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PSA:
There's literally nothing better in the world when insomnia is approaching 40 hours awake, and you get snuggled in against a bare chest and a tangle of legs and an arm around the waist.
I love you both. So much.
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Temperance (2/3)
pairing: wanda maximoff x female!reader plot: Your best friend Kate convinced you to do charity work in Sokovia with some of your old classmates, including your former bully Vision and his girlfriend Wanda Maximoff, who you inconveniently took too much of a liking in. warnings: 18+ !! minors dni. wanda is with vision... bad words, allusions to suicidal thoughts, angst. mild sexual content. thatâs it. i think <3 word count: 2500
: Part 1
Once again, you laid awake at night, thinking about Wanda. Ever since you've met her, she's been the only thought on your mind. Well, not quite literally. Of course you still had time to worry about other things. But as soon as you laid in silence, it felt like your brain was broken. No matter how hard you had tried, in the end it was all Wanda. You were sure that after this trip you'd have to put yourself in a mental hospital. Or at least have a bunch of therapy sessions. How else were you ever supposed to return back to your normal life after you met her?
âTime to get up you fuckers!,â roared Bucky from the ground floor. His raspy voice echoed through the halls of the huge building you were sleeping in. Still half asleep, you turned to the side and looked at the time.
Fucking hell.
You felt like you've been hit by a truck. Before you even had a chance to sit upright, the door swung open.
âGet up, princesses. You don't get paid for lying around.â ordered Bucky, who was still standing in the doorway in his pyjamas.
âBucky, we're not getting paid at all. Besides, it's only 6 o'clock. Since when do we get up so early?â you replied, obviously annoyed.
It wasn't that you didn't feel like helping anymore. Making a difference was a nice feeling, especially because you felt like you hadn't contributed anything meaningful to the world in recent years. You might as well have not existed at all, you always thought to yourself. The days were all just a blur. But now you were here and everything was different. Getting up earlier also meant seeing Wanda for longer. You didn't quite know if that was a good thing or a bad thing. You wanted to see Wanda. Of course you wanted to see her.
âWe are getting paid with love and gratitude, so get up,â Bucky said firmly. He grabbed the first object he could find, in this case luckily a stuffed animal, and threw it at Kate, who was still asleep next to you.
âYou too Kate!,â Bucky warned.
âI'm awake!!!,â Kate grumbled and threw the stuffed animal back in a heartbeat, right against Bucky's head.
Wanda and Vision were asleep in the next room. On your first day here, you thought that would be a good thing. At least you'd be close to Wanda. However, Vision wasn't included in your calculations. The first time you heard banging against the wall between your room and theirs, followed by dampened moans, a cold shiver ran down your spine.
No fucking way.
You had met Wanda for the first time less than 24 hours earlier. When you and Kate were standing in front of Vision's luxurious private jet, you almost failed to see the vehicle. You were busy working on your suitcase when you looked up and saw her. Wanda was standing just a few centimeters in front of you, talking to the pilot, when she looked over and smiled at you. In that very moment, your world has been turned around. You don't know if you imagined it, but she wasn't just quickly grinning at you. It felt like minutes were passing, the pilot next to her engrossed in a long monologue. You don't know what he was talking about. All you know is that at some point you had to break eye-contact because it felt like she was starring right into your soul. Almost like she was reading your mind. Since then, it's been all going downhill. Getting up early means seeing Wanda for longer. And seeing Wanda is probably not good for you. You can't bear a broken heart right now. You just wanted to help dogs.
âVision get your ass up and put some clothes on man, that's disgusting,â you heared Bucky shout from next door.
Why am I still doing this to myself?
By 8 o'clock, everyone had managed to get out the door reasonably fresh. Vision had rented two extremely expensive cars from his daddy money, which you used every morning to drive to an animal shelter in the north. The journey took about 40 minutes. Something that could have been easily avoided if you hadn't had to rent the only available mansion in Sokovia. But who were you to judge.
âBabe, I think I want to drive the Lambo today and give y/n a ride. Please?â
You turned to your right and saw Wanda looking up at Vision with an innocent smile, her arm wrapped around his bicep. You didn't know what to say. Whether you should say anything at all. Why would Wanda want to give you a ride? Does she want to be alone with you? Would you even survive being alone with her? Vision looked at Wanda critically, then his eyes drifted to you.
âUmâŚsure,â Vision replied, somewhat perplexed. He seemed just as surprised as you were.
âI'm going with you guys,â Kate said almost in the same breath and put her arms around Steve and Bucky.
Of course Kate knew how you felt about Wanda. You told her straight away, otherwise you probably would have gone mad. Now she grinned mischievously at you.
And suddenly you found yourself alone in the car with Wanda. You don't remember how you got into the car, but you could swear your heart was pounding in your throat. Wanda, on the other hand, looked calm. She always looked calm around you, as if nothing could faze her. She had her left hand on the steering wheel, her right arm resting loosely on the center console. You couldn't read her. Not even close. Her eyes were fixed on the road, a small, satisfied smile on her lips. You, on the other hand, were nervously playing with your hands and tried to keep your focus on your surroundings. While you started counting the trees you were passing in a desperate attempt to not lose your shit, you noticed that the ride was already halfway over and Wanda hadn't said a word.
Why did she want to drive with me if she wasn't going to say a word to me? Does she expect me to say something?
But what could you say? You didn't know much about Wanda and you got incredibly nervous around her. It's not as if you had nothing to say. The contrary was the case really. You wanted to know everything about her. What her favorite books are, what movies remind her of her childhood, what perfume she wears. What perfume does she wear? Whenever Wanda was close to you, you felt almost bewitched. Her smell was definitely etched somewhere into your brain. But you couldn't ask that. Sometimes it's better to say nothing than to break something. Something that doesn't even exist yet.
But then you looked to the side. And Wanda smiled at you. You hadn't noticed that you were standing at a traffic light. The first rays of dawn shone into her moss-green eyes and you couldn't think straight. You had to take the chance.
âHi,â was the only word that left your lips. You said it quickly and energetically, as if you had just met each other randomly on the street.
Wanda smirked and returned a somewhat confused âHi?,â before the traffic light turned green and her gaze went back to the road.
Great y/n, really great.
After you managed to somehow compose yourself, you tried again. âI-... wanted to thank you. For letting me see the Lamborghini from the inside. That's really kind of you.â
Wanda chuckled, her eyes still focused on the road, âDon't be silly. It's my pleasure.â
Usually either Wanda or Vision were driving the Lamborghini to wherever you guys were needed. But it was always the two of them, alone, together. The rest of you would take the other car. At first you were upset about you and Wanda never driving together. Sure, Kate, Steve and Bucky were probably a lot more fun to drive with. But you were wondering what kind of music Wanda was listening to. If she had a certain playlist she would put on in the car. Now you were sitting next to her and the volume of the music was too quiet to hear much.
âWhat song is this?,â you asked quietly. It was supposed to come out louder, more confident.
Wanda turned her head slightly towards you again.
âExcuse me?â
You could already feel the blood rushing to your cheeks. She didn't understand you. And now that you had to repeat the question, you realized how stupid it was. You could have asked something, just anything else. Show that you're interested in her. But instead-
âY/n?,â Wanda asked with a worried look. Her head tilted a little to the side. You were getting so hot it was almost unbearable.
âSorry, did you say something?,â you asked, your cheeks flushed.
Wanda was silent for a moment and then smirked again.
âY/n, you were saying something.â
âOh, I'm sorry. I-. Just asked what song is playing. But that was a stupid question-â
Before you could finish, Wanda firmly put her hand on yours. You hadn't realized that you were nervously tugging at the hem of your jacket. Now her hand was holding yours still.
âYou don't have to say you're sorry sweetheart,â she said with a calm expression, her eyes fixed on the road again. Wanda lifted her hand from yours and turned the volume up. You immediately missed her touch. How intense it felt. As you looked to the side, you saw Wanda smiling.
âThis song is one of my favorites. My brother and I listen to it all the time when we hang out.â
âYou have a brother?â you asked, genuinely interested.
âYes, a twin brother," Wanda replied, her smile only getting bigger. âHis name is Pietro. We were attached by the hip when we were kids.â
You spent the rest of the journey talking about Wanda's family and why Pietro wasn't in Sokovia to help the street dogs. Wanda had suggested it to him, but according to Wanda, Pietro has âmore important things to doâ. It turned out that Kate was right; it was Wanda's idea to come here. As a child, she had always wanted to take all the street dogs home with her, but her parents didn't have the money or resources for a pet. They could barely support the family.
âToday I'm in a position where I can really make a difference. I guess that is all I have ever wanted. Changing something for the better,â Wanda said, her tone carrying sincerity.
âYou should be really proud of yourself Wanda,â you responded, the admiration you felt for the woman in front of you written all over your face.
âThank you y/n. I really appreciate it,â Wanda retorted, placing her hand gently on your knee. Even through the fabric of your jeans, you could feel how soft her hand was. Her index finger began to circle around on your knee and it took a lot of self-control to not let out any inappropriate noise. You bit your bottom lip to suppress your building excitement, your eyes everywhere but on Wanda. You two just had your first decent conversation and you weren't about to let it go to waste. But before you could collect yourself, the hand on your knee lifted and you felt two fingers under your chin. Wanda turned your face effortlessly in her direction. One could think that the look on her face was innocent and sweet. That her thumb didn't intentionally brush against your bottom lip, trying to get a reaction out of you. But you knew better.
âYou don't have to hold back y/n. You can't hide from me anyway,â Wanda murmured, her grip on your chin slightly tightening.
And before you could process what situation you were in, your alone time was over. Wanda couldn't even bring the car to a halt, Vision already knocking on the window with a smarmy grin on his face. He had once again shoved a toothpick between his teeth, probably because he thought it would make him look cooler. When Wanda got out without looking back at you, Vision took a good swing and slapped Wanda on the butt. You didn't understand how Vision had managed to pull Wanda. You wondered if Wanda knew how Vision treated you back in school. How could Wanda fall in love with such an asshole?
âY/n?,â you suddenly heard from your right side. Kate had opened the passenger door for you and was grinning in your face.
âAre you ready?â she asked with a sly smile.
Without Kate, Vision would probably have bullied you into adulthood. But rich people always have to play nice with each other. Being friends with Kate has at least always guaranteed that no one dares to put you down. And somehow she's become your anchor ever since.
âSure, I'll come,â you said a little frantically and got out of the car.
Today you were just on site, making sure that all the new arrivals were bathed and cared for. It was actually a relaxing job, but your mind was racing. You kept losing your focus when the redhead crossed your path. You tried to stay cool, to pretend that you hadn't been up all night because your thoughts about Wanda wouldn't let you sleep.
âAnd? How was the ride?â Kate asked excitedly as she sat down next to you on a bench, a little away from the others.
âGood, I think.â
âGood, what else?â
âNothing more.â
Kate sighed and looked at you critically.
âCome on y/n. You've wanted nothing more than to be alone with Wanda all these days. And now you're saying it was good?â
Kate had this way of not leaving you alone until she heard what she wanted to hear from you. And in the end, you couldn't hide anything from Kate anyway. So you started to tell her. What you talked about, that Wanda told you about her family. And, of course, that her hands had found their way to you. Once again. She's been driving you crazy the last few days. Sometimes it's a light touch on your arm, sometimes a hand on your shoulder, sometimes her hands end up on your hips. You wondered if you were just imagining the magnetic bond between you two. Maybe Wanda was just a touchy person in general. It wouldn't be the first time you imagined someone liked you more than they actually did.
âWell, Wanda hasn't touched me, as far as I know, in the last few days. Or at all,â Kate recalled.
âDo you think I'm imagining things Kate?,â your concern clearly written on your face.
âI don't know y/n. But either way, you should be careful. We don't know Wanda well and I don't want you to come out of this hurt.â
You really wanted to listen to Kate. But deep down, you knew it was already too late. You were too deeply invested in this. Wanda already had you wrapped around her little finger. And it wasn't just you who knew that. Wanda was aware of it too.
: Part 3
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Request from @imagine-all-the-fandoms: You have a crush on each other but of course don't talk about it. Then one night you enter the living room all dressed up for a date and buck is totally flashed by you, until you ask for his opinion on it. When he realizes this is for another guy he gets all moody and leaves. Then instead of your date, you head to Bucky's room and decide to finally make a move and kiss him and admit your feelings, which leads to sleeping with him and afterwards lots of cuddles and cute Bucky?
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x female!reader
Word Count: 4.8k
Warnings: 18+ angsty feelings, some fluff at the end, reader's relationship with an OC, smut, p in v sex without barrier protection, jealous and possessive behavior from Bucky, very minor injury
Bucky Barnes was your best friend. Maybe you might not be his. But how exactly does one compete with Steve Rogers?Â
Anyway, that was how you felt. Bucky didn't open up to many people, and you felt honored to be included amongst his few trusted individuals. It had been a year ago that you became part of the Avengers initiative. It hadn't taken you long to be accepted as part of the team, become everyone's favorite confidante, in fact.
There was something about you that people trusted, they would open up to you in a way that they didn't to anyone else. Your charms had even managed to weave their magic over one grumpy super soldier. And he was by far your favorite follower.
It had taken a few weeks before he had given in to your spell, finally admitting his love of pancakes to you during one of your midnight snack quests. It was the first piece of personal information he had shared with you and you always remembered it. In fact you'd joined him for a midnight pancake treat on many occasions since that day.
The way you smiled at him lit up his world. Bucky was drawn to it like a moth to a flame. He wasnât the only one. Objectively, people wouldnât have described you as the most beautiful person or the hottest, but there was something about you that shone, the expressiveness of your eyes, the kindness in your heart and the unknown bounds of your acceptance of others that drew people to you. Your personality was all anyone saw once they spoke to you and it was stunning.
There were times though, when it all became too much for you, listening to people's problems got a little overwhelming. It was these times that you sought out the company of people you trusted, the people who really saw you for who you were, a slightly nerdy introvert. The list was small; it included Natasha Romanoff, Steve Rogers and your favorite, James Barnes.
There was something about the solitary supersoldier that intrigued you. He didn't spill his problems to you like others did, you'd had to work very hard at gaining his trust but once you had, you felt like you'd discovered a pot of gold at the end of a rainbow. Bucky had an unexpected depth and his interests were surprisingly in tune with yours. Steve always seemed to be lost in documentaries when you sat down for down time with him and Nat found joy from horror movies which were far from your taste in cinematography. But Bucky was happy to watch a fantasy or science fiction film with you any time, dawn or dusk.
Bucky enjoyed your interests, but it was your company he enjoyed more. You made him feel comfortable, you didn't ask him intrusive questions, you forgave his selective mutism if he was having a bad day, making no irritating attempts to make him feel happier or better as the other members of the team were so apt to do. No, you let him be himself, in fact, you almost seemed to like his sullen silences.
What he liked the most was that you seemed to be a different person when he was around. You seemed more relaxed, the radiant sunshine demeanor that you exuded became muted, as though you knew that he needed a dimmer switch to help him cope. His scowls were far less ferocious when you were around but woe befell anyone who interrupted or invaded his time with you, his face would become dark and his mood would often turn sour. The only person who he would gracefully accept as an outsider to your pair was Steve. In short, Bucky Barnes was in love with you. Not that he would ever let it show.
The only person who could see Buckyâs feelings for you was Steve. He would smile in a knowing way when he walked in on the two of you laughing together, sharing a plate of nachos. He knew from the way you curled up at Buckyâs side that you harbored similar feelings. The only difference for you is that you had convinced yourself that Bucky couldnât possibly feel the same way. Friendship was one thing, but you couldnât imagine that he would want anything more than that. One day, when you had seen a female agent flirting with Bucky and he had smiled back, turned on the 1940âs charm that he apparently was famous for, that was the day youâd decided to put your feelings aside and move on with your life.
It was that decision that led to your current situation. A new dress and fancy heels later, you trotted to the common living area to get your bestieâs opinion. Your makeup was perfect, highlighting your prominent features and Bucky thought you looked radiant as you paraded your dress in front of him, seeking his approval. Naturally, you had it, you always had his approval, it didnât matter what you were wearing.
âWhere are you going all dolled up like that?â Bucky looked you up and down, admiring the view.
âSidney and I are going out.â
âOh, that sounds fun. Youâve been hanging out with her a lot. Itâs nice that youâre getting along with the other agents too,â he smiled. Bucky was always encouraging of you, even if he would have preferred to keep you all to himself.
You laughed. Bucky usually reveled in the sound, but today he would be wishing he hadnât heard it at all.
âBucky!â you swatted his arm playfully. âSidney is a guy. The guy Iâm dating. Iâve told you about this.â
âYeah, Buck, I did.â You pouted, âwere you just pretending to listen?â
âWhat? No you didnât.â
âOf course not, you said you were going to minigolf. You were so happy because you won.â Bucky smiled slightly at the memory. How youâd come home with red cheeks from the cold and the joy of winning at minigolf.
âThat was our fourth date.â
Bucky was quiet for a moment. âAre you dating a woman?â he asked quietly.
âNo, Buck. I mean I have, but Sidney isnât one.â
âOh,â Bucky mumbled, processing the information you'd given him.
Your sexual history didn't bother him, it was your present that did. Suddenly Bucky didn't want to look at you. Knowing you'd be spending your time with another man looking the way you did. He hated the thought. He wanted you to dress up for him that way, he wanted to be the one who ripped that pretty little dress off your body, he wanted to be the one who got to kiss you, to touch you, to claim every single part of you. But instead he got to watch another man sweep you off your feet.Â
âWell I better finish getting ready.â
You gasped as Bucky stood up suddenly.
âYou're unbelievable,â he muttered, a darkness descending across his handsome features.
âWhat's that supposed to mean?â you asked, angrily.
âNothing. Go have fun on your date.â Bucky stormed out without a backward glance.
He left you in the living room feeling lost and alone. Tears sprung into your eyes and your enthusiasm for your night out fizzled out completely. You couldn't understand his behavior, the sergeant had always treated you so well. Had you done something to upset him?
The sadness you felt was suddenly overcome with anger. Whatever it was that had upset him, you didn't deserve the attitude he was displaying towards you. In fact, you were going to tell him just that. But first, you picked your phone to make a call.
