#it was just something she gave me temporarily to see if i reacted in a way that would confirm the diagnosis
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My fiance and I are trying to start an exercise routine to get into better shape now that (after eleven years) I finally have answers to What Makes Everything Hurt and How To Make It Not Do That, and it got me thinking about what could have been if I had just had any doctor listen to me when I was in my twenties.
I have never been stick thin--even at my healthiest, I was built like an ox--but I used to bike six miles a day, five days a week. I went to a pilates class M/T/F. I swam laps twice a week if I could manage to fit in the time. I worked a job that was very physically demanding. But I wasn't stick thin, so when I suddenly started having such severe pain I couldn't do anything, it was always blamed on my weight. ALWAYS blamed on my weight. I had a doctor trick me into taking phentermine when I complained about my fatigue, and I only found out what it really was when I came back and he lamented that I hadn't lost weight.
I was literally in so much pain that I had my brother bring a futon mattress down to the living room because I didn't have the wherewithal to make it up the stairs to my room to go to bed. That sudden of a change after being extremely physically active. And they still blamed my fucking weight.
It wasn't until I was in my thirties and started having heart issues that anyone told me anything aside from "lose some weight" and "take an anxiety pill." I found one doctor who didn't immediately blame everything on my weight, and they slapped me with a Zio monitor after the fifteenth time I ended up in the ER for almost blacking out while changing clothes or what-the-fuck-ever, and that led to blood tests and specialists and wow, did you know that I actually have a laundry list of health problems?
Like my thyroid doesn't work right? I have PCOS and a condition that fucks up my hormones and makes me more at-risk for uterine cancer? Did you know that I have an irregular heartbeat because my thyroid was ignored for so long? And that I inherited my dad's fucking psoriatic arthritis that I have been telling doctors about for years but they said I was too young to have it and I just needed to lose weight?
And I got really emotional in the shower earlier because all I could think of is all the years of pain that would have been missed and how much more capable I'd be and how much permanent damage could have been avoided if the very first doctor I went to didn't blame everything on my weight and ignore every fucking thing I said. Because now I can finally wear my favorite shoes again because my ankles aren't swollen so big that I can't zip my boots up (the arthritis did that!) and I am trying to get back into shape (carefully, because the heart thing!) and I'm just very, very mad thinking about all the things I haven't done just because I hurt so bad, for legitimate I Am Fucking Sick reasons, and everyone just said, "You're fat. That's why."
If anyone ever tries to tell you that all your problems are because of your weight, you should fucking kick them in the face.
#kogoramble#additionally i got very emotional when my rheumatologist put me on a round of meds that made the pain dull significantly#and i walked multiple miles as often as i can and went traipsing through the park and exploring#and swimming and hiking and and and#and it was magical to see what life could have been like if somebody had just listened to me!!!#unfortunately it's not a medicine i could take long term#it was just something she gave me temporarily to see if i reacted in a way that would confirm the diagnosis#and now i'm on a much slower acting one#but dear god#sometimes i think about how good i felt for those three weeks and I fucking cry#i could have had that all along
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The Caged Tiger | Part 8
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CW: dehumanization, noncon body mod, gaslighting, mild body horror (mostly for tigers, I guess?), Ozmund doing what he does best
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Rather than leading Ash to the laboratory as he always does, Ozmund instead leads him through labyrinthine hallways and passages. Though heâs been cleaned and healed with a quick flourish of magic, his clothes hadnât been returned; even so, heâs past the point of caring.
Finally, they reach an ornate oak door. With a snap of Ozmundâs fingers, symbols etched into the doorframe shine green with magic, and the door swings open to a chaotic, overflowing study. Ash recognizes an anatomical sketch on a chalkboardâitâs his body. In a far corner, shoved beneath piles of books, he also catches a glimpse of his traveling bag. At one time, he would have yearned for the contents of that bag, but now . . . he barely registers its existence.
âIâve been saving this for just the right occasion,â Ozmund says to Owen as he rummages through his belongings to retrieve a bronze box. He opens it for Owen to admire, but Ash canât see inside. âGo fetch a chair, Bubbles.â
âWhat? Why me?â Owen whines. âAnd quit calling me that.â
Ozmund waves him off as he rolls up his sleeves. âI had to reassign Faye somewhere else for now. She was getting too . . . attached. It seems she thinks of him like a pet. So, congratulations.â He claps Owen on the back. âYouâve been promoted to my assistantâtemporarily, at least. The chair, if you please.â
Scoffing, Owen retreats from the study. Ash stands still just inside the doorway, his eyes fixed on the floor. The rumble of noise usually present in his mind has fallen silent, replaced now with only Ozmundâs cheerful hum as he flits about the room. Itâs strange to see Ozmund like thisânearly every interaction he and Ash have ever had was marred with anger and tension; Ash has never seen him in his normal, natural state. Is this the Ozmund Evius fell in love with?
As Ozmund buzzes from bookshelf to bookshelf, stopping only to remove a thick disheveled journal, Owen returns. He drags a hard-backed wooden chair behind him, parking it in the middle of the room directly under the exquisite chandelier.
âPerfect,â Ozmund says, chuckling slightly to himself. âMaybe youâre not so useless after all.â He steers Ash by the shoulder, sitting him down backwards in the chair. Ash can hear the scraping of Ozmundâs chair settling behind him; the journal is cracked open and laid out on a table to their side, the open bronze box set neatly beside it.
âThink of this as a gift, Ash,â Ozmund continues, his hand now pressed on Ashâs back. âThis magic is rare, expensive, and difficultâand Iâm giving it to you. A reward, for your loyalty.â
For me? Did I really earn thisâwhatever it is? Should I be grateful? The thoughts tumble around Ashâs mind, folding and unfolding on one another in a lethargic dance.
Ash can feel something cold and sharp against his skin, followed by a tingling of energy from Ozmundâs magic. âThis will not be pleasant, though,â he warns Ash, pressing the needle into Ashâs flesh.
In a matter of seconds, thousands of pinpricks erupt across his body. Like a line of fire ants marching across his skin, every inch of his back begins to burn. The pain is intense, flowing from his spine to his limbs and back again, but he doesnât react. It hurts, but heâs been through worse. It hurts, but whatâs the point in fighting it? It hurts, but is that just part of the reward?
For the several hours it takes to finish the spell, Ash slumps still and stoic against the back of the chair. No chains, no restraints; his will to fight is broken beyond repair. From his vantage point in the middle of the room, he can easily see his bag. His sending stone should be in there. His clothes, his books, the cloak Evius gave him . . . He waits for these thoughts to stir any feelings, but heâs just too empty.
When Ozmund is finally finished, he helps Ash to his feet and leads him to a full-length mirror in the parlor adjoining his study. For the first time in what he assumes have been months, Ash sees himself. He struggles to process the image before himâis this really me? His hand instinctively runs through his hair, now so much shorter than heâs ever kept it. Dozens of new scars criss-cross his skin: a slash down his face; burns on his arms, legs, and neck; and gashes of every shape and size scattered throughout. His figure seems different, too, in more subtle ways. Perhaps his muscles are more pronounced than before, or perhaps his posture has changed from months of cramped conditions and humiliation. Heâs not sure, but his body no longer feels quite like it belongs to him anymore. Most striking of all, however, is Ozmundâs gift.
âI always liked you better with stripes,â Ozmund muses.
Tattooed all over Ashâs body is a brand new pelt of stripes. Itâs a crude caricature of the ones he was born with, made from bits and pieces of other tigersâ markings mangled and stitched together. He recognizes many of these portionsâKitaraâs face, Ninoâs legs, Gregorâs back. Melding the three are nonsensical patterns Ozmund must have made himself. Sure, to the untrained eye, he does look an awful lot like a tiger, but to him . . . He truly is an abomination now.
âYou donât have to thank me.â Ozmund disrupts his trance, and he is suddenly pulled back into reality. And the reality is: this gift is truly generous. Eviusâ magical tattoo makes him nearly untouchable, and it did indeed cost him a small fortune. To be given such a boon, for free? Ashâs cheeks twitch into a strained smile, and he ducks his head in a gesture of appreciation. âNow thereâs a good lad,â Oz praises, replacing the metal collar back on his neck. âI think things shall be a bit different around here from now on, donât you?â
That night, his dinner is back to its usual contents of meat and stew rather than just broth. Heâs even given a mug to scoop his water out of the trough.
#gregor is ash's father btw#whump#whump writing#dnd whump#male whumpee#male whumper#broken whumpee#mute whumpee#tw noncon body mod#tw needles#the caged tiger#whumpblr#rublewriting#tigerverse
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Chapter Six: Did You Miss Me, Jagiya?
Summary: Kang Hyunyul has had a good life since he left the Jindo gang. But when he finds out that Do Jin is going to be temporarily released, he's stressed and the return of an old flame triggers familiar feelings and with them, the old memories of the only real thing of his complicated past. All while she was saving his life, literally putting her life on the line. Chapter Summary: Hyunyul confronts Sujin after he finds her in a dangerous situation, and decides to help her, but only as a friend.
Warnings: Violence, injuries, tell me in the comments if I missed something A/N: Lmao sorry for the delay, y'all. Thanks for waiting. Also I think I forgot to mention that all characters are now aged up.
"Look. I told your boss when I started paying back the money, I can only give you what I have. This is what I have right now."
Sujin looked at the two men in front of her with boredom in her eyes, knowing what was coming. Their boss didn't know, nor did she think telling her would make any difference. Especially when it's just in an alleyway behind the cafe.
The man on the right swung his fist, connecting with her face for the third time that month. Being the daughter of a sick, secretly gambling woman doesn't really bring trust to her name, prompting them to come by every week, instead of every month.
She took their kicks and stomps, staying as silent as she could. It made her ashamed, knowing that she couldn't fight back.
"Hey! What the hell do you think you're doing?"
The yell finally made her react, lifting her head to look back at Hyunyul, who was standing proudly with his hands fisted on his sides. He crossed the distance in a few strides, first hauling Sujin up and then looking at the guys furiously. Sujin was a bit surprised to see that he had her stand behind him so that she was protected.
It made her heart do things that seemed forbidden to her.
"She owes our boss money," one of the guys said. "A lot of money."
Hyunyul looked back at her to confirm the fact and Sujin only nodded absentmindedly.
"How much does she owe this month?" He asked. Both of them smirked. "We collect the money weekly."
He just huffed angrily at that, rolling his eyes. "How much does she owe you this week?"
As soon as they gave him the number, he took his wallet out. Sujin immediately grabbed his arm. "What are you doing?"
"Paying them," he replied plainly, getting a few bills out of his wallet.
"No, no. You don't need to waste money like this, put it back."
"I'm not letting you get beat up. So there's two choices. Either I pay them, or I beat them up and have their boss come after me."
Sujin didn't have an argument for that, so just she let go of his arm and stood there awkwardly.
After they were gone, he turned, his eyes scanning her injuries.
"Do you have a first aid kit in your cafe?" He asked.
She shook her head. "There's one in my house. It's fine though, I'll be fine. We can go in and you can order."
He shook his head and burrowed his hands in his pockets. "Your wounds need to be taken care of. And I needed to talk to you anyway, so let's go."
She opened her mouth to argue but he just gave her a glare, prompting her to turn around silently and lead the way.
Her house was just above the cafe, and she heard Hyunyul suck in a breath when he saw the mess inside.
She brought the first aid kit and opened it, but he took it from her and gestured to sit down on the couch.
"I can do it myself," she muttered as she sat down.
"Just stay still," he said, exasperation lacing his voice. He poured some antiseptic into a cotton ball and pressed it to her cheek gently. His other hand framed the other side of her face, his thumb stroking her cheek. He probably didn't even know he was doing it.
It was still nice though, having someone care for her.
He leaned forward a bit to blow on the wound, to soothe the burn, and she found herself inhaling the scent of his shampoo. For some reason, it calmed her down, but also drove her heart to beat like crazy.
He shifted slightly closer, his knees hitting hers, urging her to let out a small ouch! It also made her part her knees so that it didn't happen again.
It reminded her of old days too, when they used to just sit around and bicker. It had usually ended with them in bed.
"So. You've started borrowing money too, huh?" He asked, stopping the slideshow of memories in her mind.
"It's not all on me," she replied. "More than half of it is my mother's debt."
He hummed thoughtfully, sticking a band aid on the wound. "Are you hurt anywhere else?"
"Just bruises," she said, batting a hand.
It had always been like this, hadn't it? They'd be mean to each other, but they'd have each other's backs. And then, if they got into a fight, they'd tend to each other's wounds. And then it'd all repeat.
"Good times," she murmured, her hand going to the spot just below her elbow.
He noticed and immediately clutched her arm, lifting it to see a big cut and giving her a glare.
"What?" she asked softly. He just shook his head in disappointment and continued his work.
Hyunyul sat back after he was done, staring at her face. The question had started to burn in his throat. But he still swallowed it for the second time that day.
"How much money do you owe them?" He asked. She shook her head in protest and waved her arms at him.
"I don't need you to help me, Hyunyul," she said, rubbing the back of her neck.
"You're going to die, if you keep at it like this," he asserted.
"I'll be fine," she countered.
"Damn it. Just accept it, will you? Even the all-knowing, problem-solving Jang Sujin needs help sometimes. There's nothing bad about it."
She gave him a confused look. "What are you doing?"
"What do you mean, what am I doing?" he asked back incredulously.
"No, like... you hate me, right?" she asked casually.
He felt the shock travel in his veins. Where had she gotten that idea?
That night, you idiot.
"No," he insisted. "I was close to, but I don't."
She tilted her head suspiciously, before shaking it, seemingly deciding something.
"Forget it. Whatever. No, thanks."
She stood up and he followed, grabbing her wrist softly and stopping her. She looked at their hands and then at him, her face blank.
"Did you help the police catch Dojin?" he blurted out.
Her expression changed immediately, her earthy brown eyes flashing with surprise, as her mouth opened to spew out what he knew would be a perfect lie.
"Don't lie," he pleaded, the dread and regret that he'd been feeling only increasing tenfold. "The truth. Please."
She sucked in a deep breath, her other hand pushing her hair back. "Yeah."
He cursed under his breath, letting go of her. He was angry at her for nothing. He should've known. Damn it.
"Hey," she called out, giving him a withering look. "Stop. I wanted you to not know."
"Yeah. Yeah, you always do, don't you? Damn it, Sujin. D'you know what Dojin will do if he actually figures it out? He tried to kill me just because he thought I got him caught."
She muttered something under her breath. "Ugh, whatever. I'm tired of hearing that again and again."
"Because it's an actual possibility!" he yelled, unable to hide his panic.
"So what?" she yelled back. "Do you want me to live in fear or something? Because that's just stupid."
That shut Hyunyul up. "If he doesn't break out, he'll just serve his time and then get out," she explained. "If not now, then later. That sword's always going to be hanging over my head. I can't sit around waiting for it to fall."
He let out a frustrated sigh as he pinched the bridge of his nose, knowing she was right. "Fine. At least let me help."
"No. I'm not letting you waste money-"
"I'm not going to be wasting money, Sujin. I'm going to be helping a friend."
Her eyes widened at that as she pressed her lips together, probably to hide a smile.
"Friends?" She asked hopefully.
Hyunyul only shrugged sheepishly. "Y'know. We were friends before... all of it."
And so, they had a deal, but something they didn't know was that things were going to get complicated again.
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Sick Boyfriend the Cat Lover 4
DrugFriend: OK. Time to call the pet shop to see if they're open. *dials them* Hello, you guys open? Wha - What do you mean you're too busy to talk to me? That's ludicrous! OK, I'll talk to you later. *hangs up* Well, I'm crap outta luck.
He then had an idea
DrugFriend: Oh! What if I took you back to your original owner! That'll keep ya outta my hair. đ
Mrs Snickers: Meow?
DrugFriend: I'm sure it'll be fine, Mrs Snickers. You'll live without Sick Boyfriend for a few months. Come on. Let's get you back to your previous owner so she can temporarily take good care of you.
He picked her up and carried her outside. Sick Boyfriend was having his afternoon nap, and didn't notice the door open and close. DrugFriend knocked on the door of his friends Headquarters.
PonyCentral: May I help you? Oh, DrugFriend. Good to see you, Buddy. đ
DrugFriend: Oh. Hey, Kayleigh. Listen, do you mind looking after Mrs Snickers? đ
PonyCentral: *gapss* Oh my goodness. Of course I'll look after her. But, wait a minute. Won't Sick Boyfriend notice that Mrs Snickers isn't at yours and his house? He'd be deeply upset. đ
DrugFriend: I'm sure it'll be fine. Bye, Mrs Snickers. See you in six months. đ
Mrs Snickers: *sad meows*
DrugFriend whistled as he walked back home. Mrs Snickers became sad, as she started crying
PonyCentral: Oh, no. Don't be upset, Mrs Snickers. I'll take good care of you.
She hugs Mrs Snickers and kisses her on the forehead, then took her back inside her HQ.
DrugFriend: *opens the door* Huh. Did I just do a good thing and gave Kayleigh something cute? Heh. Sick Boyfriend won't notice Mrs Snickers isn't here. đ
God, I wonder how Sick Boyfriend will react to Mrs Snickers not being in the house đ
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TC!dad!JK
âDADDYYYY!!!!â cheers jungkookâs youngest children while ae-cha, areum, and jawon each bow to their father with a smile on each of their faces. even though jinseol canât walk or stand, he still shows respect to his father with a bow to his head because thatâs what they are supposed to do. âgood morning, fatherâ the four oldest say including their 2 year old brother, jaehan who confusedly squats to âbowâ to his father.
âi donât know where mom went. she woke us up, gave us breakfast, then left to go do something. she didnât exactly state where she went or what she went to doâ ae-cha says but her jolly instantly switches to a worried one when she realizes her father canât find you. âis everything okay? is mom alright?â the 16 year old asks her father but before jungkook can say soothe his worried daughter, jinseoul speaks up and says âshe might be in the garden. she likes to clear her mind there and, uh, dad? when you get a chance, i need to talk to you and mom about somethingâ
jungkook nods his head and temporarily departs from his children to go and find you. you who, just as jinseoul said, is sitting in the royal garden in the same clothes from last night, hair still unruly, and jungkook is sure youâve yet to actually sleep. he wonders how long its been since youâve rested your mind and body.
when jungkook makes his presence known, you donât turn around or anything. you remain in the same cradled position with your knees to your chest and mumble a âgood morning.â
âdid you see the kids? they should be at the physicians officeâ you speak up before getting up with a stretch and heading back inside the palace. âiâm gonna go wash up, keep an eye on them for me?â you say as you walk past jungkook and if you think heâs going to let you go that easyâwell, you know heâs not going go let you to that easily. heâs trailing behind you until the both of you end up in yours and his chamber alone.
âiâm fine, really. thereâs nothing wrongâ you lie, at least thatâs what jungkook thinks so because there is something wrong with you.
âi donât want to talk about it, jungkook. i really donât. iâm pretending it never happened and so should you. letâs just focus on our kidsâ
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âBut are you really pretending though when I can see the despair in your face? I hurt you and I understand that but you need to talk about your feelings youâre always bawling up your feelings.â Jungkook crosses his arms across his chest, staring at your guilt, and a little bit of frustration.
You never talk about how youâre feeling because you know how he reacts, he is guilty for this, Jungkook sighs at your lack of response, itâs really frustrating for him when you get all silent and you push him away.
You know he doesnât like that, but right now he doesnât have the right to complain. âYn⊠come on. The kids obviously know that thereâs something going on with you and you havenât even changed your clothes and I doubt you even got any sleep..â yeah, you look like shit. He did this to you, and he is so angry at himself.
âYn⊠you should just hit me. Take out your frustrations on me because I frustrated you in the first place. I tried to kill myself right in front of you and I know thatâs triggered you. Iâm sorry but I couldnât find it in me to live when I saw our son like that.â
Jungkook tries to get closer to you, but heâs not sure if he can touch you right now because what if you snap at him and break his heart but telling him to not touch you.
âplease Iâm so sorry⊠yn I donât know how I can make it up for my immature behavior, but⊠donât do this to us.â He begs, desperation in his tone, whenever he cannot deal with his feelings, or when something doesnât go his way he wants to die.
Just like the time when he put a dagger in your hand and asked you to kill him if you were not going to marry him, but you didnât because you couldnât. That was years ago and he has still hasnât changed.
âAlso jinseoul just told me that he has something to tell us-he wants to talk to us so we need to go together, I donât know what is it gonna be this time? Honestly, I am scared.â
What kind of a bomb is jinseoul is going to drop on his parents?
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Skyline Gang. Chapter 20
Prologue: click HERE
Chapter 19: click HERE
Chapter 21: click HERE
Small A/N: again Iâm doing a little self projection on Bud from a similar experience that I had as a kid. This was also inspired by a scene from Puss In Boots: The Last Wish.
âWhatâs that, Sproutie?â Candi asked. She and the others were sat down at a table by time Dude and Bud left the living area. Rainbow had perched himself next to them. Sprout had something in his hands. It was colourful and small. It was shaped like a cylinder. Sprout was inspected it quite carelessly, even nearly dropping it at one point.
