- birthdays, special events, milestones, achievements- every moment of their lives was shared together.

With Arthur’s first year of F2 being this year, news like this would absolutely destroy him. Sofia knew that if she told him, he would quit racing just to be by her side 24/7- and she wasn’t going to allow that. Not when he had worked so hard to get to this point in his career-and especially not when he promised Herve he would race in F1 someday.

After a few moments, she put the photo back in its designated spot on her nightstand before climbing into bed. She grabbed her phone and finally decided to open the group chat that had been blowing up all day.

Art: It’s been like four hours, Sof. Are you ok?

Charles: I’m sure she’s fine, you know how forgetful she is

Lorenzo: you two are literally sitting next to each other outside right now, can you communicate IRL instead of blowing up our phones

Charlotte: Good call. Maybe she is sleeping, we should stop texting in case it wakes her

As she was about to continue reading the conversation, Arthur’s name appeared at the top of her screen. He was calling, probably to say goodnight like he always did when the two were apart. After taking a deep breath, Sofia answered the phone. “Hey, you. How is Ibiza?”

“Sof, thank god… We haven’t heard from you since like 8am. Ibiza is fine, I wish you were here though. I keep seeing all of these fun things that I know you would love.. It sucks. I was so excited to explore this place with you. We do everything together, you know?”

Sofia stayed silent for a moment. Hearing how sad Arthur was to be in Ibiza without her practically broke her heart. “I know, Art. I wish I was there. It’s pretty lonely here. It’s so quiet in this apartment.”

“I could come home? Sit with you while you try to get over whatever it is you magically caught”

You sighed and teared up a little. “If only it was that easy, Art”

“Are you ok? You sound like you’re crying… seriously if you want me to come home…”

“I’m ok, Art. Promise. Have fun in Ibiza ok? Bring me back something fun?”

“Sof…”

“I love you, art. goodnight.”

After hanging up the phone, she turned over in her bed and closed her eyes, hoping to forget about today. Everything about today was a nightmare. She had even tried pinching herself in hopes that it would pull her out of her misery. Unfortunately for her, today was the day that everything changed. It was her new reality, and there was no way of escaping back to the way things used to be.

Chapter 2

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kingofsummer93 · 2 years ago

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Prompts 9 and/or 64 for Elucien pls!

also, I think 10 would definitely a tired, over it, exasperated Lucien would say 😂

Chaotic Writing Prompts

9- Get in the fucking blanket fort / 64-Pay attention to me, I’m cute and needy.

For @sjmromanceweek Day 2 : Love Language

Elain and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day

Rating: T

Word Count: 1.7K

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As far as Valentine's Day celebrations went, this one was on its way to becoming the worst in Elain’s entire life. She would have gladly relived her awkward first kiss at the 9th grade winter formal over this hellish day.

She was tired, she was hungry, she was more than a little cranky, and she was driving home through the worst blizzard of the year. And to top it all off, her husband was currently out of town on a business trip, during what should have been their first Valentines Day as a married couple.

It wasn’t his fault, of course. Lucien had seriously suggested feigning an illness to get out of it, and had only gone after Elain had practically shoved him into the Uber.

Still, she knew it was just a silly holiday, but she couldn’t help it- she loved Valentine’s Day. She loved the heart-shaped candies, and the decorations, and dinners in candle-lit restaurants. Or maybe she simply loved love, and any excuse to celebrate it. Lucien had promised they would celebrate when he got back, but she couldn’t help her disappointment.

“Are you sure you don’t want to do Galentine’s Day?” Vassa’s voice was barely discernible over the sound of the heat blasting in her car. “I can cancel our dinner reservation. You know how much Jurian hates Valentine’s Day anyway.”

Elain sighed, for perhaps the thousandth time that day. “I love you for suggesting it but no. I had a bad day and I’m just being dramatic.”

“Don’t take this the wrong way, hun, but I’m going to stab my coworker to death and eat her heart for lunch sounds like a little more than a bad day.”

“That bitch probably doesn’t even have a heart anyway,” Elain mumbled darkly.

Vassa cackled, her laughter punctuated by the unmistakable sound of a bottle of wine opening in the background.

Wine. That was what she needed. Wine and a bubble bath, followed by a big bowl of popcorn and more wine.

“I”m fine,” she said again, as much to convince herself as Vassa. “I’m just going to put on some sweats, watch a movie and drown my sorrows in wine. Lucien said he’d facetime me if his meetings ended early, anyway.”

She didn’t add that Lucien hadn’t sounded convinced that he could make this happen, considering he was currently in a different time zone and his work days had been ending at 10 pm.

“Throw in a gin and tonic for good measure. And maybe a green vegetable.”

“Yes mom!”

“And Elain- please don’t stab anyone tonight! Although, Valentine’s Day Stabber does have a ring to it…”

Elain let out a puff of laughter, some of the day’s tension easing from her shoulders. “I promise no stabbing. Although I make no promises on strangulation.”

“That’s my girl. Love you.”

“Love you too. Go torture Jurian with lots of lovey-dovey stuff.”

“Hey! I heard-”

Vassa’s cackles were cut off as her friend promptly disconnected, and Elain could only laugh again as she pictured the look of exaggerated affront that would currently be on Jurian’s face.

Her briefly heightened spirits quickly fell, however, as she turned into her driveway and her little Honda skidded over the snow already accumulated there. She needed a new car. And a house with a garage.

Or maybe she just wanted her husband to be waiting for her inside, ready to wrap her in a bear hug and listen patiently to her whine about her shitty day.

No mopping. It’s just a stupid holiday, it doesn’t mean anything.

Her phone pinged, as if mocking her.

Heading into the afternoon conference. It’s BOILING hot here. Hope you’re not getting buried in snow! Shovel is in the shed if you need it.

Elain grumbled all the way to her front door, cursing both her husband and the snow sinking into her boots and soaking through her socks. She peeled her off her wet parka and boots and walked upstairs to her bedroom, deciding her priority number one was putting on her oldest, comfiest sweats. Her bedroom door was half open, and once glance inside made her stop dead in her tracks.

Somebody was in her house.

Not only was somebody in her house, but somebody had turned her bedroom into a giant blanket fort. Sheets and blankets were draped over the bed, looping over the ceiling fan to create a makeshift tent. String lights were strung over the headboard, illuminating the inside of the blanket fort.

Enough so that she could see the outline of someone lying on her bed.

Elain gasped and froze in shock, her heart jumping into her throat. She stood there for another beat, heart racing, as she mentally went through the list of people with a key to her house.

Lucien, who had just gone into a conference in California, thousands of miles away.

Vassa, who she had just spoken to on the phone.

And her sisters, who she knew for a fact were both occupied with their respective boyfriends tonight.

Elain turned and ran, practically tripping down the stairs as she went. Just as she was diving for her cell phone loud footsteps sounded overhead.

For one wild, hysterical moment she considered running to the kitchen and grabbing her biggest chef’s knife.

Valentine’s Day Stabber; Woman Stabs Intruder with Kitchen Knife!

The footsteps had started down the stairs. Elain clutched her cell phone in her hand, fingers poised over the emergency call button, and yanked her front door open.

“Love? Where are you going?”

The male voice trickling down the staircase was deep and rumbling, tinged with humor.

It was also very, very familiar.

Elain whirled on the spot, her heart still racing with adrenaline, and came face to face with the sight of her husband grinning at her. His white shirt was rumpled, his long red hair falling out of a messy bun, his lips curved into an infuriatingly playful grin.

“Lucien!” Elain clapped a hand to her chest, willing her racing pulse to slow down. “God! You scared the shit out of me!”

“Sorry!” He held up his palms, grin widening, not even looking a little bit sorry. The little shit.

“It’s not funny! I thought you were an intruder! I almost went to the kitchen to grab a knife!”

Lucien was trying not to laugh now, his chest heaving as he suppressed his chuckles. Elain had a sudden urge to throttle him. Maybe she hadn’t been wrong about the strangulation thing.

“Not the Imarku! That was a wedding gift!” He was full-on laughing now, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

Elain growled in frustration and ran up the stairs, unsure if she wanted to tackle him and kiss him or tackle him and punch him. Before she could make up her mind Lucien laughed again and bounded up the stairs two at a time, disappearing into their bedroom.

“Come back here you little shit!”

“I can’t believe you thought an intruder had made you a blanket fort!”

“I will murder you!”

Elain reached the top of the stairs just in time to see Lucien dive-bomb into the mass of sheets and blankets over their bed.

“Get in the blanket fort!”

“No. I’m mad at you.” She crossed her arms over her chest for emphasis, even though he couldn’t see her.

“Get in the fucking blanket fort!”

“No!”

“Come pay attention to me, I’m cute and needy.” Lucien stuck his head out of the fort, pouting at her. His hair was even more mussed, his eyes still shining with delight. Damn him. Damn him and his stupidly beautiful face.

In three rapid steps Elain had crossed the room and launched herself into his arms, tackling him backwards onto the bed.

“I’m cute and needy,” she whined, face pressed against his chest. His familiar spicy, musky scent filled her nostrils. “And I had a shit day and I missed you.”

Lucien’s arms tightened around her as he buried his face in her face. “I missed you too, my love. So much.”

There was nothing but sincerity in his voice now, and all of Elain’s anger melted away. She lifted her hair and peered around the blanket fort, giggling as she took in the sight. The bed was piled high with pillows and cushions, forming a little nest underneath the canopy of sheets and blankets. The string lights draped over the headboard gave the space a cozy, warm glow. A laptop was plugged in and opened to the Netflix romantic comedy section, and next to it sat a bottle of wine, a box of chocolates, and a large bowl of buttered popcorn.

Lucien smiled sheepishly. “The conference ended a day early and I thought it would be fun to surprise you. I’m sorry I scared you.”

Elain squeezed him tighter, burying her face against him again. “I’m sorry I almost stabbed you with our Imarku.”

Lucien’s laugh vibrated against her cheek. He dipped a finger under her chin and Elain angled her face up for a kiss, sighing at the familiar feel of his lips against hers.

“Hi,” he whispered, his breath ghosting against her lips.

“Hi.” She giggled again as he nuzzled her nose. “I’m so glad you’re home.”

“Me too. Tell me all about your shitty day.”

“It’s not a shitty day anymore. Now it’s a great day.”

“Indeed. The day you almost stabbed an intruder for making you a blanket fort.”

Elain punched him in the shoulder, shaking her head at him.

“We can go out for dinner, if you’d rather,” Lucien added. “But the weather is so bad I thought it’d be fun to have a cozy night in.”

“No!” Elain exclaimed, reaching for a handful of popcorn. “I love my blanket fort. We should leave it like this. Although…”

“Yes?” Lucien asked, quirking an eyebrow.

Elain glanced at his rumpled dress shirt, then at her own wrinkled top, feeling her strapless bra digging into her skin.

“Can we change into sweats?”

Lucien grinned again, wickedly this time. “Yes, after.”

Elain bit her lip. She knew that grin. “After what?” she asked, blinking up at him innocently.

She yelped as Lucien smoothly flipped them so he hovered over her. “After you pay attention to me. I’m cute and needy, remember?”

“You’re also an idiot.”

“Ahh, yes, but you love me.”

Elain hummed noncommittally.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, my love,” Lucien whispered.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, you big dummy.”

#sjmromanceweek2023 #elucien #elucien fanfic #elain x lucien #elain archeron #lucien vanserra

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superdanverstrio · 2 years ago

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Kidnapped PT.1

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PT.2 PT.3 PT.4 PT.5 PT.6 PT.7

Summary: Baby Danvers Get kidnapped and it’s up to Kara and Alex to do everything in their power to save them.

Warnings: Torture, kidnapping, graphic description of injuries.

A/N: this is probably gonna become a supergirl x marvel crossover.

At first when you opened your eyes you thought you want blind, because the room you were in was pitch black. You blinked some more, and you think you can see something not too far from you, you think it's a table with a computer on it, but you're not sure. You tried to get up, but quickly noticed that your wrist and ankles were tied to the chair you were sitting in. Not only that, but you tried to wiggle out of the restraint, but it only manages to dig into your skin. Instead of trying again, you tried to remember how you got here in the first place.

The last thing you remember was walking to Kara's apartment, you were supposed to meat both your sisters there to hang out. All of a sudden someone grabbed you from behind, you tried you fight back but the person grabbing you seemed to be 10x bigger and stronger than you. You screamed, hoping that maybe Kara or someone walking by would hear you. You screamed and trashed around until something pricked your neck, you tensed up, and then you felt your body relaxing on its own, your eyes felt too heavy to keep them open, and you could no longer scream for help. The last thing you remember was the voice of and men, then nothing.