âHey Sidney? ⌠Yeah about that. I'm sorry Sidney. I know you went to a lot of trouble organizing tonight. I was really looking forward to it. But somethingâs come up here. I can't get out of it.â
You sighed, hanging up the phone. Sidney had been understanding, waving off your apology with such grace. On paper, he was the perfect partner for you, he was handsome, he shared so many of your interests and he accepted you for who you were. But you didn't feel butterflies when you thought of him, your face didn't light up when you spoke about him, he didn't fill you with warmth the way Bucky did.
Outrage still bubbled under the surface as you put your phone back on the dressing table in your room, so you decided to address the person who had caused the issue. You marched down the corridor, your stiletto heels clacking angrily as you made your way to Buckyâs room. As you pounded on the door, it flew open just in time for you to fling your hands up protectively as an object hit the wall beside your head.
Buckyâs eyes went wide as he saw the shock on your face. He had been pacing up and down his room and caught sight of a photo of the two of you smiling at each other. He couldnât bear to see it anymore, to look at you when you didnât look back at him that way. He had grabbed the photograph, letting it fly away from him in an attempt to extinguish the anguish he felt.
âWow, do you hate me that much?â you asked. Your anger evaporated as quickly as it had arrived.
Bucky stood, speechless, as you bent down and picked up the smashed photo frame.
âBe careful,â Bucky warned you, as your shoe crushed a piece of broken glass.
âI know how to take care of myself.â
âAnd going out with some random man who knows nothing about you is what? ⌠safe?â
âWhy do you even care, Bucky?â
âYou're my friend, you think I want you to get hurt?â
âWhat makes you think that I need that from you? I mean, if this is what you think of our friendship.â You held up the broken picture frame as a reference to your comment. A single tear slipped down your cheek.
Bucky had the decency to look ashamed of himself, at least that is how you interpreted the look on his face. What you didn't see was the guilt that bubbled under the surface, the devastation at the thought of losing you to someone else.
âHe isn't good enough for you.â
You scoffed. âYou don't even know him.â
âI don't need to.â
He approached you slowly and stopped right in front of you. If you hadn't spent months getting to know him, you'd be afraid of him, the way his vibranium fist clenched and unclenched repeatedly. But you knew it was a nervous tic of his, not a threatening one.
Bucky bent down and started picking up the shards of glass, then with a low voice, he mumbled something.Â
âYou deserve to be with someone who knows how special you are.â
Had you heard him correctly?Â
You crouched down to help him with the cleaning.
âLeave that, I'll do it.â
âBuckyâŚâ You picked up a small piece of glass between your fingers. âWhat do you mean?â
âYou'll hurt yourself.â He took the glass from you.
You wrapped your hand around his wrist. âBucky,â you whispered.
But Bucky couldn't look at you, that voice inside his brain that blamed himself for the actions of the Winter Soldier was the same one that often told him that he wasn't good enough for you. How could anyone as bright as you care for someone who held such darkness inside of him? He stood up, hiding his expression from you.Â
You sighed, reaching down to pick up one last piece. But you were hurt and careless and the sharp edge sliced your finger, drawing blood, making you hiss with pain.
âI told you to leave it alone!â He grabbed your wrist this time, trying to examine your wound. âThis is exactly why I told you not to touch it. It won't hurt me.â
âI don't understand why you're upset.â
âThis isn't deep.â He let go of your arm, walking away from you.Â
âWhat do you want from me, Bucky?â
âI don't want you to date him.â
You were surprised but you didnât let it show on your face. âOkay.â
âOkay? Just like that?â Bucky frowned in confusion.
âYeah.â
âNo explanation needed?â
âI want you to be happy. And if this upsets you, I won't date Sidney.â You sighed, you hated that he had this power over you, that you were willing to give up a chance for your own happiness because Bucky said so. But you knew you would do anything for him, even if you ended up being single for the rest of your life. And it was all very overrated anyway, happy relationships, you didnât know anyone who didnât have problems with the people they had attached themselves to. Who needed a family, it was all nothing but trouble, you said to yourself.
âI don't want to lose you,â Bucky muttered.
âBucky, you'll never lose me.â It felt like you were telling him you loved him without using the actual words. Rising up onto your toes, you pressed a soft kiss on his cheek. âI care about you, Bucky.â
Bucky brought his hand to your face, caressing your cheek with his thumb, wiping away the streak of fluid your tears had left. He leaned in towards you until you could feel his breath against your lips. You opened and closed your mouth, feeling like a goldfish because no sound would come out. The way Bucky was looking into your eyes had rendered you speechless. It almost felt like the love you felt for him was being reflected back at you. You wanted to kiss him but you couldnât move. His nose brushed lightly against yours and then his lips were pressed against yours. It started out gentle, his mouth against yours, lips moving in tandem, until his tongue sought out yours. The taste of you seemed to ignite a deeper desire inside him because suddenly his arms were wrapped around you, pulling you closer, closer than youâd ever been to him, enveloped in his embrace as his hands roamed over your back, fingers pushing into you through the fabric of your little black dress.
You wrapped your arms tightly around Bucky's neck and as he straightened his back, you were lifted off the floor. The only way for you to support yourself was to wrap your legs around his waist, and Bucky's hands on your ass gave you the encouragement you needed to take this next step. Soon your core was rubbing against his crotch and Bucky stumbled across to the bed, laying you down with surprising tenderness. He knelt down between your splayed legs and smiled at you with an adoring gaze.
âI've wanted this for so long,â he whispered, as though a loud noise might wake him for this dream.
âWhy didnât you say anything?â
âWhy didn't you?â
You laughed to yourself, both of you had been so afraid of losing the other that you'd missed out on the happiness you'd sought from each other.
âDo we have to talk about this right now? I want to go back to the kissing,â you pouted.
This earned you one of those rare joyous laughs from him, ones that he often saved for you. You treasured each and every one of these, they were so rare and precious. Bucky captured your protruding lower lip between his teeth, giving it a playful tug before going back to the heated lip lock you'd been engaged in earlier.
Only when he was grinding his hips into yours and moaning that a horrifying thought entered your mind.
âBucky,â you called his name quietly.
âMmm?â he hummed, not taking his lips off the spot on your neck that he was sucking enthusiastically.
âBuck⌠stop.â
There was a pop as the seal of his lips on your neck broke. âAre you okay?â
âI can'tâŚâ
âI'm sorry,â Bucky backed away, like he'd been burned.Â
âBuck, wait,â you reached for his hand. âI mean, I need to talk to Sidney.â
âOh, yeah, right. Of course, you have a date.âÂ
âBucky, I need to break it off with him before we⌠I don't want to be that person. Do you understand?â
âYeah,â Bucky sighed, sitting down beside you as you pulled the straps of your dress back over your shoulder.Â
âCan you give me some time to go talk to him?â
Bucky nodded, not quite trusting himself to speak lest his voice betrayed his disappointment. But you knew him well enough to read his face.
âHey, I'll be back. I promise.â You held out your pinky for him to take.
He smiled and linked his little finger with yours. One of the things he admired most about you was your integrity. You stood up, leaning back for one more quick kiss before you walked away, only letting go of his hand once you both couldn't extend your arms any further. You stole one last look at him before closing the door.
On your way back to your room, you called Sidney, asking him to meet you, before you changed out of your dress and into more comfortable clothes. A heavy guilt settled on your chest, you knew you'd be hurting him but you knew you couldn't offer him your whole heart, not when you knew Bucky was at home waiting for you. The next hour was a difficult one for you, you did your best to be gentle and considerate of Sidneyâs feelings as you let him down.
âLook Sidney, Iâm really sorry about this, I didnât mean to string you along.â
âBut youâre in love with someone else.â Sidney looked at you with a sad smile.
Your eyes widened in surprise. âHow do- what makes you say that?â
âItâs the way you talk about Sergeant Barnes,â he said knowingly.
âIâm sorry.â You turned your head to hide the tears threatening to escape.
âHeâs a lucky man.â Sidney leant down and gave you a peck on the cheek. âIâll see you around.â
You sighed as you made your way back home, still feeling a little deflated about what youâd just done. But a promise was a promise and you didnât want to keep Bucky waiting. It was the thought of Bucky that stopped you dragging your feet but you made a pitstop in your room to freshen up your makeup.
Before you knew it, you were back outside Buckyâs door and you were pretty certain your heart skipped a beat as you knocked nervously. What if he had changed his mind?
There clearly wasnât cause for concern because Bucky opened the door so fast, you wondered if he had just been standing on the other side waiting for you. He wrapped his arm around your waist and scooped you into his chest, shutting the door with the edge of his foot.Â
Bucky kissed you as though he hadnât seen you in years and you melted into him with a sigh.
âYou were gone too long,â he pouted. âI missed you.â
âYou okay?â he asked, a tinge of concern in his voice as he ran his thumb along your jaw. âI know that wasnât easy for you.â
He was right, it hadnât been easy for you to break off your relationship with Sidney. You never enjoyed hurting other people. You made time for peopleâs problems, even when you were exhausted, always ready to lend that extra helping hand. Your generosity of spirit was another reason that Bucky admired you. It made you smile, the way he understood your feelings without you having to explain them to him.
âYeah, Iâm alright.âÂ
Being with Bucky seemed to make your problems disappear and your feelings for him surged to the surface.Â
âAre you sure?â he asked, nuzzling your ear and peppering the side of your neck with tiny kisses.
âYeah, glad to be here with you,â you hummed, enjoying the way his skin felt against yours.
âYou sure you haven't got any more men stashed away that I need to know about?â he mumbled.
You pulled away slightly, just to look him directly in the eye so he knew the sincerity of your next words. âNo secret stash. Only you.â
âJust me?â Bucky put his hands on cheeks, putting his fingers under your jaw to tilt your face up to look at him.
âI'm all yours, Bucky.â
You leaned up, puckering your lips for a kiss and he obliged. Locked at the mouth, he led you backwards until your heels hit the edge of the bed.Â
âTell me again,â he growled, pushing his chest against you til you were falling backwards onto the mattress.
Only your fall wasn't uncontrolled, Bucky's strong hands had settled on you back and he guided your descent. You grabbed the front of his Henley in your hands and pulled him down on top of you.Â
âYours,â you claimed his lips hungrily.
âThat's right, mine,â his voice rasped, making you tingle with anticipation.
He pushed his hips against yours, grinning proudly as you moaned in approval.
âYou like that, huh?â
You swallowed the lump in your throat as you heard his belt unbuckling, hearing a clang as it fell onto the floor. He pushed his hand under the seam of your leggings and slid it between your legs. A wanton moan left your mouth as you felt his fingers rubbing on your clothed core.
"Look at you, Doll. You're so fucking wet...and I haven't even touched you yet." Buckyâs voice was low and rumbled through you like thunder.
He wiggled his fingers under your panties and between your folds, smirking into your neck and a gasp escaped your lips. Before you knew it, your eyes were rolling back as his fingers stroked your pussy.
âBucky,â you whined as his fingers delved deeper.Â
It barely registered as his vibranium fingers pulled down your leggings and joined its flesh twin on your clit. Your breathing quickened to match the pace that he was pushing his fingers into you. Every push had you uttering a quiet sigh as he caressed your walls.
âSo wet,â he hummed. âIâm the only one who can touch you like this. The only one who can make you feel like this, right?âÂ
âOnly you, Bucky.â
Before you could enjoy Buckyâs fingers more, they left your body. You whimpered at the loss. His hands went to the fabric around your waist, tugging it down until it was off completely and he used his hands to open your legs further. You tried not to gawk at him as he removed his clothes, layer by layer. It wasnât as though you hadnât seen Bucky shirtless before, but watching him strip between your spread legs was making you melt. He knelt down at your core, hands ripping apart your bra before kneading your breasts and rolling your nipples in between his fingers. You moaned out when Bucky pinched your nipples harshly.
âNothing but you,â you repeated, biting your lip with anticipation.
âDoll, Iâm going to fuck you so hard that youâll completely forget who Sidney ever was. Iâll give you my love until youâre satisfied. Youâll think of nothing but me.â
âGood. Now letâs make sure that you will never be able to look at that man again without thinking of this moment," Bucky groaned as he began to nibble on your neck.
His lips sucked and nibbled at your skin, marking his territory. He tugged his underwear down his thighs, using his other hand to line his cock up with your entrance. Slowly and sensually, he rubbed his tip against you, getting lost in his own pleasure for a moment, forgetting to remind you who you belonged to. Loud moans escaped your mouth as he slammed into you with hardly any warning.Â
"Fuck, you're so tight, Doll,â Bucky groaned into your ear. âFeel so good.â
Bucky lifted your legs up onto his chest so your calves rested on his shoulders. He pulled your hips into his and started pushing into you repeatedly, almost mercilessly.
âSidney only wishes that he could fuck you like this,â he leaned over so his face was up close to yours. âBut no one will ever fill you up like I can. No one can make you feel good the way I can. Youâre mine, Doll, only for me to have.â
âBuc-â you breathed, barely able to speak.
âWhat are you?â
âYours Sergeant, Iâm all yours. Promise. Yours. Only yours!â you repeated over and over.
Desperate for your release, you reached down to your clit.
âDonât even think about it,â Bucky growled. âYou come on my cock screaming my name or you donât come at all.â
Bucky leaned forwards til his face was inches from yours, bending your legs right up to your chest.
"You feel that, Doll? You feel how I fill you up?" Bucky demanded.
You nodded, unable to speak at first. Eventually you gasped out the words, "I feel you, Bucky.â
"And could he ever make you feel as good as I make you feel?" Bucky asked before going back to fucking you hard and fast.
"No Bucky, never,â you moaned.
You could feel your orgasm approaching far more rapidly than normal and Bucky had gone back to marking his territory with his lips on your skin. It almost burned where he was sucking against your clavicle.
âBu- Buck-â
âYeah?â He slowed to respond to your attempts at his name.Â
His lips were only inches away from yours. All you wanted was to meet them, but instead, Bucky bit your lip harshly, making you throw back your head in pleasure as he kept sucking on you.
"That's what I want to hear," Bucky cooed as he finally kissed you.
He buried his face into your breasts as his thrusts became more frantic. His hands snaked around your waist, a surprisingly soft action for all the roughness heâd displayed up until this point. The moans he released into your ear alone would make you come. The feeling of his balls slapping against your ass, cock diving deep inside of you, sent you spiraling.
âBucky!â You muttered his name, unable to focus on anything but the way his cock and hands worked your body, filling you to the brim. Pleasure completely overwhelming your mind and body.
âThatâs right, Doll. You were made for me.â
âPlease, Bucky, I want to come!â There was nothing that could stop the cry that leaves your lips, you needed it so badly, you wanted him so badly.Â
âDo it already,â Bucky goaded. âCome for me. Come because I want you to.â
âYes Bucky, yes!â You as his words finally pushed you over the edge, his name leaving your lips as you finally reached your peak.
The only thing you could think of was his cock thrusting inside you. Your pussy clenched and tightened around his cock making him release with a grunt and a moan as he coated you in his seed. He stayed inside you, catching his breath, playing with your hair, looking into your eyes with such complete adoration that it almost took your breath away. At least until he pulled out of you slowly, making his cum spill out of you and drip across your abdomen.
âYou did such a good job, Doll,â Bucky whispered to you as he softly kissed your forehead. âMy pretty girl. You rest now, let me clean you up.â
You pushed yourself up the bed, trying to avoid spilling his seed all over the clean bed sheets. Bucky reappeared quickly with a washcloth and started wiping himself off your skin, parting your legs gently and cleaning over your folds.
âBucky, I-â you reached out to stop him, suddenly feeling incredibly self conscious about this new level of intimacy. âYou don't have to.â
Bucky sat down beside you, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear. âLet me take care of you,â he murmured, voice filled with tenderness.
He finished up and lay down beside you, giving you one of his looser fitting t-shirts which you slipped over your head gratefully. You tucked yourself into his side and rested your head on his shoulder, sighing as his fingers fluttered over your thighs and over the curve of your ass.
âWas that okay?â he whispered into your hair, his warm breath blowing against the bare skin on your neck.
âIt was amazi-.â You started answering but your voice was interrupted by a loud growl from your stomach.
âStill hungry, huh?â
You blushed, hiding your face in his warm sturdy chest.
âWant to grab some dinner. Can't have my best girl starving.â
A warmth spread through you at his words. âMaybe in a bit? I don't want to move yet. Is that okay?â You looked up at him.Â
He smiled down at you, placing a small kiss at the tip of your nose. âPerfect.â
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"Introduction to Shiftcraft: Merging Witchcraft and Reality Shifting"
So, Iâve come up with this concept called Shiftcraftâitâs basically a mix of traditional witchcraft and reality shifting. You know how witchcraft is all about using energy, spells, and rituals to influence things? And then there's reality shifting, where people believe they can literally transfer their consciousness to other realities? Well, Shiftcraft blends the two to make the whole experience of shifting to different realities more powerful and effective.
What Exactly is Shiftcraft?
At its core, Shiftcraft takes the best parts of witchcraft and reality shifting and combines them. In witchcraft, you're working with energyâwhether itâs personal, natural, or cosmicâusing rituals, spells, herbs, crystals, and all that. Reality shifting is newer and focuses on moving your awareness from our reality to another, like your "desired reality" (DR), through specific techniques like meditation or visualization.
By bringing these two practices together, Shiftcraft creates a way to make shifting easier and more meaningful. Youâre not just using your mind, youâre adding in the energy work, tools, and rituals from witchcraft to boost the whole process.
The Two Main Elements
Witchcraft is all about controlling energy and intention. Itâs deeply connected to nature, and people use rituals, spells, candles, herbs, and crystals to make things happen in both the physical and spiritual world. Some key practices from witchcraft that tie into Shiftcraft include:
Spell casting for focus and intent
Rituals to connect with natural forces or celestial events
Herbalism & crystal work to enhance energy manipulation
Sigils and candle magic to anchor your intentions
On the other hand, Reality Shifting is all about moving your consciousness into another reality, often a specific one you desire (like a perfect version of your life, a dream world, or even fictional universes). People use techniques like:
The Raven Method, where you meditate and count backward to slip into a new reality
Visualization and scripting, where you imagine your DR or write out detailed descriptions of it to make it more "real"
The Pillow Method, where you set intentions while you sleep
How Shiftcraft Brings it All Together
Shiftcraft is about using the magical elements of witchcraft to supercharge reality shifting. Hereâs how:
Focused Intention and Energy: In both witchcraft and shifting, your intention is everything. With Shiftcraft, you enhance that focus by using spells, symbols, or crystals to sharpen your visualization and intent when trying to shift realities.