âNot sure. Just found it in a cupboard.â He muttered, shaking the cylinder a little. He suddenly spotted a small white tab. He missed it the first time he was looking due to how colourful it was. âHold on.â
Sprout pulled on the tab. Before anyone knew it, there was a thunderous bang. Whoever was at the table, immediately ducked down low on the ground. Rainbow let out a shrill yelp before he ran away. Dude and Bud covered their ears in shock and a little pain. There was this high pitched ring that took a short while to fade. It was like a confetti cannon but had so much compacted into it. Streamers, confetti and glitter was scattered all around the table and the floor. Even Candi, Mimi, Pip and Sprout were covered in it.
âSprout!â Mimi shouted, lifting her head up.
âSorry, my bad!â Sprout responded, hands in the air as his head popped up from behind the table.
âIs anybody hurt?â Dude called over, taking a few steps forward. Everyone gave a quiet, collective response of no. Temporarily deaf maybe, but nothing too serious. Honestly, it was wonder how Dawn hasnât shown up to see the commotion.
âBud? Whatâs wrong?â Candi suddenly asked. Dude spun on his heels. Bud was hunched over, hands slapped over his ears. His body was trembling like an earthquake. His breathing was erratic, seeming like he was struggling to take a breath. His eyes were clamped shut so tight, they might as well be glued shut. Dude took a step forward, but stopped the others from approaching. He wasnât fully aware as to how Bud would react.
âItâs wrong! This is all wrong! Since the start!â Bud muttered, his hands starting to grip his hair.
âBud, calm down. No one got hurt.â Mimi said calmly.
âLoud noises surprise me!â Bud wailed in response.
âReally?â Sprout whispered, glancing back at the device on the table. He hung his head in shame as Budâs words repeated in his head.
âAnd the structure has been all wrong too.â Bud muttered, seeming to ignore everything around him.
âStructure? You mean this Skyline building?â Candi asked.
âYou donât understand! None of you understand!â Bud rambled on, his knees threatening to buckle under him. âMy life has always been about routine. Every day Iâve been going through structures that are in accordance to what Iâm happy with. Iâve been fine for the first couple of days but now Iâm going into a state of overwhelming anxiety because I canât do that routine here.â
âBudâŠare you-â Dude started
â-on the autism spectrum? Yes!â Bud finished, stumbling a little. Forgetting his previous worry, Dude stepped forward. He carefully placed his hand on Budâs back, and thankfully wasnât pushed away. Pip stepped forward and started to help guide him to sit.
âBud, sit down. Slowly. Try to take deep breathes.â She spoke calmly, rubbing Budâs back in slow soothing circles. The others stepped forward a little more, but still maintained a safe distance. It was never was good idea to stress anyone more in a state like this. Dude looked around. He had an idea, but he needed someone right here, right now. His eyes scanned the surrounding area. He finally spotted Rainbow. The poor dog was shaking a little himself, tail tucked between his legs. He didnât look like he wanted to approach, but he still watched from a safe distance. No one could blame him, his hearing was just as sensitive as everyone elseâs, including Budâs.
âRainbow! Here, boy!â Dude commanded calmly. He wasnât sure if Rainbow would come near the group, but he had to try this now. Bud might not be able to clam down safely otherwise. Rainbow whined a little, but upon seeing the stressed out Bud, he immediately understood. He padded over. He sniffed Bud a little, then laid down slowly. He gently placed his head on Budâs lap. He moved slow enough to not surprise Bud. It worked for the most part. Bud sharply inhaled, but then his eyes drifted to the canine. A hand trembled as he made contact with the soft, fluffy fur. Rainbow remained still, letting his body relax as he felt the limb make contact with him. The others backed away a little, waiting for the right time to approach again. Bud started at a snailâs pace with moving his hand. After his heartbeat and breathing started to slow down, stroking Rainbow started to becoming more efficient. It was becoming more efficient as well. Budâs posture started to become more relaxed and his face sagged a little from exhaustion. No one said anything. There was still the risk of accidentally cause another meltdown. It was better to be safe than sorry in this case.
It felt like years had passed at that moment. The air finally started to feel lax. Bud continued to stroke Rainbow for a full minute. After taking a deep breath he briefly looked up at the others. However, he avoided all eye contact. He couldnât bear to look at anybody. His eyes refocused on Rainbow, the texture of the fur being his salvation. He wanted to get up and go to his room, but aside from his hand, his body wouldnât move. He was just stuck.
âSorryâŠâ he muttered, voice weak from the overstimulation.
âBud, this isnât your fault.â Dude spoke softly, cautiously kneeling down next to Bud. âIâm sorry that this hasnât been easy for you, but youâve been doing great so far.â
âThank you. But I feel like Iâm not being much help here.â Bud muttered, his voice becoming more quiet. He remembered the research that he tried to conduct, but never accomplished much. âI canât even do any puzzles on my watch to help calm me down.â
Everyone has their breaking points. Bud had just reached his. It was almost admirable with how long he had kept it in for. However, it wasnât healthy to do that, for anybody. And everyone knew that. It would explain why Bud would be so quick to hide in his room after a challenge and how absorbed he was in his work. It was his own coping mechanism. However, the stress relief had started to become stressful. Bud had no way to relax or stimulate himself in a healthy way at this point. There had to be another way to help him calm down without it being too much.
âHow about the arcade games?â Sprout offered, pointing to the area in question.
âToo noisyâŠand the lights can confuse me sometimes.â Bud muttered, shaking his head furiously.
âIs that when other people are playing around you?â Mimi asked. Bud stopped his movements and started to think a little.
âI think soâŠ?â He said after a minute.
âWhy not give the arcade a try? If itâs too much then stop.â Candi offered kindly. Bud thought about it a little more. Then he finally nodded his head. He started to move, prompting Rainbow to get off of him. Dude offered a hand, which was greatly accepted. Bud wobbled a little, legs feeling like jelly. Dude helped to steady him, and slowly started to assist with walking. He remained slow, allowing Bud to go at his own place. Rainbow walked alongside them, ready to offer a paw if Bud needed it. Sprout whispered something to Candi and took off quickly. Judging by his direction, he was going to get something to clean up the mess that he had made.
âI think Iâve got some noise cancelling headphones in my room.â Pip mentioned, standing on the other side of Rainbow. âTheyâre more effective when listening to music, but they might help a little. If you think youâll need them, donât hesitate to ask.â
âI appreciate that, Pip. Thank you.â Bud smiled shakily. Everyone else had a collective smile. It looked like things were slowly getting better. However, it all depended on Bud will do at the arcade. If things donât go well, theyâll have to think of something else. For now, theyâll just take things as they come.
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âDonât rock the boat."
Iâve been thinking about this phrase a lot lately, about how unfair it is. Because we arenât the people rocking the boat. Itâs the crazy lady jumping up and down and running side to side. Not the one sitting in the corner quietly.
At some point in her youth, Mum/MIL gave the boat a little nudge. And look how everyone jumped to steady the boat! So she does it again, and again. Soon her family is in the habit of swaying to counteract the crazy. She moves left, they move right, balance is restored (temporarily). Life goes on. People move on to boats of their own.
The boat-rocker canât survive in a boat by herself. Sheâs never had to face the consequences of her rocking. Sheâll tip over. So she finds an enabler: someone so proud of his boat-steadying skills that he secretly (or not so secretly) lives for the rocking.
The boat-rocker escalates. The boat-steadier canât manage alone, but canât let the boat tip. After all, heâs the best boat-steadier ever, and that canât be true if his boat capsizes, so therefore his boat canât capsize. How can they fix the situation?
Ballast!
And the next generation of boat-steadiers is born.
A born boat-steadier doesnât know what solid ground feels like. Heâs so used to the constant swaying that anything else feels wrong and heâll fall over. Thereâs a good chance the boat-rocker never taught him to swim either. Heâll jump at the slightest twitch like his life depends on it, because it did .
When youâre in their boat, youâre expected to help steady it. When you decline, the other boat-steadiers get resentful. Look at you, just sitting there while they do all the work! They donât see that you arenât the one making the boat rock. They might not even see the life rafts available for them to get out. All they know is that the boat canât be allowed to tip, and youâre not helping.
Now you and your partner get a boat of your own. With you not there, the balance of the boat changes. The remaining boat-steadiers have to work even harder.
While a rocking boat is most concerning to those inside, it does cause ripples. The nearby boats start to worry. Theyâre getting splashed! Somebody do something!
So the flying monkeys are dispatched. Canât you and your partner see how much better it is for everyone (else) if you just get back on the boat and keep it steady? It would make their lives so much easier.
You know what would be easier? If they all just chucked the boat rocker overboard.â
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I spent a lifetime believing that if I _didnât_ help steady the boat that I was actually a part of the problem. The message of my childhood was, âit is your job to anticipate how others will react, and if you donât itâs not fair to be mad at them for reacting in a way that hurts you.â I am learning new messages now though. And letting that shit go is transforming me. âCicero was a rebelâand so can you.â
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Torvus đ€ Carewyn
The Wizarding World overall has always had a difficult relationship with all intelligent magical creatures that were not human. Goblins were denied wand use and could often only find stable employment in the Wizarding World through working in magical banks, since the Statute of Secrecy insisted they and other magical Beings stay out of Muggle view. Werewolves were treated as second-class citizens and chased out of most solid employment once their status came to light. Elves were often reduced down to mere slaves in the households of old Pureblood families despite having magic that easily outstripped wizards in regards to power. And the list went on.
Despite this, there were amazingly quite a few such non-human creatures that ultimately helped defeat the Dark Lord Voldemort, when he sought to take over the entirety of Wizarding Britain. At the Battle of Hogwarts in particular, the Order of the Phoenix's ranks included known werewolf Remus Lupin, and it was also backed up by reinforcements such as the school's house elves and (to everyone's surprise) the centaur herd that lived in the Forbidden Forest. One of the bravest members of the herd was one of its youngest warriors -- a stern dark-haired centaur with a tanned, young adult face and a dun-colored flank named Torvus -- and after the Battle, he was bestowed many honors by both the school's professors and his herd, all of which he accepted with very understated gratitude.
Imagine the herd's surprise, therefore, when their grim, stoic hero reacted with visible excitement, in response to a well-dressed, ginger-haired human with red lipstick coming to visit the Centaur Camp after the battle.
"Carewyn!"
Torvus's voice was very low and resonant, but echoed with great warmth as he galloped up to the human. He towered over her, to the point that she was encompassed in his shadow as he trotted quickly around her, looking her over. She was smiling just as broadly as he was, even with how wide her eyes were.
"Torvus!" said Carewyn, her wide eyes bright with delight. "Merlin -- Hagrid wasn't kidding, you have grown a lot!"
"Such is typical for us centaurs," Torvus said mildly, as he continued to look her over with something like muted amusement. "You, however, seem to have only become smaller, old friend."
Carewyn gave a light scoff. "I'm exactly the height I was before, thank you. If you were too, that'd be obvious -- "
"Torvus."
Torvus looked up at the herd's second-in-command, Bane, as he approached. The large black-flanked, bearded centaur glanced from Torvus to down at Carewyn with visible disgust and disapproval.
"What is the meaning of this?" he said, his muscular arms crossed over his chest. "Did my ears actually catch you calling this human your friend?"
Torvus shifted so as to stand right behind Carewyn, bending just enough so that he cast his shadow completely over her.
"Bane, this human is Carewyn Cromwell," Torvus said very lowly. His face had become much more stoic again. "She is an old friend of our herd. Hagrid has delivered gifts from her in the past, around the Winter Solstice -- "
"Hagrid has not been a friend of the herd in many a year," Bane said very sharply.
"A fact that only came about in large part because of his protection of me."
All of the centaurs turned, to make room for another kinder-voiced one as he approached. Despite the large hoof-shaped scar stamped into his chest and his immense height, this new arrival moved with both conviction and an almost deer-like grace.
Carewyn's eyes lit up.
"Firenze!" she said, delighted.
Firenze approached Carewyn at a much more leisurely trot, but was otherwise just as warm in his welcome as Torvus. He even opened his hands to take both of hers.
"Carewyn Cromwell," the part-time Divination professor greeted her with a fond smile. "I was very pleased to see your star's trajectory shifting back towards Hogwarts, if only temporarily."
"I'm so glad you're back home with your herd again," Carewyn said earnestly.
Firenze glanced back at Bane's counterpart -- the older, dark-haired leader of the herd called Magorian -- as he too clopped forward to get a better look at Carewyn. Magorian looked less condescending than Bane, but he still studied Carewyn very critically, his black eyes tiny sparkling pinpricks on his face with how narrowed they were.
"Remind me of these gifts Carewyn Cromwell has sent our herd, Torvus?" said Magorian.
Torvus moved that little bit closer to Carewyn so that his head was right over hers, as he stared down his herd's leader.
"Nine years prior," he said very stoically, "Carewyn secured the herd's blessing through gifting us a loaf of hand-baked banana bread, a batch of Hagrid's rock cakes, branches of fresh sage, and our most extensive star chart. She then brought me many other edible gifts throughout that year and the following year, and upon her graduation from the wizards' school, sent the herd other handmade goods through Hagrid. Most recently, three years ago, Hagrid passed along a box from her that contained what she called 'candied oranges.'"
"Magorian, if I may speak?" asked Firenze. Upon the leader giving a nod of consent, he pressed on, "I can testify to Carewyn's character. I was the one who first welcomed her into our herd -- "
Bane blustered through his nose and lips. "Hardly surprising -- you've always had a soft spot for humans, Firenze -- "
"I thought that you, like the rest of the herd, had come to see the rightness of us helping the humans in their fight against the Dark Lord," Firenze challenged him.
"That may be," Bane shot back, "but just because we had to ally ourselves with humans for our own self-preservation doesn't mean we have to befriend the creatures that have deemed the world we occupy theirs alone to control -- "
"Firenze, you said you wished to speak in regards to Carewyn Cromwell's character," Magorian cut off both of the younger centaurs, crossing his arms. "Was what you said truly all you wished to say?"
Firenze's eyes narrowed just a bit as he turned his focus back onto the leader.
"No. Prior to being welcomed to our camp, Carewyn helped with breaking the curse on the Vault placed in our Forest by the four Founders of Hogwarts school. In doing so, she brought peace to this forest."
"She also returned my lost arrowhead to me," Torvus interjected quickly.
"Torvus." Firenze shot the younger centaur a short, but still supportive look over his shoulder -- almost as if reminding him to let him do the talking. "...Carewyn's efforts likewise brought peace to our herd, as well, by helping Torvus reclaim his honor and bringing him back into the fold. Not to mention that her treats have always been quite tasty," Firenze added with a bit of a smile in his expression.
Magorian cocked his eyebrows at Firenze. He then glanced from Torvus to down at Carewyn still standing tall in his shadow.
"Do you agree with Firenze's assessment of your achievements, Carewyn Cromwell?" he asked.
Carewyn tried very hard not to look away or blink, however much she wanted to.
"Firenze is very kind," she said quietly. "But I can't take full credit for dealing with the Forest Vault -- I couldn't have done what I did without my friends. Hagrid and Torvus, included."
She shot a quick glance at Bane before returning her gaze to Magorian.
"...If I may, though," she said respectfully, though she didn't give any opening for Bane or otherwise to prevent her from speaking. "I understand if I'm no longer welcome in your home. However much I consider Torvus a friend, and I always will...I know how much he values his family. I would never want to come between him and you. And Bane's right -- witches and wizards have done you a lot of wrong. We still do, in a lot of ways. Even if you had to fight with humans to fight a greater evil, that hasn't changed. And even if I don't agree with how centaurs have been treated, that doesn't mean that it hasn't defined my world and the life I live in it. Nor does it mean I haven't found success in that world that overlooks or even demonizes Beasts and Beings that don't conform to Ministry standards...in part because I am able to conform to those standards."
Bane's face scrunched up completely, his eyes flashing with resentment. All of the other centaurs, though, seemed to react much less distrustfully -- most looked confused or curious, but Firenze and Torvus were both smiling, and even Magorian considered Carewyn with something almost intrigued.
"It's rare to hear a human be so critical of her own kind," the herd leader said levelly. "And rather eloquently so."
He straightened up slightly, his black eyes boring into her from above with a bit less suspicion.
"Very well. I shall uphold Firenze's initial judgment, Carewyn Cromwell. You are welcome, among our herd."
Both Carewyn and Torvus couldn't completely fight back large grins. Torvus quickly gave a respectful bow to the herd leader, before beckoning Carewyn further into the camp.
"Come, Carewyn," said Torvus, his stoic face once betraying that warmth from before that made him look considerably younger. "We can sit further in, and you can tell me of you and your brother's place in this War. Then I can tell you of the Battle waged at the castle."
Carewyn nodded and immediately followed Torvus away from the rest of the herd and deeper into the camp.
For the next few hours, Torvus and Carewyn sat by the roaring fire, catching up. Carewyn told Torvus of her and Jacob's covert assistance of the Order of the Phoenix, her having to stay undercover at the Ministry to sabotage the Death Eaters' efforts, and Jacob both hiding fugitives in his flat and at one point even dousing a dangerous strain of Fiendfyre set loose in Hogsmeade village by the Death Eaters at great risk to his own safety.
"I saw your brother, at the battle," said Torvus, "though we had no chance to speak during it. Your brother appeared to have suffered great losses, there."
Carewyn nodded sadly. The faces of Fred, Tonks, Lupin, and Snape all brushed over her mind.
"We all have," she murmured.
Torvus actually reached in to brush a loose hair off of Carewyn's shoulder, before bringing the rest of it behind her ear. Carewyn wasn't used to people being in her personal bubble like that, but she knew that centaurs in particular expressed affection through fixing and grooming each other's hair. She offered Torvus a weak smile, which Torvus returned with a stoic, but still gentle look.
"Our herd was lucky, to have no casualties," he said. "Though I believe that's because most of us did not join the battle until the second half. Only Firenze was brave enough to fight from the start...the rest of us were hesitant to oppose the will of the stars, even though Hagrid triggered our conscience. It was but when I pointed out the position of Sagittarius and the North Star in the heavens that any of the centaurs allowed themselves to hope that our efforts could turn the tide of battle."
"And you did," said Carewyn, beaming. "Hagrid said that you were particularly brave. He said you took down multiple Acromantula single-handed and saved several teachers' lives."
Torvus shook his head modestly. "Thank you. I am grateful for the praise I have received -- though I remain unsure how much of my efforts were built on my own talents, or if Fate and Potter's own magic had machinations to make my efforts so meaningful."
Carewyn frowned. "What do you mean?"
"When Potter went out to the Forest to give up his own life to the Dark Lord, his sacrifice -- although ultimately not resulting in his death -- still nonetheless sparked to life a powerful protective magic. All because the sacrifice was still so selfless and sincere."
Carewyn's eyes widened, lighting up with realization.
"Love," she breathed. "Potter was ready to sacrifice his life to try to protect Hogwarts."
Torvus nodded, his lips touched with the shadow of a smile. "Indeed. And that spell prevented the Dark Lord or his followers to land any permanent damage on the school or its occupants. So by fighting in the battle...my herd and I both ensured our own safety and were likely given additional strength, in helping to protect those others Potter meant to protect."
Carewyn smiled a bit more too. "Even so...you must not have known anything about that until the Battle was over. I'd say that still made what you did incredibly brave."
Torvus's black eyes softened. "Thank you, Carewyn. As were your words to Magorian -- I think he was impressed by your conviction, when you'd been received with little warmth or trust."
"Your herd had reason to not trust me," said Carewyn. "I am a human, and a witch as well -- and a lot of witches don't treat centaurs with respect. I had to work quite closely with one during the War, much to my displeasure," she added contemptuously.
Torvus cocked his eyebrows. "Ah yes -- the one called Dolores Umbridge, I believe you mean? Firenze has heard much of her exploits at your Ministry, through Minerva McGonagall. I was quite displeased to hear that she didn't learn her lesson, after the justice we bestowed upon her two years ago."
"What did you do to her?" Carewyn asked, cocking her eyebrows as well. "From what I heard, Umbridge was absolutely traumatized by that whole affair."
Torvus gave a light bluster through his lips. "Her trauma came about from her own flaws of character, more than anything we did. The pathetic creature was so disgusted of us merely touching her that we hardly needed to use our weapons -- merely dragging her through the forest, tossing her between us and taunting her the whole while, was enough to terrify her..."
"Well, admittedly, being carried up off the ground by complete strangers who are stronger than you with no chance at escape can be rather scary," Carewyn said coolly. "Especially for women of shorter stature."
"Believe me when I say we would never have treated you with such lack of care," said Torvus stiffly. "Least of all because you wouldn't have conjured ropes trying to strangle our leader or called us 'filthy half-breeds,' 'uncontrolled animals,' and 'creatures of near-human intelligence.'"
Carewyn looked disgusted, but not surprised.
"I never said I thought Umbridge didn't deserve what she got," she said primly. "I was very glad to put her under citizen's arrest the first moment I had."