The sound of a door opening and closing brought you back to the present, you watch as a tall scary creature step in the room, it was at least 6 foot 5 with yellow pupil and super long claws.

“Y/N Danvers?” the alien said. You don't answer him, instead you ask him a question," Who are you and what I'm I doing here.” The light suddenly turns on, blinding you for a short moment. “ I will be asking the questions, but since I'm feeling nice, ill answer those 2.” He slowly walked toward you, stopping a few feet in front of you, he crouched down to be at eye level. “ My name is Vexok, and you are here because of your sister.” Immediately you thought it was another alien seeking revenge for what Kara's mother did, so it was a shock when you did say Kara's name. “ Your sister… Alex, I think it is-.” “How do you know my sister!” You said, trying to sound more confident than you feel. “You never forget the name of the person that kill your brother.” You stayed silent, there was no way Alex would do something like that unless she absolutely needs to.

“So it's only fare if I kill you for revenge.” He said smirking, he got up and walk to the other side of the room and turn the camera on. “ Now smile for the camera.” Vexok said, walking back toward you.

An hour earlier at Kara's Apartment.

Alex and Kara were seated on the couch waiting for you. When after 30 minutes you didn't show up Alex decided to Call you, when you didn't answer after a few ring Alex hanged up. “Where could they be?” Kara wondered.” Maybe they're just late.” Alex answered. “Super hearing?” Alex asked her sister. Kara focused on her hearing for a few seconds, Alex say frown on her sister's face. “ What's wrong?” “I can't… Hear their heartbeat.” Kara said worried. “ We should go to the D.E.O.”

When they arrived at the D.E.O they approach brainy's work desk. “Brainy.” Alex demanded. “Yes director Danvers?” Brainy said, turning in his chair. “Supergirl.” He greats with a nod of his head. “Brainy, would you be able to track someone's phone for us?” Alex asks. “Of course who's phone would you like me to track.” “ Our sibling's phone, we haven't seen them in a while and their heartbeat as gone silent.” Kara explained.

In less than a minute, brainy found it. “Got it.” “Really where?” Alex demanded. “In an allay way near your apartment.” Brainy said, pointing at Kara. “OK let's go.” Alex said, in a hurry to find you. “The thing is, Miss Danvers that it was an hour ago and the phone as been disconnected since.” Brainy said before they left. Just then Alex got a message on her phone, she check to see who it was, but she didn't recognize the number, so she decided to check it later your safety was more important right now.

#kara danvers #supergirl fanfiction #supergirl #supergirl reader insert #bb danvers #y/n danvers #alex danvers #alex danvers x reader #bd #reader insert #brainy #kidnap tw #torture tw #marvel x supergirl #marvel

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sissybabycucksophia · 3 years ago

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🥵🥵The Holiday Part 1🥵🥵

(This story is complete fiction and although i may desperately wish it isn’t, there is no fact or real world experience behind this story)

It had been 4 weeks since I willingly submitted myself to feminisation, diaper bondage and willingly gave up 24 hours of my life and dignity because another sissy told me too. That day after, cumming, pissing and shitting into the pink Disney princess diapers I had laid there in that state crying with embarrassment and contemplating what came next. Eventually I freed myself, hid everything back in the box and released myself from the chastity cage and naturally masturbated several times to the thought of the predicament i just put myself in.

Eventually though I returned to normal life on the Monday and tried to pretend it never happened… until that Tuesday when my phone lit up with a message from Daddy or Sissy Natalie. Nervously I opened the message to see… “Hey there my little baby Jade! So you should know I’ve edited the 24 hour footage of your thrilling weekend and frankly i felt it was far to good to only be seen by me…. So now i’ve posted it on my tumblr and claimed you as my sissy baby cuck!!!” Scrabbling to find the video i found it and again began to cry and become hard as i watched my pathetic self bondage and self feminisation.

I tried to beg daddy to take it down but he simply found my pathetic pleas funny and cute. However for 4 weeks i endured Message after message from mommy doms and daddy doms trying to steal me from Daddy Natalie. I hadn’t intended on being sissy Natalie’s sub let alone a big black alpha dom who only wanted a sissy diaper baby so he could get Bj’s whenever he pleased without resistance!. Eventually after 4 weeks and after countless discussions with Daddy about how i craved demoralisation, helplessness, complete lack of freedom and complete control over my regression I received a message that would change everything.

“Ok my little baby princess, heres how its gonna go. Your going to take 2 weeks off work, buy a plane ticket on the most budget, uncomfortable, poor service, smallest plane you can from Scotland to America, ill send you cloths to wear on the plane, you’ll be prohibited from using the aeroplane toilet and you’ll have to be diapered. You’ll book a room in the dingy motel round the corner from my house then we’ll spend your two week vacation making you the biggest sissy diaper baby faggot cuck ever! This is non negotiable!😈 I’ll send you the package with everything you must wear on the plane, once you have the package I expect you on a flight within days of its arrival…… Im going to have so much fun with you Princess!😈”

So with that I waited patiently and after a week a package arrived just as Daddy said it would. Opening the box in my room, I sat on the floor opening the flaps of the box and as i saw the supplies within a wave of pure fear and embarrassment crossed over me. Reaching into the box i began to take stock of the outfit daddy had constructed for me to wear on the flight, first i was surprised to find lots of long hair extensions which matched my natural hair colour, another large pack of Disney princess disposable diapers, locking plastic diaper cover panties, a box of pink heart shaped padlocks, 3 pink baby bottles, a Pink foam breast form filled bra, a pink puffy sleeved and knee length playsuit with matching pink mittens with locking rings on the mittens and playsuit, an oversized Maxi length pink puffer jacket a pair of bright pink ugg boots, a pacifier attached too a thick sparkly pink strap and finally a note…

“Ok Jade, your clock starts now! Firstly book a ticket on the first flight out of Scotland! Once booked send me proof!. Next you will go to a woman’s salon and tell them you want them to secure as much of these extensions as possible and style them in the most girly way possible! Next shave every inch of your body again! Bring only a small case with a maximum of 3 days worth of male cloths, you won’t be needing them! Now for the travel, i’ve worked it out, your flight will be 8 hours as such you will wear 4 diapers, the locking plastic panties, the foam breast form bra, the playsuit, the Ugg boots and the jacket too the airport and through security! Once on the plane you WILL find the nearest large black man and you will ask him to help you! You’ll take out the heart shaped padlocks and as him to padlock your mittens on your wrists, put a padlock through the locking rings of your play suit and for him to keep the keys to these all flight! You WILL tell him you a pathetic sissy baby who needs an adults supervision and ask him to speak for you, you’ll tell him i want you watching nothing but princess shows and movies on your seat-back entertainment and you’ll ask him to secure your paci gag and lock it on too. I’ve written a feeding schedule on the back of the note which you will ask him to subject you too. For 8 hours i want you drinking a bottle of water every 30 minutes, i have packed 8 packets of Happy Baby baby food which you’ll ask the black man to take out your paci and feed you every hour! You’ll also make it clear to him at the beginning of the flight if he wants to feed you his cum mixed in any of the food or drink he can but your a sexless cuck who is not allowed sexual pleasure or release of any kind, tell him he’s allowed to spank you, cuddle you, humiliate you and control you however! You will not attempt to remove your playsuit or diapers for any reason! You will piss, shit and squirt cummies in those diapers!. Should a flight attendant or security challenge your diapered state i have enclosed a forged doctors note stating you have serious bowel and bladder issues and this flight is you travelling to a specialist to rectify the problem! NEVER REMOVE THOSE DIAPERS! Or I promise you missy! You wont like daddy’s reaction, now princess hop too it, ps daddy loves you xxx”

Reading the note aloud my eyes began to water as fear and embarrassment rushed through my mind, what was i to do! On one hand I wanted to cry and felt the demoralising feeling of what all that would bring but on the other i felt to turned on by daddy’s note that i was oozing precum. Like the submissive little coward i am… i booked a flight almost straight away… hell as if all that daddy wanted me to do wasn’t bad enough i even paid more to book a seat which backed onto the airplanes toilet so i could watch all the normal people walk past to go to the toilet. Sending daddy the ticket confirmation for a flight in 2 days time all i received back from Natalie was “😈 good little princess😈”.

The next day I grabbed the mass of hair extensions and covered up in a baggy hoodie and went to a woman’s salon 2 hours from my house. Walking in the receptionist said “oh i’m sorry sir we don’t cut mens hair” looking at the extensions in my hand and the embarrassment on my face the receptionist then presumed i was trans🏳️‍⚧�� and not just a pathetic sissy. Getting up from her seat she put her arm around me and guided me to a less visible seat at the back of the salon where she took the extensions and then personally began to work on me. “This is a totally safe space for women like you sweetheart, theres nothing to be embarrassed about! Whats your true name precious?” She asked as she expertly began securing the extensions and destroying any masculinity i had. What should i do? If i tell her I’m just a pathetic loser turned on by embarrassment and feminisation against my will she’ll out me to everyone here!? So i had to lie, shame filled me as i simply answered, “uhm I ehm go by Jade” i said using my sissy name. “Adorable hun absolute adorable! Tell you what? Whats your favourite colour sweetheart?” To which my pathetic sissy brain replied with hesitation “pink”. Much to my horror once done with the extension, the woman not only styled them in a manner far more feminine than my short hair but proceeded too then do up my face with 72 hour lasting pink make up!. Eventually after paying and her giving me the most shame inducing pep talk I headed home.

Finally the next day came and i awoke to realise the extensions and make up were still very much in place, whimpering i began to get ready. Laying out the diapers i once again slathered my penis and balls in the numbing cream daddy gave me last time just too cuck myself even more, then i lay down and one by one imprisoned my sissy clitty behind fluffy layer after fluffy layer of thick puffy princess diapers. Once four were on i encased them in the locking plastic panties and secured the foam breast form filled bra, standing in front of my room mirror i ran my hand up and down the front of my diapered crotch as i squeezed and fondled my fake breasts, with no sensation in my crotch and completely unable to feel my rock hard clitty I whimpered as i lifted the bra and slid clothes pegs up and clipped them to my nipples and lay the foam down tight against the pegs. Playing with my fake breasts now i moaned as i felt the pegs tug at my nipples with the movement of my fake breasts. Catching a glimpse of myself moaning in the mirror i hung my head in shame and continued to get dressed. Pulling the playsuit up i felt the tight elasticated legs stop above my knee then the tight feeling around my crotch as the playsuit tightly formed round my diapers, then the feeling of it brushing across my chest as i slid my ams into the arm holes where i again felt the elastic pinch around my upper bicep creating puffy shouldered short sleeves. Finally I struggle to zip the playsuit up but eventually I was enclosed, sliding my feet into the Uggs and enclosing myself in the jacket I zipped the jacket up tight to under my chin to hide my infantile state if dress. Looking in the mirror I was humiliated as all i saw was what looked like an overgrown teenage girl from the early 2000’s. With baby supplies in my hand luggage and the small male cloths suitcase I then took a bus ride too the airport, it was terrifying feeling the eyes of Junkies, real men, woman and children bore into me with every stop of the bus but eventually we reached the airport and as I disembarked a man tried to grab my ass through the jacket but as he squeezed my heavily diapered ass my heart stopped as he then grabbed my arm and said “hey sweet cheeks what you got under there!” To which I cried “Get off me! Please don’t touch me!”. The man instantly let go looking around himself to see that he didn’t look bad and said “jeez dont come out looking so innocent and fuckable then if you aren’t asking for it!” But by that time i’d ran into the terminal building terrified, infact I’d gotten such a fright i was unaware my completely numb little clitty had leaked pee into my diaper. As quickly as possible i checked in my bag and got through security, naturally i had some awkward questions to answer and even presented daddys forged doctors letter.

Still shaken i walked through duty free then sat patiently at the gate on the phone too daddy, messaging back and forth I tried desperately to chicken out. “Daddy im sorry but I can’t do this! Im a man! I wont just ask a random black man too control me for 8 hours! Please let me go home and flight out another day as a man!!” To which daddy was quite clear, “Look jade daddy loves you ok so hear me when i say this….. i dont care what you think ok boo boo? Why don’t i care? Because your a baby sweatheart, your to pathetic and submissive and helpless to be an adult and your far too weak and feminine to be a man so daddy is doing you the mercy of taking control! Now be a good girl and send daddy a self right now in the terminal building so i know your doing what I’ve asked!” So without hesitation I pathetically took a selfie and sent it to daddy. Just as i did the plain began to board, with every step from the gate to my seat my stomach churned thinking about the men that might be sat around me that i’d have too ask to dominate me for the flight i hoped and prayed it was a family man who’d be appalled and try to help set me free but i knew that was very unlikely. Boarding i took my seat at the very back of the plane and sat in the window seat with the toilet block behind me, i watched and watched as the two seats next to me remained empty all the way through boarding and blushed heavily with embarrassment as people stared me up and down.