Energy Work: Witchcraft teaches you how to work with energyâwhether itâs from nature, yourself, or even the moon. You use this energy in Shiftcraft to align yourself more easily with the reality you're trying to shift into, making the transition smoother.
Symbols and Rituals: Witchcraft uses symbols and objects as anchors for intentions. In Shiftcraft, you can use things like sigils or crystals that represent your DR to strengthen the connection. You might even do specific rituals, like lighting a candle or meditating on a symbol, to focus your energy before trying to shift.
Routine and Practice: Both practices need consistency. So, in Shiftcraft, you build a routineâmaybe every night, you light candles, meditate, and practice a shifting technique. Over time, this structure helps strengthen your ability to move between realities.
Empowerment Through Belief: Witchcraft is big on believing in your personal power. In Shiftcraft, this belief is super important. You need to believe that you can actually shift and that you have the ability to explore these other realities. Confidence makes a huge difference in both magic and shifting.
How You Can Use Shiftcraft in Practice
If youâre into reality shifting but want to take it further, Shiftcraft offers some cool ways to integrate magical practices into your shifting:
Spells for Shifting: You could create spells that specifically help with shifting, like spells for mental clarity, better visualization, or opening a portal to your desired reality.
Altar for Shifting: Set up a small altar dedicated to shifting. You could place crystals, candles, or objects that represent your DR. This acts as a physical space to anchor your intentions and focus your energy.
Sigils: Create a sigil (a magical symbol) that represents your desired reality. Draw it out, meditate on it, or even place it under your pillow to keep it active in your subconscious while you try to shift.
Moon Phase Work: If you want to time your shifting with natureâs rhythms, you could sync your practices with the moon phases. For example, the full moon might give extra energy for manifestation, while the new moon could be good for setting fresh intentions.
Herbs and Crystals: Some herbs (like mugwort for dreamwork) or crystals (like amethyst for psychic protection) can help with altered states of consciousness or spiritual journeys. You could make teas, burn incense, or set up crystal grids to enhance your shifting attempts.
Why Shiftcraft?
The idea behind Shiftcraft is that it gives you more control and power over the reality-shifting process. Rather than just hoping to shift, youâre combining magic and energy work with shifting techniques to increase your chances of success. Youâre drawing on centuries of witchcraft practice to make something more modern��reality shiftingâeven more effective.
And of course, Shiftcraft encourages doing this ethically and with self-care in mind. Itâs important to approach it with respect for the energies involved, and also take care of your mental and emotional well-being.
In the end, Shiftcraft is all about empowering you to explore the boundaries of reality and consciousness, using a blend of the old and the new. Itâs a tool for those who want to dig deeper into their shifting practice and make it even more powerful.
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Recently started play BG3, only on act 2 right now lol. I found your blog because this shit is my current hyper fixation and I love your writing. I was wondering if you could write how the BG3 cast would react to Tav haveing hanahaki disease.
Love you're writing!
Astarion
Oh, when he notices, he feels an odd lurch in his chest.
Youâre in love with someone? Who? It had better be him, heâs put effort into seducing you.
When he works out that heâs the object of your desire heâs over the moon! And then⌠ah. But it is a disease after all.
A lot of intense emotions flow through him. Of course he loves you, heâd be a fool not to. But can he admit that to you? Open his heart enough to let you in?
He sees you hacking up blood red roses and thinks, gods, if a few simple words are all this will take to solve it, why wouldnât he?
He sits down next to you as you wipe your mouth, all awkward angles and longing gazes. Not his usual suave self at all. You go to ask him whatâs wrong, and he blurts out that he loves you like heâs under duress.
You blink, amazed if slightly mortified by his tone, but then your lips curl into a smile. When you kiss him your mouth tastes of rosewater. Never does another petal pass your lips, and never does Astarion regret his confession.
Gale
When he sees you bringing up Sussur petals, he panics. Itâs affecting your magic after all. Slowing your spells and causing lethargy in your casting.
He throws himself into research. Night and day heâs in his books looking for a cure. He rarely sleeps any more. Not until he comes up with a solution for you.
Youâre getting worse and heâs being driven mad by it. If he could find out who you love he could help, but he simply has no ideaâŚ
Silly wizard has no idea the solution is right under his nose. Always has been. Because of course he loves you too, wants nothing more than to hold you and have you as his.
It takes the rest of the camp pointing it out to him before he realises, and doesnât know how he could be so dense⌠but he knows heâs the luckiest man in the world if you love him.
He confesses in the middle of your coughing fit. The petals stop immediately. He would seal the look of adoration you give him into his heart forever.
No more Sussur. No more problems. Just joy.
Wyll
Heâs seen this a dozen times in his youth. Time and time again people have perished from their courtly love in a flurry of flowers.
When he sees it happening with you? Oh, he knows immediately what is happening.
Doesnât believe youâd be in love with him⌠but then he sees the loving looks you give him, the softness in your eyes. It clicks into place rather quickly.
And when he realises, you best bet heâs making a move to cure you.
An immediate embrace. A kiss where he tastes the petals on your lips. Your eyes are wide, but your throat is clear.
âI love you,â he states, no hesitations, just facts. There will be time for great romance later, but right now he just needs to make sure youâre safe.
When heâs certain your condition is cleared, no more coughing, he embraces you long and lovingly. Tells you what you mean to him. And when you plan your wedding⌠there will be no flowers.
Karlach
Panics when she finds you coughing petals. She might have been in Avernus for the past decade, but she knows hanahaki when she sees it.
Corners you one night and begs you to tell her who youâve fallen for. Sheâll help you confess!! After all, how could anyone not feel the same about you? Anything is better than this, this purgatory of petals where love is being kept secret.
Your smile is wobbly when you tell her there might be a time span on this personâs love. She thinks, oh, Gale? Because of the orb?
It takes a moment for things to fall into place. The way you look at her. Like she hung the stars.
âOh, fuck. Itâs me isnât it?â
You go to leave, she grabs you and holds you back. Pulls you into a kiss. Only stops to tell you that she loves you. Goes right back to kissing.
Itâs then she decides not to die. To find a way to live with you, even if it means returning to hell. How could she abandon you, when you love her so much?
Laeâzel
She is so utterly confused when you start hacking up petals. Is it a disease? Some sign of weakness? It is certainly nothing that a gith has ever experienced, nor would fall foul of. They are too strong.
Laeâzel mocks you at first, like she mocks everything, but itâs in order to hide how much seeing you suffer hurts her. She is a fool to have affections for someone so weak.
⌠isnât she?
One night she corners Gale (quite intimidatingly) and gets him to inform her of your condition. He tells her all about hanahaki, and she says she must find out who you are in love with and get them to return your affections.
Gale blinks. âLaeâzel⌠itâs you.â
Oh.
It takes her a moment to digest this. She leaves Gale abruptly (âgoodbye then?â), finds you, and drags you to privacy.
âI have been told to cure your disease you need a confession of love. This is my confession.â
The petals do not stop as you cough. With a small smile, a little smug, you tell her she has to be more specific. She huffs and you laugh.
She tells you she loves you in every language she knows. It works.
Shadowheart
The most perceptive of the bunch, Shadowheart knows you are in love with her from the moment you cough up Night Orchid petals.
Itâs not subtle that youâre sweet on her. But she doesnât say anything in return - sheâs a sharran, after all, and doesnât know how you fit with her future of being a dark justiciar.
And then⌠she finds selÝne, and it changes. All of it. Especially her view of you. She can open her heart without fear now and she wants to welcome you in it.
She takes you aside one night. Sets up dinner. A bottle of the wine you shared on that first night by the cliff. Takes your hand and tells you she loves you, as easily as if sheâs commenting on the weather.
You stop coughing. The petals cease. Your face lights up. She knows she wouldnât change this for the world.
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Daryl Dixon Headcannons
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The NSFW content is targeted towards an AFAB reader (like myself) however, Iâd be happy to do an AMAB version if anyone is interested!
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Daryl is always watching you. The guys favorite hobby is just being able to see you in his field of vision.
He definitely doesnât show public displays of affection, PDA is not something heâs comfortable with, and if you were to kiss him in front of a bunch of people he might even get a little upset, simply because he doesnât want to share that part of himself with anyone but you.
However! He doesnât hold back when it comes to hand holding. This guy loves feeling your touch and being able to physically hold you in a way that tells him youâre safe.
Usually he just wraps his pinky around yours, if he does full on hold your hand itâs almost always accompanied by two squeezes that mean âI love youâ.
Thatâs usually how he tells you he loves you, heâs not super emotionally available, two squeezes is all it takes. On your arm, your leg, hand, even the top of your head on a few occasions.
He did NOT ask you to be his. Absolutely not. You just kinda were one day.
Back at the prison when he and Merle had come back, Merle made a pass at you and Daryl told him to leave âhis girl aloneâ.
You didnât object, and thatâs how it became official.
Thatâs not to say Daryl canât be romantic. He definitely can be when he wants to.
Heâs constantly leaving you flowers he finds that remind him of you, and sometimes he even scribbles down a note telling you why.
You always have to be comfortable. If it were up to him youâd live on a cloud.
When you two are alone he finds himself mindlessly running his fingers through your hair, it always calms him down.
And yes, he secretly loves it when you do it back.
Itâs actually not secret at all.
You two will argue. Heâs a gruff guy and you can be stubborn.
He has a hard time apologizing to you, he hates that he even has to. It can take days before you guys are on speaking terms again.
If youâre the one who has to apologize, youâre pretty quick with it once you can tell heâs ready for it. Heâs not a super forgiving guy, but when it comes to you, he always hears you out once itâs over and done with.
Contrary to popular belief he wonât ever stop you from doing something you want to do. Even if it is dangerous.
He trusts you more than life itself. And if you think you can do it, heâs going to be your biggest supporterâ but thatâs not to say he wonât try to go with you.
He is a jealous guy though. He has a hard time believing he deserves you sometimes, so if someone looks at you wrong or gets too close, heâs quick to shut that shit down.
Negative thoughts are usually what causes the most issues between the two of you. He tries to run away from you a lot, and you refuse to let him.
He was never big on writing much of anything until you two got a little more serious. He had all these thoughts and feelings but he was afraid to tell you out loud, so he started writing little bits and pieces and leaving them in your stuff for you to find.
You love how scrawly his handwriting is.
It took you a good few minutes to even be able to read it the first few times, but eventually it came to you like second nature.
Sometimes you leave notes for him too, you know how private he is, so notes are the best way for you to tell him you love him.
He keeps the first note you ever wrote him on his person at all times. Seeing the words âI love youâ written down in your handwriting never fails to keep him going, especially when he has to be apart from you.
Daryl Dixon is a bed hog.
Once he got comfortable sleeping with you, he started sprawling out like a starfish.
He refuses to admit it. He actually tried to convince you that you were the bed hog instead.
You learned to love it after a while.
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Sex was not something that came naturally to Daryl. As crazy as he was before the world fell apart, he was never actually sober for any of his flings, one night stands or short term relationships.
He basically learned everything from scratch with you.
He NEVER initiated sex. Maybe heâd touch your arm or grab your thigh in a suggestive way to try and get the ball rolling, but he absolutely refused to do anything if you didnât catch the hint.
Daryl, is in fact, a boob and thigh man. Regardless of how big or small your breast and thighs are, he canât stop himself from staring.
When you ride him itâs like his brain turns to mush. He completely forgets how to act.
When youâd suggested it he almost dismissed you, no WAY was he going to enjoy being pinned down like that.
But oh boy did he.
Sometimes, when the two of you were alone, he felt like a teenager again. It kinda pissed him off how wrapped around your finger he actually was. Heâd never felt this, undying attraction towards anyone before.
Heâs not vocal during sex at all, maybe some grunts here and thereâ he finds the noises embarrassing.
If youâre making a lot of noise he also gets embarrassed from that.
âShut the hell up, woman!â
Recently heâs just started putting his hand over your mouth instinctively.
You do in fact make the noises just to have a laugh, you think itâs adorable when heâs embarrassed, and you donât get to see it very often.
He absolutely loves going down on you, the feeling of your thighs around his head and the sight of your breasts going up and down with each breath you take really gets him going.
Obviously running around during an apocalypse doesnât exactly leave much room for deodorant and regular showers.
Heâs very embarrassed about itâ and will NEVER admit it out loudâ but heâs really attracted to your natural scent.
So the lack of personal hygiene will never make him stop wanting you. If anything it makes him want you more.
Thatâs not to say seeing you cleaned up isnât a turn on though. That first night in Alexandria when you got all cleaned and dressed up borderline has him in his knees.
Heâs a gentle loverâ unless you ask him not to be.
Heâs aware that heâs a pretty strong guy, and he knows his limits. But if youâre into being pounded like no tomorrowâ he wonât turn you down.
It might take awhile for him to get used to the idea, but seeing how absolutely crazy you get takes all his concern out of the window.
He does NOT have a daddy kink.
If you have past experiences he wants to hear about them.
Because of how jealous he is, he needs to know how you were treated before so he can make sure he doesnât better.
His goal in life is to keep you aliveâ and make sure you never want another man ever again.
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Sandor Clegane~ The Bitch and The Hound pt.10
Sandor raced through the city, determined to find his princess. His surroundings were in stark contrast now to the world of death and men on fire heâd only just left behind; silent except for his own boots on the slick pavement. All the important women would be shut up inside a cellar in the castleâ thatâs where she should beâ but he knew she had been left behind with the hungry dogs. At last he came to the kennels and looked in her window first. He looked in every window and called her name but could not find her. That kennel master! The one who got her eye. He rattled the gate in frustration and tried to focus among the barks and snarling. If the kennel master wasnât there, he must have been waiting somewhere in the city to watch for a breech in the wall; a signal to release the hounds. If (Y/n) wasnât here then he seemed a useless character. Maybe she was dead. No, no no! Little finger! Sandor recalled a passing insult from Joffrey after his small counsel meeting.
~He had walked out of the room with a smug smile and looked up at him.
âYour bitch is about to finally put herself to good use, what do you think of that?â Sandor had said nothing at the time, only wearing his usual neutral expression. âLittlefinger has presented me with an idea that I think will work out well for everyone⌠Maybe you can even fuck her again, if you donât spend all your earnings on drink.â
When Joffrey finally turned his head to walk away, Sandor sneered and thought of crushing it with his bare hands. He continued on with his duties that day and the next, checking on (Y/n) when she was asleep to ensure she had not left. Perhaps it would have been better for her to become a whore, but he despised the thought and felt a strange gratitude to her that she had chosen the hounds over the whorehouse. Then Anna had dragged him there urgently, though as soon as he knew it was something wrong with (Y/n) he had truthfully charged ahead of the girl. When he heard her voice that day, he heaved a sigh of relief. After the state heâd left her in that night though, he figured she must have gone with Littlefinger. The bastard had finally gotten what he wanted.
A gentleman might have settled on the decision that (Y/n) had made her choice, and was at least safe, but no one ever accused Sandor Clegane of being a gentleman. He marched forward in the rain toward the brothel that must have housed her.
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After scarfing down all your food and drink, you looked closer into your colorful new room. There were dresses in the ornate wardrobeâ all more revealing than anything youâd worn priorâ lots of bottled fragrances to choose from, and makeup that would suit your complexion. If you looked at the shiny objects hard enough, perhaps you could actually believe this life was what was best for you. A room without windows, another locked door. A much prettier cage than before, you considered, throwing yourself back on the plush comforter, but a cage nonetheless.
Your eyes closed and you realized just how tired you actually were. Bringing your knees to your chest, you held yourself like a child and drifted off to sleep easily. Peace did not last long for you unfortunately. You awoke to the sound of swords clashing and women screaming. They got in! Theyâve breached the wall! You leapt up out of bed and raced to the farthest corner of the room. The door was locked but how much would conquerors care about that? A locked door is so much more tantalizing than the many open ones theyâd find leading up to yours.
âWhere is he?!â You could barely make out a manâs voice through the door.
More women screamed and wept and you hyperventilated, looking for something to protect yourself, or end yourself, with. The sound of boots and slamming against walls grew louder and you finally picked up the small chair at the vanity and threw it at the mirror, shattering it.
âUnlock it!â Just as you feared. All the beautiful women out there but the beast only wanted what he could not have. You picked up a large shard of glass and cornered yourself again. You watched your hand shake as you held the makeshift weapon out in front of you. As you heard keys fumble into the lock you whimpered and turned the sharpest edge of the glass against your throat.
âLeave me alone!â
âItâs alright, (Y/n)..â You recognized Littlefingerâs voice, but it did nothing to quell your fear. Heâs going to let them in!
âYou said you would protect me!!â You cried desperately, yelling in surprise when the door burst open, the razor point in your hands digging into the soft flesh of your neck and drawing blood.
âAye, and I will.â
Sandor Clegane pushed the smaller man into the room and kicked the door shut behind him. His blade was already extended and drenched in blood. Petyr fell to the floor and turned slowly onto his back to look up at The Hound.
âNow, Clegane, letâs not be hasty⌠It was (Y/n)âs decision to come here, I only welcomed her with open arms.â
âDid he touch you?!â You knew the question was for you though his angry eyes never left the coward on the floor.
For a moment you were too stunned to speak, too stunned to move, too stunned to breathe. Suddenly his eyes found yours for a second and it released you from your stillness. You felt the pain at your neck and lowered the mirror shard, realizing you had clenched it so hard in fear that it had made 2 slices across your palm. âNo,â you tried to answer honestly in spite of your breathlessness. âNo he didnât do anythiââ
âAnything aside from rescuing a damsel at her most distressed, I assure you.â Sandorâs boot came down hard on Baelishâs chest, sending the man gasping for air. âIt was you that put her there! You with your incessant talkingâyour trading secrets! Itâs as if you put her there by your own hand and you expect us to be grateful?! I ought to cut off your hands!.. I think I will!!â
You had watched his eyes grow wilder the more he spoke and you could hardly recognize his handsome features caked in layers of blood. Really you werenât sure why you did it, your only thought was to stop the violence and get him out of there. âWait!â You charged forward, but Sandor had already brought his sword down and severed the hand of Petyr Baelish. You screamed and Petyr could only stare as the blood poured out of his wrist. You covered your mouth in shock but Sandor quickly grabbed your arm and pulled you over the body.