Her red lips danced with a bit more mischief as she added, "And to forcibly clear out her office. I've always liked cats -- but Umbridge really has made it very difficult for me to like anything patterned with them."
When Carewyn finally left the Centaur Camp, Torvus, Firenze, and Magorian all sent her off with good wishes. Magorian reiterated the promise that she would be welcome to visit the Camp in the future, if she so desired, and that any gifts she were to send through Hagrid would be accepted with open arms. Firenze even gave Carewyn a parting gift of several branches of lavender, bound with twine.
"Lavender has protective properties," said the part-time Divination professor. "It can ward off negative energies that may surround the holder. And if I'm not mistaken, lavender is a scent you're attuned to," he added with a wryer smile, with a pointed twitch of his nose.
Carewyn covered her mouth to hold in a giggle. "I keep lavender sachets in my bureau. Thank you, Firenze."
Torvus himself walked Carewyn out of the Camp all the way to the perimeter of the Forest, and the two exchanged a hug before parting.
Carewyn sadly had much less chance to visit Hogwarts and Torvus by extension as much as she would've liked, around all the work she had to do for the Ministry...but through gifts and mutual friends, they stayed in touch, and whenever they did get the chance to collide again, the two stoic personalities would both light up when in each other's presence.
Friendship Drabble Prompt!
#friendship drabbles#hphm#hogwarts mystery#fanfiction#my writing#carewyn cromwell#torvus#firenze#bane#magorian#dolores umbridge#jacob cromwell#harry potter
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Howdy! I got an ask/react for the Fo4 companions! How would a romanced companion react to Sole (preferably female) doing things to make them feel 'stronger' or 'protective' over her? Some random examples: Sole "can't" open something and has to ask for help/Sole conveniently forgets her overcoat when she knows it's going to be cold out, etc. the little things :) (Extra thing: you don't have to but if you could go into a bit more depth for Deacon and Hancock's response that'd be great :D )
Okay, this was so. much. fun. I took a few... creative liberties with the prompt, but I hope itâs still in the realm of what you were looking for! And, of course, thank you so much for the ask! I hope you like it!
Cait:Â
   Sole pressed a cold cloth to Cait's cheekbone, and she hissed at the pressure of the contact on her swollen cheek.Â
"Shit, sorry, Cait."Â
"Eh, I've had worse licks than this."
"I know, but still⊠this one is definitely my fault."Â
"It's hardly yer fault, luv, I'm the one who got meself inte this."
"How? I'm the one who started the fight." Sole protested, pulling her hand back so she could look her companion in the eye.Â
"Maybe, but I'm the one who gave you yer drinkinâ problem, and that's what got us inte the fight in the first place." Sole chuckled at that, shaking her head. The two had had this discussion what seemed like a hundred times, both trying to take the blame for the constant slew of bar fights that they found themselves getting into.Â
Tonight, it had been four intoxicated men who had decided it was a neat idea to discuss the details of what theyâd do to Cait if they could get her drunk enough. While the redhead hadnât seemed to hear, Sole had briskly made her way over to the group to give her two cents on these ideas of theirs. So, Cait had a point, maybe if Sole hadnât had quite so much whiskey, she couldâve tried to solve the problem more... verbally. But alas, her confrontation had officially started with her fist landing at the temple of the man nearest to her, effectively knocking him out. And it had ended with Cait hauling Sole to her feet after disposing of the manâs companions.Â
Cait picked absent-mindedly at the scabs forming on her knuckles as Sole brought the wet rag up to her face once more, dabbing at the blood next to Cait's lip.Â
"God, how is it that you always end up with the injuries? All I got was a bruise to the cheek, and yet, here you are, looking like a human punching bag."
"I can tell ya that. It's cus it's always me rushin' in te save your arse. Why do you always take on more than ye can handle?" Sole snickered, not knowing if Cait found her own words as amusing as she had.Â
"Because, I know no matter how many assholes I take on, you'll always be there to save me." Cait made a disgusted sound, rolling her eyes at that, much like Sole thought she would, before letting her emerald gaze meet Sole's eyes.Â
"I wish you weren't, but yer damn right." Cait said, and Sole felt a little jump in her chest at the sentiment. Cait wasnât the most tender person in the wasteland, but somehow, she always seemed to know what to say; to Sole, anyway.
The pair sat silently for a bit as Sole finished cleaning up her defender. Wiping down her bloodied hands, and the remainder of the crusted crimson on her face.
"Are ya done fussin yet? I'm tellinâ you, I'm fine. Can we just go te sleep already?"
"One more spot left." She told her, bringing the rag up to her bruised face once more. Sole's eyes fell to Cait's swollen lips as she drew the cool fabric over them, before leaning in to press her mouth softly to Cait's. Sole pulled away, but stayed close enough for Cait to feel her warm, whiskey-tinged breath fan over her as she whispered,Â
"Thank you for saving me tonight. I really was way in over my head." Sole looked down, embarrassed at her admission, as Cait smiled at her.Â
"It was my pleasure, luv. As you said, I'll always be there te save yer arse."Â
Curie:Â
   "You know, you don't have to come to me for something as small as zhis." Curie said as she examined the minor cut on Soleâs arm. âYou could patch zhis up yourself easily!âÂ
âWellâŠâ Sole felt heat rise to her cheeks as she searched for an explanation. She knew that every time she came to Curie for something like this, she was taking up the doctorâs precious time, but she couldnât help herself. What was she supposed to do when Curie insisted on working all day when they were at a settlement? They usually came to settlements to relax, to help make repairs and look into any problems the settlers might be having, but Curie always insisted on doing check-ups for everyone in their vicinity. Sole loved her selflessness and dedication to her work, but⊠When were they supposed to spend time together? This is what I get for having a workaholic for a girlfriend.
âYou know, infection is a big problem out here. I just thought it would be best to seek the help of a professional.âÂ
âOh, of course, of course. How responsible of you.â Sole bit at her lip as Curie laughed at her. Well, she really has caught onto the whole âsarcasmâ thing.
 âFortunately, you do not need to worry about infection in zhis, it iz not deep. But come here, with me.â Curie urged Sole off of the cot she was seated on and brought her to a table at the back of the clinic.Â
âWait here, se vous plait.â With that, Curie disappeared around the corner, and Sole stood around, twiddling her thumbs, as she tried to think of an excuse to get Curie off of work early.Â
âI was going to clean my supplies with zhis, but we can do your arm first.â Curie said as she came around the corner, a bucket of soapy water in-hand.Â
âHere.â Curie set the bucket onto the table and had Sole hold out her arm as she produced a clean rag from the pocket of her lab coat, and dunked it into the warm water. Sole watched as Curie wrung out the cloth, and brought it to the miniscule wound on her arm.Â
It was comical, really, the care that Curie took in cleaning the cut that couldnât have been more than an inch long, and was almost too thin to see. Another rush of heat made its way to Soleâs cheeks as she realized how ridiculous she must seem to the doctor, but Curie made no complaints as she used the other side of the rag to dry off her arm.Â
âZhere! It should be all better. I can wrap it for you too, if youâd like.âÂ
âThanks Curie, youâre a lifesaver. But I donât think you really need to wrap it.â The synth laughed at her as she threw the rag into a basket and picked up the bucket again.Â
âOh, mon dieu, I donât know about zhat.â She shook her head, a pink tint coming to her pale cheeks at Soleâs flattery as she turned to go into the back of the clinic again.Â
âWait!â Sole said, reaching out her âgoodâ arm to stop Curie before she could vanish around the corner once more. Curie looked at her, a questioning expression on her face. Sole stood, her hand still wrapped around Curieâs forearm, utterly at a loss of what to say. I just donât want you to go. Itâll be another four hours until you get off.Â
I think you should take a break?
Maybe you should have a half day?
Do you need some help here at the clinic? God, when did I become so damn clingy?
âHmm.â Curieâs eyes pierced into Soleâs as a knowing look washed over her face. âI zhink I know what it is you want.â Sole just stared ahead, wondering silently if that were true. The doctor set down the bucket yet again, delicately taking a hold of Soleâs âinjuredâ arm once more. Slowly, she brought it upwards, then lowered her head to place her lips gently over the cut. âIz zhat better?âÂ
Sole giggled, still embarrassed, but definitely glad she had come to interrupt Curieâs work. I guess I can wait a little longer. Maybe make us a nice dinner for tonight...
âMuch. Thanks again, Curie.âÂ
âOf course! Anytime, mon amour.â
Danse:Â
   Sole sat at the kitchen table, draining the last of her coffee as her gaze fell to Danse, where he was seated on the steps outside the front door of her Sanctuary home. He stared ahead blankly, brows knitted together above his lusterless eyes as his hands worked to remove a spot of rust from a piece of power armor he had taken off his suit temporarily. Lately, the ex-paladin had been adept in putting on a show for Sole, making her think that he was okay, even after everything that had changed in his life over the course of a few hours. It had been over a week since he had found out about his true identity, and in that time, Sole could tell that he had tried to remain strong. For whom, she wasnât sure. She thought she had made it clear to him that she didnât care about his âstrengthâ in these times, she just wanted him to get through them, whatever the means. Yet, he only seemed to don this look of despair and hopelessness whenever he thought she wasnât looking, and if she tried to bring it up, he would always attempt to change the subject, or he would tell her not to worry and simply say that he was still working on âadjusting.âÂ
She hated when he didnât talk to her. The seemingly insensitive man was always happy to listen to Soleâs problems and offer what advice he could, often suggesting that she discuss her own issues as a form of therapy. But God forbid she tries to get him to do the same. Sole sighed as she mulled over what to do, and noticed Danseâs head twitch to the side, listening, before his gaze dropped down to focus on his task.
Heâs been working on that same spot for almost an hour. If itâs not out yet, I donât think it ever will be. Sole looked around the room, trying to find something that could possibly serve as a proper distraction for Danse, and her eyes fell to the wooden stereo below the window in the living room. She had left it there because she simply didnât have the heart to scrap the old thing. Too many good memories surrounded it. Memories of her and Nate, dancing the night away as the records spun on and on playing soft love songs until the sun rose; of her rocking Shaun in her arms as she mosied around the living room, listening to the nursery rhyme vinyls that she had received as gifts at her baby shower... But those memories, they were from another life.
Sole shook her head. This is about him, she thought, not me. I can deal with my shit later. Right now, I need to focus on Danse.
She huffed another sigh, this time a bit louder, and watched as Danse ceased his hand movements and tilted his ear towards her again.
âIs everything alright?â He turned to look at where she sat, and Sole tried to look melancholic.
âItâs just⊠You know⊠nevermind, itâs not important.â Just as she assumed he would, Danse stood up and walked inside the house, setting the piece of armor and the rag on the table, and pulled out a chair so he could sit beside her. He looked down at her hands, which rested on top of the table near her empty coffee mug. She could practically see the sweat beading on his forehead as he hesitantly brought one of his large hands to rest over the top of her own. Ever since he found out what he was, heâs been afraid to touch me. So... this is a good sign, at least.
âIf somethingâs wrong, I want to know.â He said as he looked up to meet her gaze, his worried expression matching the concern she was feeling towards him. Sole took a breath to appear as though she was steadying herself.
âItâs just⊠being in this house. Itâs great, I mean, itâs still my home and everything, and I donât want to go anywhere else, butâŠâ she trailed off, her troubled expression only half-feigned at this point, given the truth behind her words. His eyes never wavered, silently encouraging her to continue.
âSome things are harder to look at than others. And that damn stereo over there just has to be staring straight at me every time I sit down at the table, itâs the hardest one for me to see. It's just, it was a house-warming present from my parents. They gave it to me and Nate after the wedding, and now⊠well, there are no more records to play on it. They were all ruined, and even if they weren't, I donât think the thing would work anyway. But every time I see it, it reminds me of the people Iâve lost. My parents⊠Nate⊠even Shaun.â Sole didnât have to fake the tears that came unbidden to her eyes as she recalled the memories of her loved ones, and she knew Danse hadnât missed a thing when he started rubbing her hand softly with his. They sat there in silence for a moment, as Danse tried to reassure her with his gentle touch.
Then, still remaining silent, Danse stood, reaching his hand forward to brush his thumb over Soleâs cheek, wiping away the tear that had fallen. He then turned towards the living room, but instead of going straight to the stereo, as Sole thought he might, Danse opened the side door that led to the covered driveway. She watched as he doubled back, now approaching the stereo. Sole wasnât sure what she had expected him to do when she mentioned her problem to him; maybe offer to help her take the thing apart, or try and see if it still worked, or simply give her another perspective on how she should view the piece of 200-year-old furniture. Whatever she expected, it certainly hadnât been this.Â
Danse squatted down in front of the large wooden beast of a stereo, wrapped his broad arms almost all the way around it, and stood, lifting the whole damn thing up until he was standing completely upright with the stereo held firmly to his chest. Soleâs mouth hung open as she remained seated at the table, seemingly paralyzed by the shock of what she was witnessing, as Danse sauntered awkwardly towards the exit. A thick vein protruded from his neck as he twisted the piece of furniture to fit through the door, and made his way out into the driveway.
Sole heard a groan from outside, accompanied by the sound of something hard hitting concrete. She stood up, prepared to head outside and see what exactly heâd done with her âproblem,â but before she reached the doorway, she heard him call from outside,
âYou canât still see it, can you?â
âUm⊠no. But Danse, is it-- I mean, are you okay? It took like, four people to bring that thing in when we first moved it to the house.â The brawny ex-soldier appeared in the doorway, his chest still heaving from the effort of wrestling the wooden monster outside. He nodded to her,
âI'm fine." He huffed, "You donât need to go out there. Iâll take it apart later, if youâd like. Or we can store it somewhere for the time being.â She shook her head at him, a little smile touching her lips. Even after everything heâs been through, he's still always looking out for me. Even with something as small and insignificant as this.
âYou know,â she said quietly, âyou didnât have to do that.â Danse looked down at his feet, seemingly searching for something to say in response.
âBut thank you.â Sole finished, and his eyes came back up to meet hers. For a moment, she saw a spark return to Danseâs amber eyes as the smallest hint of a smile softened his expression, and Sole felt hope. Hope for him overcoming his grief in this time of crisis, and hope for herself in being able to move on from the memories that had kept her chained to her past for so long. Together, she felt like the two of them could overcome anything.
Deacon:
   âYes. Two please.â Sole said as Takahashi voiced the only question he ever seemed to ask. The robot placed two bowls of scrumptious smelling power noodles in front of her, and she reached for the bag of caps hanging from her belt. As she looked down to count her money, she heard a clatter of bottlecaps hitting the counter beside her.
âGot it covered. Come on, letâs dig in.â Deacon grabbed a bowl in each hand and headed over to a couple of empty seats at the bar.
âI thought you were still trying to stay undercover?" Sole gestured to the Diamond City guard outfit that the spy donned. "Doesnât it kinda ruin the illusion if youâre seen in public with me?â She said as she followed him over, sealing up her cap purse once again.
âWhat? Youâve never seen one of these guys at the noodle stand? Cuz I sure have. Just donât talk to me, and Iâll be good.â Sole shook her head as she took a seat beside him, instantly deciding to ignore his request.
âHey officer, Iâve got a question.â Sole swirled her chopsticks around the steaming bowl in front of her, before taking a bite.
âYes, citizen?â
âHold on--â she said through a mouthful of noodles.
Deacon laughed as he looked at her full mouth,
âWhy--â He tried to talk through his bout of chuckling, âWhy would you say youâre going to ask me a question and then take a big bite of food? What did you think would happen?â
Deacon thought he heard her tell him to âshut up,â but it was hard to tell, given the noodles that filled her mouth, and the fact that she was nearly choking in her own fit of laughter.
Eventually, she managed to swallow her food successfully, and was finally able to get some words out.
"No, okay, serious question--" Deacon interrupted her with a snap of his fingers,
"Serious answer." Her genuine curiosity forced Sole to ignore him, and continue with her question.
"Tell me, why do you always pay for everything?" She asked.
"Ma'am, I am a law-abiding security officer. I always pay for the products that I intend to consume."
"I said serious, Deacon."
"Hey, shush!" He brought a hand up to Sole's mouth at the mention of his name, "What part of undercover did you not get?" She cocked a brow at his faked panic expression, noting the grin that he was trying to hide, as he lowered his head and turned back to his noodles.
"Like, okay," she continued, expanding on her inquiry, "whenever we go anywhere, you always pay for everything, and it's really odd. I've never met anyone in the wasteland who's done that, everyone's too busy trying to keep themselves alive to worry about paying for others. So, what? Are you, like, rich or something? I mean, c'mon, what's the deal? I have caps on me all the time, you know that, right?"
"Oh?" Sole saw his eyebrows rise above the tops of his sunglasses as he turned to look at her, "you don't think I'm doing this out of the goodness of my cold, black, heart, do you? No, I'm running a tab over here, honey. You owe me, big time." Sole narrowed her eyes at him, her uncertainty keeping her lips sealed.
"You mean, you didnât know? Look, I don't know what to tell you," Deacon continued, "I thought you knew! Man, I'm glad you found out this way. Now it won't be such a rude awakening when the invoice comes."
Deacon turned back to his noodles, shaking his head at the thought. Sole's gaze bore into him, trying to figure out his level of seriousness. I really wish I was better at this. This is why I believed he was a synth for a month and a half.
"And if I don't have the money⊠you're not gonna call out a hit on me or anything, are you?"
âHmm," he brought a hand to his chin, stroking his finger over it animatedly, "surely there must be some way you could pay me backâŠâ He turned to look at her, wiggling his eyebrows as he did so, and she rolled her eyes, looking back to her noodles as she scoffed.
"Hey! What's with the face! I was talking about community service. Y'know, helping the children, and the elderly, all that good stuff. Get your mind out of the gutter, perv. And to think, I was going to have you volunteering at the children's hospital next week."
Sole instantly regretted taking another bite, as she tried desperately to fend off a fit of giggling in an effort to keep from choking again.
"I can't keep up with you Deacon," she said as she swallowed her food. "You're gonna kill me one of these days."
"Eh, don't worry, I can pay for the funeral." Sole raised a hand and shoved him in the shoulder playfully as he grinned at her.
"Okay, really, though. You do know I can pay occasionally, right?"
"Yeah, I know, I'm your partner, remember? I'm pretty much right next to you whenever you get paid.â
"So⊠then, why do you do it?"
"Do what?" Sole's nostrils flared at his obnoxious question.
"No? Joke didnât land? Okay. Serious time," he flung his hands in the air as if surrendering, "I read about something⊠wasn't it, like, customary before the war to pay for stuff for your⊠friends?" Sole scrunched her eyebrows in thought,
"Friends? Not really. Significant other? Yeah, a little more common." She looked to where Deacon stared down at his noodles.
Is that, is he... blushing?
"But hey, I don't mind if you don't." She finished, tilting her head forward, in an attempt to catch Deacon's eye. She spotted a flushed little grin spread on his face, before he leaned his head back, restoring his cool composure.
"Oopsies, sorry about that, then. But I did warn you, I'm pretty new to this whole friend thing. So⊠you know, that's on you."
Hancock:Â
   The ghoul lounged comfortably on the couch in the Old State House, idly playing with his combat knife as he waited for Sole to finish readying herself for their outing.
âAhhh!âÂ
Hancock leapt from his place on the couch at the sound of Soleâs shriek, his combat knife instinctively falling into a position poised for violence.
He ran across the hall, crashing through the door and into the bedroom. Teeth bared and eyes wide, his head lashed from side to side in search of Soleâs assailant. He spotted her, cowering in the corner as she raised a shaky hand to point at the opposite side of the room.
Hancockâs glare followed Soleâs fear-stricken gaze, and he started towards the desk in the corner she had pointed to, but ultimately failed to see what it was causing her distress.
He turned back to her, an eyebrow cocked, as he raised the silent question of what had been the cause of her terror.
âOn the desk!â She said, pointing towards it again, this time with greater intensity. Hancock slowly approached the corner of the room, knife still at the ready, as his eyes continued to search for any sign of⊠well, anything, really. An exasperated smile spread across his lips as his eyes fell to your attacker. A small, brown, spider picked its way through the objects littering the top of the desk, and Hancock had to hold back a laugh.Â
âThis is what had you all riled up? Oh, sweetheart, heâs just a little spider. Câmon now, he wonât hurt ya.â
âYou don't know that.â She said firmly, her round eyes still trained on the desk. It had sounded like a joke, but her expression remained serious.
âAlright, you want me to get rid of him for you?â She nodded her head vigorously, and he chuckled as he turned his attention to the unsuspecting arachnid. He watched as it delicately stepped over a series of writing utensils, and Hancock frowned. Bringing his knife up to the top of the desk, he rested the flat of his blade directly in the spiderâs path,
âThatâs it, up you go, little guy.â He said quietly, as it stepped onto his steel vessel. Hancock twisted the knife around in his grip as the spider crawled around it, and made his way to the balcony. Once outside, he tipped his knife to the railing, encouraging the spider to crawl off the tip of the blade. Once the spider was safely making its way along the top of the railing, Hancock turned back towards the doorway.