Thinking i was in luck, my heart sunk as the last passenger to get on the plane was a 6’5 foot tall black man, with arms like tree trunks, a shaved head and dressed in loose fitting shorts and a tight tshirt which showed his adonis physique. “S’up” he said in a deep and scary voice, I simply looked down at my lap and rested my hands on the lap on my long jacket trying to keep the jacket from revealing anything. ‘Oh my god why him!? Hes going to either kill me for being a creep or dominate me without even thinking about it’ i thought in my head as tears of sheer embarrassment came to my eyes. Not looking up I remember head lowered and hands tightly holding the jacket down all the way through take off, until eventually we levelled out and the seatbelt sign went out.

‘You’ve got to get used to doing what daddy tells you! After all, 2 weeks of his instruction, if you can’t follow this one he’ll be angry’ i told myself in my head as I suddenly plucked up the courage to stand up and remove my jacket revealing to the plane my pathetic Baby cuck state of dress. Laying the jacket on the middle seat between me and the man i sat backdown, the playsuit no doing any favours to hide my diapered crotch, i turned in my chair to face the man allowing him to see my adams apple past my extensions and give away yet another embarrassing secret. Taking the remaining supplies from my back i laid them in my jacket between me and him, there lay the matching mittens for the playsuit, upwards of 10 heart shaped padlocks, the pacifier gag, the baby food and the empty baby bottle.

And at that i spoke up, “e…e…ex…excuse me sir! I have been ordered by my Daddy that because I’m a pathetic Sexless diaper wearing princess sissy baby cuck that i am not allowed to look after myself for this 8 hour flight. He ordered that i ask the man sat next to me to ensure that I remained regressed, embarrassed, helpless, powerless and unable to remove my diapers” i admitted as i felt my dignity slip away. “A…a…as such daddy commanded that i ask you to guarantee that I piss, shit and cum in my princess diapers by using these pansy looking locks to lock mittens on my wrists and lock this playsuit on me. I’m not comfortable asking you but daddy is making me, i want to take all this off and he knew that so he’s asking wants me to ask a stranger to lock me in and keep the keys. He has also asked me to beg you to feed me baby food every hour and a baby bottle filled with milk and any of your body fluids every half hour. Daddy told me to stress im a Sexless baby cuck so im allowed no sexual pleasure or release. Will you dominate me sir?” I said as the embarrassment tears rolled down my face, which did nothing to my 24 hour makeup.

“Give me your wallet!” The man demanded, “but i ehm I cant…” i tried to say as the man grabbed my back and took my wallet. Taking out my driver’s license he held the photo up next to me and said “ruin and dominate a white boys 8 hour flight cause he’s a faggot? Sure but am taking that $100 you got here cuck and your going to do nothing” he said taking the money I’d planned to use on a taxi. Whimpering i began to get a horrible feeling about this man but it was too late now, “ok turn round gayboy, lets make sure you don’t get any wrong ideas about whos the man here”. Reluctantly doing as i was told i turned to face my back and the playsuit zipper toward him and used my hand to move the extensions away from the top of the zip. However instead of hearing a click he began unzipping the playsuit to which I panicked and tried to round saying “wait…” but he simply grabbed my puffy sleeved shoulder and stopped me from turning. Zipping the playsuit right down i felt him reach in and cinch the plastic panties waist tighter before clipping a lock on them as well, “oh fuck up, im not interested in fucking something as feeble and weak as you, im ensuring that even if that play suit comes off by some miracle, the diapers dont!” The man said zipping the play suit back up he then clipped a lock through the locking rings trapping me inside. What now?! Up until now i could give in any time, set my own limits, not now!. Turning me back round the man grabbed one mitten at a time and simply man handled my hands into them, as he tightened them and locked them on my wrists he asked, “anything else your evidently more manly than you daddy wanted me to know! Like your faggot name? Were you to be sleeping all flight or reading baby picture books? Tell me!”. I looked him in the eye as I nervously replied, “daddy calls me Jade sir, and daddy said I’ve to watch only princess related shows and movies on the screen all flight sir” as i looked at the row on the other side of the plane watching and laughing at me, crying a little i hung my head which the man would raise as he violently pushed the pacifier gag into my mouth and secured the strap tightly behind my head and padlocked it as well.

To my surprise the man then reached into his hand luggage and pulled out leather belts which he then proceeded to use as he grabbed me, pulled me into the middle seat and pinned my mittened arms to the armrests where he secured them with the belts. I began panicking and moaned as I wrestled against the belts trying to pull my arms away, panicking so much i fussed enough to draw an air hostesses attention. Approaching she spoke before seeing from my nose down, “miss is this man bothering y…..” she stopped her sentence apon reaching the side of the large black man who restrained my wrists, looking me up and down she spotted my adams apple and my pink playsuit with white frills and snorted in derision, looking to the black man the air hostess said “why is this man dress so fuckin pathetically, locked in mittens and restrained to his chair?”.

At that the large man reached over the armrest and my struggling arm and slapped his hand down on my diapered crotch grabbing and squeezing my puffy diapered crotch, i squealed in embarrassment as i expected pain but forgot that the numbing cream meant i was effectively sensation-less down there. However i cried hard as he jiggled his hand side to side with hold of my diapers and penis in his massive hands, “Well miss, this Baby asked me to control IT for 8 hours while on the flight. Apparently it wants to be dressed this way because its not a man, so its dressed in the most pathetically ridiculous way possible. It…. Sorry how rude of me… She begged me to stop her from using the toilet and begged me to ensure she used all 4 of her diapers by locking her in the clothes you see now. She also said shes far to feeble and weak to look after herself so she asked me to control her for her own good” he said looking round at me. “Is that true sir? Or madam?” The air hostess asked me with a sigh and roll of her eyes. Panicking all i could think was ‘no no no i changed my mind let me go! I don’t want this!’ As I violently shook my head with my extesions whipping my faces as i shook my head.

Squeezing harder the man was actually starting to crush my penis, but once again i was numb to this pain, looking back at the air hostess he said “oh don’t listen to her, ask these lovely people they saw her beg me and watch me put all 4 padlocks on her” the big black man said with a smile. Turning to the young couple and their late teenage daughter across the isle from us. To which the 3 of them testified i wanted to be in this position and even told the air hostess I begged and begged. At that the air hostess looked at me dead in the eye and said, “Well LITTLE GIRL you better quiet down and do what your temporary care giver says and be grateful he agree to look after someone weak as you. If you don’t quiet down i’ll be force to have the captain redirect the pain and land to remove you and thats a jailable offence…. You decide” and walked off.

Letting go of my crotch the man began to plug headphones into the screen in the back of the chair in front of me and to my embarrassment clicked Sofia the First the show about the little princess who wears the purple dress…. 4 seasons! God how embarrassing to sit here like this with no choice but to watch it. “Now, shut the fuck up faggot and enjoy your little cucky princess programs. Your first bottle feeding is in 30 minutes. Be prepared to drink the entire 250 ml’s!” And at that he placed the headphones over my ears drowning out everything but the babyish princess show. Each time i looked at anything but the screen he grabbed my cheeks and redirected my face.

After 15 minutes I accepted i was unfortunately stuck and began to just suckle helplessly on my paci as my tears dried into my cheeks and i became mindlessly engrossed in sofia’s adventures. However 5 minutes after that i notice my temporary care giver leaving his seat to go to the toilet with my bottle…. ‘Oh god no! I didn’t think he’d actually make me drink his cum!!!’ I though as i began to try and struggle quietly. 10 minutes later he returned with a the 250 ml bottle with easily 50 ml of cum in it, ‘No Way God no!!! How did he cum that much’ i thought as my eyes began to well up again. I watched as he then poured 150 ml of water in and added 50 ml of baby formula and mixed it up with tea stirrer. Securing the nipple back on he grabbed the keys to the padlocks and undid the padlock on the paci gag and removed my headphones, looking at him i was terrified and mortified, i shook my head as much as my neck would allow but he wasn’t interested and simply grabbed one of my fake foam tits which in turn moved the peg behind it clamped to my nipple cause me to moan and whimper as i began to feel horny. “Gayboy am gonna remove this paci and your going to drink every single last gulp of this! If you don’t….. you’ll never make it to wherever your going when you land because I’ll kidnap you faggot! Now be a good BABY and drink up” he said forcefully as he undid the strap and removed my paci, before i could speak the nipple of the bottle was in my mouth filling it with horrible, disgusting, vile and emasculating baby formula spiked with superior black man cum!. As i tried hard not to vomit and to breath heavily through my nose he played with my foam tits seeing how it made my body tremble since he was effectively tweaking my nipples. Tears once again streamed down my face as the further down the bottle i got the more concentrated his potent, bitter and salty cum gushed into my mouth and slid down my throat. Eventually though the ordeal was over and before i had even the time to regain my breath let alone beg for freedom i was regagged, gag locked in place, headphones back on and having my head pointed back to sofia the first.

Once again after 15 minutes I had ceased resistance and softened into sitting still and quietly watching the little princess. What could i do? My arms were bound painfully to the arms of the chair, even if they weren’t the mittens were tightly locked on my hands so I couldn’t grab anything or escape, there were no other seats to move too to escape my new caregiver accept the one by the window that like a baby i was now not being given the choice of sitting in! Helpless! Pathetic! And above all else… demoralised.

After another 15 minutes came yet another cum filled baby formula bottle however this time the man fed me one of the many baby food pouches i had been told by daddy to eat. God every mouthful was revolting 🤮 i dry heaved with every mouthful and each time my body wrenched my caregiver would threaten me with graphic and detailed threats of how this experience would be my 24/7 365 if I didn’t behave and he kidnapped me. Finally my first feeding was over and once again i was returned to my helpless princess show watching state, however only 5 minutes after eating i began to feel pressure on my bladder and looked at the man with begging eyes as i looked down and tried desperately to point at my diaper with my mittened hands but he simply kept returning my face to the screen, after 10 minutes i could no longer hold it, tears pouring down my cheeks i went bright red with embarrassment as i felt no pressing on my bladder, i may have been completely numb in the crotch but i knew what i’d just done. Trying to hang my head in shame the man once again grabbed my cheeks and pointed my face to the screen, I didn’t know it then but this relentless forced regression while watching sofia the first would create a connection between the show and my current state in my mind that would ruin my life later.

Sitting in the piss soaked first diaper I gradually accepted what was to come, 15 minutes later I willingly accepted the caregiver removing my paci gag and even drank my 3rd bottle without complaint. Slowly i began to realise i had no right to complain…. I asked for this after all. By the time i finished the third bottle my new caregiver began to look like he was enjoying the process of regressing me as he became more gentle, not ramming the paci gag back into my mouth but gently replacing it and once locked back in my mouth he would reach over patting my crotch and whispered, “see isn’t it just easier when you accept your superior cum from an actual man… good little girl!” Before once again returning my headphones and entrancing me in the princess show. For the first 4 hours of the flight I melted into submissive acceptance of the situation I’d put myself in and behaved for the man who began insisting i call him Uncle Jay. However after beginning to behave for uncle jay he had kept my paci gag removed after my 3 disgusting baby food meal at hour 3 of the flight which made it more embarrassing that when flight attendants now spoke to me i simply had to ignore them and keep watching the princess show while Uncle Jay spoke for me.

After the feeding at hour 4 uncle jay would begin to do something I wasn’t expecting, after watching me dry heave and swallow the food and bottle he would reach over unplugging my headphones and removing them from my head as well as turning of the screen. “Ehm did i uhm not eat or drink as much as you wanted me to Uncle Jay? Im really sorry just please don’t punish me i’m embarrassed enough!!” I aksed very nervously as i begged. To my surprise he would also undo the belts holding my arms to the arm rest. “No no no gayboy you’ve been hilariously pathetic and well behaved but I don’t think your daddy will be best pleased if you don’t get some sleep! So i bought something for my girlfriend but i realised its far to pathetic, humiliating and regressive for her… so you will wear it and get some shut eye!” He said taking me under the arm and pulling me up to stand in the area in front of the toilet door while he reached into his backpack and rummaged for what he was talking about. You know you’ve lost all hope of using the toilet like an adult when like me you don’t even try to open the toilet door. At that uncle jay pulled from his bag what looked like a pink rolled up sleeping bag, i blushed and went to shake my head but suddenly stood in the isle he held one end of the sleeping back and suddenly it unrolled and hung in front of him. This was no ordinary sleeping bag, it was a sleeping back cut to be shaped like a princess dress, it had a floor length skirt which was closed over at the bottle like a sleeping bag and was embroidered to look like Princess Aurora’s dress, unzipping the back Uncle Jay turned the open zip to face me and ordered i slip off my ugg boots and step in.