âWeâre leaving!â
A guard emerged from one of the rooms in the hall and cut the arm that Sandor was dragging you with. He turned and fought and eventually stuck the man to the wall with his sword. You had the opportunity then to run or hide but you didnât. You waited for him to look at you and take your hand again and when he finally did, you followed. The whores cowered in their rooms, holding each other as they watched the pair of you run out of the brothel. You understood why they were terrified of him. Any sensible woman would be. As he guided you over the bodies heâd left in his wake, you did not feel terror. You felt almost a sick sense of honor. All this brutality to get to me. My protector.
As you stepped out into the night air you were surprised to find it raining. It was like a jolt to your senses and you finally squirmed your way out of The Houndâs grasp. He looked back at you, waiting for some explanation or fight. âWhere are we going? Has the war ended?â
âThe warâs over alright; we lost. Weâre going somewhere that isnât burningâŚâ He reached for your hand again but you yanked it back.
âAnna. Whereâs Anna?â âHow the fuck should I know?â âSo you expect to leave her behind to be raped and tortured by the Baratheons?! They burn people alive, Sandor!â
âSheâs not important enough to be burnt alive-â you walked up and slapped him.
âIâm not leaving without her!â âWell Iâm not leaving without you!â
With that assurance you started on your way toward the servantâs chambers in the Red Keep. Sandor grumbled but followed behind, watching your back. The city was still surprisingly quiet; no soldiers invading or patrollingâ only the sound of heavy rain and dogs howling. Maybe sheâs at the kennels to check on me! You decided to make a sharp turn in that direction and when you could finally see it, Sandor grabbed you from behind.
â(Y/n), we canât be here! Theyâre going to come when all my men are dead and I canât fight them all! We have to go now!â You looked up at him, heard the desperation in his voice, and nodded the smallest bit, tears springing to your eyes. âIâm going to the stables, just stay right here alright?â He moved your body so that you were crouched behind a vendor stand and then ran off.
With only your own company now, the screams were much louder. Littlefinger was rightâ from this spot youâd have the perfect position to hear the agony of war. You peeked your head up when the dogs started barking again, and your heart sank when you saw Charlie sneaking around the kennels. He grabbed the iron key ring from his pocket and you heard him shush the dogs in vain. â(Y/n)?â He called into the kennel, watching for the kennel master all around him.
âCharlie!â You called out, standing up a bit and waving so he could find you.
His eyes opened wide and a smile graced his boyish features when he saw you. He reached into his other pocket and pulled out an apple, holding it up proudly in the light from inside the kennel. You giggled and emerged from the stand finally, beginning your walk over to him as you heard the clip-clop of horse hooves from the direction Sandor ran off in. You were overjoyed to see him! Maybe he could go with you, or tell you where to find Anna.
âDid you really think weâd leave you behind?! Nah, we still love you!â He joked, tossing you the apple. You caught it and smirked at his cheeriness in spite of the literal war around him. âWeâve got to hurry though, Annaâs alreadyââ
âBehind you!â
You warned in horror as the Kennel master ran out of the shadows and immediately clubbed Charlie on the back of the head with his baton.
âNo!â You cried out, horrified.
Charlie instantly dropped to the ground and you raised your hands in defense. The crazed man struck again, flinging both your arms into the bars of the main gate. You screamed in pain and crumpled to the floor. You were powerless as you watched the older man strike two more blows to Charlieâs head and face. âThink you can steal from me, boy?!â
You heard Sandor run up behind you and kill the horrid man, but you could not take your eyes off of Charlieâs broken face.
âOh my Gods, Oh Gods Charlie Iâm so sorry! Please! Please! Youâre alright!â
You couldnât feel the pain in your arms any longer as you crawled to cradle him in your lap. His eyes were wild and filled with blood and his whole body spasmed in your arms. âLook at me, please! You have to look at me! You have to be alright!â You sobbed, lying to yourself that if he could only find your eyes, he would heal. He had to heal! He had to grow up and tell jokes and fall in love and run away with you and Anna!
âCharlie??â Your lip quivered and your face scrunched in horror as you adjusted his head to sit better on your leg and brushed his dark curls out of his eyes. âPlease, Iâm so sorry!â
His eyes finally drifted to yours and you tried to breathe and smile for him. âSee, youâre going to be okay!â The seizure began to slow, his muscles relaxing, and you held him tighter in your arms, laughing exasperatedly in relief. He breathed out the first letter of your name and you nodded. Then he went still. Horribly still.
Your eyes scanned over his entire face and you shook his shoulders gently. âHeyâŚâ you whispered. âHey..â a little louder this time as the tears filled your eyes again and the buzzing in your ears returned. âCharlie wake up.. w-wake upâŚâ you whimpered, looking down at his lifeless body.
You looked up at Sandor, who was stood over the dead kennel master. He looked back at you with an indiscernible expression.
âHelp him.. Y-You have to, have to help him!â You sobbed. âI canât.â He said after a moment of silence.
âFuck!â You cursed, head dropping onto the boyâs chest as you rocked him back and forth.
~âWhat about when Iâm older? You can be my second⌠my last maybe.â
âSure Charlie⌠When youâre a man Iâll kiss you.â
âYou said Iâd stay a little boy forever!â âWell when youâre older and Iâve decided youâre not monstrous, how about then?â âSâa deal!â ~
You wailed at the memory and pulled the boy even closer to you. You begged the Gods for mercy, though they never seemed to hear your prayers. He did not deserve this, and you could not stand living with the knowledge that it was your fault.
âFuck are you doing here?â
You heard Sandorâs voice above you and recognized a horrified gasp that could have only belonged to Anna. Still, you couldnât look. You brought your head up to look over Charlie again. Freckles and brown eyes, cloaked in blood.
Never again would you see his cheeky smile.
Never would he grow up to be a man, or live a life out of the servitude he loathed so much.
~âThere are people who care about you, (Y/n); me, Anna, your family, and yes even the hound! If you stay here youâll die!â~
He only ever wanted the best for you. He was going to set you free, knowing the risk.
~âI think youâre great, (Y/n)âŚâ~
Your fingers brushed through his tangled curls for the last time and you sniffled.
Youâre not monstrous, CharlieâŚ
You stroked his cheek with your thumb and leaned down to plant a kiss on his cold lips. âI love you too, Charlie.â You confessed when you pulled away. You adjusted slowly to give him as much peace as possible and felt Annaâs hand guide you to stand straight. You laid eyes on Charlieâs killer and the buzzing turned to ringing once again. You were deaf to anything Anna or Sandor might have said. Instead, you picked up the baton from the ground where the master had dropped it and stepped over his body. Sandor had stabbed him through the gut long ago, and you were sure the death had been painful. You hovered for a moment before releasing all your rage. Itâs not enough. You swung the baton back again and again, hammering it into his face. Every crunch of bone was a small relief and you screamed, falling to your knees and hitting him until your arms felt like gelatin.
âHeâs dead, princess..â
You opened your eyes and saw what once was a face was now a pile of red and gray mush. You dropped the baton and walked away on weak legs, not daring to look down at Charlie again. Instead you saw Anna ride up on a black horse and stall next to the one Sandor had brought. You didnât have to think or speak or move anymore; Sandor lifted you up and laid you on the horse. You were grateful because you werenât sure how alive and capable you were right now. You were watching the scene from a birdâs eye view, and you could return to your body even if you wanted to.
As Sandor mounted the horse behind you and adjusted your body, you replayed the events of that night. You had never seen such atrocity. Never committed such violence. Yet behind you was Sandor and Anna. Ahead of you was the sun rising in the distance. You rode to an uncertain future, and prayed the pain would remain in Kingâs Landing.
A/N: a small chapter, but I wanted to get something out before I didnât have time. Iâm moving house this weekend, but I will try to make time to continue the story sooner rather than later. At least theyâre together again, right?.. Right?
#game of thrones#game of thrones fanfiction#rory mccann#sandor clegane#sandor clegane x reader#the hound x reader#sandor clegane smut#the hound smut
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wisdom teeth
simon 'ghost' riley x fem!reader
word count: 1,472
synopsis: Simon comes home from a mission only to find you in bed, sick and in pain. Your wisdom teeth are coming out and he does his best to care for you
notes: as always, i suck at writing a good synopsis; inspired by this request- not proofread, hope you enjoy :) ; and yes, when two of my wisdom teeth decided to come out in the world last spring I could barely open my mouth without being in pain- I hope no one else has to go through what I did
warnings: a little too self-indulgent? fluff
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Simon knew something was wrong when he spent nearly an hour nursing his cup of Earl Grey, and you hadn't joined him yet. While it wasn't unusual for you to sleep in sometimes, it was still the morning after he'd returned from a mission and you would usually be fussing all over him. Ghost knew he was being irrational, but with each passing second his mind couldn't help but spiral into darker and darker thoughts. What if he had done something to upset you? You didn't greet him last night either - merely cuddled against his chest when he joined you in bed - was it something he said on the phone? Or rather didn't say? Didn't he call you too often? Or perhaps you might have met someone else..?
"'m sorry, S'mon. I might spend'he day'nâŚ"
A small curse left his lips as he shook himself out of his thoughts. The tea had long gone cold by the time he eventually got up from the table and threw the remnants down the kitchen sink. His stomach was basically growling, protesting at the prolonged hunger it had been objected to, yet Ghost did not head for the fridge or the cupboards: he may have drunk his tea by himself, but, when he was home, he would never have breakfast without you by his side.
So instead, he headed for the bedroom, quietly opening the door and half-entering the room. He had to squint as the blackout curtains were still obstructing any ray of sunlight that might have entered inside otherwise, his expression morphing into a frown upon hearing the faintest of groans coming from the bed.
Traversing the room in two steps, he laid on the carpet, by your side of the bed, gently placing a hand on your forehead. His heart dropped at the foreboding feeling of you having a fever, too focused on the situation at hand to notice the soft way you began to rub your head against the cold skin of his hand.
Ghost, on the other hand, did not realise the cause of your distress. Seeing you in pain was causing him pain too and his tired mind, still set on the military mindset he had instilled during the last mission, was looking for a culprit.
"feels so good, love", you mumbled with your cheek still squished against the pillow, your eyes involuntarily making contact with his.
You've been together with Simon for more than two years and sharing an apartment for a year now, but the sight of his handsome face, unconcealed by any mask or balaclava, still left you out of breath and at a loss for words. That morning was no different, his worried expression filling your heart with even more love and joy towards him, so much that you swore you could feel it burst at the seams. You relished in the soothing sensation of his palm being pressed against your flushed skin, but at the same time, you couldn't help but smile at him in an attempt to reassure him you were fine.
In fact, you weren't. And you forgot that, at least for the last few days, any movements that involved opening your mouth, no matter how minor, were instantly accompanied by sharp waves of pain, coursing through your entire being. So, for the hundredth time that week, your smile was quickly replaced by a pathetic whimper and a hand helplessly pressed against your cheek, as if it would make the pain go away.
"Who did this to you? Just say the word and I-"
His concern was so raw and real that it made your heart melt like it was a chocolate bar left in the sun. You had missed his overprotective attitude and the scary dog privileges it brought with it and in that moment, the realisation that all of it was back hit you hard. So hard that in fact, you started laughing- your loud chuckles quickly turning into sobs of pain as your jaw was protesting against the sudden movements.
Your eyes were closed in an attempt to dull the pain that engulfed your entire face, but you could feel Simon's distress rolling off him in waves. So you blindly reached for the phone and opened the notepad application, typing in what you were unable to say out loud at once:
"Wisdom teeth are coming out."
Stopping dead in his tracks, Simon took a moment to assess the situation. A rush of relief surged through his veins as it was all clear then- the prolonged sleeping periods, the fever, why you couldn't open your mouth without being forced to close it immediately after. A selfish part of him was relieved that it was something he could physically deal with, and his protective instincts really started to kick in.
Pulling the curtains was not a solution as the brightness of the daylight would only make you feel more overwhelmed, but the room still needed some light- and the bedside lamp was not a solution as the bulb would have also been too bright. You would also need something to calm you, but not pills because they would interfere with the painkillers he also made a mental note to get and-
"I can practically hear the wheels turning in your head, love! :)"
He had to squint to process the text when you shoved the phone into his face, his lips curling up at the sight of the smiley face you typed at the end. Urging your face to morph into something that remotely resembled a smile, you extended a hand towards his face and caressed his cheek with your thumb, in what was meant to be a silent confirmation that he was on the right track and nothing that he would or wouldn't do would upset you in any way.
"I'll be back in 30 minutes at most!", he solemnly declared as he pressed his lips against your forehead, a small tendril of hope bubbling in his chest upon the feeling of the fever starting to fade away. "Why don't you try to get some rest until I come back and then we'll see what we can do!"
You could only nod in confirmation as he pulled another blanket from a drawer and draped it over the one you already used, making a show out of tugging you in.
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When you woke up again, the pain wasn't entirely gone, but the air in the room had somehow shifted. It took you a moment to bounce back into reality, your eyes slightly widening at the faint light that illuminated the previously dark room.
Fairy lights were hanging over your head.
And the soft notes of a piano song could be heard from outside the room.
"How are you feeling, love?", Simon's deep Manchester accent resounded somewhere in your proximity, and you almost jumped out of bed when you realised he was once again sitting on the floor, half leaning against the bed. His mask was, once again, out of sight, and his blonde strands of hair were tousled, likely from the many times he kept running his hands through his hair. Your eyes involuntarily stopped on the faint scar that split the left corner of his lip in half and, for a brief moment, all the pain and distress you found yourself in were gone, your heart filling with an overwhelming amount of love and adoration towards the man standing in front of you.
"So I brought you some painkillers, but before we try them I suggest a cup of this calming tea mix I found at the store-"
The sentence was left hanging in the air as you shook your head in disbelief and cupped his face in your hands, planting a soft kiss on his lips. If Ghost was caught unawares by your sudden display of affection, he did not let it show, but instead, he laced his hands against your neck and deepened the kiss, closing his eyes at the close contact you found yourselves in. Loudly expressing his feelings was not one of his strengths, and deep down he could not believe he had managed to find someone like you, who could understand him so well.
"Welcome home, Simon!"
"I think I'm feeling better alreadyâŚ", you quietly mumbled once you broke the kiss, your lips gently brushing against his cheek. Closing your eyes as well, you grazed your nose against his face, finding comfort in his scent. He may have been home for a day, perhaps he took a shower too, but the distinctive smell of gunpowder, mixed with sweat and cologne, was still there. And you did not mind it at all.
That time your jaw did not hurt as bad as your mouth curved into a smile.
#cod ghost#ghost x reader#simon ghost riley#simon riley x reader#ghost mw2#ghost x you#simon ghost x reader#call of duty imagine#ghost fluff#amy writes#simon ghost riley imagine#simon ghost x you#ghost x y/n#simon riley x you
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Okay! The Gilear plush has arrived. This is my best attempt at all of his lines. Two have been unintelligible to me, and several are pretty long and fast which made it hard to follow.
My search history is.. hospitals near me, foot stuck in object, head stuck in object
You're low, he's low, It's Gilear's day baby!*
A guy on the street kicked me in the nuts as hard he could
I don't like "lunchlad"
Help me to understand what I have done to deserve this
My horoscope says "today is a good day to die motherfucker"
I ate a quick cup of yogurt on the way over here to bolster my spirits after I changed, I'm ever so sorry
What do you mean "When" life gives you lemons
I went to apply for the guidance counselor position but I was usurped by a drug dealing werewolf named Jawbone
In my haste to put the armor on I buckled the leg plate and think I clipped the tip of my penis against one of the leg plates and Everytime I move it feels like it might fall off so I ASSURE you demon I have no pride to speak of!
In highschool I was voted "Most Likely To Get Pushed Out Of A Tree"
My car was repossessed by the ride share app that I was working for
It's actually a good thing that no one came to my birthday party because the bounce house flooded and was swept out to sea
I just discovered that *all* of my emails have been going to everyone's spam
Unfortunately I have been banned from that hot air balloon service not because of anything that happened to me in particular but the guys who run it just sort of know my whole deal
Mmm this yogurt tastes like *potatoes*
I asked the woman at Home Depot why my plants kept dying and she said it seemed like they were reaching away from the sun
I've found out recently that one of my shoes is so filled with mildew because a pipe in my bedroom is leaking and I've developed a fungal infection in my foot which I didn't know was possible for elves to get
I don't think that I've ever "Peaked" in that we started neutral and have been going downhill ever since
I am currently trapped in a storm drain. The bottom half of me is above the ground, the other is below
Another Own Goal for Gilear Faeth, yes
Everyone knows you eat 7 spiders in your sleep every year, but I have a bunch coming into me the backway
My sandcastle I'm afraid was destroyed, as I was about to finish it, the tide came in and with it a man holding a bazooka who shot me and killed me
I know you're not going to believe this but Ive just been kicked by a snake
I found out the hard way that people can legally reject status as an emergency contact
The title of my autobiography is going to be Gilear Faeth: Please Stop
On my way here I was carrying a large bowl of Italian wedding soup which shattered on the ground in front of me and several of the small pasta balls rolled through the cracks and alerted vermin to my presence. I've since learned after a trip to the hospital I am deathly allergic to the sting of millipedes which is a way of me saying I need someone to come down to the hospital and pay for this. There is a doctor holding a gun to my head and now that I think about it this clinic is in the back of a storage unit and I think have gone to the wrong place
he said and I quote "he'd stomp my goon ass" if I ever got on his bus again
Gorthalax it was very nice to meet you, you've made a cuckold of me
We're the throw up boys!*
I've been informed that the brownies I consumed were laced with cannabis and rat poison
I am completely unprepared for the perils ahead and am deeply frightened, I'll go get the coffee
A gorilla monster punched me so hard in the back of the head I died
Today I have been hit by 3 scooters
Everytime you squeeze my hand it breaks several small bones
My imaginary friend as a child ghosted me because he said I was too depressing
Do you want me to go back? I warn you, it will break me
Can I interest you in an herbal soda? You must understand I am an intern at a ponzi scheme*
When I go to sleep at night I dream of a world where I might be able to walk through a field without stepping on a rake or gopher hole
If anyone needs me... I will be surprised.
If it wasn't for bad luck, Id have no luck is both true and what was written upon the billboard I crashed through
I wonder if any of these will feature in Junior year đ
*Thanks to @cappa-cappa for telling me the lines I wasn't able to make out!!