âThere,â he said, stepping back inside, âNow he canât hurt ya, heâs all the way out there.â
âYou⊠you didnât kill it?â She asked, tentatively standing up.
âNah, we only hurt the ones who hurt somebody else first, remember?â
âYou donât know that he didnât hurt anybody.â She mumbled as Hancock sauntered over to her.
âAw, give him a chance, maybe he can change, yâknow? He doesn't really seem like the troublemaking type to me, anyhow.â He brought his hands to your waist, a smug expression playing on his face.
âOh yeah, just like the way you always tell people youâve changed?â She said, sliding her hands up his chest to rest them on his shoulders. âWay I see it, youâre still just as bad an influence on me as when I met you.â She said, a playful glint dancing in her eyes.
âHmm, maybe youâre right, sunshine. Maybe I can't change any more. Maybe it's just my nature to be a bad influence on you.â He said quietly, a wolfish grin spreading across his face as he leaned into her.Â
âHuh, maybe so. But bad influence or not," she pulled away from him slightly, to look up into his smoky eyes, "you really did save me back there. And, I know it seems silly... but I am grateful." His eyes softened at her little confession and, though he knew this too was silly, he couldnât help but feel a swell in his chest at the thought of "saving" her.Â
âAnd Iâll always be here to save you... from any spiders we happen to come across.â He pecked her lips tenderly, their close proximity practically forcing his mouth to hers. He shouldâve known better, once he had a taste, he couldnât get enough of her.Â
âEven though,â He continued, as he pressed a kiss to her nose, âIâve seen you,â then to her right cheek, âtake down,â now her left, âdeathclaws,â another to her jaw, âsingle handedly,â and now down to her neck, âIâll be sure to handle all the unruly arachnids.â He whispered into the crook of her neck, before moving upwards again and pressing one more kiss to her forehead. He watched, grinning like an idiot in love, as a crimson flush crept up her cheeks. He wasnât sure if it was from the embarrassment she felt regarding her phobia, or from the heat of his lips on her skin, but he decided it didnât matter. Either way, he found it irresistibly adorable, and with that, he set his sights on her lips once more.Â
MacCready:Â
   MacCready sat on the floor, legs crossed, as he counted his ammunition cartridges. There were four of the .308, six of the .50, ten of the 10mm, and a few of the .38. There certainly wasnât as much as heâd hoped thereâd be, but he wasn't worried. Sole always seemed to have ammo to spare, and she wasn't stingy with it like he was. It was yet another perk to being with her.
He gathered his full magazines together near the ammo bag resting beside him, so he could begin placing them inside in preparation for their next outing.
"How are you doing over there, babe?" He asked as he stored the outlying bullets in little bags.
"I think... you know what, nevermind. I'm good." MacCready ceased his action, turning to look at where Sole knelt on the carpet of her Diamond City home. A pile of bullets and empty magazines surrounded her, the stack of seemingly full cartridges was pitifully small compared to his own.
"You, ah, need some help?"
"... No.âÂ
"Mmhm, okay.â he narrowed his eyes at her suspiciously, but she wouldnât look up at him.
âWell,â he continued, âI'm going to put my full mags in the ammo bag, why don't I grab yours too." The sniper stood up, and made his way over to her, bending down to grab the cartridges that looked full.
"Wait! No, these, um, these ones aren't done yet." MacCready's eyebrows furrowed, but the shadow of a smile began to spread to his lips as he realized what was going on.
"So," he said, kneeling down so he could see her pretty little embarrassed face. "You haven't finished loading any of them?"
âNo." She said quietly, refusing to meet his gaze. MacCready lowered his head so that he was looking up at her as her eyes stayed fixed on the floor. A lock of hair was draped over her forehead, obstructing his view. He reached a hand up and gently pushed it behind her ear, leaning in to give her nose a small peck with his lips.
"You want some help?" He said as Sole raised her gaze to meet his, a small blush forming on her cheeks. She didn't say anything, only nodded yes.
"Alright, you know, you couldâve just asked. I might have said ânoâ the first time, but you know me, I eventually wouldâve come around." MacCready said as he set to work with the magazines that had appeared full, but in reality, only housed half of the amount of ammunition that they could fit within them. He snickered in understanding, it really was the second half of bullets that was hard to load.
"Thank you, sweetie. Youâre just so much better at it than I am." She said as she watched his practiced fingers make quick work of what probably would've taken her another hour.
"Of course... but, you are paying me for this, right?"
"Ohh, I think we might be able to work something out." She said, a sly grin playing at her lips.
He just chuckled at her words, but she could've sworn his fingers starting moving a whole lot faster at her suggestive phrasing.
Nick:Â
âTell me, why is this now a regular part of my job duties?" Ellie asked as she finished sewing up yet another tear in Nick's trench coat. "You know you're just going to end up with more holes in this coat every time you leave the office, and I don't seem to recall you ever caring about this old thing's appearance beforeâŠ" she trailed off.
Nick knew that Ellie was fishing for answers. One specific one in particular, but he liked the ambiguity of the situation. It was this little game he and his secretary would play. He would leave clues here and there that pointed to the nature of his and Sole's relationship and wait to see if Ellie would say anything. All while she continued to try and force the truth from him verbally. He wasn't going to lose this round.
"What? A private detective can't keep up appearances for his clients? I think it's just good for business."
"I think it's a load of bologna. You know we gave Sole her own trench coat after she saved you, right? She could just wear her own, rather than steal yours every time you two go out on a case."
"What kinda fun would that be? I don't mind it, it's not like I get cold anyway. And the poor little lady never knows how long we're going to be gone, so I don't think it's her fault when we're out after dark and she wants to wear it."
Ellie rolled her eyes and let out an exasperated sigh as she poked the needle back through the worn, beige fabric once again.
"She's got you so tightly wound around her finger, it's a wonder she doesn't call you 'Jared'."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"I don't know, itâs something Iâve read about, I guess it was a ring shop, or a jewelry company, or something before the war. I thought it sounded clever. Just humor me, won't you?"
The synth just shook his head, uttering a low chuckle as he watched Ellie tighten the thread, forcing the last hole closed.
"There." She said, tying up the last bit of string left over, before cutting off the excess. "It's done."Â
"Perfect, thanks a million, doll. I'll see you soon, I've just gotta head out for a--"
"Date?" She finished the sentence for him suggestively, raising her eyebrows in question.
"A case. We're going to head out on a case, Ellie."
"Uh huh, sure. Well, here," she handed him back the coat, "now she doesn't need to worry about the cold air seeping in through all those holes. Let me know if you want me to insulate the damn thing when winter rolls around."
Valentine smiled, an uncharacteristically goofy smile, at Ellie's words. He was so obvious, why didn't he just come clean already?Â
"Will do, Iâm sure sheâll enjoy that. Thanks again, Ellie. You're the best."
"And don't you forget it." She said, turning back to the mound of paperwork still on her desk beside her sewing supplies.
âAh well, Iâll get him to admit to it one of these days.â Ellie mumbled as she began sorting through the files in front of her.
Piper:
   Piper looked up at Scarlet from the table in the corner of the Dugout Inn,Â
"Yes, so I think we'll both have a nuka cola to start off. Then I'll do the crispy squirrel bits, and she'll have the Salisbury steak." Piper pointed her finger to Sole, who was busy looking down at the table, before making a last-minute decision, "Aaand you'd better bring some of those snack cakes at the end, too."Â
"Hm, as usual." Scarlet chuckled at that as her pen scribbled across the notepad in her hand.Â
"But that sounds good, you two. I'll have that out in just a minute." The waitress grabbed their menus, Sole reaching up to hand it to her with a smile on her face before turning to peer at her partner from across the table. She waited for Scarlet to disappear around the corner to the kitchen before speaking.
"You really don't find it annoying?" She asked.Â
"What?" Piper loosened the scarf around her neck as she looked questioningly at Sole.Â
"I know that I ask you to order for me whenever we go out to eat, or drink, and it's gotta be getting a little old at this point, right?"Â
"No, not at all, Blue!" Piper said as she took her hat off and placed it on the table, mussing her hair a bit with one hand. "This reporter actually finds it to be pret-ty endearing. It's like, the one thing you can't do. Youâre good at, like, everything else, but this I get to help you with. It's a welcome change." Piper's hands dropped to the top of the table as she began absent-mindedly fiddling with her silverware. But her eyes stayed on the woman across the table as Sole smiled at her, still appearing a little embarrassed.Â
"I don't know why I can't do it," Sole tried to explain, "I've just never been able to order for myself, even before the war. Just one of those bizarre anxiety things, I guess."
"Well, like I said, I donât mind at all. In fact, I think it's cute."Â
 Preston:
   Sole approached her Lieutenant, shaking her head at him, and she saw him sigh.
âNo, the river just keeps going until it reaches a ravine." She told him, "And itâs too steep to climb down. Any luck on your end?â
âHmm, not really. It's a little more shallow upstream, but itâs still about ten feet wide.â
âDamn.â She said, âWe need to get across.â A settlement had sent a distress call across radio freedom almost an hour ago, if Sole and Preston took any longer, they might be too late.
âI guess weâll just have to go for it.â She said, her face painting a picture of clear disgust at the thought of wading through the murky water.
âWell, letâs at least head upstream a bit. To the shallow part.â
âOkay.â Sole said begrudgingly, her footsteps unconsciously heavy as she followed her companion to the shallow part. Not shallow enough, I bet.
And she was right. As the pair arrived, Preston turned to Sole to gauge her reaction, noticing the way her nose wrinkled at the sight of the brown, swirling water.
Preston heaved a sigh, and started forward. Before he reached the waterline, he turned to see Sole still standing back, feet seemingly glued to the muddy ground. He couldnât help but smile sympathetically at her, eyebrows creasing upwards as he watched her eyes look longingly at the far shore.
âCome here.â He said.
âI know, I know. Just start going, Iâll follow.â Preston chuckled at the exasperation in her voice. Instead of repeating his command, he simply walked over to her as her eyes remained locked on the other side of the river, when he reached her, he slowly pressed his hand to the small of her back.
âHey, what are you--?â Before Sole could finish her question, Preston had scooped her up into his arms, bridal style. She let out a squeak of surprise, and he couldnât keep himself from grinning.
âIs this okay? He asked, the brim of his hat pressing against Soleâs forehead as he looked at her.
âA warning wouldâve been nice.â Preston laughed, shaking his head as he adjusted his grip on her, ensuring she was secure before making his way towards the river.
âHold onto me.â He said, and Sole wrapped her arms tightly around his shoulders.
âReady?â Sole nodded to him, and Preston took a step forward, frigid water seeping in through his boots as he waded in.
âWait, are you sure you want to do this?â She said, her eyes trained on the river as it raised up to Prestonâs knees.
âI might be wrong, General, but I think I already am.â He said, the amusement in his voice faint as he gritted his teeth against the cold.
She felt his body shutter as he continued forward, the water reaching up almost to his waist, as he held Sole up higher to ensure it wouldnât reach her. She let out a small sigh of relief as they reached the end of the channel. The water became more shallow, and Preston quickened his pace with each step that brought him closer to their destination.
Once completely out of the water, and past the muddy shoreline, Preston finally set Sole down gently. As her feet touched the ground, Sole kept her arms wound about Prestonâs neck.
âThank you, love.â She said, her voice soft as she addressed him as her partner rather than her Lieutenant.
âIt was my pleasure, mâlady.â He said, briefly removing his hat from his head as he did so. Sole smiled at him warmly, but detected the faint chattering of his teeth, and when she looked down, she couldnât help but notice the goosebumps littering his skin.Â
âOh, PrestonâŠâ Sole said as she pressed herself to him, rubbing her hands against his back and arms quickly, in an attempt to warm him with her friction. She felt hot air wash over her neck as he released a shaky breath of relief, leaning into her touch. The pair stood there for a moment, Preston syphoning off Soleâs warmth as she tried to repay him for his earlier act of kindness. Her hands slowed from her vigorous rubbing to a more tender sort of touch, before Prestonâs head shot up.
âShit, Sole, the settlement! Weâve got to move!â
X6-88:Â
   This had become a common routine of theirs, and X6 wasnât entirely sure how to feel about it. Every time they were in Soleâs Diamond City home, she would insist on making dinner for the two of them. That, X6 didnât mind too much; although, after consuming nothing but food supplements in the Institute for so long, it did take some getting used to. But eating the food wasnât the issue, it was the making of it that had him perplexed.Â
As far as he knew, Sole had been the one to install the shelves in her kitchen; and yet, every time she was in need of a spice of some sort, or a condiment, or one of her dishes, she would ask X6 for assistance, given that the shelves were apparently too high for her to reach. Why Sole continued to store her items on the too-tall shelves, he couldnât begin to guess. But here she went again, asking him to reach for the box of blamco mac nâ cheese on the top shelf, the highest one, one that he could barely even reach. X6 decided it was time to voice his confusion.
âMaâam?â
âYes?â She asked distractedly as she focused on the strength of the flame burning on her stove.
âWhy do you use these shelves?â
âWhat else would I use, silly?â X6 scrunched up his face at that, trying to hold back a verbal scoff at her wording.
âWould you rather I just store everything on the floor?â
âWell, no. That would⊠hardly be sanitary.â He wasnât sure if she was joking with him or not. Did she think he was joking with her?
âWhy do you ask, X?â She grabbed the box from his hand as he extended it towards her, and began tearing at the top of it with her finger.
âWell, it seems nonsensical to me, for you to continue placing all of your items out of your reach. What happens if Iâm not here?â Sole placed a saucepan filled with water over the stove and turned to look at him.
âBut you are here.â she said, shrugging, âWhat? Donât you like helping me out in the kitchen?â
X6 blinked. What the hell did this have to do with what he liked?
âWell⊠I donât dislike it. Iâm just having trouble with-- I donât-- I just... do you want me to fix the shelves so they are the right height for you?â
âNo, I like them the way they are.â
X6 felt his eye twitch from beneath his shades. Confusion built up inside him, making the courser feel as though he might explode.
âMaâam--â His voice faltered as he realized he didnât know what else to say.
âI know theyâre not practical, X. But you can reach them, and I like that about them. Even when Iâm here alone, the fact that I canât make dinner without you makes me smile.â X6 furrowed his eyebrows. That explanation didnât help at all.
âDonât you get hungry?â
âI'm not completely helpless, you know, I can usually figure something out.â She attempted to look annoyed at his question, but her grin gave her away. X6 narrowed his eyes at her, still not completely satisfied with the way the conversation had gone. He was still just as confused as he was before.
âHuh.â He said, mulling over all she had said on the subject. âPerhaps... in that case, we should ensure that I am by your side for any missions near Diamond City. That way, I can be sure the future director of the Institute doesnât go hungry.â
âWell, if you think thatâs necessary, who am I to argue?â The left side of X6âs lip tilted upwards in an expression of amusement, and Sole openly smiled at him, laughing a little to herself as she turned her attention back to the boiling water on the stove.
âCan you hand me the pepper mill? Second shelf.â
âI know which shelf. But yes, I can.â He said, turning around to grab it, as Sole continued grinning to herself.
Now I just have to make sure he never looks under my bed. Sole thought. If X6 ever found the step stool she had hidden there, what would happen to her kitchen helper?
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Note: First Toji story! Your "mom" that I had in mind for this one is basically a female Nanami, and your adoptive mom. Tried my best not to get burnt out from this one, so it might sound a bit rushed and repetitive, but Iâll be taking a two week break after I post Gojoâs sometime this week (hopefully tomorrow or the day after). Enjoy !
â ïž: 18+, raw, bulge, plot (?), voyeurism/exhibitionism (phone), eating out, fingering
It was obvious why Toji was around your mother lately, and why your mother still bothered keeping him around.
âCut the sweet talking and just say youâre broke again,â you overheard your mother say. There wasnât any anger or resentment in her voice, she didnât need any sweet talking for her to lend Toji money again âcause she was also someone without any need for attachments. In fact, your mother hated attachments, so her pretend relationship with Toji was perfect. Not only did he fuck her any chance he got, but your mother even asked if he could take you into his place until you found a suitable apartment close to your university (of course heâd be getting paid double the amount for the hassle).
âI donât have an extra room, so take mine for now. Iâll sleep on the couch.â
âYou sure? I donât mind taking the couch instead,â now that youâre finally facing him, you take in the details of his gruff features, hardened by whatever work he does for a living.
âSomething wrong?â he cocks his head to the side and rubs his hand at the back of his neck.
âNo. Sorry, itâs justâitâs my first time properly seeing you,â you can feel the heat rise up in your body.
âOh, I guess it is,â he walks up to you and looks down, realizing how big he is and that youâre no longer looking at him from afar. âYouâve changed from the last time I saw you though,â measuring you against him, using his hand to see where your height compares. He smelt of smoke and something metallic, a foreign scent your memory had nothing to contrast to. A dark red smear on his forearm catches your attention. You thoughtlessly brush your fingers on his arm, triggering him to grab your wrist. His eyes widened in a wilderness youâve never seen before with a hint of panic.
âUm . . .â you didnât know how to react.
âSorry,â he clears his throat and collects his composure back, âIâm gonna go take a shower first. Make yourself comfortable.â
The grip around your wrist lightens, leaving a red imprint thatâs a bit sore to the touch.
Fuck. Toji had been too caught up with the bounty hunts he took that he forgot you were temporarily moving in with him today. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. It was his calendar app that reminded him, in the middle of a fight with a curse user, that he quickly finished the job and rushed back home to see you already standing at his door. Patiently waiting for him to answer the first few knocks and hesitating to knock again, which he found cute. He didnât even have time to clean his wounds up when he snuck in through his back window.
Once Toji strode into the bathroom and locked himself in, he took off his shirt, thankful for the black shade concealing the blood slowly oozing out of his wound on the side of his torso. âTch, for fuck sakes,â he mumbled before cleaning off the excess blood and throwing his shirt in the garbage. He thought his forearm was wounded too, the pain concealed from the rush of adrenaline he still had from running back home, but it was just the blood from his torso.
Toji wasnât sure how to react when heâd see you again, especially as a proper person, since he has never paid any attention to you back then, until now.
âTake in my daughter until she finds her own place. Sheâs currently shopping for ones near her university since the other one had a person who died in the building,â your mother told him over the phone, neither sounding like a question or a demand.
âHuh? You have a kid?â
âAre you blind now too?â
âDonât give much attention to kids.â
âWell sheâs an adult now, so how âbout it?â
âWhatâs in it for me?â
âMoney, of course.â
âHeh, deal,â he answered, not giving much thought to the details as long as heâs getting paid for it.
âNow youâre making it sound like Iâm selling my daughter off to the Devil.â
âDonât worry, Iâll take good care of her.â
âSheâll be coming over in two weeks time,â your mother sighed in relief before hanging up.
Toji pulls himself back to the present hearing the faint scuffling of your feet across the floor, probably carrying your boxes and luggage into the living room. I should help her out. He carefully lifts the towel off his wound to check if the bleeding started to slow down. He lost track of how long heâd been in the bathroom, so he went against the thought of stitching it up and just slapped on some gauze for now. Itâd be suspicious if he holed himself in the bathroom for too long. As Toji inhaled his breath to pull himself together, he raised his head, losing his sense of his equilibrium.
âShit,â he softly chuckles, seeing his blurry reflection in the mirror falling out of the frame and hitting the floor. His body goes limp as his mind slowly succumbs to the darkness, only the sound of your frantic voice through the door being the last to leave his senses.
When you finally busted the door open, Toji was shirtless and laying on the floor drifting in and out of consciousness. You flipped him over to see that he was trying to patch up his wound. âWe need to get you to a hospital,â you started dialing 911, but his heavy arm stops you from doing so.
â. . . donât . . .â he desperately said through ragged breaths before going limp again.
âFine, but I need to at least get you to your room. Iâm not strong enough to carry you,â you try to heave him up to his feet, lugging his arm over your shoulder, opposite from the side where his wound is.
Once you managed to get him in his room, you guided him to his bed before rushing through your boxes to find your medical stitch kit. Although it was hard trying to disinfect his wound before stitching him up and placing a clean gauze over it, you managed to help him dodge the hospital bills he wanted to avoid. Cheapskate, just use the money you get from my mom.
You let out a sigh, tired from the nervousness of moving into a new place shared by a man with a mysterious background, and the panic that ensued when Toji looked like he was knocking on Deathâs door. Peering up at him from the side of his bed, you take in his other scars along his body; thereâs a jagged one on his chest, a couple clean slits along his shoulder, and some small rigid circular ones scattered over his stomach. You lightly run your fingers over the soft pink flesh like tracing a roadmap of his past life, his scars standing out like checkpoints.
âHome. My father threw me into a . . . fighting pit,â the rough vibration of his voice startles you, breaking you from your trance.
âSorry, Iâ!â you pull away, retracting your hand back. But instead Toji grabs it back, unfurling your fingers to place them back on his scar.