What choice did i have, where was i going to run too. Glowing bright red in embarrassment i slipped off my uggs and stepped into the dress shapped bag which was so soft and poofy inside that it tickled my bare legs from the knee down and felt funny on my feet as i could feel the plane floor through sleeping back. Turning me round uncle jay zipped it up and mortifyingly it did not hide my playsuit encased shoulders entirely. “Now back into the middle seat faggot, its nap time….” Uncle just said manhandling me into my seat again, once sat down i moved the dress shaped sleeping bag skirt around with my mittened hands and said nervously “but im uhm not very ehmmm tired Uncle Jay” to which he pulled out a matching princess aurora sleep mask and placed it over my extension adorned head and covered my eyes. “Nonsense faggot, you’re obviously in need of a nap now be a good girl and drift of to sleep quietly so i can enjoy the rest of my film” Uncle Jay said as he reached round with his right arm and wrapped it round me pulling my head in to rest on his shoulder. How much more demeaning was this flight going to get! I’d already swallowed more cum and baby food than is probably healthy for any adult, restrained to a chair and gagged to watch little girl programs and now i was being forced to sleep in a princess dress shaped sleeping bag over my baby playsuit finery with a princess night mask and a being forced to rest my head on a big butch black mans shoulder!!! I was modified and right there and then i again pissed my diaper, however the diaper was now so wet and full of piss and precum I definitely could feel it.

Unfortunately though i knew i was at Uncle Jay’s whims, and could now hear the 19 year old girl across the isle laughing at me…. If my penis wasn’t completely numb from the cream i’d have realised just how rock hard my situation was making me. Then….. came the worst, most embarrassing, most demoralising and single most humiliating moments of my life. Suddenly cramp began to take over my stomach and i began to feel my stomach churn, i could feel the baby food, baby formula and Black Man Bull Cum mixing in my stomach making it violently upset. Using my mitten covered hands which Uncle Jay hadn’t re-restrained to the chair because of my good behaviour I quickly fumbled the night mask up to my forehead, pushing up off his shoulder I turned and moved to the edge of the seat turning my Sleeping bag princess dress and Playsuit adorned body so my chest was facing him i wrapped on arm round my stomach and tried to reach the sleeping zip with the other. Looking Uncle Jay in the eye with pure fear in mine i said “Look Jason! This isn’t a game anymore, get the keys out and remove the locks quickly! I think im about to explode with Diarrhoea!! Please this isn’t even a part of the kink thing anymore, i dont want to shit myself!! PLEASE!!!! Unlock me you sadistic fucker!! IM NOT A GIRL OR A BABY I WON’T SHIT IN A DIAPER ON A PLANE FULL OF PEOPLE NOW UNLOCK ME!!!!……… PLEASE” I said angrily and in extreme discomfort as i now wrapped both arms round my waste and tried to hold my cheeks together. “Excuse me Faggot! Who the fuck do you think yours talking to like that!!” Uncle jay growled grabbing me by the throat with one of his massive hands. “Ugghh im sorry! Please Jason! Im a Man! I’ll pay you 200 dollars! Just please get this stuff off me!!” I beg as i began to struggle to breath. However with little to no effort Uncle Jay pinned me back into the middle seat and wrestled my mittened hands back to the arms of the chair and once again used belts to restrain them down. Fighting the paci gag into my mouth and tightening the strap as he padlocked it on he then lowered the sleep mask and whispered in my ear.

“You think I’m as weak and dumb as you! You knew you’d need to shit eventually! You just resisted and tried to escape to delude yourself into thinking your not the biggest diaper using sissy faggot ever!!! Now shut the fuck up! Shit your diapers, cry a little then go to fucking sleep!! Sweet dreams cucky” to which he then put noise cancelling headphones over my ears and blasted baby songs like wheels on the bus, baby shark, rain rain go away and more on repeat. Now blind again i tried to curl forward and fight the bowel pain of holding back the diarrhoea but every time i curled forward Uncle Jay pushed me back up straight. Eventually the pressure became too much and with a whale of embarrassment and tears I let go, a huge load of steaming hot and disgusting smelling diarrhoea exploded into my diaper with a very very very loud squelching sound. “Ewwww thats fucking disgusting! That boy wearing baby girl cloths and diapers just shit himself!!! Thats so gross!!!” The teenager girl across the isle said. Which for the next 10 minutes sparked demoralising humiliation and rude and mean comments being flung my way, however like a baby i was oblivious to the discomfort of everyone else thanks to the baby songs and noise cancelling headphones, however tears poured down my face, snot ran down and out my nose and i whaled and cried like a proper baby as all i could feel was the warm, acidic and splurgy diarrhoea moving around my ass, up the side my ass cheeks and all around the diaper.

After about 15 more minutes the humiliation and physical discomfort had fatigued me and without meaning to i found myself fast asleep. How pathetic was I now! Not only was i dressed in the most Pathetic manner humanly imaginable, i was now restrained and asleep in a diarrhoea filled diaper which was so full it had now leaked into the second of 4 diapers and for what?! Because I’m not a man…. I’m most definitely not a man right now! As i slept i was unaware that with each fart more diarrhoea just sorta plumed out of my ass. Whats more pathetic? I was dreaming that i was Sissy Natalie’s daddy, waiting in scotland for him while he suffered the situation I’ve put myself in now following his orders!. However sadly dreams have too end and i was awoken by Uncle jay forcing another bottle into my mouth, as soon as the liquid hit my tongue i gagged hard, this wasn’t cum mixed with baby formula. All i could taste was cum and even….. piss, in a sensorily deprived state thanks to the headphones still playing baby songs and eye mask I couldn’t see but crying and wrenching as i tried to drink this disgusting cocktail I violently tried too get my restrained and mittened hands up to fight jason off. Crying and gagging a lot i, by some miracle, finished the bottle. Removing it from my lips jason raised the night mask and lowered the headphones to my neck. Blinking rapidly to adjust my eyes i felt a wave of embarrassment as I suddenly realised everyone on the plane was stood up looking at me. “We landed 5 minutes ago and tessa there” jason said pointing to the 19 year old, ��suggested you’d appreciate a 250ml bottle of purely cum, unfortunately some guys were reserved about masturbating into a bottle so those that didn’t just pissed in it” to which I suddenly began to feel sick and gagged hard as he said that.

With that the plane doors opened and all the other passengers disembarked as they laughed and degraded me. Looking jason in the eyes i said nervously, “well thank you very much for your forceful domination and unwavering control uncle jason but could you please unlock all the padlocks now so i can at least change my diaper…. I think daddy would be more than satisfied with your domination of me thus far but the flight is now over so unlock me now please” i begged calmly trying not to sound like I hadn’t learned my lesson on how to speak to my caregivers. “Cant do that faggot” jason said abruptly.

“The hell you mean you can do that! You cant kidnap and keep me like this !!! I dont consent!!” I growled in a panic. “1. In this state do you really think i need your consent! Look at yourself!! And 2. I can’t because while your were asleep for 3 and a half hours I accidentally dropped the keys in the airplane toilet and flushed them….. ooooops” Jason laughed. “You did wha……” i tried to yell but jason simply stuffed the paci gag back in and secured it tight. Then using his superior strength he unrestrained my arms and put my pink Maxi length puffer jacket back on over everything i had on and zipped it up. He then put everything else of mine in my hand luggage, ugg boots, unused padlocks, bottle, baby food and a card with his phone number on it. Next he lowered my night mask again, put the baby music blasting headphones back over my ears and slung me over his shoulder fireman style. I couldn’t believe this, this had to be a record low, how was i ever to consider myself a man again!. Once off the plane, Jason sat me in a wheelchair and used the belts to restrain my arm to the arms of the wheelchair, feeling my hand luggage dropped on my lap i struggled as much as I could, cried, begged for help, pissed more in my diaper and eventually resigned myself to believing Jason was kidnapping me as i felt the wheelchair glide effortlessly through the airport.

Sure the TSA wont let you carry too large a deodorant on and off a plane incase your a terrorist but somehow Jason got a fully grown man dressed as an overgrown prissy baby girl wearing multiple soiled and disgusting smelling diapers restrained to a wheelchair through without any question!! I was so embarrassed and defeated and uncomfortable I couldn’t even bring myself to scream or moan when we stopped for 15 minutes which i can only assume was the TSA check. Eventually after about 40 minutes of movement i felt the warm fresh air hit my face which admittedly felt good and stopped me smelling my own disgusting diaper however after sitting with the direct sun hitting me for 5 minutes while i smelled cigarette smoke i was sweating profusely under my many layers which made me even more horribly uncomfortable. I assume Jason had me sitting at the smoking area while he huffed a cigarette 🚬 because after that the smell disappeared and suddenly the headphones pulled down.

“Ok Faggot here where we part ways. This taxi guy is holding a sign that says ‘taxi for Sissy Baby Sexless Cuckold Jade’ which can only really be you. Its a wheelchair accessible taxi so your going in like this. Next place you’ll see is where daddy lives! Ive had fun, I’d say i hope you did but look at you….. on the surface you hated it but deep down your wishing i’d kidnap you!” In my head i told myself he was wrong i was a man, i couldn’t spend to weeks like this no! But inside i knew he was right. Feeling his kiss my forehead he added, “goodbye gayboy, hope chugging all that cum of mine has gotten you addicted to me…. If it has and you decide you want to be uncle Jay’s baby forever…. My numbers in your bag….. keep the princess dress sleeping bag and mask…. To remember me by….. and cause you look fucking hilarious in them hahaha goodbye faggot” he finished as he put the headphones back up despite my begging and moaning for more information and seemingly disappeared. With only my sense of smell i had no idea what was happening, i felt the chair go up and incline a smelled a car air freshener, with only that to go on i once again broke down in tears wondering how many people had seen me and laughed since i came off the plane. Off i went to daddy Natalies house…. A pathetic shell of the man who left scotland……

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☾꙳all the things I hate about you☀︎꙳ pt.5

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Hi everyone! sorry it’s been so long, ill try my best to post every time I can but I do have a really big school trip coming up (it’s out of state) so I’m getting a lot more work than usual so my apologies if updates are slow

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we made it, I was now only a few days away from being a part of something incredible and most importantly I, me, Y/n L/n was going to see Chandler fucking Riggs in person! how amazing right? At least that’s what I would say if I hadn't already promised I wouldn’t bother or talk to him unless needed to

I and my mom decided to take a small break and go get some food at the airport, I thought that now would be a good time to call F/n, I clicked her contact and listened to it ring, and ring, and ring some more “Hi this is F/n sorry I couldn’t pick up the phone im probably busy” before the voicemail sound started playing I hung up, F/n always responded always, no matter what she was doing, but I just brushed it off and decided to text her

‘hii I just got to Atlanta call me when you’re free!’