#d20#dimension 20#naddpod#bahumia#brian murphy#emily axford#brennan lee mulligan#gilear faeth#siobhan thompson#lou wilson#ally beardsley#dropout#spire#fantasy high#fantasy high freshman year#fantasy high sophomore year#fantasy high junior year
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Chapter 5: Call a doctor!
Objection! Stand your ground! Marvelous! (Twisted Wonderland x Reader)
â Chapter 4 | Masterlist | Chapter 6 â
Word count:Â 6.5k.
WARNING:Â brief mentions of injuries, and various diseases.
Note:Â We're starting with Heartslabyul's arc!
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You awoke while the night sky was still dark, gray clouds blending together as they covered the round silver moon. Your skin feels cold to the touch, and the tips of your fingers are numb from the freezing weather.Â
As your teary eyes scan your surroundings, a vague feeling of disappointment combined with dread grips your heart. Despite everything you experienced the day before, a small voice in your brain had convinced you this was a dream. A bad nightmare, fueled by stress and sleep deprivation from your insomnia, had created this elaborate and fucked-up scenario.Â
Unfortunately, the small blades of grass that prickle your back tell you that you're still trapped in this world with no way to go back to your home.
Feeling the sleepiness leave your body, you groan as the bones of your stiff back crack loudly as you stretch your arms above your head, and like a chain reaction, your movements inadvertently wake your other two roommates who were snoring soundly next to you.
FĂgaro is the first to open his eyes, slowly removing his right hand that had accidentally landed on your stomach while tossing and turning in his sleep. Man, he moves a lot. While he sleepily runs a hand through his tangled locks, Yuuken rises next to him, some dry leaves and twigs stuck into his hair as he rubs his eyes using his fist. âMornin',â he grumbles with a yawn, and you both reply with an incoherent string of words along the same greeting.
You kick off the heavy sheet; your skin feels sticky and oily from exposure to the dirt and the ungodly heat emanating from FĂgaro. âSomebody has the time?â the Finnish man mutters beside you, turning to his side as he snuggles further into the pillow. Yuuken drowsily stares into the distance, ignoring the conversation. âIâll go check,â you reply with a yawn.
Your legs feel like jelly as you get up and wobbly make your way to the Ramshackle dormitory to check the hour ticking away on the miraculously still-alive wall clock you found yesterday during your âcleaningâ spree. As you grumpily open the dilapidated door, you encounter three particularly annoying faces.
âOoooooh, good morning, child!â the chubby ghost greets you happily, the other two semi-invisible dumbasses behind him giggling annoyingly as if the prank they were playing was so hilarious. Too tired to argue with them, you push past the cold figures and squint to see the clock hands moving behind the dirty, yellowed broken glass. 4:18 a.m. Well, at this point it might be best to just start the day⌠you highly doubt youâll be able to go back to sleep.
âAwwww, leaving so soon, friend? We hope you come back alive! The dust misses you,â mocking laughter echoes through the rotten walls as you leave the house without looking back, you feel something pulsing in your brain trying to give you an unnecessary headache. Youâll deal with the ghosts when you return, for now, itâs best to get a move on.
The howling wind from last night has died down to a light breeze, but the temperature has dropped considerably, as little puffs of warm steam leave your mouth with every breath you take. Judging by the dead leaves littering the ground and the bare branches, this place is either in the middle of autumn or approaching winter.Â
Unfortunately, as you return to your makeshift campsite and feel the sharp wind cut against your skin, you're made painfully aware of the lack of sweaters, as your world was still in the middle of summer when you were abducted. Shivering from the cold, Yuuken steals the blanket that was lying on the ground, wrapping himself in the fabric to protect himself from the air. FĂgaro doesn't seem to mind the temperature, lying in a star position while looking at the sky.Â
At this point, it's best to start the morning routine.
So the three of you unanimously decide to check the âlost and foundâ first for any kind of warm clothing or other items that might help you get through the next few days. Since Crowley covers food and water, you suggest using your first paycheck to buy some underwear, toiletries, and maybe some cleaning supplies. You want to avoid repeating the events of the previous day and be able to sleep comfortably in a bed without worrying about bugs or dirt.
FĂgaro adds, with a yawn, that to speed up the process of getting more money, it would be wise to sell any valuables you have with you, such as jewelry and watches, unless they have some sentimental value. You gently nudge the Kendo student walking sleepily beside you, pointing out the sad expression on the Finnish man's face as he stares at his decorated fingers.
Though you and Yuuken quickly intervened that he shouldn't feel pressured to sell his valuables, the blond man simply shrugged you off, having already taken off most of his jewelry except for a silver ring with a small chalcedony stone that sits on his index finger.
âThank you for your concern, both of you, but most of these were from sponsored merchandise or gifts from acquaintances. This is the only piece that is very precious to me,â he whispers as he lovingly looks at the ring. Without much thought, you step forward and deposit any loose jewelry that you had little to no attachment to, only keeping a black leather wristwatch that you bought with your first salary.
While it hurts to sell what had been hours of part-time work, at this point surviving and seeing your family and friends are the only thoughts that drive your decision. Yuuken seems to think so too, as he drops a sterling silver thumb ring on the pile.
FĂgaro stores the jewelry in a well-worn cross-body bag he found in one of the sheets the ghost had used to prank him the night before. It had seen better days, with pieces of fabric torn off in various places and several indentations on the black leather straps from stress. Although the blond man complains about the quality, he insists that it will work. He gives you a small smile before gently ushering you to continue your path.
The rest of the way is quiet, except for a few yawns and some brief but awkward banter. Back inside the huge building, you lead your two roommates to the library, remembering the twists and turns on the map you examined yesterday.Â
You highly doubt that you'll be able to find so many clothes or useful materials in there, after all, the "lost and found" is usually a big cardboard box that the secretary sticks under the desk, right?
You were dead wrong.
As the friendly ghostly librarian led you through the room where the bookcases were so high you swore they touched the roof, the last thing you expected to find was a utility closet labeled âlost and foundâ. Even more impressive was the fact that every single shelf in there was filled to the brim with various items.
âFeel free to take anything. Most of these articles have been in here for over a year and no one has come to claim them. I'm sure you'll make good use of them!â with a cheerful farewell, the sweet ghost disappears, leaving the three of you staring at the room with open mouths and owlish eyes.
âWell then, letâs give these things a good home,â FĂgaro states as your hands and fingers begin to dig through the shelves, picking out various items, examining them, and either taking them or putting them back in their place. You're able to find four sweaters in good condition that could help protect you from the cold.
You end up taking other items like a scarf, a (surprisingly) clean water bottle and a thermos, a portable sewing kit that was missing a few threads and needles, and a small fiction book. But the most valuable item of all, and the one that you could hardly believe had not been claimed by anyone to this day, was a tablet with a shabby charger attached to it.
âI call dibs!â you announce quickly before grabbing the rectangular device, feeling like a gremlin as you chuckle mischievously and eye it like a piece of gold. Yuuken lets out an âawâ behind you, disappointed that you beat him to it, while FĂgaro gives you a dirty look, questioning your behavior before shaking his head with a chuckle. âI think weâre good, I donât know what else to take,â the Kendo student mutters under his breath while doing one last look over the shelves.
âIf weâre missing something, weâll make a mental note and return here. But, we should get a move on, or else we wonât have time for breakfast,â you indicate while gazing out of a nearby window, observing as the twilight merges with the sunny colors of the sky. âGoodness⌠letâs first head to the showers.â
As you hurriedly leave the library, Yuuken and you exchange some jokes while FĂgaro quietly laughs at your childish banter. You fail to notice a pair of green eyes curiously examining you from the dark. Again.
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Youâre absolutely, 100% sure that what youâre currently doing is illegal.
This has to violate some type of law, right? You're well aware that Crowley could potentially be sued for violating child labor laws, especially since even though you're 17, your parents have to sign a contract and the crow can only make you work a certain amount of hours.
Also, even though you have some first aid certifications, you don't have a medical permit to work, much less administer medication. Holy crap, you don't even have supervision! What if you screw up?
Well, the headmaster of this institution didn't give a damn, because after showing you how to work the system, he gave you a comforting pat on the shoulder and quickly left the infirmary.
You feel a little nervous as youâre left alone in the office, but you lift your spirits as you promise to do your best to take care of the students.
And here you are. The warm, bitter liquid touches your lips as your fingers type away on the tabletâs screen, opening a new email account. It's a moment of peace since you began your shift, and by God, you never imagined how reckless some students at this place could be. You expected them to be more rowdy than usual for an all-boys school, but treating over twenty different injuries in four hours is a cause for concern.
It started pretty normal, with headaches and scraped knees that weren't that big of a deal. Just some medicine and a note to rest and avoid exercise for the day. Then it went up a notch when two students in white and red suits stormed into the infirmary, holding their hands as they'd suffered first-degree burns while making tea. All that was needed was to place the reddened skin under cool water, apply and prescribe petroleum jelly, and bandage the wound.
And then it got weird.Â
A boy had crashed into a tree while riding his broom and required help removing the splinters. Then, two students were suffering from the effects of a faulty spell and needed to be prescribed a special concoction (thank whatever deity for the digital medical encyclopedia installed in the infirmary's computer). Another student was accidentally turned into a monster during a fight, and you had to subdue the creature until the spell wore off.
And now, you're currently dealing with a person who has contracted "fishermanâs fever" from a failed experiment performed in potionology class.
The device in your hand vibrates as a shrill but catchy tune plays over the speakers, indicating the timer is up. You place the dark green ceramic coffee mug that has the cringeworthy inscription "Adulting is hard AF" on the white desk and take a look at the potion brewing in the glass pot.Â
According to the medical encyclopedia, to treat the disease, the scales that appear on the person's skin must be delicately removed using a sharp object. Then, to cure the internal effects such as the transformation of human blood into cold blood and the appearance of gills, the person must drink a special tea made with a bizarre combination of ingredients three times a day for a week.Â
You sigh softly, the scent of mint and mandrake permeating the air as the rays of the morning sun stream in through the window, adding some color to the gray infirmary. As your weary eyes watch a series of hot bubbles appear and quickly burst at the inner corners of the pot, you grab the metallic spatula spoon and carefully stir the liquid, which has taken on a muted cyan hue. A voice behind you coughs, drawing your attention, but you keep your gaze on the tea.
âIs he going to be okay?â the student's friend, whose name you learned is Kyle Blackwood, asks from the side of the bed, worried eyes watching his friend's tanned skin turn an awful shade of pale green.Â
After straining and then pouring the scalding liquid into a ceramic mug, you approach the stiff bed, avoiding the metal bucket on the side with the remnants of the shiny green scales you removed with a scalpel nearly half an hour ago. You softly nudge the shoulder of Hyde Sage, the sick student, to wake him up from his stupor.Â
âHe'll be fine so long as he doesn't skip his tea. If he gets worse, like his skin turning blue or you see some gills on the side of his neck, take him to a hospital,â you indicate with a stern tone, hoping that the threat of a hospital visit might scare the first year into not skipping the medicine.Â
Unfortunately, the rumor that you and your roommates are magicless people spread faster than you had expected, as such, some of the students you had attended decided to disobey your instructions, refuting under their breath that what would you know, being from another world and without magic.
You are grateful for your interactions with customer service that you gained from your many part-time jobs. Despite being bad and even traumatic memories, you learned quite a lot on how to deal with stubborn people. This was no exception; instead of giving in to the anger or being intimidated by their comments and mocking grimaces, you kept a neutral expression and listed all the possible side effects of what would happen if they didnât get their injuries or sickness treated.
Of course, you never lied, after all a small wound can develop into a catastrophic disease. It worked most of the time, their faces turning pale at the large list of infections and illnesses, and they quickly snatched the medicine from your hands, consuming it as fast as they could before they exited the office. Some quietly thanked you, others didnât say anything.Â
Other times, when they were particularly argumentative, they were scolded by friends or classmates who brought them into the infirmary, telling them to shut up and just take the pills. You silently thanked them with a small smile, and they returned the gesture with a nod.
As you place the mug on a nearby table, both Hyde and Kyle let out a gasp as their eyes widen at your words. Still, many of the students are relatively nice or are too preoccupied with schoolwork to bother you or deny the treatment, such as the two teenagers sitting in front of you. Sensing their distress, you shake your head, gently patting Hyde's shoulder to ease their panic slightly.
âDonât worry, itâs a worst-case scenario. Your fever has gone down, and your skin is starting to return to its normal color. Just, make sure to not skip the tea,â your lukewarm fingers gently press against the studentâs forehead, a sigh of relief slips past your lips as you feel the earlier fever has subsided. Your free arm slides under his back and pushes, silently instructing him to sit up.
Kyle jumps at the opportunity to help him up as well, fluffing up the pillows and tucking them behind his back to make him more comfortable. As you hand the freshman the hot cup and tell him to be careful, you chuckle to yourself as you watch his nose scrunch up at the strong smell. âBottomâs up, bud. Unless you want to become a fish.â
Hearing your words, he panics momentarily before judgmentally staring at the rather viscous liquid and bringing it close to his lips. As soon as a drop sneaks past his open mouth and lands on his tongue, Hyde physically recoils, a shiver shakes his shoulders and makes his skin crawl. He almost places the mug down in disgust, but pushes forward, remembering how much a trip to the hospital costs. Kyle gingerly pats his back as a sign of support and comfort.
Meanwhile, you return to the desk, moving your attention to the enormous metal cabinet that houses a variety of pills and medicines. You crouch down and open the compartment underneath, the door sliding open with a loud, unpleasant squeak, giving way to rows of glass bottles of various sizes and other medical paraphernalia.
Your fingers brush gently against the various containers as you calculate how much liquid is left in the pot. After a few seconds of mental calculations and the clatter of glass, you successfully locate and pull out a bottle to store the remaining tea; your ears perk up as you hear the clink of a ceramic object on a table and the rustle of sheets and clothing.
In one swift movement, you uncork the bottle, place the strainer over the opening, and begin to pour the liquid into it with ease. You unconsciously hold your breath as all of your mental concentration is focused on avoiding spilling as much as possible, although a few drops do escape and gently run down the side of the crystal. Two pairs of footsteps approach you as the last few drops of the tea land inside the bottle.
âThis should give you 7-8 cups of tea. Drink it at a temperature of 65°C and don't let it cool down, it will lose its effects,â you screw the cap on as tightly as you can to avoid spills and turn around, running into the two students. Hyde's complexion looks much better, and a small smile is now appearing on his face instead of a terrified expression.
Gently, you hand him the bottle and your free hand grabs two small notes you wrote while the tea was boiling. One has a checklist written in blue ink, while the other is a more formal sheet of paper. "Here are the instructions on how to make the tea and this is your excuse to skip the rest of your classes today, deliver it to the headmaster. Then, return to your dorm, set the alarms for your tea, and try to rest today to regain your energy."
Both students nod eagerly at your instructions, gently taking away the notes from your tired hands. Youâre relieved to see Hyde in a much better condition than when he arrived, remembering Kyle's panicked yells as he dragged him to the infirmary office. He was limp and couldnât stop shivering, his skin was clammy and his eyes were constantly rolling to the back of his head. As you dismiss both of them, youâre taken aback when the two of them suddenly bow with big, happy smiles on their faces.
âT-Thank you very much, Mx. (Y/N)!â you scratch your head sheepishly at the way Hyde addresses you, not expecting such a reaction. âDonât mention it⌠just doing my job. Also, (Y/N)âs fine. No need to be so formal,â the two return to their original positions before nodding merrily. As they walk towards the door, they wave again, the crimson and yellow ribbons tied to their left arms fluttering slightly as they move.
Soon, the door to the infirmary closes softly, and the office is plunged into a comfortable silence as the footsteps and lively conversation of the Scarabian students fade into the distance. You sigh as you lazily throw yourself onto the swivel chair, which creaks loudly under the sudden weight, and bring your fingers to massage the temples of your forehead.
âThat should be patient number #21⌠I better fill out the form and get to cleaning if I want to finish opening my accounts.â
Your hands land on the gray keyboard that sits in front of you, several of the letters blurred or missing, showing the constant use of the device. The monitor comes to life as you move the mouse, the cursor hovering over the â+â symbol and opening a new window, displaying an empty patient form. Without wasting a second, your fingers tap out different combinations, forming words to fill the empty boxes.
Time passes; outside, the birds chirp a happy tune and the clouds dance in the sky as you click the âSendâ button and a message appears on the screen informing you that the form has been successfully accepted. As you stretch your arms over your head, your bones cracking stiffly, the rectangular device thatâs been sitting idle for nearly an hour vibrates and the screen turns on to reveal a new notification.
Beyond satisfying your dire need to consume technology and geek content, the tablet is a key factor in your survival. In an unfamiliar world, where you don't know its customs, let alone its politics, the most important thing you need to do is nourish yourself with information on how to navigate this new labyrinth. Therefore, the moment you reset your device to its factory settings, you opened several accounts on various social media sites.
Strangely enough, many of the sites looked like bootleg copies of the ones you had back at home, right down to the bizarre similar yet different names. You almost burst out laughing when the words âMagiCamâ appeared on the screen, immediately understanding what the application should be about. Thankfully, this also meant that you'd be able to navigate it much more easily since the UI was the same as Instagramâs.
In the brief respites of peace youâve had during your turn, youâve also understood a little more about how Twisted Wonderland works. Feeling calmer now that you know more about Night Raven College and the island where it resides, you then examined the world map and learned about the various continents of this world and who inhabits them.
Youâve also started to delve deeper into the magic of this world, but the concept still feels rather foreign and confusing, so, youâve decided to wait until youâre in a calmer environment to pay closer attention to the details. Still, in your opinion, youâve made good progress, and you make a mental note to share this information with your new roommates when you reconvene at lunch or later in the day.
You throw your head back, and the upper half of your body languidly lies against the chair's comically small backrest. You still feel a bit sore from yesterday's events, even after taking a hot (almost boiling) shower and replicating some of Yuuken's stretches. It also doesn't help that you've been running around for most of the morning.
You're tired... you want to go home.
As you stare blankly at the false ceiling, your mind wanders to the dark places you tried to avoid yesterday...
Will you ever be able to go home? Are your parents okay? Is Momoko okay? How long have you been gone? Does time pass differently here than it does in your world?