âAlso home. A fight with my cousins . . .â he continues guiding your fingers throughout his body, dragging you from scar to scar and telling you the story of his past, like there was nothing to hide. âAnd finally,â he gently places your palm on his fresh wound, â. . . another bounty hunt . . .â There was a moment of hesitation in his voice, his eyes laid on your hand as he thumbs over your knuckles, twiddling with your fingers before firmly yanking you over him onto the bed.
His finger traces up the curve of your spine, the small of your back, feeling the bulge form under his joggersânudging at the plump bulb of your cunt through the thin fabric of your satin shorts. Keeping yourself calm and collected, you push yourself up from his shoulders, his muscles tensing up from your touch.
âToji, I donât have money to pay you. The medical courses in university are expensive already.â
âWho said I was asking for money?â he traces down your neck with his eyes before bringing you towards him, rubbing a lock of your hair between his thumb and index finger as he kisses your neck.
âYouâre hurt and acting delirious from the pain. Iâll look through my boxes to see if I still have painkillers,â you huffed, trying to fight through his strength and the aching need to continue to see through to the end. It felt wrong, but his desperate hands kept you from making the right decisions.
âDonât leave, stay,â he whispered between kisses, now trailing down to your breasts, sucking at your nipples. The straps of your tank top and bralette slip from your shoulders as his fingers softly drag down your back, your garments now clinging to your waist. Your soft moans bounce off the walls of the room. Your fingers laced through his hair, continuing to tease your nipples and thoughtlessly riding your hips on his bulge, leaving a wet stain through your shorts and his joggers. A wave of shame clashes over your need to have more of him, but the movements of his hands, arm, tongue, body keeps you from turning back.
âI canât take it anymore,â you moaned through huffs of breaths.
âThen, what are you waiting for? Do it. Iâm right there,â he valiantly bucks his hips up, pressing his erection into your pliant cunt, holding your thighs down on either side of him.
Your fingers reach for his cock from under you, molding around the shape of him as you push his joggers further down his hips. There was already precum dripping down his cock, painfully pulsating at your soft touch. You hold the tip at your entrance, glossy and slippery from your eager juices, and slowly ease yourself onto his cock. Toji groans at your plump walls hugging him and pulling him deeper inside of you. Your body blooms into a lustful behaviour that even he was surprised in awe at the honesty, forming a bemused grin across his face.
When your hips started to tremble beyond control, Toji continued, propping himself up with his arms and careful not to bust the stitches you gave him. At this point his pain had melted into pleasure, gratefully thrusting into your cervix and feeling the satisfaction of the shape of his tip protruding from your lower abdomen. You wrap your arms around him, spreading your legs wider so as to not touch his wound.
âNgh, I think Iâm about to pass out,â you bit back a moan, struggling to keep from cramping.
âHeh, thatâs cute,â he rammed himself harder into you, the sound of slapping intertwining with your moans & grunts. Your body twitches in intervals, keeping up with his rhythm, nearing your climax. Toji grasps onto you, clamping you down on him as his warm cum fills up your womb, unable to keep the excess from flowing out.
âShit, sorry,â he reaches down to touch your vulva, the tips of his fingers feeling at his thick substance leaking out from you..
âMm-mm, itâs fine. Infertile,â you said, trying to catch your breath.
âDid you cum yet?â
A giggle fell from your lips, ânot yetâ!â he flips you over before you could finish whatever you were about to say, switching places so that youâre laying on your back now. He wasnât gonna take that for an answer cause he always finishes what he started.
âAllow me,â his head settled in between your legs, hands firmly placed at the back of your thighs. You sharply inhaled at the soft velvety feel of his tongue to your sensitive clit, and the strong feeling of his fingers pushing through your swollen walls. Your head falls back into a lustful daze, allowing him to do whatever he wants to do to you. Only the sound of your rapid breathing and cute moans fill the air of the room, as Toji satisfies himself with your lewd expressions and lolled out tongue.
âDid you make it safely to Tojiâs place?â your mom asks through the phone.
âYeah . . . everything, went well,â you bit your tongue, flailing your hands behind you to try and get Toji to slow down.
âAre you okay? You sound too out of breath in the morning.â
âYeahâ! I just, just came back for aâjog,â he thrusts harder into you, having fun watching you try to keep your composure. Ready to hear a moan slip out from your wet lips. âAnyways, I need to, to go, bye mom!â you hung up before she could say her goodbyes.
âSomeone held up pretty well,â he chuckles at the nape of your neck before leaving his marks along it.
âFuck you,â you pant, hating yourself for obliging in this situation, but loving the hard feeling of his cock splitting you apart. He hooks one of your legs up to the kitchen counter, your other fighting to stay on its tippy toes as you reach your morning climaxâsquirting on the kitchen floor.
âIâm not done with you yet,â he growls in your ear, flipping you over and stirring his cock back inside of you. âGet ready to go rounds with me.â
#starting to feel the burn out#but Iâm gonna push through for a bit#before taking a short lil break !#minors dni#jjk#jujutsu kaisen#jjk fic#jujutsu kaisen fic#jjk toji#jujutsu kaisen toji#toji fushiguro#fushiguro toji#jjk x you#jjk x reader#jjk x fem!reader#toji x you#toji x reader#jjk smut#jujutsu kaisen smut#toji smut#jujutsu toji#toji fushiguro smut#toji fushiguro x you#toji fushiguro x reader#jujutsu kaisen x reader#fushiguro toji smut#fushiguro toji x reader#fushiguro toji x you
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touch
chapter three: contact
pairing: Peter Parker x reader
synopsis: you love him, but you can never touch him
Series Masterlist and Regular Masterlist
Peter found you brushing your teeth in the bathroom that connected your rooms. He wordlessly got out his toothbrush and starting brushing his own teeth at the other sink. You looked at him in the mirror before spitting and drying you face. As you were putting your toothpaste back in the drawer, you accidentally closed it on your finger.
âOuch.â You jumped as you yanked your finger back, inspecting it for broken skin. It wasnât injured, just throbbing. You looked at Peter out of the corner of your eye before touching his arm with the throbbing finger and sending the pain into him.
âOw.â Peter jumped a little and looked at you in confusion.
âI thought you wanted me to touch you.â You replied sarcastically to prove a point.
âIs this a joke to you?â Peter asked bitterly as he glared at you.
âJoking is the only way I can deal with this.â You answered honestly.
âWe donât have to deal with this. We could just be together.â He said solemnly as he put his toothbrush away. You looked at Peter in the mirror and sighed sadly.
âItâs too big of a risk, Peter.â You frowned. âI love you too much to put you through that.â
âAnd I love you too much to accept this ending.â He stated as he turned to look at you.
âYou think I want this?â You laughed sadly as you stepped up to him. âYou think I donât want to kiss you whenever I want? Or hold your hand? I want all of that. But I canât have it. I canât risk it.â
âSo because you might hurt me, we canât be together?â He asked. âItâs not like you ever hurt me before.â
âBut Iâve hurt other people before.â You said gravely, coming as a surprise to Peter.
âWhat are you talking about?â Peter asked as he saw a sadness cloud your eyes. You looked down for a minute and sighed before shrugging and folding your arms.
âI had a best friend when I was younger. We were just like you and I. We spent every day together but I didnât touch her because of what I could do. I was so careful.â Your voice cracked as you shook your head. âI tried so hard to keep her safe.â
âWhat happened?â Peter began to worry when he saw how worked up you were getting.
âShe had a peanut allergy that I didnât know about. I ate a peanut butter and jelly sandwich that she didnât know about. She ran up to me at recess and hugged me and-â You sucked in a breath as tears streamed down your face. Peter looked at you with sympathy and put his hand as close to yours as he could without touching it.
âShe died, Peter.â You whispered. âI killed her.â
âYou didnât know.â Peter tried to comfort you.
âExactly.â You cried. âBut I do now, and I can never make that mistake again.â
All at once, Peter understood why you were so hellbent on not touching. You were traumatized, and you didnât want to repeat history. Peter took a step towards you and hovered over you, giving you the impression he was going to kiss you.
âPeter, donât.â You said softly.
âIâm not gonna touch you.â He said. âI just want to tell you that I understand.â
âYou do?â You asked hopefully.
âI hate it.â Peter admitted. âI hate that it has to be this way. But I understand.â
You stared at him for a moment before smilingly softly in appreciation. You picked up piece of paper off the counter and kissed it before tucking it into Peterâs pajama pocket.
âThank you.â You whispered. âThank you for understanding.â
âIâm sorry Iâve been so cold to you, peaches. You didnât deserve that.â Peter apologized as he held his hand over his pocket.
âItâs okay. I canât blame you for reacting the way you did. I was hurting too.â
âSo do we just go back to being friends? Friends who are in love?â Peter laughed sadly.
âUnless you want to be in a relationship where we never touch each other.â You laughed, equally as sad. Peter chuckled softly before making a face.
âI meanâŠâ He looked at you shyly and shrugged a little.
âYouâd actually want to do that?â You asked curiously.
âI would.â He confirmed. âIâd rather be limited with you than unlimited with anyone else.â
âOkay.â You nodded eagerly. âOkay, letâs do it.â
Peter sighed in relief and leaned down, lips almost touching yours but not quite.
âI love you, peaches.â He whispered, lips grazing yours as he spoke. You sucked in a sharp breath, inhaling him and his scent.
âI love you too, Peter.â
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Peter was working on mission plans for Tony the following week when he got a text from you.
âMeet me in the lab.â
His eyebrows knit in a straight line as he set his pen down. He quickly made his way to the lab and found you inside, holding something behind your back.
âHey.â Peter smiled at you as he walked into the lab.
âHey.â You smiled back. âI um, I made something. Well, actually, Dr. Banner made most of it but I gave him the idea.â
âWhat is it?â Peter wondered as you took a small, silver device out from behind your back.
âIts um, itâs a stun ray.â You laughed nervously. âIt stuns you and temporarily takes away your powers.â
âWhat are you planning on doing with it?â Peter asked curiously. You picked up the gun, shrugged, and shot yourself in the chest. Peter immediately rushed to you to see if you were hurt.
âAre you okay?â He asked once he got to you.
âUh huh.â You said through a smile before pulling him into a kiss. Peterâs eyes widened before fluttering shut as his arms enclosed around your body. You wrapped your arms around his neck as he wrapped his around your torso, kissing you with everything he had. You ran your fingers through his hair before letting them rest on his face, kissing him deeply to make up for all the time you had lost. Peter only pulled away when he couldnât breathe, resting his forehead against yours as he panted. Tears of joy slipped down his cheeks, making him take your face in his hands and kiss your forehead.
âDoes it last forever?â He whispered as he pressed his forehead against yours, keeping his arms securely around your waist.
â20 minutes.â You said as you rubbed his chest. Peter nodded before leaning down and kissing you again, just as passionately as before. He pulled away suddenly and held you back from him.
âWait. As much as I want to kiss you, and I do, I really just wannaâŠâ Unable to find the words to say, Peter trailed off and pulled you into a hug. He held you tightly and rested his chin on the top of your head, swaying softly back and forth as he rubbed your back. You wrapped your arms around his torso and pressed your face into his chest, taking in his scent in a way you never could before. You felt so close to him that you could cry, griping his shirt to pull him even tighter.
âI love you, Peter.â You mumbled in his ear.
âI love you too, Peaches.â He said back before pulling out of the hug. âHold my hand, please.â
He held up his hand in the way he did that one day in the kitchen and this time, you interlocked your fingers with his. He held up his other hand and you did the same, hands clasped tightly around each otherâs.
âThis is nice.â Peter laughed softly. âIâve always wanted to do this with you.â
âI know.â You nodded. âI wanted this too.â
âYouâre so beautiful.â Peter sighed as he took your face between his hands again and rubbed your cheeks with his thumbs. He let his hands trail down your arms before taking your hands in his and kissing your knuckles. âBeautiful, beautiful Angel.â
You smiled with joy as your touched his face, memorizing the features under your fingertips.
âYour skin is so smooth. And your hair.â You gushed as you have it a tug. âSo soft.â
âIâm glad you like it.â Peter chuckled, leaning in to your touch the way he always wanted and placing a kiss on your palm.
âI love it.â You told him as your carded your fingers through his curls.
âHow often can we do this?â Peter asked as he drummed his fingers on your waist. âHow often can you use the stun gun?â
âDr. Banner said itâs only safe to use once a day.â You frowned slightly, but Peter lit up in a smile.
âI get to touch you everyday?â He asked hopefully as he took your hands in his.
âFor 20 minutes, yeah.â You nodded, smiling as well now.
âIâll take whatever I can get.â Peter sighed happily before kissing you again. âHow much longer do we have?â
âSeven minutes.â You told him as you checked your phone.
âDance with me?â He requested as he assumed waltzing position. You smiled softly and nodded as you began to sway back and forth to music that wasnât playing. Peter rested his head on your shoulder after a minute as you wrapped your arms around his neck in a slow dance.
âI like this dance much better than the one we used to do.â You mumbled against his neck before placing a kiss there.
âI know, Peaches.â Peter sighed in content. âMe too.â
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random dates with jujutsu kaisen characters
ft. itadori yuuji, fushiguro megumi, kugisaki nobara, zenin maki, inumaki toge, nanami kento, and gojou satoru
g/n!reader (except maybe for maki but that's more personal pref)
itadori yuuji - "hey!-", you were essentially muted as itadori plops a strawberry in your mouth. you bite down, wrinkling your nose up at him in fake upset. he just smiles and laugh, as you drop the pout and laugh with him. you two were on a picnic, drinking lemonade and watching the hours melt away into the sunny sky. currently, you two were demolishing a carton of strawberries, the green tops abandoned on a plate next to you. you swallowed, relishing the sweetness lingering on your tongue.
taking one last berry, itadori reclined and sprawled on the blanket while putting his hands behind his head. you laid down on the blanket next to him, placing your head on his chest. he glanced down at you and took one of your hands in his, his thumb starting to trace gentle circles on your palm. with your free hand, you pointed up to the clouds in the sky. "that one looks like a bus," you suggested. "mmm, i think it looks like a log," he responds. "that one looks like a cat." "i think it looks like a log." "ok, that one looks like a tree." "mmmmmmm i think it looks like a log," he says again. "yuuji, you think all of them look like logs," you say. you can feel his laugh bubbling in his chest as he says, "because all of them do look like logs." he points up at the sky at different clouds, "that one does....and that one does....i think these are actually all logs in disguise." you playfully swat his hand and turn your head up at him, saying, "you need to use your imagination a bit. if you're only looking for logs, all you're going to find is logs."
instead of responding, itadori shifts forward and captures your mouth in soft kiss. you respond, pushing your lips against his in a sweet dance. his tongue finds its way into your mouth, deepening the kiss. his hand has slipped out of yours and now is on the small of your back, pushing you closer into him. he smiles into the kiss, pausing. "what?" you ask, temporarily affixing your head above his. "nothing," he responds, "i just hope we can stay like this for a little while longer."
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fushiguro megumi - he's is nursing a cup of black tea in a porcelain cup and saucer, while he chews on a black ballpoint pen. fushiguro is in a cafe across the street, but you can see him through the window. as you walk in, the bell above the door jingles and he glances up at you. he smiles and clears a pile of papers, making room for you at the table. you sit down across from him, noticing that he's already ordered a cup of tea and a croissant for you.
"hey 'gumi. what'cha up to?" you ask, lifting the cup to your lips. "working on this latest batch, but it's tough. did you bring your stuff?" he asks. you pull out a small notebook, untying the ribbon that holds the pages shut. "of course i did, i want your feedback on my latest poems," you respond. "this is the most recent one i wrote." in the garden of my mind/you sink my heart into my soul/blooming into something unknown/glassy eyes speaking of that garden untold is what you hand to him. he furrows his brow as he reads over the lines, once, twice, three....ohmygod how many times is he going to read it? is it bad??? you catch your lip between your teeth as you wait for his critiques, anxiously tapping your fingers against the table. finally, he looks up to you. "i like the use of garden as a metaphor, but i think you could expand on it more. it's a short poem so i know you don't have much room, but i'm really fixed on this idea of a garden. what grows there? who takes care of it?" he questions. his brows is still furrowed and you can practically see the wheels turning behind his poofy hair.
you smile over at him saying, "well, megumi i think you already know the answer to your questions." he blushes and looks out the window. the wheels are turning in his head again, but for a different reason. you know fushiguro isn't exactly the greatest with his feelings, so you give him a minute. he still gets flustered when you even allude to loving him, it's so removed from his own view of himself that he needs to take a minute to process. in the meantime, you rip off a fluffy piece of croissant and feel the buttery layers melt on your tongue. you look out the window, quietly drifting off to another world. "did you want to read my poem?" he asks, snapping you back to reality. you nod, picking up the piece of paper he passes you. your eyes focus on the first line: i love you.
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kugisaki nobara - you love nobara, you honestly do, but sometimes you forget about that when she gets in a yelling match with the man at the ice cream truck. you're pulling your hat over your head, hoping to spontaneously melt into a puddle while the two of them go back and forth. "i don't know what you want me to say! i'm sorry i gave the wrong flavor to them, but i can't change it," the vendor says exasperatedly. nobara wrinkles up her nose in disgust at the vendor, retorting, "this business is absolutely shameful. i come all the way here for ice cream, and you can't even properly fulfill my order. what if i reported you to the better business bureau? hmmm? would you be a bit more cooperative then?"
yeah, it's been going on like this for a few minutes. you think you're going to evaporate into thin air when you realize the arguing has stopped and nobara is on her way back. and...omg...she's holding a mint chocolate chip ice cream cone!! you immediately perk up. "you got it!" you exclaim, quickly taking the cone from her. you take a bite (do you bite ice cream???? lick??? v unsure), and faux-swoon at how good it is. forgetting your previous embarrassment, you swiftly press a kiss to nobara's lips as a thank-you. "thank you nobara, this was so sweet of you!" her face deeply reddens, every ounce of toughness from the earlier altercation dissipated. she tosses her hair, trying to play it off. "oh, you know, it wasn't difficult. you just had to ask nicely." you smile at her, suddenly wanting to pay her back for the embarrassment she dealt you before.
before she can react, you quickly leave a flurry of kisses all over her face. you zing from her cheeks to her nose to her lips to her forehead and back around so fast it makes her dizzy. if you thought she was red before, she's somehow gone an even deeper shade of brick. now she's the one pulling her hat down over her head. "y/n!! cut it out, we're in public!" she hisses at you, but there's no real venom behind it. "sorry, i couldn't help it. you just looked too pretty to resist," you say, and start walking toward the city. even through the brim of her hat, nobara can see you walking away. before catching up, she's rooted in place wondering how on earth she got so lucky.
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zenin maki - "y/n, i look stupid. can i take this off?" you smile at her, only your head sticking out from your door. "nope!!," you gleefully respond. maki stands outside your room with an annoyed look and crossed arms, wearing the maid outfit you dropped off at her house this morning. you quickly close the door and speedily drag your socks up your thighs and tuck the matching headband into your hair. admiring yourself in the mirror one last time, you opened the door and shyly step out in your own maid outfit. "how do i look?," you say, tucking a lock of hair behind your ear.
maki.pdf has crashed. her eyes flick up and down your body, a slight blush forming on her pearlescent cheeks. you note her silence and flounce over to her. tucking your hands behind your back and rocking on your heels, you lean forward. "maaaaaaaaki," you languish in her name, dragging out the syllables. "cat got your tongue?" she snaps back to the real world, a coy smile on her lips. she moves swiftly, and before you know it she's pressed up against you with a hand on your lower back and the other hand tilting your chin up at her. "of course not, darling, but i wouldn't mind getting yours," she says, gently stroking her thumb over your lips. you momentarily flush, a pretty pink haze spreading over your face. you wiggle out of her hold and kiss the tip of her nose, before dashing down the hallway.
confused, maki watches as you return with...a broom. "c'mon! maids clean, don't they?" you say as you hand her the broom. maki bemusedly watches as you pull out a rag and a can of pledge. "y/n. you called me here, with a maid outfit, so we could clean your house?" she ask. "yep!". oh my. maki watches as you spray chemicals over the table, then polish it clean with the rag. fuck it, she starts sweeping your hallway. "am i even going to get anything out of this?", whining, she stops sweeping. you pause and smile. "of course maki. after all, i have to pay you for your services." maki smirks at you, resting her hands and head on top of the broom. "oh? and what would that be?" she says, raising her eyebrows. "anything you want." maki's smirk deepens, and she goes back to sweeping. "and if i want you?" you too go back to your cleaning. "well, in that case, i suppose you have to do a really good job of cleaning."
your house has never looked cleaner.