I then took my last bite of food and me and my mom left

after what felt like hours, we got to our new house, my god it was huge! “go ahead and find a room N/n (nickname)” my mom said and I nodded putting in my headphones and played f/b (fav band) before grabbing 2 boxes one filled with clothes the other filled with hygiene products,

I opened the door with a bit of struggle and almost dropped my boxes looking at the entire, I was a HUGE fan of big houses and the way they look so this was amazing, I ran up the stairs forgetting I had 2 boxes in my hand, let’s just say the moment I had reached the top of the stairs my arms were sore

after passing 2 other rooms I opened a door to see a room with 3 windows one leading toward the roof, I sat the boxes down and lead up against the wall, I grabbed my phone out of my pocket only to feel disappointment fill me as there was no response from f/n,

“Y/n come here!” my mom said and I slowly made my way downstairs taking out the headphones as my mom talked to a woman there was a boy standing next to her he was looking down but when he lifted his head up and we locked eyes I imminently ran back upstairs and behind a wall covering my mouth with my hands,

I had just locked eyes with Chandler Riggs, CHANDLER RIGGS IS AT MY DOOR,

“Please come in, I’ll go get my daughter” I heard my mom say as footsteps filled my ears, my heart was racing my breaths were heavy sweat dripping down my head, “hun?” my mom said, and turned her head to see me sitting on the ground looking like a nervous wreck. “are you okay Hun?” she asked and violently shock my head before standing up and pointed to her ear she rolled her eyes at my childishness and leaned down, “Chandler Riggs is literally in our house mom, no I am NOT okay,” I said and she laughed. “come on Y/n you 14 you need to stop being so shy” my mom then pushed me forward so I was standing at the top of the stairs, I could feel Chandler and his mom stair at me, I dug my nails into my hand as I felt my mom erg me to go down the stairs so I did I walked down slowly till we were both standing Infront of them, and no matter how hard I tried I couldn't lift my head up not for a second when my moms hand went to my shoulders forcing me to once again lock eyes with Chandler, HOW CAN SOMEINE BE EVEN CUTER IN PERSON OMGGGGGGG

I was internally screaming when I saw Chandler’s face turn into something that looked, disappointed? “this is my Daughter Y/n” my mom said and I looked back down and gave a small wave. “like Y/n L/n? well isn’t this a surprise you going to be working with my son right?” she asked and I nodded, “I’m Gina it’s lovely to meet you” she said and I opened my mouth, “its nice to meet you too” I said quietly shaming myself for not looking at her while she talked. “y/n has always been so bashful my apologies” my mom said and once again I shoved my nails into my hand. “oh that’s Fine, Chandler why don't you introduce yourself?” Gina said and my heart began to race more just by hearing his name, “oh there’s no need, Y/n has told me so much about you” I looked up at my mom with a ‘why would you say that look’ and she chuckled. “she has always loved, what was his name? Carl? since she was little” my mom said and the more she did the more I wanted to jump off a bridge. “Hi I’m Chandler” GOD HIS VOICE WAS NECTOR FROM THE HEAVENS OMGGGGGG AHHHHHHH’

“it was lovely to meet you too but y’all are probably busy with unpacking so we’ll be off, heres my number if you need anything,” Gina said and handed my mom a piece of paper. “Thank you for coming over I’ll see you soon,” my mom said and they left

I just made eye contact with Chandler Fucking Riggs, not once BUT TWICE, wait...why did he look at me like that? was there something On my face? maybe my clothes? did I look at him weirdly? did he think I'm weird?

did I seriously just ruin my first impression with the person I have admired my whole life

GOD DAMMIT Y/-

#carl grimes #carl the walking dead #the walking dead #twd carl #carl x reader #twd x reader #chandler riggs #chandler riggs x reader #fanfic #fanfiction

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emumumimimi · 2 years ago

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Summary: you were about to go home after school with your friends. until your friend, the leader of the phantom thieves, messages you. saying how he wants to hang out. And it seems like he isn’t the only one.

Word count: 1.2k (+)?

Tags: goro/reader/akira, use of akira kurusu, ooc akira??? (idk im sorry T_T), cringe writing, goro and the reader r friends from da past

A/N: first time posting uhm go ez on me,,,,,,

The bell rings indicating the end of school. The once peaceful and quiet halls of Aoyama is disrupted by the sound of after school chatters and footsteps of the students. You were packing up your things when your friends already called you to go out.

“HEYYY ya done yet?” Ichigo asked, approaching your desk with her school bag hanging on her shoulder. “Dude, chill. I’m still packing up” you said, putting your paper and pencil case in your bag. “Yea Ichigo, chill. We don't shove our things in our bag like you do.” Aiko said, just finished putting their notebook inside their bag.

Ichigo just huffed and threw the two people the middle finger causing them to giggle. Finally done packing their things, they head out of the classroom to leave the school. The three friends walk through the halls when one of them asks something. “Y’all doing anything after school?” Ichigo asked the two. “No not really, though i need to buy some stuff my sis asked me” you replied. Aiko also said “same with her, why?”. “I wanna hang around the boba shop near school, you guys in?” Ichigo said. Both of you and Aiko agreed in unison, eager for a cold, sweet drink after school.

As you and your friends chatter and walk to the gate, you felt a buzz on your phone.

Tallass: hey!

Tallass: your school just finished right?

Oh! Its akira. You quickly replied to him, minding your steps when you descend the stairs.

Tallass: hey!

Tallass: your school just finished right?

Shortfuck: yep

Shortfuck: we headen out to get boba and just need to buy some things. Y

Aiko sees you texting someone. “Who that?” They asked, already peering over your shoulder. “Akira” you said, looking up and see the school gate nearby. “OH! Is that the black haired so-called “delinquent” you told about and he's actually really nice and the accusations are wrong?” Ichigo inputted in the conversation, looking at you across Aiko. You sigh, “yea, i mean i can get where some of the students come from but like, cmon” you said with a pout. “There there~” Aiko patted your back. “At Least he has some friends that seem to really care about him” Aiko says. “And handsome too” Ichigo chirped

Right when you're about to reply, your phone buzzes again.

Tallass: im outside your school.

Tallass: ill be waiting :)

Your eyes widen doubled take at the message, not expecting for akira to appear in your school, especially on how busy he seems this week from the “metaverse” as he says (your still a bit shaken up from the information of “persona” and the whole phantom thieves going on in his life. Yet, you still support him nonetheless).

You stopped and showed your two friends the message you just received. Cheeks slowly turn red as you wait for them to finish reading the text. Both of them laughed and said “DAMN (NAME). LIVING THAT WATTPAD LIFE” Aiko giggled while Ichigo snickers next to them. “Ah yes, the basic ‘I fell in love with the delinquent and changed his way’” Ichigo added to Aiko's tease, still giggling. Feeling more embarrassed by their teasing, you quickly speed walk to the school gates and look for Akira, afraid that he might’ve waited too long.

As you arrived at the school gates, you see a somewhat small circle forming at the side of the gate. Thinking that it might be the person you’re looking for, you went through the crowd. You mutter a bunch of “excuse me” “sorry” as you went through the crowd. You also heard a bit of gossip after going through the crowd. Ranging from “who is he?” “is he a student here” “my god he's hot” you chuckled at the last part. Finally zooming past the crowd, you found the person you were chatting a minute ago. He stood tall, with his bag on his left shoulder, while his phone on his right hand as seeming to check if there's a new notification as such.

“A..Akira!” you called out, a bit shy at first but gaining courage at the last second. The moment he heard his name called from one of his favorite people, a soft smile grew on his face. “Hey, (name)” he said with a smile approaching you. “W-what are you doing here?” you stammer out your words, embarrassed from the attention you're getting right now. “We haven't really seen each other that much for a few weeks, so I thought this would be a good day to hang out?” he said “that is, if your not busy?” he smiled a bit, putting his hands in his pockets and leaning to you a bit.

A hand suddenly slung over your shoulder. “Hey Kurusu! Dontcha worry! You can have (name) for today. We can always get boba together next time” Ichigo said with a smile on her face. “Yeaaa! You and (name) have fun for today~” Aiko said from behind you, seemingly pushing you to Akira. “W-w-woah hey w-wait! I haven't said anything that much yet!!” you half yelled cheeks turning red again as you try to stop Aiko from pushing you to Akira. “Do you.. not want hang out..?” akira said, looking at you with puppy eyes.

You turn beet red from the way he looks at you. “No, I do want too! I just…” you start to mumble and look down. You look back at Akira and see the same glint in his eyes when he teases you. You were about to hit him for it when you heard a familiar voice from the other side.

“Omygod! Is that Akechi Goro?!”

The crowd now starts to grow bigger from the exclamation of that one student. Girls started to squeal and other start to bring out a paper hoping to get an autograph from the famous detective.

“G-Goro?!” you squeaked out not expecting another person to see outside your school.

“Hello (name)” Goro greets, approaching your group, a pleasant smile across his face. “Hello, Kurusu.” he also greets, though his tone seems a bit more sharper and lower but only you can notice, after hanging out with the detective a lot of times. “Akechi! Hello to you too” Akira greets Goro back, not minding the dark gaze Goro throws at him. “Goro….w-what brings you here..?” you turn to him and ask, cheeks turning red again. “I wanted to surprise you and hope I could perhaps walk you home since it's been long since we’ve talk” he said, his tone softer than he had with Akira.

“Dude.” Ichigo whispers from your left ear behind you. “y/n life. Literally.” Aiko added, also whispered to you from behind in your right here. You look at them with a glare and cheeks red. “Is that so? I also plan on to hang out with (name) today. In fact, we were about to leave!” Akira said to Goro, having an arm already on your shoulder. “Oh really? I think (name) can hang out with you another day. Right, (name)?” Goro counters back, a smile still on his face but seems a bit strained.

“Uhm… ahahaha… uh” you said, sweating and looking at the two men, fighting over who you will spend your afternoon with.

#persona 5 #akira kurusu x reader #goro akechi x reader #akira x reader #akira/reader/goro #persona 5 fic #akechi x reader #is this fandom still alive #old writing

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storiesofsvu · 3 years ago

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Dunbar Magic Hot Cocoa

Heather Dunbar x reader Warnings: language, some gentle teasing, illness. Covers "hot chocolate" square of my bingo, and the "sick/illness" square of @resanoona s bingo Is this a *very* self indulgent fic because I'm sick, feverish and unfortunately DONT have someone to take care of me and make me soup and god forbid i had to even do the dishes in order to make my soup earlier despite not wanting to move? Yes. Yes it is.(which also means if its total garbage or doesn't make sense... it is because i am feverish and sick and my brain is not good...)

Heather taking half days was no strange thing. It was easy enough for her to work from home if she had any last minute calls, paperwork or the like and she much preferred it. The comfort of her own home meant she didn’t have to be wearing the sky high stilettos, there were no phones ringing off the hook from other offices, no chatter of other White House employees and most of all no one could pop up into her home office unannounced.

The front door swung shut behind her and she hung up her coat, stepping out of her shoes before letting out a soft groan at the relief of being home early. Wandering through the living room her plan was to pour a glass of wine, head upstairs to change and then work on some paperwork. She tossed her bag over the bag of the couch with the intention of coming back from it later when a muted, “oof” groaned from the other side of it and she stalled in her step.

“You throwing things at me now?” You grumbled, shoving her bag down to your feet as she rounded the couch.

“Sweetheart! I’m so sorry, I didn’t realize you were home.”

“What’re you doing home?” You grumbled, pulling the blanket tighter around you as you nestled into the couch.

“Took a half day.” She shrugged, perching on the edge of the couch and she frowned, watching the way you shivered, pulling the blanket right up to your neck, your eyes already shut again. “Hey, what’s going on?” Her hand reached out, the back of it resting against your forehead.

“Nothing. Just tired. Woke up with a bit of a cough.”

“Well you’re burning up.” She tsk’d, swiftly moving from the couch and you could hear her rummaging around in what you could only assume was the bathroom before she returned to the couch. The thermometer beeped and she let out a soft sigh, “you’ve got a fever sweetheart.”

“I’m freezing.”

“Yeah that’s how a fever generally works.” She chuckled, “I assume you haven’t taken anything?”

“I had some cough syrup right when I got up but I’m pretty sure I puked it all back up.”

“Have you eaten?”

“Mm-mm.” You shook your head, your eyes finally cracking open to find her sitting on the edge of the couch again, her sick kit sitting on the coffee table.

“Let’s start with some Tylenol to help with that fever.” She popped the bottle and handed you one along with a water bottle and you let out a groan as you half sat up to take it. “Now stay here, I’ll put something together that should be easy enough on your stomach, you need to eat.”

“Thank you.” You murmured, dropping down into the couch cushions before Heather pressed a soft kiss to your temple and slipped from the room.

You slipped in and out of dozing while you listened to Heather quietly move through the house, the sound of her disappearing upstairs to change followed by her in the kitchen. It wasn’t long before she was back at your side, smoothing back your hair from your face,

“You think you can sit up for me?” She asked softly, helping you shift on the couch after you nodded, wincing at the stiff aches all through your body. You glanced to the tray on the coffee table, she’d brought you a small bowl of oatmeal with banana slices and honey drizzled on the top, a steaming mug of tea and a container of coconut water.

“Isn’t the go to supposed to be soup?” You croaked.

“It’ll be easy on your stomach and settle a bit better than something like broth, fill you up more too.” She handed you the bowl and you sunk into her side the best you could while staying upright as you slowly started to eat. Heather’s arm wound around you, hand gently rubbing at your shoulder and she pressed a kiss to the top of your head. “Did you only throw up the one time?”

“Mmhmm.” You nodded, mouth full of oatmeal that you swallowed down before you spoke, “it’s the coughing… my body tries to get the phlegm out and then…the motion just keeps going and I puke.” You glanced up at her with a wince, “sorry, it’s gross I know.” Heather laughed, kissing your forehead.

“Oh sweetheart, I’ve raised two kids, I think I’ve dealt with my fair share of far worse things than vomit.”