... Are you actually dead? This world feels so real, but you can't help but wonderâŚ
Thought after thought flashes through your mind, as the earlier feeling of dread comes back with a biting force, stabbing at your stomach and tearing at your brain, making you feel sick. âStop,â you silently beg to yourself, wanting the cursed string of detrimental questions to just end. And yet, your inner self continues to produce more and more, completely ignoring your desperate pleas.Â
Fortunately, you don't get to lose yourself for long as you're jolted awake by a hasty banging on the door to the infirmary. It startled you so much that you nearly fell out of the chair, the tip of your shoe smacking against the underside of the desk, followed by the clanking of glass, reminding you of the dirty dishes you didnât wash. âD-Doors open!â you stammer with a shaky, feeling your heart pounding against your chest as you wobble out of the chair.
In a matter of seconds, the door opens, and a familiar man with orange hair peers in, his eyes widening in surprise as they fall on your figure. You instantly remember him from the entrance ceremony, a phantom feeling of warmth still lingers on your shoulder.Â
âThe fu-!? H-Hey! Long time no see~!â he attempts to mask his shock with a cheerful tone before opening the door further and standing awkwardly at the entrance. âUm⌠do you know when the nurse is coming back?â
Without saying a word, you raise your right hand and point your thumb at yourself, swaying slightly back and forth, making the lab coat you wear over your navy blue sweater rustle. âIâm the temporary nurse. Do you need help with something?â even though his face is one of happiness, you notice that he is nervous due to his pale complexion and a slight tremor in his hands.
âO-Oh⌠Cool! UhâŚâ the orange-haired man stutters, sticking his head out of the room once more and whispering unintelligible words to someone standing outside. The exchange continues for a few more seconds, each one more confusing. Finally, with a frustrated groan, he returns and opens the door wider. âSorry for that! We need a consultation!â
A bit weirded out by his behavior, you silently point toward one of the beds, ushering him to enter the room. You hope this consultation will be fast. As he opens the door wider and signals for the other person to come in, you turn around back to the computer and quickly open an application that pulls out a screen showcasing the list of all the students of Night Raven College.Â
As a precaution, before you can do a consultation or even prescribe medication, you must ensure the student isnât allergic to any specific ingredients, takes some type of chronic medication, or has any important medical history. That way, you avoid any mishaps and save yourself a possible heart attack and a phone call to the hospital. Thankfully, the school has a nifty medical system that allows you to check for these kinds of things, all you need is a name or ID number.
Behind you, the shuffling of feet and the hushed voices weirded you out even more. âWhatâs up with the secrecy?â Ah well, time is precious, and you want this consultation to be over quickly, so thereâs no point in beating around the bush. With your gaze still focused on the screen, you click on the search bar and speak to the people. âAlright, whatâs the name of the patient?â
As the question leaves your lips, a tense silence follows. You suddenly donât dare to turn around, an uneasy feeling settles itself in the pit of your stomach as you wait for the answers. As the clock on the wall quietly ticks away the seconds that feel like minutes, somebody finally clears their throat and speaks. âUh⌠Riddle Rosehearts.âÂ
An eerily familiar voice speaks out, and you promptly turn around to watch a guy with green hair and glasses enter the room, a small and thin arm slung around his broad shoulders. And you feel the world fall apart and tear itself at its core as a head of red hair wobbles beside him, gray, piercing eyes turning to observe, widening at your figure before a recognizable scowl etches at his face.
"What in the Seven's name are you doing here?" fucking great, the last person you wanted to see, the tiny tyrant has come back to torment you again. Was the yelling match of yesterdayâs night not enough for him? You take a deep breath, repeating to yourself that you wonât win showing your annoyance; you need to be a professional. Instead, you simply shrug your shoulders, maintaining an apathetic expression.
"Beats me, dude. Ask the crow man, not me," as you quickly type in his name into the application, Riddle scoffs as heâs helped to walk further into the room. "Do not address the headmaster in such a way. Have you not been taught to respect your superiors?" you roll your eyes at his comment, focusing more on his medical profile as he settles in one of the beds. Good, everything seems in order.
You donât waste much time, reaching over to one of the desk drawers and pulling out a black bag containing a diagnostic kit and a clipboard with an empty consultation form. âI have, thank you very much. But I find it justifiable to insult the man who thought it was a good idea to stick me and the other two inside a dilapidated house,â you reply, slightly irritated as you place the stethoscope around your neck and head over to the bed.
The orange-haired man, whose eyes were intently focused on his phoneâs screen, suddenly perks up at the mention of the house. âWhat!? Are you living in Ramshackle? I thought they were going to demolish that thing,â he mumbles the last part sheepishly as you pull a chair over to where the three men are standing.
The green-haired guy perks up at the name of the dormitory, his worried eyes suddenly landing on you. âHow did your night go there?â you glance away from the prying eyes, scratching your cheek as you remember how stiff your back still is. âAwful, we ended up sleeping outside⌠Anyways, what's up? What are we dealing with?â although the orange-haired man seems more interested in hearing about your night, Riddle interrupts the conversation with a sharp cough.
âI'm completely fine. I just contracted a simple cold,â he remarks nonchalantly, covering his mouth with a gloved fist. However, even though the boy tries to pretend that he's fine, you notice that his chest moves up and down rather quickly, his cheeks are also slightly flushed, and small beads of sweat trickle down the sides of his face.
âDifficulty breathing... I can cross out asthma, anemia, and anaphylaxis since his allergy chart is clear. A common cold wouldn't have him panting this way unless he overexerted himself with a clogged nose... Hmmm, it could be some kind of respiratory infection, but I need more detailsâŚâ
Before you can intervene, however, the green-haired man shoots a glare at the housewarden as he angrily crosses his arms, his pose resembling a mother scolding her child. âA simple cold? Riddle, you were puking your guts out just a few minutes ago and you can barely walk!â he reprimands with a frown, and the redhead simply clicks his tongue in frustration. âAs I said, I'm fine. It's nothing I can't handle.â
You jot down your observations and the glasses man's comments on the clipboard, nodding quietly as your brow furrows. âBesides the vomiting and shortness of breath,â â you feel slightly insulted as you notice Riddleâs eyes monetarily widen in surprise at your last observation. Man, he thinks youâre not capable, huh? â âAre you feeling any discomfort or other symptoms?â at your question, the housewarden ponders for a few seconds before his hand drops from his mouth. âJust a stomach ache.â
âIs the pain mild or severe?â the man shakes his head, placing a hand on his abdomen to indicate the source of the disturbance. âI can also rule out hepatitis at the moment. Seems to be from the core.â âIn between,â you simply hum at his response as you take more notes. âWhen did the symptoms start?â you finally raise your head to meet him, taking notice that he has difficulty keeping his eyes open.
He takes a deep breath and a hand shoots up to massage his temples. As youâre about to recommend he lays down on the bed and youâre three steps away from dialing Mr. Crewel, he speaks. âA-About two⌠no, one hour ago. I just feel dizzy. Iâm fine,â he keeps repeating the last sentence as if to reassure the people in the room, but honestly, it makes you more nervous.
âWell, it might be a stomach bug rather than a cold. Iâll check your vitals before we move to treatment,â you announce before standing up and silently motioning for Riddle to remove his blazer. As you put on the earpieces of the stethoscope, his shaky and clammy hands pull off the piece of cloth, the glasses man stepping in to help. âOh, my bad. I didnât ask for your names.â
The orange-haired man jumps at the opportunity, flashing you a dashing smile as he holds up two fingers to his face, forming a peace sign. âHey, hey! Iâm Cater Diamond, but you can call me Cay-Cay!â he announces cheerfully, winking in your direction. âWell, what a charmer.â You make a mental note not to call him that nickname, you'll just stick with Cater.
You simply wave back as you take a seat in front of Riddle and look in the direction of the green-haired man, who nods at you. âTrey Clover, vice housewarden of Heartslabyul. Good to meet you,â he replies as he flashes a small smile, though his gaze shifts to worry as he looks back at Riddle. An annoyed cough from the tiny tyrant interrupts your greeting.Â
âIf weâre done with idle chatter, I would like to get out of here and return to my duties as soon as possible,â he grumbles as you simply roll your eyes and adjust the stethoscope. âAlright, alright. Take a deep breath,â you command in a toneless voice as you hook a finger around the collar of his shirt and harshly pull down, revealing a patch of milky skin.Â
A furious blush spreads across Riddle's cheeks as he short circuits for a second, a million thoughts racing through his mind as he feels your lukewarm fingers poking at his chest. He finally comes down to earth as he feels the cold nip at his exposed skin and he swears he feels on fire. âW-Whatâs wrong with you!? A-A warning wouldâve been nice!â he shouts, almost slapping your hand away if it wasnât for the glare you threw him back.Â
âDamn, you go, Riddle, getting some action,â Cater quietly giggles as he covers his Cheshire grin using his phone, which causes the housewardenâs face to turn even redder. âShut it! Say a word of this and Iâll have your head!â the orange hair chokes on his laugh at the last words of the red hair. All of a sudden, the preppy attitude of the man is drained alongside the color from his face, instead, itâs replaced with an awkward laugh as he gingerly scratches the back of his neck.
âWhat the hell is that reaction?â Sure, the phrase elicits a rather daunting reaction from anyone who hears it, but, to pale at such words? Thatâs quite suspicious, but you frankly donât want to stick your nose in the business of people who are already aggressive to strangers, especially when it comes to the tiny tyrant. You also donât have the energy to bother, unless it becomes a bigger issue.Â
âMy bad, sorry. But, you need to calm down or else I wonât be able to measure your heart rate,â you retort between your teeth, drawing Riddle's attention back to you. âCalm down!? Easier said than done! Are you even sure you know what youâre doing?â his booming voice does nothing but irritate you as you tighten your grip on the stethoscope. âYes, I do. Now, shut up and let me do my job.â
About to respond angrily to your comment when he's stopped by a warm hand patting his shoulder, Trey giving him a small smile as the cold chest piece of the stethoscope touches his skin. The housewarden reluctantly agrees and gives you a nod. âTake a deep breath,â you instruct again in a low voice, listening carefully to Riddle's worryingly slow heartbeats. Each time you hear a âthumpâ, you draw a line on the clipboard resting on your leg, mentally counting up to fifteen; the entire room holds its breath as you remove the device after a while, your lips tightening as the uncomfortable feeling in your stomach returns with a vengeance.
âOnly 14 beats⌠this is bad,â you swallow dryly as you waste no time calculating his heart rate, multiplying the number of beats by four and silently thanking your 12-year-old self for choosing first aid classes over rowing at summer camp. Unfortunately, the fleeting feeling of accomplishment soon fades, replaced by anxiety as you watch the number from the equation over and over again. âHoly shitâŚâ
âIs everything alright?â you accidentally ignore Trey's worried voice, too consumed in your panic, as you run back to the computer and check Riddle's medical profile again. Again, he has no hereditary diseases or disorders, and his allergy chart is empty and clear. His normal heart rate, listed under his blood type, shows he has 75 beats per minute, so why the hell did your calculations show his current heart rate is 58 bpm? That's below average!
âIs it bradycardia? It could be that he just developed it, but that doesnât explain the vomiting or rapid breathing⌠Perhaps he has arrhythmia? Did I make a mistake in my calculations?â you turn around to address the trio, wincing as you observe a powerful shiver shake Riddleâs body. âWhatever it is, I donât have the proper resources, much less the adequate experience to deal with this.â
The red-haired man irritates you, his attitude is obnoxious, but thereâs no way youâre letting him die here. âIâm calling an ambulance. Riddleâs heart rate is worryingly low and his conditioning is worsening. He needs professional attention.âÂ
The three men's eyes widen in pure surprise, the shock is so severe for Riddle that he starts coughing loudly, the green-haired man next to him jumps in fright at the sound, but quickly concentrates on calming him down, gently patting and rubbing his back.
Cater reacts the fastest, shaking his phone with a pale face as he looks at you, terrified. "I'll call them!" he types restlessly on the keypad as you approach the bed to help Riddle get comfortable and calm his reaction.Â
But strangely, before Cater can even press the call button, a hand shoots up from the bed and rips the phone out of the orange-haired man's hands, causing him to choke on air, startled by the sudden movement.
It was Riddle.
âNO! IâM NOT TAKING ONE STEP IN THERE! IâM COMPLETELY FINE!â
⌠Huh?
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This is a Buddie fic rec list where "one of them isn't a firefighter" That makes me warm and happy every time I read them <3
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Exploding Coffee Machines by inkinmyheartandonthepage (@inkinmyheartandonthepage) | 9k | General
Buck couldnât be blamed for falling in love with his neighbour. He was powerless against the Diaz boys and wanted nothing more than to be swept up in their everything. Buck thought that Eddie felt the same, that their feelings of more than just being platonic best friends was mutual. Buck had been hopeful that Eddie inviting him to his bossâs house to meet his friends and co-workers meant that they were taking a step in the right direction.
A step that now Buck was going to be late for OR Buck gets burned at work and worries that he's blown his shot with Eddie when he runs late to meet his friends.
What is Love For $2000? by fayevian 17k | Mature
On the screen, the camera pans down as they introduce the contestants. Mary, on her 3rd day winning streak, is a dowdy teacher type. Center stage is occupied by a graying man with loopy handwriting named Auggie. And all the way to the right is⌠Evan. Damn. --- One night when Eddie can't sleep, he discovers the hottest Jeopardy contestant of all time (objectively). With the "help" of his team and his fairly good working knowledge of Twitter, they devise a plan to get Evan (from Jeopardy) to slide into Eddie's DMs. It works surprisingly well.
i like you so much (it's kinda gross) by brewrosemilk, stardustbuddie (@gayhoediaz) (@wh0re-behavi0r) | 10k | Explicit
Buck Buckley (@/firefighterbuck): @/eddiediaz Iâll never be able to tug your hair now, huh?
Eddie Diaz (@/eddiediaz): @/firefighterbuck Itâs against the rules, anyway. You donât look like a fighter, though. What situation would we be in that would make you want to tug my hair?
(Or: Eddie is an MMA fighter and Buck thirsts on twitter.)
you make the world taste better by farfromthstars (@buckactuallys) | 11k | Teen
They follow the room numbers down the hallway until the last door on the right. Itâs slightly ajar, and when Eddie knocks politely, it opens further.
âHey,â a cheerful, male voice says. âYou guys are early!â
When Eddie spots the source of the voice, he nearly swallows his tongue.
The man is tall, with broad shoulders and huge arms, a sunny smile on his face that looks so genuine Eddie canât help but smile back. Thereâs a splash of pink over his one eye, his hair is just the slightest bit curly, and his eyes are startlingly blue. Heâs also about 80% legs, and leaning on a cane to walk.
Belatedly, Eddie remembers that he should say something too, not just stare at this guy approaching them.
âUh,â he starts eloquently. âSorry. This one was getting impatient at home ~ Newly arrived to LA, Eddie decides to take his son to parent/child cooking classes. The instructor is so much more than he expected
stupid people. by brewrosemilk (@gayhoediaz) | 160k | Explicit
New in Los Angeles, and having recently admitted to himself that he's gay, Eddie figures that hiring a sex worker might be a good way to keep his private life cut off from his job and his son. A way to keep things from becoming too complicated.
It works. For a while.
your dreary mondays by hammersmiths (@henswilsons) | 33k | Teen
âWait, you need a sitter?â Chimney says. Eddie nods. âMaddieâs brother got back in town a few nights ago, heâs looking for work.â
Eddie frowns. He doesnât know much about this mysterious brother of Maddieâs â doesnât even really know much about Maddie, either, aside from being Chimneyâs girlfriend â but heâs pretty sure every time heâs been brought up in conversation itâs not been particularly inspiring. âIs this the brother who flunked out of college because he spent all his tuition on a motorcycle?â
Chimney colours a little. âUm. No?â
or, Buck babysits Christopher and Eddie isâfine about it, actually.
one single thread of gold (tied me to you) by heartbeatdiaz (@heartbeatdiaz) | 4k | Teen
Eddie doesn't know much about Chris' science teacher, except that he's his son favorite and apparently knows everything there's to know. ( Those were Christopher's words. )
So when he enters the classroom, expecting an old man dressed nicely but a little old-fashioned as the science teacher, his whole life crashes to a halt.
"Evan?" The man who's leaning against the desk, looking at some papers, suddenly startles and looks up at Eddie with wide blue eyes.
"Holy shit," It's what the man says after spending at least a minute opening and closing his mouth. or; Eddie met Evan when he was a bartender in Peru and Eddie was on vacation with his cousins. They had a one night stand and Eddie woke up the next morning to an empty bed and a disappointed heart. Just for the same guy to end up being Chris' teacher years after.
always glad you came by foxwatson (@eddiediazes) | 5k | Teen
Buck is the incredibly kind but incredibly straight bartender at Eddie's local gay bar. Eddie is trying very, very hard not to be pathetically in love with him, and is failing miserably.
âHey, youâre back,â Buck had said, greeting him with that sun-bright grin, and Eddie had yet again been reminded why heâd started questioning his sexuality.
âWell, I get one night off a week. And tonight I could really use the drink.â
Buckâs brow had furrowed, and he got Eddie his favorite beer without even asking again what it was. âYou need to talk about it? Assuming I read you right and youâre the kind of guy who talks to a bartender instead of a therapist.â
Eddie had winced theatrically. âOuch. That obvious, huh?â
âHey, man, youâre the one that told me you started coming here on your coworkerâs advice. Feels like something youâd get from a therapist, if you had one.â
see the stars with my morning eyes by trippedandfell (@trippedandfell) | 3k | Teen
âSo,â Buck announces, sitting down between Hen and Chimney at the concessions stand. âI think Eddieâs trying to get me to sleep with him and his fiancĂŠe.â
or: Eddie calls Lucy his partner. Buck extrapolates.
walking on sunshine by fallingthorns (@fallingthorns) | 5k | Teen
âShut up,â Buck grumbles at the dog. âItâs not a crush.â
Buck walks out of the room, out the backdoor, and into the yard, trying to ignore his large and judgmental dog following behind him.