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inumaki toge - you dip your paintbrush into the water, swirling it around and making sure it was clean before dipping it into bubblegum-colored paint. inumaki sits on the other side of you, though part of him is obscured by his easel. you would have asked him to move a few hours ago, but luckily you were almost done painting him. the sun was starting to set, so the colors of the setting were changing a bit but you were sure inumaki wouldn't care too much if you took some artistic liberties. you added the pink streaks in the clouds, trying to fluff them up as much as possible and make them look sweet. you frowned as you went a bit too far, having to clean your paintbrush and then touch up the painting with white.
finally, a few more mistakes and fixes later, you think you're satisfied with your work. it was a portrait of inumaki, sitting on his artist's stool with the blue sky and green hill in the background. a few hours ago it would have been an almost perfect rendering of the scene, save for the fact that you decided to paint him without his trademark collar over his face. you happened to love the seal on his face and tongue, but his covering of it made him more insecure about it as time went on. as he got used to seeing his face without it, he wondered if it would just be better if he didn't have a seal on his face at all. now he barely pulls down his collar, only ever to shout out cursed speech commands. "toge can we see each others' paintings now?" you ask. "okaka!" he responds. you sigh and say, "okay, let me know when you're done." you continue to add a few more cursory details until you hear "takana!" from the other easel. you poke your head around, asking, "do you want me to go first?" inumaki nods, and gets up.
you hold your breath as he walks over to survey your work. you feel him stop behind you and just...stare. no tsunamayo, no sujiko, not even an okaka. "what do you think?" you ask. he says nothing, and just points to his painted mouth. you look at him and feel a little bit crushed; he doesn't look angry or anything, but rather a little deflated. "are you upset i painted the curse seal?" you ask him. he responds with a slightly desolate "okaka" and your chest clutches a little bit. you wanted to show him how pretty he was with the seal, but you supposed you would have to go a bit further. "toge can you come a little closer?" he complies and moves right next to you. you quickly jump off the stool and clasp his face in your hands. slowly, you pull down his collar, revealing the seal. you hold his gaze for a moment longer, and then gently press kisses along the surface of the curse. you make sure to touch every angle, feeling the heat of his skin rise each new time your lips touch the curse. you pull your head back and say, "i think the curse seal is pretty. the way it curves along your cheek is just gorgeous, it's such a rich shade of black, and it looks the best when i see you smile. but most of all, you make it look pretty. i like the curse seal because it's a part of you." inumaki softly smiles when he hears this, and just wraps you up into a hug. you two stay like that for a minute or two, interrupted only by "can i see your painting of me now?" "shake."
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nanami kento - you two are at home in the kitchen. normally you both take turns cooking and cleaning, but tonight you decided to make dinner together. nanami is cutting up vegetables for your curry, while you focus on cooking the chicken in the sauce. soft music plays while a delicious aroma fills the room. nanami finishes cutting up the vegetables, neatly zooshing them into the pan with the knife. you add coconut milk and spices, stirring as the sizzling gets loud, and then gently recedes into a soft bubbling. you watch the pan carefully as nanami shifts behind you, wrapping his arms around your front. his face rests on your shoulder as you both watch the pan bubble away.
he gently bites your ear, asking, "how was your day?". your hand comes up to rest on his cheek, sighing contently. "fine. i was a bit busy, but nothing out of the ordinary. how was yours?". nanami sighs, the air lusciously dancing around your ear. "mmmmmm...annoying. or, more aptly, gojou was." you laugh, imaging all the ways the he could have been a nuisance. "is that so?," you say. "yes, but i don't want to dwell on it. work is work, and i'd rather focus on my time outside of it," nanami says. "like focusing on you," he breathes into your ear. he gently spins you around so that you're facing him, and pulls you closer to his body. he wraps his arms around your back, and you wrap your arms around his neck. you two begin to softly dance to the music, not even moving from the spot you're currently in. it's not perfect dancing by any standards; in fact, you think you're off-beat. still, with nanami humming in your ear and such a comforting aura surrounding you, you don't really think it matters.
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gojou satoru - for once, you two aren't running around and acting crazy. instead, you've just woken up to rain pattering on the window and cloudy skies overhead. gojou is still asleep in bed, blindfold slipped over his face with his closed eyes revealed to the world. you smile, enjoying the sight. it's not often you two get time to just be together, with gojou being gone all the time, his students needing his attention, and your own life and responsibilities. you slip out of the room and into the kitchen, cutting up fruit and making coffee. you bring it back into the room, the smell waking up your drowsy boyfriend. crystalline eyes look up at you, filled with love and adoration. you sit on the bed as he sits up, passing him a plate and a mug.
"hey, i just had the craziest dream," he says, mouth full of raspberries. "oh? would you like to tell me about it?," you respond, sipping your coffee. gojou smirks at you. "well, normally i would say to never tell a bad dream before breakfast because that's the surest way to make it come true, but i don't believe in that, and anyways i could kick the dream curse's ass if it came to it. so, itadori is a woman, and sukuna keeps taking over to play with boobs, right?". he rambles on, and you think he's actually making some of this up on the fly, but it's entertaining and you don't want to interrupt him. he tells you the whole story, and by the end you've both finished your breakfast. you're still laughing at the part where inumaki is left at the alter by nobara chasing after maki, when he picks up your plate and mug and places it on the little table beside the bed.
"satoru, what are you-," you're interrupted as he swiftly pulls you into his lap, your back flush against his chest. confused, he hands you the book on the side table while he picks up a stack of reports. he opens them and starts reading, while you look at him in confusion. he apprehensively pauses and looks at you. "we don't get to have a lot of quiet time like this," he hesitantly explains, "so i thought we could just do something with each other, even if it's just reading. i have to read these reports and you wanted to finish that book anyway, so i thought we could start like this." he smiles down at you, and it's like he shoots warmth straight into your chest and fans it out to the tips of your fingers, toes, and eyelashes. you ghost his cheek with a kiss and burrow into his chest. "of course, 'toru. this is absolutely perfect." you feel his chest skip a beat through your skin, and try to hid your smile. you open your book while he resumes his reports, and bask in the comfort of shared love.
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hellu, can I request how would Delinquents, teachers, and bullies react to female reader pepper-sprayed the twins for self-defense when they try to beat up reader?
Hello, it's been a while, I'm sorry it took so long- I've been dealing with a lot of school assignments and I can't lie that I have frequent breakdowns over this-
I'll try and upload the requests that I already have and see if I should open up for requests again, or leave it be closed until the waves of work I need to do gets less overwhelming.
I hope y'all are doing great, stay safe everyone.
I'll make this a very short scenario boo.
TW: this is basically a civil war at this point- // for each pair, I'll add a different context (since technically the delinquents aren't from the same institution as the bullies) // female reader // bullying // self defense // anxiety // bullying (verbal and physical) // mentions of stalker behavior and brief mentions of distrust and paranoia
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Triple Spice combo [Yandere!Teachers / Yandere!Delinquents / Yandere!Bullies x F!Reader - Scenario]:
đLet me set the stage for a quick sec!đ
So I'll explain what will happen- This is basically a post with three different timelines, each one based on each character type you're more interested in (example: you want some sour delinquents? You can follow the delinquent timeline and see how they react). Each follows almost similar circumstances, but still a bit differently to be able to fit for each individual timeline.
Come with me boo cause this one is long!
đ: đBully's Timelineđ
You have been the target of bullying for some weeks now, ever since you crossed some rich kids while going to your college. Unfortunately for you, they seem to be heading to the same location as you, apparently they also studied there- Although it should have been quite obvious. You're not the type to confront people physically, and you don't really feel like capable of fighting people of on your own, but because with their constant presence in your life you started to feel the need to get yourself prepared for what was going to come- Especially since you didn't feel like you could count on anyone.
You bought pepper spray in hopes of being able to stop your tormentors from continuing with their sick game.
That's when the incident happened, you were minding your own business when they came looking for trouble. You took the opportunity to finally put a stop on this by spraying their eyes with it.
âłïžđBulliesđ:
â Alexandra Coldwell:
It was so fast and so painful that she couldn't even understand what just happened- Like- How dare you?! How fucking dare you?!! You think this is funny? This wasn't supposed to happen at all!
"- AAAAH!- what?- OH MY GOD-" Alexandra wasn't able to even finish her sentence, the pain was too much for her to handle. As she dropped to the ground trying to clean her eyes out, she couldn't help but feel confused as to what had even happened.
How could you do something so cruel to her?? Yes, she followed you, bullied you, made rumours about you, pulled your hair a couple of times and maybe she did throw insults towards you- But she didn't try to blind you!!
The worst part isn't even the humiliation she is going through, it's the fact you thought you would be able to pull a stunt like this and go away without any scars- She is so, absolutely livid by your stupidity.
Alexandra knows you must be liking this- And you know what? Enjoy your last free moments cause she will make sure you'll pay for it. She'll make sure to have a proper revenge under her sleeve, a proper punishment for harming someone like her in public.
Darling, darling, I hope you start looking behind your back from now on, never know what could happen when the person who is obsessed with you is just as insanely pissed off as they're madly in love with you.
â Adrien Coldwell:
It was so fast and so painful that he couldn't even understand what just happened- Like- How dare you?! How fucking dare you?!! You think this is funny? This wasn't supposed to happen at all!
"- What- Oh my God I'm DYING!-" Adrien would be a lot more dramatic about it, even if he can articulate in great detail how much it hurts. In his panicked state, he started trying to wipe the substance with his sleeves- Which only helped to spread it more.
How fucking dare you not only hurt his precious eyes but also humiliate him on public like this?! What has gotten into you?? Yeah- I guess he did say hurtful stuff, followed you around to torment you, did throw stuff at you- But ya know- He didn't try to take your eyeballs out!?? Now that he thinks about it, he probably should have.
Adrien has a very weird view on your "relationship"- He thinks you're above him and so he must push you down, he loves you but being gentle with you will leave you to pull this kind of shit.
You're probably laughing to yourself now, the man is temporarily blind and you are laughing at him, you're somehow worse than he thought.
Still, he'll make you pay for it, don't worry about it dearest- You're fucked regardless. You tried to stand against him and now sadly he'll have to put you in your place again. Don't worry, it won't be so early- He still needs to prepare his plan.
Darling, darling, I hope you start looking behind your back from now on, never know what could happen when the person who is obsessed with you is just as insanely pissed off as they're madly in love with you.
đ: đTeacher's Timelineđ
You have been the target of bullying for some weeks now, ever since you crossed some rich kids while going to your college. Unfortunately for you, they seem to be heading to the same location as you, apparently they also studied there- Although it should have been quite obvious. You're not the type to get physical when it comes to defending yourself, but you felt that you still needed to do something about it- You talked with the only person you could trust in this moment, since they were your mentor and you needed some guidance from someone that could potentially help you solve this out.
Their idea was to be able to personally see the harassment happening so they could have visual proof of who is doing what to you, hopefully being able to expel the ones causing you harm.
They personally gave you pepper spray in hopes that if they aren't near you to help you, you can at least defend yourself in some way.
That's when the incident happened, you were minding your own business when they came looking for trouble. You took the opportunity to finally put a stop on this by spraying their eyes with it.
âłïžđTeachersđ:
â Matthew Robinson:
Although you thought to be in a situation where no one would be able to help you- Causing you to use your only item of self-defense- That couldn't have been further from the truth, as Matthew has made sure to pay close attention to you after you came by and ask for his guidance. It was a call for help and he would have been a horrible mentor to not make sure you'll follow his instructions, and it seemed like you did perfectly fine.
He got to be present to not only see the ones causing you harm, but also to see how well you're able to take care of yourself. He was going to intervene as soon as he saw them come closer, but you managed to stop them all by yourself- Honestly he is very proud of you for being able to stand your ground.
Since Matthew was able to see them starting the aggression just like many other witness surrounding the scene, he felt like he had an argument strong enough to be able to properly punish your bullies- Of course he is aware that the Coldwells have a reputation for getting staff members fired for trying to reprimanding them, but honestly he has been inside this place long enough already.
Getting fired isn't his problem, his problem is not being able to give them what they deserve for frightening you, and even worse than that: He needed to make sure you would stay safe in and out of college- You came to him saying they were following you outside of your classes, so of course he'll be worried for your safety.
After expelling the Coldwells, Matthew will just need to find a way of keeping you safe and under his surveillance, you may need more guidance after all, and it would be extremely worrying to not have you by his side. He just needs to plan out a better schedule for you two, one where he can be more present in your life after you're done with your classes.
I wonder what plan comes to his mind.
â Madeline Allen:
Although you thought to be in a situation where no one would be able to help you- Causing you to use your only item of self-defense- That couldn't have been further from the truth, as Madeline has made sure to pay close attention to you after you came by and ask for her guidance. Madeline has been following you while you walked through the school's halls as she recorded every interaction you had with any of the other students. After you called her for help she entered full protection mode, she was set on getting your tormentors expelled.
However, Madeline hasn't been inside the institution to be able to earn the trust of the other teachers, or even the principal themselves- She needed some evidence and better witness testimony than those from students who were terrified of getting in trouble with the bullies around this place. You could say she had a guess as to who could be causing you trouble but she wouldn't be allowed to take action unless she could prove their identity and involvement in bullying you.
She gave you the pepper spray hoping you would feel less worried, to feel calmer in knowing you had not only something that you could use against them but also to symbolize how she would be there for you if you needed. Seeing you using it for the first time as you spray in the eyes of the culprits made her realize that she was in fact correct. Of course it's them, right?
If there is something wrong happening in Amaryllis, you can almost always pin it for being the Coldwell's fault. Bullying it's probably the least surprising thing this little demons have been accused of- Still, their rein over this institution and your worried little mind ends today, she doesn't care if she lost her job or if they try ruining her life by blackmailing her and such-
They can try but she is pretty sure they won't have any luck finding her, what can I say, she is good at burning evidence. What worries her though it's what will happen to you if they ever try to take their frustrations out on you again. She can't allow that to happen, you'll end up getting hurt and she'll feel awful if it was because of her interference in the case.
You need her help after all, right? You did come to her asking for guidance, and clearly you know nothing about physical self-defense- You clearly need someone to take care of you dearest. She needs to plan this out carefully, not only so the twins aren't allowed in school's grounds but to hopefully be able to guide you even if she is not your teacher anymore. But how could she have you near her everyday after classes?
I wonder what plan comes to her mind.
đ: đDelinquent's Timelineđ
You have been the target of bullying for some weeks now, ever since you crossed some rich kids while going to your college. Fortunately for you, they didn't seem to go the same college as you did- Yet what you should have known was that nothing in life could have been so simple, you would still see them again over and over again after that incident. You started to feel anxious knowing that they were probably stalking you to know exactly when and where to find you, and since you already have to deal with going to a horrible institution and fearing for your own safety everyday.
You bought pepper spray so you could defend yourself not only from your stalkers but also from any possible classmate that could end up trying something weird with you.
That's when the incident happened, you were minding your own business when they came looking for trouble. You took the opportunity to finally put a stop on this by spraying their eyes with it.
âłïžđDelinquentsđ:
â Jackson Macnee:
He doubts you noticed that he was there when that happened, he doubts that you even care if he is staring at you at all- He always thought you were probably too scared of him to even tell him to stop, most people aren't scared of his appearance but are at least aware of his title, so they at least respect the path he walks. He is already used to this.
But let me tell you, to see the Coldwells come so near his territory seemed pretty interesting at first- Until he discovered why they were dumb enough to come here. He didn't know you were being bullied, let alone by these brats- He did notice you had changed your behavior recently, although he didn't pay any attention to it because he thought you were just getting accustomed with the way things work around Saint's Bernard hellhole of a place.
He was hoping that maybe you were just having issues with settling in- It is a rough place after all, and although he wishes deep down to be able to help you feel stronger he still feels like he shouldn't make you do something you don't want to. If you wished to talk to him, you should just go straight to him (even if he is aware of how terrifying that could be).
However, Jack was so far from the truth. His assumptions were confirmed fake after he saw the twins Coldwell treat you like he treated him- It was unbearable to watch, it was like he was seeing his past collide with his present self, you were reminding him of all the things he hated about himself, while also bringing his blood to boil in a desperate need to help you out. Yet he didn't need to do anything about it, you managed to defend yourself on your own.
It wasn't as rewarding to watch as he wanted it to be, but you sure did crack their ego pretty badly- He shouldn't have doubted you, after all he has been stalking you for so long, he should have known what you were capable of doing. Still, he doesn't trust the Coldwells enough to just let them run away like that, they would probably come back soon.
In the meantime, this should be a good excuse to get to talk with you, right? You clearly need some actual training, some flimsy pepper spray bottle isn't going to stop them from coming back. I hope you're ready to be trained by a lovesick delinquent, he won't be soft until he knows you can stand on your own.
â Jannette Sartorius
She doubts you noticed that she was there when that happened, she doubts that you even care if she is staring at you at all- She always thought you were probably too scared of her to even tell her to stop, most people are scared of her. She is trying to get used to it.
Janette thinks she has every reason to observe you from afar, you're beautiful and you seem too precious to be in a place as horrible as this one, it must suck a lot for you to be somewhere like this-Seeing people like her.
She considered calling you to join her gang, but she is sure that you'll probably deny the offer- Physical confrontation was never your thing right? She can respect that.
Although you don't talk with her, or even interact with the other students at all, she did notice you were acting a bit more- Reclusive these days. Something was wrong, and sadly she would have to find out about it way too late.
Janette didn't know the twins personally, she knew they were rich and famous but- Yeah, she didn't really care about knowing anything about them, they're just some pretty faces amongst the others in the fashion industry. She does envy them a little bit, but tries to avoid anything relating to them since she feels self-conscious looking at their pictures. Now she has a new reason to hate their porcelain faces, they were stalking you.
They were stalking you and taunting you, and if you didn't do anything to stop them she would have already jumped in. They were alone, and honestly she doubts they have any idea of how to go one on one with someone- There is no way these brats have any experience in fighting, right?
Well, she didn't get to know that since they ran away after you sprayed their faces with pepper spray, clever girl.
She knows this is probably not the end of this, they did threaten to come back and hurt you for defending yourself. But you know- She doesn't plan on letting that happen, not again. Consider yourself lucky cause now you just got a new best friend who I set on protecting you.
Is there something wrong with that? Aren't you happy with being her friend? Well, you could just go to "girlfriends" if that's what you want- She wouldn't mind it at all.
Janette prefers to take care of you without you having to watch her beat someone's ass- But she could teach you a few things if you wished to, hey, spending time with someone so cool it's always nice, so of course she'll take every chance she can to spend as much time with you as possible.
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Innocence
Nolofinweâs first thought was that Feanaro had sired another son and neglected to mention it.
A second thought dismissed this as ridiculous, given a momentâs comparison between the age of the child (halfway to adolescence) and the length of time Feanaro had previously been able to resist announcing that he had another child (half a breath).
His second thought was that Curufinwe had sired a child, but given that then he would have had to miss both a birth and a marriage announcement, he was inclined to doubt it.
âI did say Atar was unavailable for a reason,â Pityo said helpfully from behind him.
âNo,â Nolofinwe said after another moment of stunned silence spent exchanging stares with a bright eyed and half sized Feanaro, âyou said, and I quote, âAtar is unavailable for - reasons.â Forgive me for assuming you were just trying to get rid of me.â
Feanaro had hopped up to perch on the scarred wood of his much abused workbench, presumably so he could continue the staring contest from a more equitable position. âWhy do we want to get rid of you?â he asked. âWho are you, anyway?â
Nolofinwe blinked.
He wasnât quite sure which sentence had hit him harder. It was probably better not to think about it.
âHe doesnât know who I am either,â Pityo in a voice that was clearly trying to substitute manic cheer for sanity. âI think an experiment went wrong.â
âHow do you know it went wrong?â Feanaro demanded. âMaybe I was trying to do this.â
Well, at least some things hadnât changed. âBut we are accepting the premise that this was an experiment.â
Pityo looked helplessly around Feanaroâs workroom, with its profusion of strange tools, unidentifiable substances, and suspicious jewelry, as if to ask, What else could it be?
âThatâs what the - my notes say,â Feanaro said, and the stumble revealed the first hint of uncertainty in this whole mess. âI think.â
Nolofinwe snatched up the closest sheaf of papers.
It immediately became apparent why Feanaro had not been able to make that statement with any more certainty.
âHeâs developed another system of writing,â he said blankly. It was not quite a question. âWasnât coming up with one enough?â
Feanaro brightened. âI made a new system of writing? Whatâs it like? Will you show me?â
âItâs not a whole new system,â Pityo said at the same time. âItâs just his code. I suppose . . . â And he gestured helplessly again, this time at his miniaturized father.
âI recognize some of it,â Feanaro said defensively. âAnd I figured out some of the rest. Iâm sure Iâll get it eventually.â
âHeâs stuck like this until he can decode his own notes?â
Pityo shook his head. âCurufinwe should be able to decode it. Probably. He taught it to all of us, itâs just . . . been a while.â
âHe said I have seven sons,â Feanaro said. He sounded enormously impressed by this information. âAre you one of them?â
It took a lifetime of controlling his expression in court not to choke.
âNo,â Pityo said, sounding horrified.
Nolofinwe was not particularly eager to hear how one of Feanaroâs sons would explain him.
âIâm your brother,â he said. âNolofinwe.â
He was not at all prepared for the way Feanaro glowed.
Or for the way Feanaro flung himself off the worktable and wrapped himself around Nolofinwe like the octopus Arafinwe had once shown him.