“Gross.” You grumbled and she chuckled.

You slowly worked through the bowl, taking time between each bite to make sure it was settling properly in your stomach instead of shovelling it all down and hoping for the best. The last thing you wanted now was to puke again and have Heather hear it. Heather’s hand continued to rub at your arm, little murmurs of conversation here and there while you ate and she pulled out her phone to start on a couple of emails. When you were finished eating you started to lean forward but Heather was faster, swiftly taking the bowl out of your hand to move it to the table so you wouldn’t have to move. She picked up the mug of tea, now not so hot,

“Drink at least a little bit for me, try and get some fluids in.”

“Okay.” You started with a couple of small sips, making sure the beverage was cool enough and to not overwhelm your system.

“Good girl.” She praised, kissing the side of your head. “We’ll give it some time and if you vomit again I’ll make some calls, get you an IV bag or two, alright?” Her hand cupped at your cheek, thumb rubbing at your skin and you nodded.

“Thank you.”

“Of course.” She smiled, “I’ve got to take care of my best girl, don’t I?” She leant in, kissing your forehead gently, “now why don’t you try and get some rest? You want to go upstairs?”

“Don’t wanna move.” You grumbled, flipping yourself so your feet and head were opposite and you were able to bury your head in her lap and she chuckled.

“And I guess I’m not going anywhere either?”

“Absolutely not.” You yawned as your eyes fluttered shut again.

Heather laughed quietly, adjusting the blanket so it was tightly wound around you, one hand coming to softly play with your hair, scratching at your scalp gently to soothe you while the other one picked up a work file. She was incredibly glad at the fact that you only coughed a few times, though she winced at how deep and wheezy they were, your entire body rocking when you coughed. She could tell by the way you were shifting that you were doing your best to not cough, not wanting it to cause an upset stomach again. Her hand moved to your back, softly rubbing circles between your shoulders until you were finally breathing regularly and she knew you were asleep.

She checked your temperature a few more times while you slept, happy to see that the Tylenol was helping and she hoped you were through the worst of it. She was used to taking care of people, but she absolutely hated seeing the ones she cared about sick, especially you. It dulled your shine, turned you into a zombie of a being and she hated it. She groaned quietly when her phone started to ring and she had to gently ease you off her lap while trying not to wake you before slipping into the other room.

You only woke up when she returned to the living room a while later, she’d set up one of the humidifiers next to the couch and placed a glass of wine down on the coffee table.

“Feeling better?” She asked, slipping back onto the couch beside you.

“A little queasy still.”

“You want some more tea?”

“No.” You grumbled, your gaze drifting out the window, watching the snow flutter down in the sky, “it’s the holidays, I deserve magic hot cocoa.”

“Okay, okay.” She laughed, knowing that you were already feeling better than when she had originally come home, kissing your cheek softly, “wait right here.”

You did exactly as she asked, sitting up and wrapping the blanket around your shoulders as your hand reached out for the television remote, turning it on. You flicked through a couple of options before you found one of your classic comfort shows, picking a random episode to start on while Heather putzed around in the kitchen. Her hot cocoa was always homemade, and there was definitely a secret ingredient that she would never in a million years tell anyone what it was. No matter how many times you tried to recreate it you never could. She would tease and simply say it was “made with love”, causing you to roll your eyes and poke her ribs until you thought she’d admit what it was but she never did. She also never allowed you in the kitchen while making it, just to be safe.

You heard the telltale sign of the whip cream canister right as you heard the front door open and swing shut. Two shoes were clunked against the floor and the pitch of the cough told you it was Becca showing up unexpectedly. She rounded the corner a second later, pulling her hoodie tighter around her as she made a beeline for you and the couch.

“Hey.” She groaned, dropping down beside you and grabbing a second blanket.

“Becca?” Heather re-entered the room, two mugs of cocoa in her hands that she placed down on the table, “I thought you were staying at your dad’s this week.”

“Dad may be a literal doctor, but you’re so much better at this.” She glanced between you, “sorry to like, barge in on your night.”

“It’s not a worry.” Heather smiled, leaning over you to kiss her daughter on the head before gesturing at you, “this one’s a day or two worse than you already.”

“Is… is that your famous magic hot cocoa?” Becca asked, shooting her mom puppy dog eyes and the older woman laughed.

“Good thing I made enough for seconds.” She winked before slipping off back into the kitchen and coming back with a mug with extra whipped cream for Becca, “you know, you probably wouldn’t have caught whatever’s going around if you weren’t going to so many make-out parties with your friends.”

“Eww! Mom!”

“Heat!” You laughed, swatting at her.

“Yeah I’m sure that’s how y/n got it.” Becca shot back.

“Oh for sure. Make out parties are all the jam, haven’t you heard.” You raised a brow to Heather’s direction and she rolled her eyes as Becca laughed.

“All the jam? God you guys are so old.” Her laugh turned into a minor coughing fit and Heather frowned, picking up a bottle of cough syrup from the table and handing it to her.

“And you sound like crap. No more than one movie and both of you are in bed, understood?”

“Yes.” The two of you replied in near unison as Heather chuckled.

Her natural and mom instincts were completely right after all, she made sure the two of you got some soup and toast for dinner, and another round or two of hot chocolate during the movie. Once it was over, both of you were nearly asleep, yawning and burying into the embrace of the other bodies on the couch. Heather placed a gentle kiss to your head, urging you to take some night time meds while she got Becca situated in her room upstairs with some extra meds, water and Gatorade. She came back down a few minutes later to find you attempting to clean up the dishes and clicked her tongue.

“None of that.” She wrapped around you, placing a kiss to your shoulder as her hands guided yours to put the stuff down on the counter, “I’ll take care of everything.”

“You always do.” You turned in her arms, a sleepy smile on your face.

“How about we get you upstairs? Get you tucked in nice and warm?”

“Sounds perfect.”

“Good.” She kissed the tip of your nose, “I love you sweetheart.”

“I love you too.”

“Thank you for always taking such good care of me.”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

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harrysrealgf · 2 years ago

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TAKE IT OFF

soccer!harry x popular!reader

summary: Harrys a soccer player who would absolutely die for you. You’re a popular pretty girl who gets all the attention and Harry doesn’t like it. You end up talking with the cute new kid and one thing leads to another.

warnings:smut

i apologize in advance, i cannot write smut

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You was practically a soccer mom to Harry.

You were at all of his games and took pictures of him like he was your own child. You loved taking care of people but people thought you were so mean because you’re one of the most popular kids in the school. you absolutely loved the attention people gave you, but harry doesn’t at all.

You guys were laying on Harrys bed, Harry was laying on his back and you were laying on his stomach.

“Y’coming to m’next game?” He randomly asks.

“Course i am. Who else is gonna take cute pictures and videos? When is it?” You looked at him and smiled sweetly.

“Its in two days. Y’know how pretty you look today?” He looked in her eyes. They both sat up.

“Oh so im not pretty any other day?” You joked around.

“N-no what i meant was-“

“Sounds like someone wants to fight,” You smiled.

“Oh c’mon honey, y’know id win in a heartbeat.” He smirked.

“Oh yeah?” You put your hair up.

“Mhm. Come on baby fight me then.” He smirked he really just wanted you on top of him

They wrestled/fought for a little bit until you won.

“I let y’beat me.” Harry smirked.

“You’re just saying that. You’d never be that nice.” They were silent for a little bit. “H?”

“Yes?”

“Can i give you a hug?” You refused to make eye contact.

“Of course baby. Y’okay?” He nudged her closer to him and she got in his arms

“Yeah im good. I just love your hugs.” You smiled into his chest. cringy. i hate being single

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At school you just wanted to be with Harry already. Everyday all you looked forward to is seeing him and watching his practices and going to his games.

You raised your hand to go to the bathroom.(to go on her phone and text H)

In the bathroom you pulled out your phone.

Y/n: baby i miss youuuuu

H: wanna leave during lunch?

Y/n: yessssss

You turned off your phone and went back to class.

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Lunch was coming in a couple minutes. You just wanted to leave. You hated being at school with all the fake people.

“Hey.” This guy who sat next to her said.

“Oh. Hi.” You said blankly.

“Do you have the answer to number 6?” He asked

“Oh- um.. No i don’t. Whats your name? I don’t think i’ve seen you around.” You laughed nervously.

“Lucas. And yeah im new here. But… could you answer this question for me…” He wrote down on his paper real fast.

He pushed the paper in-front of you and it read, Will you go on a date with me?

“Listen— um Lucas was it?” He nodded “You’re really sweet, and i know you’re new so you don’t know but… i have a boyfriend and were pretty committed so… No.” You said nervously.

“Oh. Im sorry i didnt know.”

“its okay,” The bell rings for lunch. “Ill see you later Lucas.” You went to your locker and after you put all your stuff away, you go to find Harry, only to see him talking to a girl from your class.

You walks up to them “Hey H.” He gives you a side eye and then turns to you.

“Ill see you later.” The girl says after walking away.

“Can we talk?” Oh God.

“Y-yeah.”

“Lets go to my car.”

In Harrys car you couldn’t help but think he was gonna break up with you.

“Are y’cheating on me? If y’are just say it now.” He looks straight in-front of him.

Ok not what you thought at all.

“No? Where did that come from?” You question weirdly.

“Briana Mccormick told me some guy asked y’out on a date, and y’said yes. I don’t want to believe her but please, just tell me. I wont be mad.” He said sternly.

“Briana Mccormick has the biggest crush on you H. Of course shes gonna try and break us up. But if you must know, he did ask me out on a date but i told him i had a boyfriend. So no H. Im not cheating on you.” You said with almost a duh tone.

“Okay. I believe y’honey. Sorry ‘bout tha’.” He blushed and looked at you.

“Its okay! If you want to talk about anything, please tell me. Okay?”

“I love you baby.” He reached over and kissed you deeply. He rubs his hand up and down your thigh going dangerously close to your clothed core.

“Lets go somewhere more private.” You guys pull into an abandoned parking lot.

He reclined his seat back and moved it back.

“Cmon baby.” He patted his lap. You went and sat on his lap and kissed him more, grinding slightly.

“H… Take it off.” You moaned quietly. “Please.”

“Anything for m’pretty girl.” He slid his pants down and then his boxers. You slid your pants and underwear down.

“Who’s cunt is this?” He says playing with your hole with his fingers.

“Yours. Its all yours.” You closed your eyes.

“Damn right.” He moaned at the sight of you.

He pulled his fingers out and licked his fingers clean. He pushed his cock inside of you slowly.

“Faster please.” You rode him a little bit.

He went faster and faster.

“Fuck honey, m’gonna cum. Y’cunt feel s’nice.” He moaned

“M-me too.” She moaned as she came. He came right after.

“One day m’gonna breed that fuckin’ cunt.” He bit his lip and kissed her. bc

#harry styles #harry styles x yn #harry styles x y/n #harrys house #kyle spencer x reader #harrysrealgf #Spotify

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catastrophic29 · 3 years ago

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Tim Drake Fic Recs

Liminal Spaces (Finished)

One of my favourite fics! Where Tim is taken by young justice verse batman cause he has horrible eating and sleeping habits, and he takes down the light. Really good, love his characterisation, Damian was so adorable and protective in this. Also read the other works especially Compression.

Your Universe is Kinda Soft (Finished)

This is another Tim going into another alternate universe fic, this ones before Jason dies and the Titans remember everything.

Prudence in the desert. (Unfinished, but hasn’t been updated in a while)

Pru is injured and she meets the the batfam, none of them have met her and know one knows what happened to him during the time Bruce was missing.

Abandoned Nest (Unfinished)

One where Tim leaves cause he doesn’t feel like he’s part of the family, so he moves to Brazil and is still in contact with Tam, Cassie and Pru. He adopts a child named Neves and Kon and Bart come back to life. Neves and Damian are both kidnapped and they meet.

How To Accidentally Acquire a Brother

I love this fic!, So Tim isn’t Robin and everyone is a bit deaged except Damian who is still ten. Janet and Jack Drake are really horrible here and run a drug ring. So Tim goes yo the Red Hood (AKA Jason) and gives him evidence on his parents crimes. Tim is really sweet and a genius in here and he knows Harley Quinn, Poison Ivy, Barbara Gordan, and Stephanie. The Batfam are trying to find out how Tim knows everyone while he’s in Jason’s safehouse. He becomes Red Robin briefly but more like an Oracle for Red Hood.

birds fly in every direction (Unfinished and hasn’t been updated in a couple months)

So Tim (who is not Robin or Red Rbin yet) sends evidence on criminals to the police under an alias, and Jason and Tim meet at school. The batfamily grow to like him and his parents are kinda douches, he knows their identities and reveals them later it’s really good, both angsty and funny.