âI donât want to hear it,â Buck tells him as he gets the hose out to start watering his plants. âKeep it to yourself.â
âWho are you talking to?â
Buck startles and drops the hose, doing a quick 180-degree turn and coming face-to-face with Eddie. Heâs clearly standing on something, elbows folded over the top of the fence and chin resting on them as he looks at Buck. His expression looks almost fond and it kind of makes Buck want to both preen and die of embarrassment. -- Or, the one where Buck owns a doggy daycare, has a large dog with an attitude, and is hopelessly in love with his new neighbor.
Under Any Roof by moncuries (@moncuries) | 10k | Teen
Eddie Diaz does not need a noisy neighbor on top of all the shit he's trying to work out.
But he does make really good mac and cheese. -- âYou know,â And Buck is meeting his eyes now. Theyâre uncannily blue. Like Kool-Aid or popsicles. âIf you want, I could show you what I get up to up there?â
What? WHAT? Eddie feels heat spread from the tips of his ears to his toes. No way had he just gotten propositioned before sunrise in the decrepit hallway of their apartment building. âUm. No.â He backs up until his calves brush the door to 101. âThank you, really. But no.â
my house of stone, your ivy grows by stayeven (@demieddie) | 7k | Mature
When Eddie resigns himself to buying sex toys in personâdespite the popularity of online ordering nowâhe expects to be embarrassed and overwhelmed. What he doesn't expect is to leave with a crush on the employee with captivating blue eyes.
and we can stay all day by trippedandfell (@trippedandfell) | 3k | Teen
âSo let me get this straight,â Hen says, once sheâs stopped laughing at him. âYour nerd crush-
â-Evan Buckley,â Eddie miserably interjects.
âYour nerd crush,â Hen repeats, waggling her eyebrows. At the kitchen table beside her, Chimney is grinning like Christmas just came early. âRead your drunk tweet and then sent you animal facts via DM?â
or: Buck's a zoologist. Eddie's pretty sure he's in love.
#Fics I love#Buddie#Eddie Diaz#Evan âBuckâ Buckley#911onfox#911 fan fiction#buddiefanfiction#Buddie fic#911#911 fox#911 abc#911 on abc
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Hiyaa these are quick notes I think that different Honkai Star Rail characters would do or behave like ALSO IF YOU THINK IT'S OOC THAT'S FINE SHSKAHF I LOVE THESE CHARACTERS SO MUCH ANYTHING THEY DO IS REAL TO ME â¤ď¸
IF THERE ARE SPELLING MISTAKES HELP SORRY
Characters: Blade, Dan Heng, Gepard, March, Serval, Kafka
Blade:
-He holds your hand when you cross the road (it seems like something he would do just absentmindedly, if you bring it up he won't do it again).
-He likes to take you places you've never been to, as chaotic as his person is, I think he really likes the more calmer days and enjoys finding new places with you, albeit he's also looking to run away from the authorities at the same time...
-I am a firm believer that Blade watches all types of movies, even romcoms. You enter the living room and see him watching '10 things I hate about you' and he's genuinely into it thinking about how he relates to a character.
-He has matching phone accessories with you. Kafka makes fun of him whenever he comes to work with a bright coloured pompom hanging out of his pocket.
-He is quite chill when you bring him little trinkets, he might not know what you're supposed to be doing with such an oddly shaped item, he might even stare at you blankly, but he knows the object reminded you of him and that makes him happier than he'd like to admit.
Dan Heng:
-He likes to smell you (THAT SOUNDS SO CREEPY). He loves the smell of your shampoo and has decided to buy the same one as you, however he didn't like it because March caught a whiff and made fun of him for weeks with you in earshot.
-He likes when you doodle on his hand with a pen or a marker. He also let's you do his eyeliner because you recenctly only realised he had one eye done and the other not, seeing as you start to do this more often, he buys more eyeliner and different colours for you to experiment with. (Although you both agree he looks better in red.)
-ABSOLUTELY 100% LOVES YOUR MUSIC! At first he didn't because he thought it was weird, but you eventually start catching him humming your favourite songs and you start to slowly make him play lists and organise an entire library of his and your favourite music together.
-He has matching plushies with you, you guys switch them every night and act like divorced parents who have to switch kids every weekend.
Gepard:
-He eats all the food in the fridge and you see him with his mouth dirty and can't help get too mad at him when he says he hasn't been in the kitchen all day. Other than his crimson cheeks, messy mouth and embarrassed eyes, nothing tells you more of his crime than his horrible acting skills.
-When he goes out, he likes to bring you back something, honestly anything. He once brought back an entire couch because he heard you needed a new one that fitted the aesthetic of your living room.
-Think golden retriever, you shall receive golden retriever.
-He likes when you praise him, it gets him happy and excited, a little shy and he just acts like he has just received the best present in the world, however it backfires when he compliments you as well. Your face heats up and even if he can't tell, he knows from your expression and attitude he got to you more than you let him see.
March
-Sheâs 100% tried to steal your clothes and you catch her every single time.
-She is so bad at hiding the fact she steals your clothing that whenever you walk into your room, you INSTANTLY sense your favourite sweater was taken hostage.
-Obviously she loves you and gives you fashion advice, but only when sheâs ready will she let you borrow her own clothes. For her, this is an extreme act of love and trust.
-She totally takes your phone and blows up your storage with 100+ pictures of her or you sleeping, your phone almost shut itself down on multiple occasions đ.
-Likes to try bake you little sweets from different planets. Due to her past, she cannot remember where she is from, so her love language is giving you things from other planets or your home planet, especially through baked goods! Sheâs either a cooking pro or she burns down the entire Express. Itâs a 50/50.
Serval
-Loves hearing you sing. You sound like Gepard? Itâs okay! She has her best smile on to encourage her lover!
-She 1000% stole your musical instrument (if you play one) and tried learning it for you if you donât have a guitar.
-Not everything with her is musical, but she finds it does help when sheâs cooking, cleaning, working in her shop, she even has a playlist that has your name on it and is full of songs that remind her of you.
-She shows you baby pictures of Gepard and Lynx. Youâve never ONCE seen her though. Kinda sketchy. Just ask Gepard and suddenly you have millions of cute chubby little Servalâs everywhere!
-That one fangirl who waits for Serval or tries to catch a glimpse? Not anymore! All the windows are now only see through on the inside and Serval has taken extra measures to keep her and your life private from her groupie. Will tell the girl to knock it off if youâre extremely uncomfortable.
Kafka
-She has the passwords to every account youâve ever made on any platform. She doesnât go through any of them but she likes that you share that with her, she in turn lets you go through her email. Thatâs all she has. đ
-She caught you wearing her uniform once and just stayed at the door watching you say her signature catch phrases. 11/10 embarrassing, 100/10 her thinking it was cute as hell.
-She doesnât really have time for dates or anything of the such, but whenever you really need her, desperately, sheâs there instantly. Sometimes you use your trump card when thereâs a creepy bug and she catches it ONLY TO THROW THAT MF IN YOUR GENERAL DIRECTION.
-Has a pet snake. I genuinely am a firm believer she has a pet snake that she named in your honour. If you like snakes or not, you will have to feed it when sheâs gone. đ
#honkai star rail#dan heng x gender neutral reader#dan heng x y/n#dan heng x reader#dan heng#hsr blade#blade x reader#kafka#hsr kafka#kafka honkai star rail#serval#serval x reader#honkai star rail x reader#gepard#gepard landau#serval landau#serval hsr#serval honkai star rail#gepard x reader#march 7th#trailblazer#march x reader
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A Hum of Time. Toshinori Yagi x Reader
Part 6
-Technically 5.5, shorter chapter
Summary: An innocent relationship between two workaholics could not possibly be that eventful. Just two individuals finding comfort within each other's company and the occasional cup of coffee. What happens when a secret that could ruin both of their careers brings the whole thing crashing down? In a heart wrenching decision, you must do what is best for all three of you and brave the future alone. Will you ever tell the truth? You might not have a choice. Amidst the fallout an opportunity arises, one that could perhaps benefit them all. A coup to send All Might into retirement once and for all flourishes amidst unsuspected old friends.
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With a deep sigh, Toshinori could remain silent no longer. Waiting for Chiyo to step out, for he knew the older woman would forbid him from transforming after such exertion, his guilt prevailed through stain.
 As the hours ticked by and the sun long casted down behind the hill at which the school rests atop, the moment of opportunity presented itself as she ventured into the hallways. Glancing to his prodigies bedside wary of objections, the young man slept soundly. With a puff of smoke and fatigued muscles straining All Might emerged.Â
Approaching tightly drawn walls with a deep sigh, a labored stretch of his smile and clearing his throat as to announce his presence he prepared to face the emotionally vulnerable mother beyond.Â
However, the moment thin fabric slid within his grasp his mind felt fuzzy.
âSleepâÂ
Catching a peek through pulled barriers as his mind hazed, though the two figures within blurred the faint sight made his heart dropâŚ
â(Y/N)?â
Ending credits rolled and a quieted theme song jingled throughout the silenced room. Wrapped snugly within each other's embrace, sleep tugged at the edges of tired bodies. It had been months since time had allowed such a night, savoring every second spent together neither wished to depart.
âWe should go to bed my love, it's getting late.âÂ
âYou go ahead, Iâve got a couple emails I should check up on be-âÂ
âIt can wait. Please Toshi.â Grabbing his hand and pulling him away from the couch he could not refuse.
 Led to your shared bedroom you sat him atop cooled sheets.Â
Though dark, the seldom moonlight allowed gazes to meet, seemingly glowing cerulean swam with admiration looking up to the woman before him. Cherished and dear to his heart, he would never grow tired of such a sight.Â
âBeautifulâ
A gentle thumb slid over the hollow of thinned cheekbones and down to his jawline. Wandering further, to massage the tense muscles of his neck and dip under the neckline of his shirt to brush over protruding bones of his vertebrae. A sensual shiver of ecstasy ran through Toshinori with each swipe of warm fingertips and an almost silent sigh had his head lulling back. A now familiar yearn grew hot within tightening trousers. His palms outstretched, holding your hips within their wide grasp, fingers squeezing into the supple flesh of your behind. Lowering over the loose fabric of his collared shirt, you carefully undo each button as they pass. The wide expanse of his chest presented itself, mindful of his scar, your expedition continued.Â
Both sets of hands grew hungry, though unrushed, as clothes drifted off, discarded to the floor for further exploration. Basking in the soft touches of the other, the need to be closer pulled you in.
Climbing on top, within the cover of darkness, without worry of work, without the weight of the world, love bloomed and bursted between them. Bodies conjoined, moving in sync, hushed praises arose as pleasure flared. Whispers of âI love youâsâ flew between moans of rapture. It had been far too long since theyâd been allowed such a time together.Â
As his peak reached deep within you the two collapsed. Rushed breaths mingled, heart rates thumping and arms never untangling. Resting within your shared bed, contentment settled. With eyes closed his arms tightened, pulling you closer.
âThat was-âÂ
âThe last time.â Thin eyebrows scrunched, your tone sounded distant. Catching his breath he hummed, confused by your statement.Â
âWhat do you mean?â Finally opening his eyes to look down at the woman within his arms he's met with nothing but balled up knots of blankets. The euphoria evaporated within an instant. â(Y/n)?â
âALL MIGHT!â
Bolting up from the bed, nude, he ran through the house. Tearing each door open in haste, howling your name till his throat ran raw. Your yells became animalistic, echoing off each emptied room, tauntingly calling his name.
âAll Might Please! Save Me!â
âIâm trying! Where are you?!â Padding into the living room he collapsed, inches away, yet just out of his grasp your body laid. Hero suit torn, your once loved form battered, bloodied, and lifelessâŚÂ Â
âIâm sorry, Iâm so sorry. PleaseâŚâ
âHey All Might!â
âAre you awake?â
âAll Might?â
Back inside the far too small cot of the infirmary Yagiâs head swam, dazed, confused. Haunted by dreams of the past.Â
âAll Might? Are you.. Crying?â
Snapping back into reality, a trembling hand swiped across gloom stricken features. Wetness gathering against thinned palms, mind struggling to find solid ground, and breaths puffed in rapid succession.
âAre you okay?âÂ
âWhat happened?â
Looking over to the once drawn curtains heâs met with a now emptied infirmary. The bed that once held his other student now striped and barren.
âWhere did young Akeno and his mother go?â
âOh, Recovery Girl sent them home a couple hours ago. She said we were also free to leave, but I didnât want to wake you up. It looked like you were having a nice dream until⌠Are you okay? It looked like you-â
âIâm fine Midoriya. Nothing to worry aboutâÂ
âIt was a dreamâŚBut IâŚâ Sighing as he shoved the memories back from whence they came and turned to his student.
âLet's go home.â
âIt was only a dream.â
Healed over the weekend class resumed anew Monday morning. Though with the looming shock of the attack still fresh on their minds, the students of class 1A buzzed with exhilaration.
âYou guys, did you watch the news last night!â
âWeâre totally big deals! Those news channels love us were basically celebrities!âÂ
Amongst the chatter of premiering on television and All Mightâs victory Midoriyaâs mind swam with questions that had been burning to escape after his recent discovery. Finally spotting his blond haired classmate as he entered, he struggled to withhold his onslaught. The image he had uncovered seared into his mind. As much as he wanted to simply blurt it out, he knew such an important topic must be eased into. Instead opting for a more friendly approach, he greeted his classmate.
âHey Akeno! How are you feeling?â Cerulean met Emerald and with a smile as Akeno took his seat, smiling wide as ever.
âThat smile.â
âNot back to one hundred percent yet, but I'm getting there!â His deepening voice still sounded scratchy, his throat raw and aching yet miles beyond the infirmary.
âIâm happy to hear that! Hey, so theres something I wanted to ask-â
âAttention homeroom, class is about to begin. Everyone, stop talking and take your seats!â Entering at top speed Iida stood before the podium, silencing the question.Â
âWe can talk during lunch.â With a shaky grin Midoriya agreed, though his questions boiled, just below the surface, threatening to overflow.
âMorning class.â Muffled through layers of bandages Mr. Aizawa stood within the doorway, much to everyone's shock. As chatter picked up regarding his well being, it was quickly squandered by their teachers' unwavering stoicism. âWhatâs more important is your fight isn't over yet. The UA sports festival is about to start.â
Overflowing with excitement the teens all congregated on their shared aspiration for their upcoming performances. The questions brewing were almost forgotten within his own enthusiasm, yet as the bell rang for lunch his bustling curiosity repopulated.
âYou guys go on ahead, weâll meet you there!â Dismissing Uraraka and Iida the hallways cleared around the two aspiring heroes.
âMidoriya, you said you had something you wanted to ask me?â
Now alone standing before his friend, the boy fidgeted with the strap of his backpack, unable to maintain eye contact. Though he was curious, a part of him knew this was a touchy subject. One that could potentially change his classmates' life.
âHey, is everything okay? You look really nervous. You know you can talk to me right?â His blatantly nerve stricken friend seemingly shrunk beneath him, trembling within his presence, and unable to meet his gaze. âIf this is about the villain's attack? Don't worry about it! You did everything you could!â
âNoâŚitâs not that.â Steadying his breaths and gathering himself, Izuku attempted to relax his tense body. If he was going to ask the one profound question that had been weighing him down, he must first present and validate his evidence behind it.
âYou said your mom used to be a hero right?âÂ
âUh yeah, she used to be a sidekick.âÂ
âAnd you said that she was hurt when you were younger, in America?â
âYeah?â Worried confusion grew within Akeno, now it was he who shrunk beneath the other.Â
âHow⌠how old were you when that happened?â
âAround four. Izuku, why are you asking me all this?â Fretted lines drew between furrowed brows and down turned lips. Each question sent the young man further into perplexity. âWhat does my mom have to do with anything?âÂ
Slinging his backpack around and fishing within a pocket, Izuku withdrew his phone.
âThatâs just the thingâŚâ Finally, emerald met cerulean. Both gazes ardent, swimming with steeled perception. âgiven what you said about her being a hero in the past-â
âShe was just a sidekick!âÂ
âEven so, she used to be a hero here. Tracing back the history of female heroes that worked in Japan over the last thirty years with vocal quirks, filter out how many transferred to America in the last twenty and those who quit within the last decade⌠I-I found nothing b-â
âThen what was all this for!âÂ
âWait! Iâm not done!â Sighing, Akeno nodded, annoyed at the suspended anticipation gnawing at his twisted stomach. âI could not find any heroes matching that descriptionâŚalive. But I did find one that had passed and-â
âIzuku, my mother is alive! You saw her yourself. She was just here last week.âÂ
âItâs just that⌠back when we were all in the infirmary and your mom came to visit, I think I recognized her.â Quivering fingers tapped at the now alighted screen, scrolling further into its archive.Â
âYou recognized her? That's impossible, mom hasnât been back in Japan in years.âÂ
The world fell silent.
Revealed from a turned phone screen, a single photo sent Akenoâs world crumbling.Â
âItâs hard to tell since sheâs wearing a mask, but doesnât she look a lot like this hero? Her name was S-Â
âNo.âÂ
âB-â
âNo. That is not my mother Izuku. I donât know what you think youâre onto but itâs not true.â
âBut I-Wait, where are you going?â Thunderous footsteps blazed past the baffled boy, heading down the hallway to hopefully catch the last minutes of lunch. Refraining from following, Izuku feared he had made his friend uncomfortable. All he wanted to know was if it was possible. Perhaps his assumptions were wrong after all.
âIt canât be true. That picture has to be fake. It has to be.â
Silenced for the remainder of the day, Akenoâs mind drowned within its thoughts.Â
Far too scared to approach for fear of worsening the situation, Izuku allowed his classmate space.Â
The final bell rang, signaling the end of the day. As students flooded the hallways ready to be home Izuku was once again pulled aside by his mentor. Exchanging pleasantries and pouring two cups of tea, Toshinori sat rigid before his pupil. Shaking hands curled into the excess fabric of his suit as words struggled to form.
âYoung Midoriya, thereâs something I must ask of you. Though I hope you donât find it too weird.âÂ
âOf course All Might, what is it?â The boy's demeanor starkly contrasted the older man's gloom; his apprentice's charisma almost made him cringe.Â
âI-Iâve been meaning to ask,â Sucking in air through gritted teeth he almost recanted his curiosity though burning desire for the truth propelled the notion. âWhat do you know about Akenoâs mother?â
Emerald hues widened.
âActually that's something I wanted to talk to you about as well. Did you happen to see her while in the infirmary?âÂ
âNo, I⌠I didnât.â A sense of confusion clouded over once sharpened instincts.