Before Nolofinwe could react, Feanaro had already clambered up, tiny limbs jabbing into Nolofinwe and awkwardly pulling at the jewels pinned to his court finery, until Feanaro had secured himself firmly on Nolofinweâs back, pointy chin digging into his head.
âThere,â Feanaro said triumphantly. âNow Iâm taller than you again.â
âAgain?â Nolofinwe asked, automatically adjusting his grip on Feanaroâs legs to keep him from falling. He was abruptly thankful that Pityo had managed to dig up some child sized clothes before he got here.
âYouâre my little brother,â Feanaro said matter-of-factly. âIâm taller than you.â
Nolofinwe was, in fact, about a hands-width taller than Feanaro, a fact that he was privately and perhaps bit embarrassingly proud of.
He resisted the urge to share this fact with his currently younger half-brother.
This bit of maturity was helped by the fact that he was still processing the look on Feanaroâs face when he had found out who Nolofinwe was to him.
He took a deep breath. âBack to our most urgent concern,â he said. âIf Curufinwe is the only one who can translate these notes, where is he?â
Pityo bit his lip. âOut with the others, probably. We were all helping Makalaure set up for his performance at the festival tonight. I just came back to grab something and found . . . â
âMe,â Feanaro said, small arms temporarily squeezing tighter in their grip.
âRight,â Nolofinwe said. He resisted the urge to rub between his eyes. âI donât suppose you have any idea why you were trying to make yourself younger in the first place? I assume you intended to keep your memories while you did so, but that still doesnât explain the rest of it.â
âThatâs obvious, isnât it?â For once, Feanaroâs voice wasnât smug, just matter of fact. âI was probably trying to figure out how to make other things younger and just tested it out on myself.â
âBut why? We already have the means to preserve items - â
âBut not animals,â Feanaro said, one arm releasing him so he could wave it excitedly. âOr we donât, at least, and I bet you donât either. If I could make this work, then people could have horses or cats that theyâd never have to lose.â His voice was passionate with excitement for a project that wasnât even really his, and for all the distance and anger between them, Nolofinwe didnât have to wonder even for a moment why.
âBut did you have to try it on yourself first?â he asked instead even though, rationally speaking, it was a waste of time to direct the question to Feanaro just now.
âI donât think he did,â Pityo said. âThereâs a loaf of bread on the table that Iâm pretty sure was stale this morning, and when I opened the door to come in here, a kitten ran out. This was just . . . the next logical step.â
Nolofinwe gave him a flat look. Pityo jerked his chin up stubbornly.
Feanaro tugged on the collar of his robes to regain his attention. âArenât you even a little impressed, Nolo? I turned back time!â
âOf course itâs impressive,â he said, automatically reassuring. It had the benefit of also being true. âItâs just also insane.â
Feanaro was apparently not bothered by the second part of this because he settled back down almost immediately, pointy chin once again burrowing into Nolofinweâs shoulder.
Pityo looked about to protest, but apparently he didnât want Feanaroâs pointy chin any closer to his own shoulders because he kept his objections to himself. âLook,â he said instead. âIâll go get Curufinwe and bring him back here to start working on things. I would have gone earlier, but I couldnât leave him alone.â
And the last thing they needed was for word of this to spread around Tirion, which went unsaid.
Technically, of course, he was one of the people such word would have been kept from; there were a half dozen plans that could be pushed forward in the court with infinitely more ease with the knowledge that Feanaro would not be interfering for the foreseeable future, and Pityo knew it.
But it was hard to think of that while Feanaro was clinging to him like Nolofinweâs own children had been too old to do for ages. And if Pityo hadnât trusted him not to turn the situation to his own advantage, he at least trusted him enough to look after Feanaro now that he knew.
That was something.
So he just nodded, and Pityo took off like a deer with the whole hunt of Orome behind it.
When the door swung shut behind him, Nolofinwe turned his head so that he could better see Feanaro and said, âYouâre taking this very well.â
Heâd waited in case Feanaro took that as he cue to start not taking things well; he didnât think the situation would be in any way improved by Feanaro bursting into tears in front of his son.
But Feanaro just shrugged. âItâs an adventure!â he said with a blinding grin that faded a bit into thoughtfulness. âAnd Iâve seen my notes in here and . . . and some of Amilâs tapestries upstairs. It looks like a house Iâd have.â
And of course there was no reason to be concerned, Nolofinwe supposed; Feanaro was safe, there was no reason to suppose heâd ever be anything other than totally safe. This was Aman, not long ago Cuivenien, but still.
He supposed the world had changed since Feanaro was a child after all because he still couldnât quite suppress a thrill of vicious vicarious unease. Feanaro in his right mind would not want to be this vulnerable, especially not in front of the half-brother that he now seemed for inexplicable reasons to adore.
But Feanaro was now squirming down from his place on Nolofinweâs back. He let him down quickly, and Feanaro circled around and reclaimed his perch on the workbench, face suddenly very serious.
âThose werenât the only things I saw upstairs,â he said. âI saw the bedrooms too.â
âOh?â Nolofinwe said, at a loss as to why this, of all things, would upset a child-sized Feanaro.
Feanaroâs shoulders were tense. âI saw my bedroom,â he clarified, and when this still provoked no answer, his chin jutted out. âDonât play stupid with me,â he insisted. âI saw. It was my bedroom, just mine. Something happened to their mother, didnât it?â
His voice shook over the word âsomething.â
It probably said something too that he said "their mother" and not "my wife," but given his current age, mothers were probably an infinitely more comfortable topic, even considering the history of his own.
Nolofinwe sat down beside him. âNothing happened to Nerdanel,â he said gently. Feanaro perked up just a little at the extra information he had just inadvertently provided, so Nolofinwe gave him some more. âThatâs her name. She has hair just as red as Pityoâs, and sheâs a sculptor. Her workshop should still be here. Have you seen it?â
Feanaro shook his head.
âSheâs the best in Aman,â Nolofinwe said, and it was no empty flattery. âSheâs gone to visit her family, thatâs all. Nothing bad.â
âShe went to visit her family, and she took everything with her?â Feanaro said skeptically.
Nolofinwe had come here hoping to discuss a few details of the festival with his brother before he went to push his case for the new university's funding in court. He had prepared for that. He had not prepared how to discuss the difficulties in his brotherâs marriage with a child who wasnât familiar with any possible difficulties in marriage beyond death.
âYou had a fight,â he admitted.
Feanaro considered this. âDid I win?â
âThat depends on how you define winning,â Nolofinwe said dryly. âBut regardless, she is very much still alive.â
This seemed to satisfy Feanaro. At the very least, he moved on. âSo how much older than you am I?â he asked, and there was a strange look on his face now.
Nolofinwe didnât really see how the answer could do any harm, but something about the look on Feanaroâs face made him wary. âYou had already started your apprenticeship when I was born,â he said, leaving at least a little ambivalence in case he needed it later.
Feanaroâs shoulders slumped a fraction, but he recovered quickly, leaning forward eagerly. âBut I started that young, didnât I?â
âYou did,â he admitted. âYouâd finished it before you were of age.â
Feanaro nodded, calculations running behind his eyes. âAnd I bet she didnât have you right away,â he said, fingers tapping quickly, like a count. âThey would have waited.â
âThatâs . . . true,â he said warily.
âSo it wonât be much longer then,â Feanaro said cheerfully. âFrom my perspective, I mean, I know itâs already handled here.â
Cheerfully?
Feanaro had apparently noticed his confusion because he rolled his eyes. âIâm not an idiot,â he said with a deep scorn that was far more familiar than any other expression heâd worn that day. âI know where babies come from. Atar couldnât have given me a brother on his own.â
âTwo brothers,â he said blankly. âArafinwe - â
Feanaro grinned. âEven better.â But the grin faltered quickly. âDid she - blame me? When she came back, and you turned out alright, did she think it was my fault?â
When she came back.
He had wondered, earlier, just how old Feanaro was.
Too young, apparently, to know of his fatherâs decision to remarry.
That explained . . . a lot.
Feanaroâs face had crumpled in the face of his silence.
âOf course not,â he said. âOf course not, she would never blame you.â He wrapped an arm around Feanaro and pulled him closer.
Feanaroâs shoulders shook. âYou donât have to lie to me,â he said, stubbornly not crying. âIâm not a baby.â
âShe didnât blame you,â he invented wildly. âShe blamed Atar. But she forgave him, as Arafinwe obviously proves.â
It came out almost naturally. It would have been entirely naturally if it hadnât belatedly occurred to him just how much trouble he would be in if Feanaro asked the obvious follow-up question and demanded to see her.
Thankfully, at that moment, the muffled sound of the door to the house banging open rang out, followed quickly by the door to the workshop slamming open in its turn.
Curufinwe ran through first, and Fenaaroâs jaw dropped at the older reflection of himself.
For his part, Curufinweâs eyes were immediately drawn to the tears still trembling in his fatherâs eyes. Thunder clouds immediately began to form on his face.
Maitimo was a slightly calmer presence behind him, but his face was still flushed from moving too fast in formal robes in the summer heat. âUncle,â he said, inclining his head. âWe appreciate your assistance.â
Curufinwe opened his mouth. Maitimo very firmly snatched the relevant papers from the workbench and steered him to the other end of the workroom. Curufinwe went, though he kept sending rather understandable glances back toward his Atar.
Maitimo was gentler when he approached Feanaro, kneeling so that they were at eye level. âHello,â he said. âIâm Maitimo. Did Pityo tell you who I am?â
âYouâre the one with all the letters in your room,â Feanaro said, a little warily.
Maitimoâs mouth twitched up in amusement. âThatâs right.â
Curufinwe was in sweat stained work clothes, but Maitimoâs were finer; he must have visited court before going to help Makalaure. Regardless, there were jewels glinting around his neck, and Feanaro, perhaps inevitably, was drawn toward them.
âDid I make those?â he asked eagerly, successfully distracted from his earlier distress, eyes tracing the chain of gold framed rubies that looked like sparks from a fire that wrapped from Maitimoâs shoulder to his waist.
Maitimoâs smile widened. âYou did,â he said. âThey were a gift for my first appointment of any real substance at court.â
Feanaroâs attention turned to Nolofinweâs own court finery and the sapphires twisted into the silver circlet in his hair. âDid I make that?â he demanded.
Nolofinwe resisted the urge to wince. âYou did not.â
That was no crime, of course; it was just that this piece in particular was very pointedly not made by Feanaro. It had, in fact, been made by a Vanyarin smith who had been trumpeted as their very best, and while the Vanyar were not generally known for their smiths, some had boasted that he could challenge even Feanaroâs skill.
Commissioning the piece had been a statement, a declaration that he was not ashamed of his Vanyarin heritage, that Feanaroâs supremacy was not unchallenged, that -
Well. A lot of things. Wearing it was also always a very deliberate jab, and it was one he had been wholeheartedly in favor of this morning.
But he couldnât tell that to the painfully earnest Feanaro of right now.
âYouâve made me others, though,â he said, which was actually true.
There was the delicate silver bracelet that had likely been a long forgotten statement of some kind that Feanaro had gifted him upon his birth. He still had it tucked into a corner of his jewel box despite the fact it was now far too small to be of any possible use. There was the necklace Feanaro had presented to him when he was still very small, and Nolofinwe had been dragged out to Tol Eressea for the first time. He had been terrified of the shadows there and of the sky so dark that stars could peek through, and Feanaro had presented him with a chain of jewels that glowed when his tiny hands squeezed them. There had been a more formal piece too, a diadem, when he reached adolescence and was formally presented to the court. Feanaro had given it to him shortly after he confessed in a tense whisper to his nerves.
There had been a handful of more minor trinkets too, but those had trailed off after that last diadem. Feanaro had been . . . distant, frequently, in his youth, but that had often been a matter of physical distance as much as anything else, and the vast gulf in their ages. When that distance had been crossed, he had been - kind, in that fierce way of his, especially when Nolofinwe had felt weak and most in need of him.
It was when Nolofinwe had proven himself strong that the tension between them had truly arisen as a force in its own right instead of merely an echo of their parentsâ lives. Childish fears of the dark had melted, and a gift for persuasion and rhetoric had sent him on a meteoric rise in courtly influence in their place.
It had not meant the end of gifts, exactly; Feanaro had as much desire to appease their father as Nolofinwe did, and so the gifts had continued at all appropriate occasions. It was just that they were never from Feanaroâs own hand anymore, and with only a few small exceptions, he strongly suspected them to have been selections of first Nerdanel and then Maitimo.
But there had been one exception, even to that. It had, ironically enough, been presented to Nolofinwe shortly after he had first worn the set he was currently draped in.
Unlike every other piece Feanaro had ever given him, the chains had been gold. Most of the jewels had been blue, glowing with a faint light, like the light of the Mingling reflected on the ocean, but the centerpiece, the largest jewel, had been like blood spreading on the water.
A violent image, but still beautiful.
It had been a statement, just like Nolofinweâs own commission, only he had never been entirely certain of the extent of the statement involved. That it had been a defense of Feanaroâs superior craftsmanship was certain, and also a point it was difficult not to concede. The piece looked like a song given form, and it was difficult to tear his eyes away from it when it was in sight.
The rest of it, though - and there surely must be a rest of it - was less certain, and so for the most part, Nolofinwe left it quietly in its box.
Just this once, though, it surely couldnât do much harm.
âIf youâre still like this tomorrow, Iâll wear it then,â he promised.
Feanaroâs dark mood vanished for a moment before being replaced by new urgency. âWe canât wait that long! I have to be older again by tonight.â
Tension immediately reentered the room.
âOh?â Maitimo asked with forced calm. âDid you see something concerning in your notes?â
Feanaro shook hs head. âNo, but Pityo said Makalaureâs concert was tonight, and he said I couldnât leave the house until I was back to normal, so I have to be back to normal by tonight, I have to.â
Maitimo smiled as the tensions slowly drained out again. âIâm sure heâll understand, just this once.â
But Feanaro shook his head fiercely. âAtar always comes when he says he will,â he said firmly. âI have to do the same thing.â
âYou can help me decode these if you want,â Curufinwe offered. âIt would go faster.â
Feanaro hesitated a moment, but an encouraging smile from Nolofinwe sent off him quickly.
Nolofinwe looked after him for a long moment before turning back to Maitimo. âI hate to do this to you,â he said in a low voice, âbut I do have other matters to attend to before the festival begins. If thereâs nothing else I can do . . . ?â
âOf course,â Maitimo said. âLet me show you out.â
âGood,â he said, rising. âThereâs a few things you should probably know . . . â
He explained his lies with a hint of guilt as Maitimo showed him to the door, but if Feanaro's eldest resented them, he said nothing of it.
He should at least say goodbye. He knew he should. He would be late to see Atar if he did, but Atar would never hold it against him, especially if he explained the cause.
He just - couldn't.
. . .
He hadnât wanted to leave, exactly, but with both Feanaro and his sons pouring over the notes, Nolofinwe had little doubt the issue would be resolved quickly.
He simply preferred not to be standing right there when it was.
He had no idea whether or not Feanaro would remember what had happened. He wasnât sure which alternative would be worse.
Either way, he would return to find things largely unchanged by his absence. He had resisted the urge to tell the king what had happened. They would have to if things persisted, of course, but he truly did not think they would, and in the meantime - it felt like a betrayal, as absurd as that was, to reveal Feanaro's joy at what could have been to anyone else.
Perhaps that was why as he dressed for the concert, he couldnât quite help his hand lingering over a certain box.
It wasnât quite what he had promised, but it was probably the best he could do.
And it was, after all, almost certainly the finest he owned. It was a shame to let a few complications keep it hiding in the dark.
. . .
(The concert is out in the open, great flocks of elves streaming through the festival streets to gather around the stage. Nolofinwe walks with his wife on his arm, waiting for the first golden note.)
(It is struck just as the Mingling starts. The light shimmers as it dances off the jewels on Nolofinweâs chest.)
(For just a moment, through the crowd, he spots Feanaro, once more only a handâs width shorter than Nolofinweâs own height.)
(Feanaro does not approach him.)
(But his gaze catches on the dazzling jewels, and just for a moment, his half-brother smiles.)
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enslaving appetence.
the man dressed in white was an enigma, but his revolting desire to possess you for all of his eternity wasn't. na jaemin was the devil's entity in human form, and he scorched you in the burning flames of your nightmares.
pairingă
Ą yandere!jaemin x fem!reader
other charactersă
Ą best friend and crush!jeno
genreă
Ą yandere!au
warningsă
Ą madman!jaemin, stalking, obsession, unhealthy possessiveness, mentions of sexual preferences, breach of privacy, implied physical abuse, use of a baseball bat.
song recă
Ą she will be loved by maroon 5
disclaimeră
Ą as far as my miniscule intelligence could muster, i may have posted this piece on wattpad a year ago or two under the name 'neo alternative plots' or alike. with that explanation, please don't react to the oneă
Ąshot's presence here on tumblr negatively. this also isn't proofread.
You watched as the pink decorations of the ceiling mimicked your nose, the happy smile on your face getting greeted by an excited Roseanne. You embraced her dressed her figure as she did your own, the gentle noise of the lullabies of her favorite songs supplemented her girlish saturnalia.
You observed your environment and smiled widely, this was the theme you wanted when you were sixteen, and you're happy your best friend got to live her dreams.
You were scooping in a small bowl of punch to drink and munch on as all of you were at the backyard of Roseanne's home, a film on going about your female companion's life story to where she is now. As you were about to pull a slice of lasagna from the tray, a large figure dressed in white shadowed your hand.
You looked up to see a gorgeous brunette with dark, tantalizing eyes, his pretty lips in a small lopsided smile. You unconsciously swallowed the lump in your throat and pulled your hand away from him, apologizing for the things you've never done wrong.
âI don't accept apologies from gentle faces, princess.â A lethargic smirk made its way to his devastatingly breathtaking face, the air escaping your nose suddenly asking for entrance.
âAlthough, I'd love to see you rotten.â The leathery substance of his inky voice held your throat captive in its seat, the inching hand on your own tiny one made your skin crawl. Your eyes trembled from their sockets, the humidity of his lips turning your skin cold.
What did he want to turn you in?
R-Rotten?
âP-please,â You squeaked, his eyes turning darker, duller, more disheartening. âLet go of me.â The nimble appendages around yours tightened their grip, the male forced a smile. You yanked your hand away, and a broad back made its way to greet your mousy nerves. Your cheek touched the soft fabric of his lavender pullover, and you immediately acknowledged the scent.
âRespect the girl's privacy, man.â Jeno grumbled from his strong stance, the sardonic, hateful laugh of the man with midnight eyes eyeing your best friend's hand on yours, the way your fingers clutched at Jeno and not at him.
âPretty boy came to pretty girl's rescue, how romantic.â The white silk of his fit tuxedo adjusted, his hand running up the thick strands of his brown hair. His head hung down, but his eyes bulged forward. Your hands scrambled to find substance of relief when his feet came closer and closer, his abyssmal orbs boring right into your savior.
âBetter watch out for the Madman if you want your skin unscathed.â The silence of his voice caused you to wince, and you hid your face on Jeno's back, his hand instinctively holding your arm. The odd chap turned away, went on his heel, and disappeared into the party. You held your head, Jeno turning immediately to hold you close to him.
âYou're alright, [Name]. You're safe.â Tears blurred your vision and you cried, large thumbs swiping them away. Jeno didn't need to ask what you needed to have, wanted to hold, he was there through it all, and he's seen you in lights other people haven't, seen you burned and drowned and survived.
âI'll take you home.â Jeno excused the both of you, telling the birthday girl that you needed to leave. Rosie embraced you and wished for your well-being before you left. Jeno never let go of your hand, you've been staring at it for the entire while. The male looks down at you, an apologetic smile on his face.
âI'll hold your hand, don't worry. The parking lot's only a few blocks away, I'll keeping you close.â You didn't give him a response, continuing to walk along side him.
You sat inside the front seat and held your phone with trembling hands, your best friend turning on the heater for you. He kissed your head before driving away from the parking lot, wanting to play the first song of your favorite playlist whenever you're feeling down.
âDă
Ądo you mind?â You softly asked Jeno, his eyes suddenly turning into crescent moons when he looked at you. âGo on.â You turned your phone of and browsed through the screen, pressing onto the first song of a dozen. Your nose had turned red from crying, and the only way you could ease it away was by listening to your favorite songs.
Jeno caught a glimpse of your face once the tune reverberated within the vehicle. He sighed, absolutely despised when male after male molest you. You weren't a toy to play with, you needed care, love and guidance, some things he's always done to you for so long.
You felt revolting. You felt like your world was crippling, distorting, shattering, just as you were finally alright again, just as you were finally read to be happy again. Your fingers shivered despite the ongoing heat of the car. Your best friend took notice and held your hand in his again, your heart almost âskipping another beat.
He brought you to your flat and made sure that your roommates were home. He gave you a towel after knocking on the door for permission, seeing your newly washed face gave him feathers inside. You were so adorable like that. You dried your face and changed into a pair of thick pink pajamas, your thoroughly scrubbed hand rivaling the feminine color.