Jason's birds (Unfinished)

A fic with a platonically possessive Jason and a sentient pit, Jason realizes that his family is kind fricked up, so he kidnaps Tim then Dick than probably more. Shows mostly Jason and Tim, but later shows a lot of Dick.

On The Road (Unfinished, pretty much abandoned cuz it hasn’t been updated in over a year.)

This one is unfinished and on the shorter side (only four chapters) Where Tim doesn’t interact with the batfamily much and is shot protecting Damian. The batfam is kinda bad but mostly redeemed.

Sticks and Stones (Finished, only four chapters)

Kinda sad, lots of emotional abuse , Stephanie is not portrayed very good in this but most of the stuff she did in this is cannon. Has protective teen Titans.

Oneshots

Bird's Night Out

Really funny and angsty with Batbrother relationships all connected, mainly with Tim and Jason. Begins when Jason calls cps on Bruce/Batman. and later Tim’s angry and Jason moves in with him cause he’s alone and Tim’s helping him plan revenge on Bruce (Non-violently) Later Dick and Damian come in.

and ill spend my whole lifetime with your life line wrapped around my throat

Posted as a series cause its a oneshot that’s from two different perspectives. (Jason and Tim) Centres around the titans Tower incident but where Tim is on a phone with his parents and it shows how bad parents they are.

That Awkward Moment When You Accidently Call A Rogue Mom

Has past Joker Junior Tim, and good Harley Quinn.

Tim the terrifying

Really good series where Tim is kinda ruthless and protective of his family and friends. I especially like the first and last ones.

Light of Gotham

Short, portrays a darker Batman and Robin.

postscript

Some connected oneshots with the aftermath with Red Robin, slightly morally dubious Tim.

Blabbermouth

Tim with truth serum, pretty funny.

Trouble

A CEO of Drake Industries Tim with TimSteph and Oracle Tim. Batfam are bodyguards.

The Warmth of Pandora's Box

Constantine and Tim friendship with Coraline crossover, tho the character Coraline doesn’t appear. Just the Beldam, I hate coraline (cause it was scary and I’m a wimp) but this was interesting.

ASSassins

Some more shenanigans with the assassin Trio and Tim. The justice league and batfamily are there too.

And If You Wrong Us

Some good Damian and Tim platonic relationships. With a bit of Damian angst.

First Meeting

Shows Tim as CEO of Drake industries, he was never Robin and it portrays how he is alike to his mother. Has Morally ambiguous Tim drake and the assassin Trio but mainly Pru. Minor Tim Drake/Pru.

you must have the words in that head of yours

One of my fav oneshots of Tim with both Jason and Pru friendship and its really funny.

Criminal deals are best made on a full stomach

A oneshot where the assasain Trio run a diner afte and Tim decides to bring Bruce there. Really funny.

Alien

Lazarus Tim where him and the assassin trio (Pru, Z and Owens) are dunked in the lazarus Pit. At Gotham he’s dosed with Ivy’s truth serum and Jason find him.

Other Lazarus Tim fics includes:

The Robin he left. (Oneshot)

The Tim Drake Jukebox (Series)

No Grave Can Hold My Body Down (Has Evil Tim)

Identity (Pretty Long, lots of )

Mama Amma (Has Tim as a mother)

Those are the ones I like, tho if you want more look at this tag.

https://archiveofourown.org/tags/Lazarus%20Tim

I have a lot more, so I might do a part two or add some fics to it later. Hope you like them. Tim’s my favourite Robin.

#Tim Drake #batfamily #fic recs #Tim Drake fic recs #Batman #Jason Todd #Bruce Wayne #Damian Wayne #Dick Grayson #tim drake angst #assassin trio

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denjilvrr · 2 years ago

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[4:15 AM] AKI HAYAKAWA

“im going to be so tired for work tomorrow.” you thought as you walked into the local corner store. it was 4:15 am and you had work tomorrow morning at 6 but these past few nights have been sleepless.

you walked through the isles searching for your go-to “midnight” snack. grabbing cup ramen, a few candy bars, and a slurpee. not the best mix but it sure put you to sleep with a stomach ache waiting in the morning.

you go up to the counter and patiently wait as the cashier rings up youre items. “8 dollars and 56 cents.” he says. you pull out your wallet and hand him 6 dollars in cash, maybe he’ll let it slide because you come here all the time.

he looks at you kind of funny, “um.. youre 2 dollars and 56 cents short.” you smiled, “can you let it slide this once, please. i dont have cash on me and my card is at home. i come here all the time, me and you are practically friends! so please, just let it slide..?”

“nope! sorry i cant do that,” he laughed, “also we’re not friends.” “oh please just this once ill pay you back tomorrow!” he just shook his head no as you sighed in defeat, grabbing the stuff to put it back, when suddenly you ran into someone who was standing a little to close.

“oh sorry about that, excuse me.” you said as you picked up the candy that had fallen out your hands. “no, my fault, i was standing too close.” the guy said, “by the way if you dont have the money i can pay for it.”

was he listening to the conversation? “oh i couldn’t do that, no thank you!” you said already feeling embarrassed because you didnt have enough cash to pay, but now you couldnt have a stranger pay for it!

“no its alright, theres a deal with the ramen anyways, so just put it with my stuff and give me the cash you have.” you obliged and set your stuff back onto the counter. “thank you..”

“of course, i couldnt have a person go hungry.” he said so casually. you didnt know what it was but something about his attitude made you feel happy.

he paid for his and your stuff and you thanked him again before walking out and sitting at the near by table to eat your ramen, when suddenly the chair infront of you was pulled out.

it was the guy who paid for your stuff. he didnt say anything but ate his ramen comfortably as you kind of just stared at him. “umm thank you again, i really appreciate it.” you said trying to break the silence.

“oh no problem, but whats someone like you are you doing up at this hour? its late you know.” he questioned. “oh! i just couldnt sleep for some reason and this usually helps me, because i get full.” you answered, “also whats youre name?”

“my name is aki, ive seen you around these last couple nights, are you new to the area?” he asked. “oh no, im not,” you laughed, “i lived here for quite a while now but just been coming here these last couple of nights because my sleeplessness.”

aki nodded and took another bite of his ramen, before you spoke up. “i could give you what i owe you another day, just give me contact information.” you said pushing youre phone towards him.

“is this your way of asking for my number?” he chuckled, “but you dont have to repay me in cash, just keep coming here and having some ramen with me, it gets a little lonely eating here by myself at 4am.

you agreed and aki put his information on your phone. the rest of the time you 2 just talked about nonsense until it was 4:45 and you had to leave.

hi guys im back ! (kind of) this has been in my head the last couple of days and decided to write it really quickly since i have nothing better to do lol. might start writing again, who knows ⇨ REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED <3

#aki x y/n #aki hayakawa #aki hayawaka x reader #csm #csm aki #csm fanfic #csm fluff #aki fluff #chainsaw man #chainsaw man x reader #chainsaw man x y/n #chainsaw man aki #anime #anime fanfic

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isagamis · 3 years ago

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𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄𝐒

gojo satoru x reader ┊ chapter 1 ┊ wc: 3.8k

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: when y/n is transferred to tokyo from america for a teaching position at jujutsu tech, will it be the new beginning they need or not enough to exorcise the ghosts of the past?

cw: troubled reader, gojo is a ball of sunshine, super friendly gojo, mentally ill reader lmfao, light hearted, cold reader, canon timeline

hide & seek masterlist

[song for the chapter]

6:00am.

The obnoxious horn of my alarm sounds, the rattling of its vibration adding to my early morning irritation. I reluctantly turn over to stop it.

“C’mon, we start work today, you gotta get up,” my self-stated encouragement does little to nothing to motivate me. With a defeated sigh, I pick my phone up to go through it before I get ready.

Email, email, email. A few ‘i miss you’ texts from friends back home. One missed call from an unknown number. I lock the device and take a deep breath to soothe the anxiety that’s slowly building up for the day. I packed up my whole life in a day and got on the next available plane to Tokyo. It’s hit me that I really haven’t given myself any time to adjust. I’ve only been here a couple of days and I’m already starting my new job. I was told a car was being sent to escort me to the jujutsu technical school at around eight. With a groan, I force my legs off of my bed. My fists rub the sleep from my eyes as I yawn. I look over to my uniform that was laid out over my desk chair. The maroon fabric was worn from years of fighting, it was probably time for a new one.

“You’ve been through the ringer, huh?” my fingertips graze over the seams that sprouted loose threads. I strip myself of my pajamas and adorn myself with the familiar pieces. Wearing them now, in a new country, feels like a memory. Like I’m not meant to be wearing them here. I sigh, the nervous ache in my bones bleeds through the fabric clothing me, and I can already feel the sweat building up.

Breakfast, maybe eating will calm my nerves. I drag my feet to my small kitchen and pop a couple of pieces of bread into my toaster. A cold glass of water meets my lips as I wait. The early morning sun is starting to peek through my kitchen window. The view of Tokyo from my window wasn’t much, but it was still nice to look at. I mean, it was better than what I got in the States. The pop of my toaster releases and startles me, just as it always has. I grab the butter from the fridge and spread it on lightly. I’m careful to not dirty my uniform as I eat, eating over the sink to avoid crumbs. My phone rings from my bedroom, interrupting my meal causing me to throw away what bits I didn’t eat. The ringing, which had just been another alarm I set, stopped once I got a hold of my phone.

7:50am.

The driver will be here soon, I should get going. I grab my backpack from the floor and sling it over my shoulder. The weight sits comfortably on my back, all the textbooks we had to use back home weren’t required here so they’ve been taken out. I then grab my keys and reluctantly walk outside. A new job, new home, new faces.

Within five minutes, a black Audi pulls right in front of my place. A short man, who looks about as nervous as I do, steps out of the driver’s seat.

“A-ah, y/f/n? Yes, I’m Ijichi Kiyotaka,” he introduces with a slight bow and a thick japanese accent, “I’ll be driving you to Jujutsu Tech.”

“H-hello,” I politely bow back, “It’s nice to meet you.”

“Have you eaten? We can stop for breakfast if you’d like?” he asks kindly as he opens the back door for me.

“I have, yes!” I reply while slipping inside, “Thank you, though.”

“You’re welcome,” he smiles, my anxiety shrinking a little at the comfort in his words.

The car ride is silent, except for the soft sound of a random japanese radio station. We travel through winding roads that erode through a thick forest. I was told the school was hidden within one of the mountains in the outskirts of Tokyo. That they disguise themselves as a religious school to hide from the government or something along those lines. As we get closer, I’m in awe at the structures that lead to the school. Each one was constructed beautifully, and I’m fully anticipating the architecture of the school itself. Ijichi rounds the car in front of the final temple style gate and instructs that I will be escorted by a teacher from here. I grab my things once again and exit the car, making sure to thank him on my way out.

My surroundings almost overwhelm me. Statues everywhere, the whispered roar of the wind blowing through the trees, being in a new place in general. My eyes scan the area for anyone that looks like they could be a teacher but find none. My anxiety starts to build again, and I begin to walk on my own up the stone path. That was until something flashes in front of me.

A man, maybe about six-threeish, appears before me. His hair is white like the snow that covers the mountain tops and his face is adorned with a black blindfold that covers his eyes. It of course sparks my curiosity.

“I apologize for being late, that is solely my fault, I happen to just not be good with time,” his voice is sweet on my ears as he generously apologizes. I can tell already that he carries himself with ease, that nothing makes him anxious. He’s carefree almost. I’m so caught up in his ways that I didn’t even notice that he spoke to me in perfect english.

“O-oh, does everyone here speak English?” I of course did not want to assume, but considering that sorcery was pretty international, maybe they were taught more than one language at their schools. My own requires that students learn Spanish along with their normal English classes.

He chuckles, “Jujutsu Tech offers English classes for anyone interested. Most take them due to an overload of oversea missions. I was taught many languages growing up as are most that come from the three main families.” He smiles as he finishes explaining.

I nod to signal that the information he gave me stuck. “I don’t mean to be rude, but, uh, you are?” God I hope I don’t sound mean, I just realized that he hadn’t told me his name.

“Oh, I’m sorry!” he lends his hand out to me, “Satoru Gojo, honorary member of the Gojo clan and the first year teacher you’ll be working with.”

I grab his hand in return, “y/f/n, It’s a pleasure to be here.”

He pulls his hand away. Not in an abrupt way, but more in the sense that he didn’t like to be touched for very long, which I understood. Hell, I’m the same way. He turns on his right foot and folds his arms behind his back like a little kid would, “Shall I show you around?”