âI couldâve sworn I was going to try and talk to herâŚBut then I⌠Fell asleep?â Â
âI know you spoke to her, who was she? Have you seen her before?â Â
âThatâs the thing, she looked vaguely familiar to me. I thought I figured out where Iâd seen her before but when I tried to talk to Akeno about it, he didnât agree. Now looking back at it, I don't think my assumption was right either, itâs too far-fetched.âÂ
âWhat was your assumption?â
âItâŚIt was nothing, I really donât think it could be who I originally thought. It wouldnât make sense.â Refraining from showing his mentor the photo or divulging in his theory after reading more about Siren and her untimely demise, If he was wrong about this theory then telling All Might could upset him, especially if they were close.
âBut, Akeno has told me a lot about her so maybe you could figure it out?âÂ
Besides, surely if All Might actually knew this hero and if all the information he was about to give matched, he would tell him. Right?Â
âWhat has he said?â
Recalling every scrap of information to his mentor, Toshinori's thin brows drew together, thick wrinkled lines of contemplation forming the further he recalled.Â
âDoes that remind you of anyone?â
âI⌠I donât think so, sorry.â In reality the inner workings of Yagiâs mind went into overdrive, cogs grinding and turning with recollection.Â
âIt canât be. Rationalize. Itâs surely all just a coincidence⌠All a coincidenceâŚIt has to be. SheâsâŚsheâs deadâŚâ
His feeble attempts to sooth his rampaging mind were not boding well, buckling with each new piece of information. Pushing them back was becoming overpowering.
Sighing in defeat Izuku came to the conclusion that his theory had in fact been incorrect, a simple fairytale that his fanboy mind had concocted.Â
âIt was just a theory.â
âDonât worry about it, whoever she is, if itâs important I'm sure weâll figure it out. Besides, you should be focusing on the sports festival!â Redirecting his pupils' attention as a way to forfeit his mind's own psychosis and dissipate the defeated look upon Midoriyaâs face he pushed them back to the matter at hand.Â
âThat kid could be your clone ya know.â Midnight laughed, the two sat alone within the teachers lounge, wrapping up the day's paperwork. Typically Midnight would talk about her day or problems while Toshinori only nodded, occasionally adding very little to the conversation. However today's topic of discussion had landed on the sports festival and their predictions on how it would go. Going down the roster of both 1A and 1B this one off comment seized his full attention.Â
The thoughts that had been plaguing him over the mystery that was Akeno and his origins resurfaced. It had been less than three weeks since his chat with Midoriya, ever since his mind had been spinning its wheels, desperate to find traction.
âYeah no kidding, kid looks just like meâ He attempted to play the comment off with a chuckle, however it struggled to come off genuine, the light quiver in his tone gave away his unease. In an effort to sooth rattled nerves a hand rubbed at the back of his sweat slicked neck.Â
âAll Might!?â Midnightâs voice had raised in pitch, both eyebrows up in suspicion under her mask. âDo you have a secret child?â She practically yelled this question, voice high in excitement. Steam couldâve piped out of his ears and a thick haggard cough of blood spurted from his mouth at her brazenness.
âNO! Not that I know of.â His hands flew up in defense.
âThat you know of?! So itâs possible!â She laughed âHow promiscuous of you Toshinori.â
âNemuri please, there is no way that kid could be mine. I havenâtâŚâ He trailed off thinking back to the last heâd been active. It was with you. After all these years he had not found it within himself to seek out a new lover. Not that it was not offered to him, as All Might women practically threw themselves at him. He simply had no desire to, no want for sexual or romantic intimacy with anyone ever again. Sure there were nights when he felt lonely and craved affection but the mere thought of receiving it from anyone else made his skin crawl. Besides, he had learned from you that bringing anyone into his life, his personal life, was dangerous. For both himself and them.
âItâs beenâŚawhileâ
â Common All Might, it canât be that long. Youâre a bit older but youâve still got game! Tell me how long. I have to know now!â
He pondered her question. Then counted back the years in his head, sixteenâŚÂ
âWait, how old is this kid? Heâs in young Midoriyaâs class so he must beâÂ
OH.
He coughed, his mind ablaze with thoughts. A splatter of blood coated his hand, gasping for air, violent hacks surged through him. The seductive hero passed him a cup of water, with a few forced sips the fit subsided.Â
âTwentyâ he lied through his teeth, revealing too much could lead her to the same conclusion. Midnightâs mouth hung open her eyes wide.
âTWENTY? What a travesty! Absolutely appalling! How can you go on without the touch of another?âÂ
âLook, I'm not too comfortable discussing this. Can we please pick another topic?â Toshinori felt as if his whole world was spinning upside down. The train of thought he had tried so desperately to derail steamed down the tracks, now full speed ahead, barreling into a brick wall of realization.
The kid matched the age gap.
He was the spitting image of him.
He had your exact same quirk.
Given all the information Midoriya had told him earlier he was born in America, however his mother was originally from Japan.
âThat's where you moved after the break up.â
The boy's whole reason for being a hero was in his mothers honor who was attacked by a villain when he was young.Â
âDeducting the years from the time you were âkilledâ would put him around 3-4, far too young to remember crucial details yet aware of the situation.â
Too many âcoincidencesâ. Too many dots connected. Yet the one gaping hole in this whole theory revolved around one central point;Â
âHis mother is alive, you are not.â So he thought.Â
He needed answers.Â
Now.
Sneaking into the gyms locker room to most would be seen as nothing short of creepy and perverse, yet driven by the need for mediation All Might proceeded. Scrounging through every cubby until finally reaching the quarry. Unsurprisingly, as most teenage boys did, Akeno had not washed his pullover after their last training exercise. Pillaging the uniform he examined it carefully until his target was acquired, a singular piece of golden hair pinched between his finger tips.Â
âTsukauchi, I have a favor to ask. It's urgent.â
Two strands of blonde hair sealed safely into ziplock bags were handed off to the detective.Â
As the hours ticked by awaiting results Yagiâs mind spiraled further, the facts at hand repeating themselves forwards and back until the jingle of his phone broke the cycle.
âYagi, I have the results for the samples you gave me. It wasnât easy convincing the lab to run it without prior authorization and on such short notice but since itâs for you, we managed to pull a few strings.â Toshinoriâs heartbeat thundered into his ear, threatening to overshadow the man's words.Â
âItâs a 50% match. Theyâre either parent and child or siblings.âÂ
âParent and child.â
âYagi? You there-â
Hanging up, there was only one person he wanted to speak to right now.Â
âDavid. Tell me the truth.âÂ
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Rendezvous Chapter 5 (Side Story)
Summary: It has been a couple of weeks since Sylus found you and your daughter. One night, she had a nightmare about the book she read in his library.
A/N: Thank you so much for reading this series! This is a very short side story inspired by the latest Sylus update (that I'm still trying to move on from lol)
Tags: nightmares and comfort, death mentioned, MC is a mother, and Sylus and her have a daughter!, angsty if you knew about the context, Sylus is a girl dad hands down
You and Sylus are arranging the master bedroom. Itâs been a couple of weeks since you and your daughter returned to N109 Zone. You seemed to notice that Sylus was a bit clingy, but it's valid as he lost you two for years. You are still insisting on using the guest room since your daughter is there.
âYou are still going to sleep here, no objections, kitten,â he said as he opened the door. âWh- I didnât even say anything!â you said. You are in bliss being reunited with him, but it's been a long time. Youâre still not adjusted to being back to the dim environment again. âBut you were thinking it,â he said. You sighed, he can read your mind like an open book, or probably this is from your resonance with him. âDonât worry, our daughter will take the guest bedroom, it has more furniture now, like a bookshelf,â he said. âI⌠I didnât expect you to be this prepared,â you said. He hummed. âI had just to confirm, as I said, I believed you two were alright, but the search took a while,â he said. You kneeled to arrange your clothes, you took a peek at Sylus, he seemed to look restless as if something was bugging his mind.
âSylus, hey,â you said. He looked at you and then you patted the space beside you, motioning him to sit beside you on the carpet floor. He did follow but was a bit spaced out. âYou are worried about me and our daughter, arenât you?â you said.
âI didnât even say anything,â he replied and smiled, returning what you had said earlier. You pouted and he hummed. He looked more solemn but conflicted. âI wanted you two to stay here, but it might be too much for our daughter,â Sylus said. âShe enjoyed being in the grasslands, with flowers and fresh wind. If you two decided to live in Linkon, I would accept it,â he said. You blinked and smiled, he was being very considerate. His fatherly traits are showing so easily. Having to sacrifice just for their sake, you knew Sylus had to stay in N109 Zone, where it is his jurisdiction. Sylus living in Linkon City would pose a lot of risks. âIâm alright in both worlds, Iâm used to getting back and forth,â you smiled. âThis is a rare case of seeing you getting worried,â you followed. Sylus smiled and looked away. âYeah, Iâm worried, kitten. We are talking about our daughter,â he said softly. You held his hand, and despite his calm demeanor, you could tell he was thinking a lot since departing from the grasslands. âShe is fine, I mean look, she is in the library again reading a book,â you reasoned. âShe seemed engrossed in it since we arrived here,â
âShe is reading a tale about a dragon,â Sylus said. âA story where a mortal is being sent to be eaten by the dragon, but both were enthralled and fell in love,â he explained. âThat series was advanced for her, it seemed she reads a lot,â
You nodded. âBesides hanging out with the warriors, she reads whatever books she can find. Thereâs not much since the tribe is moving a lot, but the warriors often bring some for her whenever they trade in the city,â you smiled. âAlso a story about a dragon? Never thought youâd be reading fantasy stories,â Sylus crossed his arms. âThe story is⌠Interesting,â he said. âIt was a best seller multiple times. Though, Iâm unsure how she will react in the ending,â you blinked. âWhat do you mean? Is it a bad ending?â Sylus looked solemnly in the direction of the library.
âIt was a tragedy,â
Sylus just finished reading a book and walking in the hallways to return it to his bookshelf. He heard a faint murmur, a sob. He walked closer to the tentative source, your daughterâs room. He instantly gets worried as he softly knocks on the door.
âHey, are you alright?â Sylus asked.
He could hear her quiet sniffle. " Iâm okay,â his daughter answered.
âI am going in, okay,â Sylus said before opening the door. His heart breaks a little when he sees his daughter shed a few tears. He knows his daughter is mature at her age, but she is always his baby. Sylus walked relaxed as he kneeled in front of her. She is trying to wipe her tears away, but he breathes in as he stops her and does it himself.
âNow, whatâs wrong, sweetie?â he said in a low, gentle voice. He waited patiently for his daughter to calm down more and speak.
âI had⌠I had a nightmare,â The little girl said in a hoarse voice. There was silence before Sylus stood up and sat beside her bed. Her daughter scooted a bit to give him space. He patted her head for comfort. âThat is unfortunate indeed,â he said. Sylus noticed the last book of the fantasy story on her side table. âWas it about the dragon?â he asked. The daughter nodded, Sylus was surprised when she suddenly hugged his waist. This was the first time she was opening up to him. He smiled as his arm went around her to soothe her. âWhat happened with the dragon?â he asked eagerly, maybe to get it out of her system. âI finished the book⌠The dragon died,â she said. âIt is weird. In my dream, you were the dragon⌠And Mama was the human girl.â Sylus was surprised then quickly masked back to being concerned. âIâm sorry⌠I didnât tell you that the book was very advanced for your age. I wanted to warn you about the ending, but I donât want to ruin your enjoyment,â he said. The little girl shook her head. âItâs okay, I read many books, but I like the story. Iâm just sad that the dragon died,â Sylus smiled, she still has so much innocence in the world. He wants to keep and protect it as it is, but life is changing when she gets older. âMama said her dragon is gone⌠It felt too realâŚâ Her hug around his waist goes tighter. âI donât want Papa to leave us,â she said. He blinked, realizing why she was crying. His heart ached at the thought his daughter mustâve felt lonely that she only knew her mother and had lingering thoughts about where her father may be. His arms went around her for a warm embrace. âI will not, I promise. That is only a nightmare, nothing more,â he whispered. âLike the dragon, I have found my precious treasures, I will not lose them ever again, and I will fight and survive for them,â the little girl sniffed and nodded. Sylus goes from reckless to tactical in between in his everyday life. Still, his protectiveness supersedes whenever it involves his beloved and daughter like a dragon coiling his body around his rare treasures.
There was a comfortable silence between the two, as her crying subsided, and was a bit cheered up by her fatherâs comfort. âPapa,â she said. Sylus hummed. The word is still foreign to him like it is a privilege for his daughter to call him that. He cherishes it every time. âWould there be a happy ending for them? Maybe I can ask the author?â she released her embrace to him and moved to get the book. âThe name is only Crow⌠Huh? What kind of name is that?â she said, surprised. âIt is a pseudonym, sweetie, it's their alternate name to hide their true identity,â Sylus answered. âOh⌠I wanted to ask himâŚâ she said sadly. Sylus looked at her and then nodded shortly. âAlright, I can try to call him,â he said. âReally?!â the daughter said, surprised. âYes, he is very private, but maybe I can get the message across,â he smiled at her. âThank you!â she squealed, putting the book down and hugging him again. He smiled more as he hugged back. âSince you finished reading it, besides the ending, what do you think of the dragon and the girl?â Sylus asked. His daughter pondered but was a bit excited. âThe dragon was really mean, then he went softie to the girl!â she rambled, making Sylus amused. âThe girl is a fighter too, like him! A-and when she placed flowers on his head!â she smiled, making him do the same, as she smiles like you. âI hope that the dragon and the girl meet againâŚâ The little girl said as she leaned on him.
âWhat are you doing?â you said as you tried to peek from behind but his shoulders were too wide. Recently, Sylus has been busy in his study room. He always strictly says no disturbance to everyone, even to you and your daughter. Your daughter is respectful of it, especially since she is part Sylus, she always wants her quiet time. You, on the other hand, are not, so it is a challenge accepted.
âI told you to not disturb me for two hours, kitten,â he said as he was typing on his laptop. Beside him is a pile of books. You looked at it closer, moving to see the book cover.
âOh, this is that fantasy book our daughter liked,â you said. You squinted your eyes to see the author's name.
âCrow? Why is that name so familiar?â you whispered then realized something. âWait! YOUâRE CR-â
Dark mists enveloped you, making you squeak as you flew onto his lap. Sylus glared at you. âStop, or she might hear us,â he said sternly. You were confused at first, then remembered where you saw the book in the first place. âOh,â You remembered how you teased him about having a fantasy story on his bookshelf and now realized why it was there. He grabbed the first book of the series and gave it to you with a smug look. âShe⌠She was reading your books⌠Since when did you become an author?â you whispered. âYou are often too busy to do such things-â You flipped the pages and saw the first book was published five years ago, the year when⌠Oh.
Sylus gazed at you as he pulled you closer. âYou can start reading the books, sweetie,â he said. âSo you can catch up until the new one launches,â
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Here's a drawing of keys I just did:
Rant about my art block & mental health under the cut:
I've been battling an intense art block for more than a year and a half, and It's been draining. Drawing used to be my top priority, what I did every day, every time I was bored, but things have changed so much since then. First of all, I'm not 13 anymore, I've discovered some things about me, including my love for writing, which has been what I sort of 'replaced' drawing with.
My mental health was already not the best at the time, but this past year, it has just been horrible, and it keeps getting worse as the world and my life are seemingly just collapsing.
I am sick and tired, and I want to do something about it, that's why this past 2 weeks I've been picking up graphite pencils again and drawing the stuff I've always loved to draw: intricate little objects and scenery. I've been taking care of myself, I've been journaling and drinking enough water and talking to my friends and sleeping as much as I should.
Tomorrow school starts again and I won't be in the safe little haven of my room, I'll have to go out and keep up with the stress and expectations of school on top of the noise there overwhelming me all the time. This time, I'll try to ask for help when I need it, I'll try to be the best version of myself, I'll try to keep up and stay focused, stay motivated, stay somewhat afloat until the year ends and I go to high school, away from the people creating the toxic environment I am in right now.
Thanks for reading that if you did! I just needed to get it all out of my system, but yeah, I've been drawing again recently, and I might post it on here. Who knows! Have a good day/night, everyone âĄ
#my art âĄ#art#drawing#traditional art#graphite#pencil drawing#this is a girlblog#girlblogger#hell is a teenage girl#girlblogging
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Feel free to ignore! And my apologies if this counts as spoilers
I'm not really sure what the boundaries or limits or magic in this world is, but I remember reading somewhere that it isn't combat related. I would love to learn more if you have developted it âĄâ¸(ËśË áľ ËËś)â¸âĄ
Any-hoo! This is for an Io hides/downplays their magic. How would the ROS react Io mathing up a terrifying display of magic?
Sorry if my ask confuses you fhdjfbfjf it just popped into my head some minutes ago and I haven't thought it out properly
I might send send some scenarios if I can think of any, if that is alright with you!
One last thing!! I HAVE FOUND THE ART WHY ARE THEY ALL DELICIOUS SCRUMPTIOUS BEAUTY'S?!?!?!??!?+?+?+?!?!?!!?!?!? I LOVE THEM SO MUCH???????!! PRETTYYYYYYYYYYYYY
Whoever drew them deserves the perfect pillow temperature, the perfect sleep position, the best meal in history, good texture of food, a loving chew toy, a warm nest to return to after a long day, and so so much more!!!!
I'm very sorry for the ridiculously long ask, please have a good day/night and wonderful sleep! Your game and blog has healed a dark patch of my soul and made me smile on late stormy nights..
Remember to drink water!
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hiiii :)
you could use Magic for combat, but it's not that effective on its own. Definitely better as a supplement (traps, distractions, moving objects, etc) to a real weapon. also, the only people who typically use Magic are priestesses, who aren't gonna be getting into fights anyway. Saints are the only real exception
anyway since you can show off your Magic skills to Klaus and Ira in game, here's the others:
Connie: needs to do some reevaluating, since they've probably never really considered that Io could actually be dangerous, or worse, competent (lol)
Val: immediately on the verge of a panic attack. begs Io to stop under thr guise of safety and staying under the radar. Val does Not Like That Shit, especially when it's an Io that doesn't do it often, meaning Vals not as used to it
kat: heehee do it again <3 also just a huge fan of Io having hidden depths, always something to surprise her
also if you mean the art I posted, it's me I'm the artist :3
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