You assisted Jeno on the way to the door after he made sure all of your windows and doors were locked and snug. You laughed at him softly after the occurrence of a male touching you like a predator temporarily left your mind as you see Jeno with roseate adorning his cheeks.
You look up at him with red eyes, already wrapping your arms around him. âI could kiss you right now.â He muttered, holding your cheek. âBut, I don't have your consent, and your roommates are probably awake.â You giggled wholeheartedly, causing him to heave a sigh despite chuckling.
â[Name], your parents might hate me!â He whined, but you continued to laugh, you didn't give a damn if he brought you to a stage and kissed you in front of a crowd, you didn't care if he kissed you in a family reunion.
âYou two are so annoying!â Someone screamed from two bedrooms down, the both of you and Jeno genuinely laughing. Despite allowing his submission to appear, his hands never left your back protectively, and you felt safer than a baby getting taken care of an entire village.
He held you in his arms one last time before walking through the doorway, closing the door after him. You leaned your back on the smooth wood and slid down, keeping your squeals at minimum. Your person of interest of almost a year held you like you were the most delicate thing in the world, kissed your hair, made you feel special, and wanted your parent's approval of everything.
You went back to your room and screamed into the pillows, your hand waiting for the phone to ding. You eventually turned drowsy, but you couldn't sleep. You tossed and turned, but they were futile. You went downstairs and had three glasses of water, all chugging them down in one go.You washed your face in the kitchen sink and washed your glass and was about to return, not until one of your favorite songs played through the speakers from your room.
Your eyes trembled, and so did your hands.
You immediately hid inside a bottom cabinet, covering your mouth with your hands.Your roommates never entered your room strictly without your word, and they disliked your odd taste in music for them to play your speaker and one of your favored songs. Just before you could foolishly land your foot over the creaking wood of the stairwell, the screeching noise of your room opened, heavy, aching boots gripped the silence of the flat, and you almost pissed yourself.
You covered your ears, the sound of another thumping object frightening you. He desired nothing but to daunt you, turn you into a demented marionette, just like him.
Beauty queen of only eighteen
She had some trouble with herself
He was always there to help her
She always belonged to someone else
Each nerve in your body stiffened and your teeth clattered, you assume your hair stood in all directions, and you're certain your heartbeat's abormally thumping inside your chest. You need Jeno, but your phone's in your room, you could call or run for your roommates, but he'd already be there, appendages wrapped prettily around your neck.
And indeed, he was awaiting for your arrival of submission.
I drove for miles and miles and wound up at your door
I've had you so many times, but somehow, I want more
The deafening dollops of burning rubber on wood ceased sound, but the certain reverberating outcries of polished wood on rusty ones had you inching closer to the corner of an enclosure that barely fit you, and your mind was running wild. He could feel it, your idiotic heartbeat grumbling inside an unprotected fence, something he can break so easily.
âI don't mind spending everyday out on the corner in the pouring rain.â
Your eyes shot up, the accostumed voice in your ears, the silent, demanding whispers, the glacial, dispassionate delivery of a monster, and you've only heard it once. He smirked, tracing the dimly lit crevices from the street lamps standing tall on the fronts of the floor, the thin glass of the windows making him believe how pathetic you were, how much of a feeble-minded whore you were.
Look for the girl with a broken smile
Ask her if she wants to stay a while
You hear footsteps again, aggressive, menacing, resounding, and he was so close, so near of getting his hands on you, taking what was never his. You enclosed your fingers and bit your knuckle, closing your eyes shut. Tears encaptured the pink-stained skin of your plump, delicate cheeks. He could materialize the trembling clatter of your teeth, the perspiration in between your chest, and the reverberating drift of your clenching pussy.
And she will be loved
âShe will be loved.â
#nct dream#nct dream scenarios#nct dream yandere#nct yandere#yandere jaemin#jaemin scenarios#jaemin imagines
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Temporary Home: Chapter 7
Guardians of the Galaxy fanfic | Reader x Guardians (With Yondu and Kraglin!)
Summary: Peter is determined to chip your shell away, but unfortunately, his attempts only seem to annoy you. He might need to step up his game, and by that he means recruiting Mantis, which backfires on him. This could be the start of a war, if Yondu knows what he's talking about.
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Authorâs Note: I got a suggestion from @maribatshipper to add a scene where some actual raccoons get in the trash and Rocket finally sees a raccoon. I love the idea but I unfortunately didn't get a chance to add it to this chapter as it was finished before I saw the suggestion (I'll probably add it later, don't worry! lol) Anyways, it gave me an idea. What's some stuff you guys would like to see happen in this story? I do already know the direction of the story, but this could also be fun!
Word Count: 3,729
You were going to kill Peter. Probably Kraglin too.
It started maybe a couple hours after "the smelly incident," as you had mentally dubbed it, had resolved.
Peter got bored, found some old DVDs in the cabinet below the TV, and when he recognized a movie from when he was a kid, SpaceBalls, he managed to convince you to watch it with them.
He might have also quietly pulled the "unless you're too shy..." card for the thousandth time, and you might have told him it was getting old and he was working his way towards a black eye, but you did agree to watch the film with them. Peter had somehow convinced everyone else to watch the movie, too. Might have had something to do with the fact that no one exactly had anything better to do.
Kraglin sat at on one end of the sofa, Gamora on the other, and Peter & you were sandwiched in the middle, him next to Gamora and you next to Kraglin. Mantis, Rocket and Groot sat on the floor, while Drax and Yondu took the armchairs at either side of the sofa.
Only you and Peter got the Star Wars references, of course, but there were plenty of parts the others found funny even without it. Rocket mostly laughed about how Terrans didn't understand space at all if you thought that's how things worked, and compared Peter to the main character, Lone Star. He meant it in a derogatory way, of course.
At about the scene where Dark Helmet breaks the 4th wall with the line, "What the hell am I looking at? When does this happen in the movie?" Peter had started to notice that you didn't laugh openly like everyone else. You always covered your mouth like you were trying to stifle it, despite no one else bothering to be quiet, least of all Drax, who laughed loudly at parts that weren't even that funny.
That simply wouldn't do. You should be laughing freely with the others, like you did when Kraglin and Rocket got tangled up in the hose, which was probably the only time he had seen a genuine full laugh from you, now that he thought of it. To him, this was evidence that he was right, you needed to break that shell of yours and learn how to loosen up.
Annnd... if that required a little mischief on his part... well then so be it.
He waited a bit, just to see if you'd eventually let yourself relax, but when you just kept biting your lip not to laugh and covering your mouth when you started to, he decided he'd 'help' you along.
The scene came on where Dark Helmet's men were combing the dessert with a literal giant comb, and seeing you trying to stifle another laugh, Peter decided to poke you in the side.
You tried to stifle your squeak and you glared at him, but he just shrugged innocently. Poke you? Never... Doesn't sound like him...
He spaced a couple more pokes within the next few minutes of the film, making you jump and hiss at him to stop. He grinned at you and whispered he thought you could use some help laughing, since it seemed you had forgotten how. The little shit.
You irritably whisper back, "That's not gonna work, I'm not-"
Peter rolled his eyes playfully and replied, "Yeah. Sure. Not ticklish. You've said. Too bad I don't believe you." He made to poke you again and you pinched him hard on the arm, which you admit was childish, but he deserved it for annoying you. He gave you a pouty look in response and then frowned when Gamora scolded him and told him to quit behaving like a child.
You sat back and thought he'd finally quit.
And he might have, seeing that it wasn't quite working as he hoped, but Kraglin, who of course noticed your flinching and the childish bickering between you and Peter, caught Peter's eye and they shared a look. He wanted in on the fun. Movie wasn't all that interesting to him anyways.
Five minutes later you received a poke from each of them simultaneously, making your arms clamp to your sides. You turn your head from side to side to glare at both of them. Quietly threatening to break their fingers if they didn't straighten up and just watch the movie.
Based on their expressions it was clear they didn't take you seriously, but they seemed to back off... for about another ten minutes. That's when they decided to poke you again and you jerked up off the sofa with a "That's it." and moved to sit down on the floor next to Mantis where you knew you were out of their reach.
Gamora smacked Peter in the arm for annoying you off the sofa, but no one paid much mind or reacted with more than a glance as they were paying attention to the movie. Well, except for Yondu, who had fallen asleep and was now snoring softly in his chair.
Peter was slightly disappointed that you hadn't been able to let your guard down, but he wasn't deterred. In fact, he was more determined to not just chip at your shell, but shatter it. There was someone who liked to have fun in there, and he was determined to find them and pull them out.
Thankfully, you were able to finish the rest of the movie unbothered. Rocket complained about the sappy ending where Lone Star and the Princess marry, but then Mantis said she thought it was sweet and he waved her off, grumbling about how she thought everything was sweet, or cute, or whatever...
After the movie you decided to go out to the shed and apply the varnish to the bed frame, and when you came back inside to wash some of the varnish off your hands you were startled when Kraglin snuck up behind you to poke you in the ribs. He dodged just in time to avoid being smacked and ran out of the kitchen, his giggles joined by Peter's in the hall.
You sighed, now thinking you should have taken more time in the shed with the varnish. Maybe cooking something would keep you busy enough, but what would you cook? Your first thought was that lasagna would likely feed everyone, but then you remembered the cheese and you were not about to have a repeat of that morning. You were sure the hairs inside your nose were singed-off forever.
You walk out the kitchen door to catch the men still giggling in the hall and they jump from the unexpected sight of you, probably thinking you had come out to properly smack them for deliberately annoying you. You look at them, unamused, and say, "Supper will be in about an hour if you want it. If there's anything else any of you can't eat you should probably tell me now."
Peter and Kraglin exchanged looks before Peter turned back to you and said, "If there is, we don't know it yet."
Kraglin nodded and added, "Not a lot of experience with Terran food, ma'am."
You cringe slightly at being called ma'am, but give a short nod. "Well, here's hoping I don't poison anyone again," you say, turning to head back to the kitchen. You are stopped when another poke to your waist makes you jump and you turn back with a hand raised to smack him.
Peter recoils with a laugh and says, "Just wondering if you'd like any help in the kitchen?"
You narrow your eyes. "Nope. Think you two better stay out here. Clearly can't trust you not to annoy me." You can hear their chuckles as you walk back into the kitchen.
Mercifully, they left you alone all through the cooking and eating of dinner, (you had decided to make a stew). Well, they left you alone physically, that is. Throughout dinner they kept attempting jokes, and it was obvious they were aiming them at you in an attempt to get you to laugh. Most of them fell flat, however, because most of the jokes Kragin told hinged on you knowing about creatures or other stuff not from Earth that you'd have not any way of knowing the context for to make the joke make sense. The others seemed to get the jokes and find them funny though, so at least they seemed to be enjoying themselves. Better than awkward silence any day.
Peter was able to tell a few jokes with Earth references that you could understand, but they were such old jokes that anyone who didn't live in a cave would have already heard them before they finished primary school, so you didn't really laugh at his either. You did, however, smile politely, assuming that they were only trying to be friendly.
After dinner you started to get ready to wash the dishes, and Gamora offered to help.
"No thank you, I've got them tonight." you say, taking the couple of bowls she had gathered and put them in the sink.
"You sure? You cooked for us, it doesn't seem right to let you clean up by yourself too."
"Don't worry, I'm not going to make a habit of it, just... some nights I like to have something to keep me busy, ya know?" You turn on the tap and start washing the dishes. You hated to admit it, but that boiler Fury replaced your immersion with had proven to be very helpful with eight extra people in the house. If you didn't know better you'd say it was magic. Somehow there was just always hot water. You willed yourself not to get too used to it, however. No one had said, but surely SHIELD was just temporarily loaning it until the Guardians finally were able to go back home. You couldn't imagine them just giving you an upgrade like that to keep forever.
"Ok," Gamora relented, not wanting to push it. She could tell you probably still needed a bit more time before you could fully relax. "Thanks for supper."
"Don't mention it," you say, not looking up as you sudsed a bowl.
Gamora nodded and walked out of the kitchen, passing Peter, Kraglin and Mantis on her way into the sitting room. They looked like they were conspiring something, but as a general rule, she didn't get involved in Peter's shenanigans. That meant that unless it was going to directly annoy her, or possibly injure someone else, she pretended not to notice.
She had been right, they were conspiring. Well, Peter and Kraglin had been, Mantis was just along for the ride. With nothing better to do, the two men decided they'd put their energy towards continuing to mess with you, however, it was clear that they needed to get smarter about their approach if they didn't want to risk a black eye.
So they deployed Mantis.
It didn't take much to convince Mantis to do it either. It literally just took Peter asking Mantis if she wanted to play a game and she agreed.
In truth Peter was testing a theory. He watched from the kitchen door with Kraglin as they sent Mantis in to do the poking while you washed the dishes.
She poked, you jumped and spun to face her, clearly thinking it was one of the guys, and then the irritation softened from your face as you realized it was her and all she got was a mild scolding. Mantis looked back and Kraglin encouraged her to do it again with an enthusiastic nod.
This time she fluttered her fingers at your waist from both sides like she had the other day, making you jump again, and, with what sounded suspiciously to the guys to be a poorly suppressed giggle in your voice, you scolded her again and shooed her away.
Theory confirmed. You couldn't bring yourself to try and smack her away like you had with them. Good. He could work with that. Use your soft spot for her against you.
This time they motioned Mantis to come back.
She meets them at the doorway and on her way out whispers, "Did I do a good job?"
Peter smiles, "Yes. You did great. Hey, I want to show you a trick..."
***
A bit later you walked into the sitting room and Mantis calls you over to the table, saying she wants to show you a trick.
She's sitting with Peter, Kraglin, and Gamora, and you walk over hesitantly, wondering if Gamora's presence meant you could assume you'd be safe from mischief or not, seeing as she normally swatted at or scolded Peter for being annoying.
Once you reached the table Mantis stood and encouraged you to take a seat. You pull out a chair at the end of the table and sit, only to be instructed by Mantis to turn and face her.
You eye her suspiciously and then turn to Gamora. "Am I going to regret this?" you ask, your eyes moving to Peter and Kraglin who sat across from her, shrugging and shaking their heads. You were sure you could only trust them about as far as you could throw them, but Gamora appeared to genuinely have no idea what Mantis wanted to show you, so you decided to just play along. How bad could it be?
Mantis instructed you to hold out your hand for her, and you did as asked. She then held your hand palm up and placed her thumb at the tip of your middle finger, and rested the tip of her own middle finger where the palm of your hand met your wrist, as if she were measuring the distance with her own hand.
She then released your hand and moved the hand she used to measure the length of your hand with to your knee, placing her thumb on your kneecap and lowering the tip of her middle finger to rest on your thigh above the knee.
"What are you doing?" you ask, suspicion and confusion in your voice.
Mantis looked up to meet your gaze. She smiled happily and said, "I'm distracting you for this!"
You raise an eyebrow but before you could wonder much about it she squeezed your leg where her middle finger had been resting, sending a tickly jolt through your body and making you jerk in your seat and your breath catch in your throat.
You grasp for her wrist to push her away, but then she just attacked your other leg with her other hand. "Mantis! No!" you squeak, squirming in your seat and flailing for her hands. Every time you'd grab for one hand, she'd free her other hand and send ticklish pokes and squeezes wherever she could reach.
She was was a little stronger and quicker than she looked, so it made the task of restraining her hands difficult for you. You did your best to hold back any laughter as you flinched and jerked from your torment. You could hear Peter laughing and telling her 'good job,' and Kraglin encouraging her to continue, which she did, happily giggling the whole time.
"Peter!" you half scold/half beckon.
"Yes?" he asked teasingly, folding his hands under his chin with a cheeky grin. Gamora rolled her eyes and tried to shake her head disapprovingly at him, but she couldn't help grinning. Mantis just looked so playful and it was honestly adorable.
"Will you-AEK" you squeak as she darted a hand and squeezed at your waist before you could stop her, "Will you make her stop!"
"Thought you weren't ticklish?" Kraglin said with a teasingly smug grin. "That shouldn't bother you at all then. I don't see a problem."
Gamora sighed with a smile at the two men. So that's what this was about. They must have put Mantis up to this.
"Dammit!" you jerk again as Mantis landed another squeeze above your knee. "I'm- I'm not- I'm-" you were having managing words, because each time you attempted, you were cut off by another poke or squeeze from Mantis, and you were afraid you would start laughing if you allowed yourself to talk through it. You were already having a hell of a time trying not to smile, and failing.
"I swear, if you actually say you're not ticklish right now, Pete and I will pin you down and prove that you are." Kraglin threatened with an evil grin.
"Kraglin!" Gamora scolded with furrowed brow, but her warning wasn't taken too seriously on account of the humor laced in her voice.
"What? She's the one being so stubborn she can't admit it!" Kraglin laughed. As far as he was concerned, you deserved it for fibbing. Plus, wouldn't kill you to loosen up a bit- you could be... well, scary... sometimes. Although it was kinda hard to think of you as scary at the moment while you were spasming in a chair as you kept trying to get a hold on Mantis's quick hands and a grin more than threatened to crack your face.
You could feel your cheeks getting warm, hating showing signs of weakness, but knowing you didn't have much choice at the moment. "Ok! Fine!" you cry out, still grappling at Mantis's hands and biting back any giggles that threatened to spill out. You knew when you were beat. It was pretty damn obvious that you couldn't deny being ticklish anymore, and you sure as hell weren't about to give them a reason to actually properly tickle the snot out of you. You wouldn't stand a chance.
"Fine... what?" Peter chuckled in a sing-song voice and leaned on the table.
You could kill him. "Fine! I'm ticklish, okay!? I admit it! Are you happy now!?" Just then Mantis managed to free both hands and briefly tweak your ribs before you got a grip on her wrists again, finally getting a short laugh to escape your throat as you spasmed in your chair. "Will you call her off now, please!?" Gods, this was embarrassing. You didn't know how, but they were so going to pay for this.
Peter and Kraglin high-five and Peter says, "Alright, Mantis, good job."
Mantis stood and clasped her hands, giggling and saying how that was so much fun, and you half-heartedly glare up at her before standing so you could get out of there, but not before turning to aim a glare at Peter and Kraglin. The jackasses.
When you turn back you notice Yondu leaning on the back of the sofa looking amused and you cringe, asking, "How long have you been standing there?"
Yondu folded his arms and pretended to think. "Hmm... Long enough to hear the boys threaten to tickle ya silly and then see ya fold like a cheap tent." Humor twinkled in his eyes and you wanted to melt into the floor.
You inhale and look to the ceiling, your cheeks burning. Your expression then turned mischievous. Vengeance. Now.
"Mantis?" you say, turning back to face her.
"Yes?" she answers, smiling wide and sweetly.
You put on your best, most innocent face. "Ya know, maybe you should do that to Peter. Or Kraglin. Why should they miss out on the fun?" Your eyes flick to the pair menacingly to see Peter looking at you like you just shot him.
Mantis giggles and goes to take your suggestion, bouncing to their side of the table. Peter bolted from his chair, saying, "Mantis- wait a minute!" and tried to run around the table, getting slowed down when Kraglin tripped him, mostly likely to save himself as he also stood to get out of Mantis's way, grabbing her by the shoulders and spinning her in Peter's direction when it looked like she was going after him. Unfortunately for Peter, he didn't get much further after Kraglin tripped him as Gamora effortlessly caught him by the arm and then laughed as she held him in place and he complained.
You turned back to Yondu with a satisfied smile and started to walk past him to leave when he leaned over to speak in a low tone as you got near. "Hope ya know that was a mistake, girl," he chuckled.
"What?" you say, surprised. Peter could be heard laughing and pleading with Mantis and Gamora behind you.
He grinned wider. "If there's anythin' I know about that boy, ya just declared war. An' if that ain't bad enough, now yer stuck in a house with him, and my first mate who ain't got nothin better to do."
"Ah." Your voice cracks, your eyes widening, nervousness creeping into your belly. "Well surely they wouldn't hold a grudge- I mean, they started it-"
He straightened back up and chuckled, shaking his head knowingly. "Jus' figured I should give ya a heads up. Do with it what ya will. Boy's partial to pranks when it comes to revenge. Might wanna be on the lookout for buckets of water above your doorways tomorrow. Or grease in your boots. That used to be Quill's go-to." Mirth glistened in his eyes and made you unsure if this warning was out of the goodness of his heart or if he enjoyed seeing the 'oh shit' look on your face.
You swallowed. Fuck. Just what you needed. A war. You decided it might be a good idea to get out before Peter could escape, or before Kraglin could decide to avenge his friend. "Well I'm going to go to bed now." Your voice was a little higher than you'd like and you could hear Yondu chuckling as you scarpered.
He knew it was more likely you were going to hide than going to sleep. It was barely dark out.
Yondu shook his head and walked to take a seat on the couch, still chuckling at the flicker of fear in your eyes when he told you that you had started a war. He switched on the TV and idly wondered who'd give up first. He'd gotten the impression that you wouldn't be one to back down, despite the nervousness present on your face.
You may have the advantage of being on home turf, but Quill could be relentless. More than likely you were fucked, but it'd be interesting to see how it all played out.
You might surprise him.
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