I’m quiet as I follow him, just taking in the scenery as best as I can. The estate was covered in traditional Japanese buildings and beautiful gardens with koi ponds. I was in awe at the detail put into everything.

“Not what you’re used to, huh?” the white haired man in front of me speaks.

“No, not at all. Ours looked nothing like this,” my eyes still gazed at the new school in front of me.

“What’s yours like?” he stops progressing forward and turns to speak to me directly.

“Like any typical American school,” I explain, letting my gaze wander just a bit more before meeting with his clothed one. “Our government is unfortunately heavily involved in our work so we weren’t allowed to disguise ourselves like other countries can.”

“Really?!” I was surprised that he was surprised. I assumed everyone knew.

I knew I was looking at him like he was stupid, and I felt bad for it, but I genuinely couldn’t help it, “The American government sucks, we can barely control giving out class upgrades. I didn’t get my grade one title until last year even though I should’ve gotten it when I was eighteen.”

“That’s insane to me,” from what I could see of his face, he was clearly shocked, “I’ve never had the chance to visit, so I didn’t know.”

“Yeah, but thankfully I’m not there anymore and can live a bit more freely here,” I try not to let the situation bum me out, although it does sadden me to think about the friends I left behind.

“Of course,” he hums and continues guiding me through the property.

“The first years had an early morning mission, they should be back around noon. I can show you where you’ll be staying in the meantime.”

”Staying?” confusion riddles my voice.

“The place you’re in now was just temporary, most sorcerers in Japan use the schools as a base of sorts. We didn’t move you in immediately so you could have time to adjust,” he explains, walking me over to the left side of the property.

“O-oh,” is all I could say.

“We are actually in the same building, I hope that isn’t a problem,” he says, sliding the main door open for me, “I promise I’m a quiet neighbor.”

He leads me down the hall, we’ve already passed by two rooms. Gojo pointed out that the second one was his. We stop in front of the very last one and he slides the door over, I slip my shoes off and step inside.

“You’ll be given a new uniform as well, we just-“ “I’d like to keep this one,” I cut him off, “if that’s okay?” Stupid, stupid, stupid.

I can tell that he gets the hint as he backs off, “Of course! We don’t focus too much on formalities here, anyways.”

“I’m sorry,” my fingers toy with the hem of my uniform jacket, “I just wanna keep at least this the same.”

“I understand, I can’t imagine what it must be like to leave your friends and family behind,” he says with his hand rubbing the back of his head. My face sours at the mention of family, and I immediately cross my arms over my chest.

“Yeah, could we see the rest of the school?” I try to ask in a way to change the subject, but I fear it came off more like I was annoyed. I beat myself up mentally as I notice Gojo shift uncomfortably on his heels. He nods, unsure of what to say, and turns to enter the hall again.

The rest of the tour is quieter than it was before. My fault I’m sure. He shows me the training field next. I can see a couple of what I assume are students out on the grass.

“Oh great! The second years are here!” his voice rings as he leads me down the concrete steps and onto the field. “Maki!” his hands cup around his mouth to elevate his voice.

The green haired girl turns around, bottle of water to her lips. A shorter blonde headed boy next to her looks into the direction of their teacher's voice as well. I can feel my heart start to beat faster as we get closer. This is my first time meeting my new students, I really don’t want to fuck this up.

“y/n, this is Maki,” Gojo’s hand rests on the upper part of my back which catches me off guard in the moment, but I brush it off, “the new teacher I mentioned last week.”

The girl’s face remains deadpanned, “please tell me you’re replacing him.”

I snort at her comment, her bluntness humored me. I quickly cover it up with a cough before answering, “no, just an additional help.”

She sighs in disappointment as she rests her chin against the wooden staff she held in her hands.

“And this is Toge,” Gojo motions towards the shorter boy. His face is covered by his high neck collar so I’m only able to see his eyes.

Toge raises his palm to me, “salmon.”

“Sal-mon?” I look to Gojo for an explanation, maybe this was just a prank on the newbie?

“Toge is of the Inumaki clan,” his arm slings around the younger boy’s shoulders, his eyes show immediate annoyance, “cursed speech is an inherited technique in their family, so he only speaks in rice ball ingredients to limit himself.”

“Damn, that sucks,” I felt like I was too casual with my words the second they left my mouth, I’m just so used to talking to my students back home this way.

“Shake,” he shakes his head, I’m assuming he’s trying to say ‘it’s okay’.

“You’ll just have to get used to conversation with him, it’s easy to pick up after a while,” Gojo explains, “anyways, there’s two more second years, but Yuta Okkotsu is in Africa for a mission, and I’m not sure where Panda is.”

“He was still sleeping, but maybe he’s with Principal Yaga now,” Maki informs as she turns to walk back in the field.

Gojo brings his hands together joyously, “Just where we were going next!”

I wave goodbye to my new students and follow behind my fellow sorcerer.

“Yaga sensei!” Gojo’s voice echoes through the empty room of the main building he’s just brought me into.

“Satoru!” a new voice replies. As we walk just a few more feet, I’m met with a man sitting among nearly a hundred stuffed animals.

He speaks again, in Japanese this time so I’m unable to understand him. I keep my attention focused on his conversation with Gojo, but I can’t make out anything they’re saying.

“y/n, we appreciate having you,” Yaga speaks to me in somewhat broken english, “if you need anything, let me know.”

“Thank you sir, I will,” I bow in response to his kindness, “Oh, wait, didn’t Maki say there would be a student here?”

“Oh, Panda!” Gojo adds next to me, “he must still be sleeping.” “The first years should be back, let’s go bug them, shall we?” A mischievous smile creeps onto Gojo’s face. I sense that maybe he might have a soft spot for these students specifically.

We exit through the door and progress towards the front lawn. As we walk down the steps of the main building, three figures appear from a distance.

“Gojo sensei!” a harmonious whine emits from the trio, “we’re hungry!”

The man next to me laughs, “these are our beloved first years.”

“Gojo, why do you have a phone if you aren’t gonna use it?” the black haired one mumbles. His expression told me that he wasn’t really a laid back type.

“Huh?” the teacher next to me pulls his phone from his pocket, I assume he hasn’t checked it all morning, “haha! my bad!” Steam was practically fuming from the poor boy’s ears, I have a feeling this is pretty normal for them.

“Anyways, this is Noba-“

“Nobara Kugisaki!” the caramel headed girl cheers, her hand extending to take mine.

“It’s nice to meet you,” I smile at her. I like her. Her demeanor is welcoming and gives off almost a little sister vibe.

“This is Yuuji Itadori,” Gojo continues, putting a hand on the middle boy’s shoulders, “You may know him as Sukuna’s vessel in the states.”

“Wait…this is him?”

“Well don’t say it like that!” Yuuji whines, I didn’t mean to say it in an offensive way, I just wasn’t expecting a kid.

“No, no, I didn’t mean it like that,” I shake my head, “I just wasn’t expecting you to be a child.”

Yuuji sighs, and Gojo moves into the last one. “And this is my beloved son, Megumi,” I’d never seen a grown man crumble so easily for a child. His long arms squeezed around the boy’s shoulders and pulled him into a restricting hug. Megumi was clearly uncomfortable and his counterpart clearly didn’t care.

“I wish you’d stop calling me that,” the younger struggles as he attempts to get out of Gojo’s death grip of a hug.

“Oh, c’mon, don’t be like that,” Gojo fake pouts at his student’s rejection.

“Gojo, you haven’t even told us their name, you are a terrible host,” Megumi scolds as he finally escapes from the grip he was in.

“It’s y/n, just call me y/n,” I inform the three.

“Well, now that we’re all acquainted, what should we do for the rest of the day?”

“I guess I should move in my things right?”

“Perfect! The first years make excellent movers!”

A symphony of groans erupts at Gojo’s suggestion. As each of them go back and forth with each other, I find myself in the backseat. Just studying the dynamic of these four. It’s chaotic, but I can tell that each one of these students cares so deeply about one another. Their teacher almost has an older brother dynamic with them, a mentor. We didn’t have anything like this in the states. I wish we could have though. Things would have been different.

“Okay, let’s go!” Gojo exclaims and pulls me from my thoughts. Together, we trail closely behind the students as we all walk down to where Ijichi dropped me off earlier. As the road comes into view, surely enough a black SUV waited for our arrival.

“I feel like we’ll need more than one vehicle for my things,” I laugh awkwardly, hoping this wasn’t all the space I had to stuff my things into.

“Oh no don’t worry, another one will follow behind us,” Gojo assures, opening the door for me.

I give him a small ‘okay’ and climb into the car behind my new students.

A summer’s day comes to an end with the chirping of cicadas settling outside of my new home. The dialogue of the show that’s playing on my computer is almost drowned out by the sound. I stood crossing the floor putting away my things. My closet was organized, my desk was set and every little decoration was in place. I did notice earlier that a tv wasn’t one of my already available furnishings so that’s one thing I do need to put on my shopping list. I also realized earlier after getting my stuff here that the teacher’s rooms were a lot bigger than the students. Ours were set up like little studio apartments, everything I needed was here. After I finally put the last thing of mine away, I closed my computer and slid my window open to sit on the back deck area.

The sky was glowing a dark purple hue, the slight shine of the moon was just starting to beam. My head leaned against the supporting beam beside me as I gazed out over the beautiful garden that sat behind the dorms. I hadn’t really had time to myself today, this felt nice, but since I was now alone, I could feel thoughts festering inside my head. I try my best to shake them, but the memories from home overpower me. I can feel my eyes start to tear up, I feel helpless. This move is supposed to be good for me so why am I still hurting?

“y/n?” a concerned voice startles me. I quickly wipe my eyes, how pathetic would I be to be caught crying on my first day. “y/n, are you okay?” It’s Gojo, he’s stepping out of his window to make way towards me.

His appearance catches my eye, he’s completely different out of uniform. His black blindfold is now replaced with white bandages wrapped around his head. His snow white hair fell flat over his forehead, and his uniform was now replaced with comfy pajamas. He looked domestic, I won’t lie, it was kind of attractive.

“Yeah, yeah,” I pull myself together quickly, “I’m fine.” He sits down beside me, one leg folding under his knee.

“I know you just met me today, but if there’s something bothering you, I’m free to talk,” I couldn’t see his eyes, but I could feel his genuine concern. His demeanor was much different than it was earlier today, less childlike, more like a friend.

“Gojo, I swear I’m fine, really,” I reassure. Please don’t push it anymore.

“Please, call me Satoru, I know calling someone by their last name isn’t really an American thing,” he laughs, “Plus, I’d consider us friends already.”

“Thank you, really, but I'm okay with calling you Gojo,” I pull my knee up to tuck it into my chest.

“Are you homesick?” he moves so that his back is against the supportive beam beside him and he’s facing me, legs crossed over one another.

“It’s not that, it’s just…” I try to find the best words to explain without having to trauma dump on him, but I can’t.

“I get it,” his arms fold across his chest, “I figure we all have something that haunts us, almost like it’s a requirement to be a sorcerer.” He laughs, I assume at the irony of being a sorcerer. That’s the only thing I can find funny at the moment.

“It’s funny,” I add, “we spend our lifetimes saving so many people…so many that don’t even know they’re being saved”. I look out into the garden, the glow of the now night sky moon reflecting off the koi ponds. “Who saves us?” my fingers pick at the hem of my pajama pants.

It’s silent as we take in our conversation, searching for what we’ll say next. The buzz of the cicadas continues to ring through the forest.

“Sorcery feels like a marathon sometimes,” I can feel the sadness grow in my voice, “but all you’re met with at the end are the corpses of your friends.”

“You sound exactly like a friend I used to have,” Gojo turns his head to look at me, “that’s dangerous thinkin’.”

“Where is this friend now?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” he smiles, I can tell he’s trying to lighten the mood. “Alright, c’mon get to bed, we have to be teachers tomorrow,” he urges as he gets to his feet and lends a hand out to help me off of mine.

I take it, it’s warm, like an oven mitt that’s just held a pan straight from the oven. His slender fingers curl around mine so delicately as he pulls me up. “Thanks,” I pull my hand away quickly, the contact making me more anxious by the second.

“No problem,” he ignores my gesture and turns towards his window, “oh and if you ever need anything, I’m a window away.”

“Night, Gojo,” I wave him off.

“Goodnight!”

His window slides shut and I take one last look over the garden, fully accepting that this is where I’ll be living for a while. With a sigh, I step back into my own room and shut the world out with the slide of my window. My bed swallows me as I curl into it, a plush ocean of blankets and pillows seals me for the night.

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