#stress for the next 4 years is hitting hard

[doodlebethel]

be like the coyote... survive... you can do this

[chaoticshifter18]

My NON shifter friend shifted and she's in shock

I've openly talked to my friends about shifting for the 4 years I've been in the community, and they've always been skeptical but respectful about it, so it shocks me how my friend just told me she shifted the other day.

She says she woke up at 4 a.m and couldn't fall asleep back again, so she just went on tiktok and scrolled for hours, apparently listening to paranormal stories and that kind of stuff that only pops up on your fyp at 4 a.m (nothing about shifting btw). Without realizing it, she fell asleep, and she says she woke up in a place that looked nothing like her place.

She immediately thought "Am I in a sleepover?" "Whose house is this??", but the room she was in didn't look familiar AT ALL.

She says the walls were paper white, and there wasn't much furniture except for the bed she was in, a nightstand next to her, and a closet in front of her. The closet had a mirror, so she saw her reflection and noticed she was wearing her usual pijamas.

In that moment, she proceeded to touch everything and freak out about how unbelievably real everything felt. She touched her hands, her face, got on her feet and stomped on the floor... Every single thing she did just felt WAY. TOO. REAL. Her surroundings, her own body...

Guys she swears with her life it wasn't a dream.

The realization hit her, and she came by with the idea that she might have shifted. Out of her mind, she got out of the room and explored a little bit of the house. She says the house was huge and felt really modern and expensive.

As she was traveling through the corridors and getting down the stairs she couldn't help but freak out again and again. She couldn't believe it. And to make things worse, when she reached the ground floor, a group of people approached her and greeted her as if they knew her.

"Hey, did you sleep well?"

"Look who just woke up!!"

And she was like "Excuse me, who are you?". (She just thought it, she didn't say it)

Suddenly, a guy came by and KISSED HER, a guy she hadn't seen in her entire life, and he said:

"Darling, are you okay? What's wrong?"

That shocked her, but she just told him she was fine and says she got away from there as quick as possible.

In the living room, one of the walls was completely made out of glass, so she could perfectly see that they were in the middle of the forest and it was nighttime.

Since she didn't know where the hell she was and the situation was just TOO MUCH to handle, she proceeded to walk around the house in awe, and she says she did that for about FOUR HOURS.

Four freaking hours just staring at everything in denial and avoiding everyone.

At some point, she could't stand it anymore and layed in a couch with her eyes closed to try and shift back, but no matter how hard she tried to visualize her room and this reality, she kept opening her eyes to that damn house.

About to cry, se got up, went to the kitchen and sat down, she stayed there for a good hour just zoning out, and at some point, she says she heard her alarm (her CR alarm, cause she had to go to uni).

She claims she didn't even realize how or when it happened: in the blink of an eye, she was back at her CR, sitting down in her bed with her eyes WIDE OPEN and her heart racing.

And that's her storytime...

I feel sorry for the stress she went through, but this just proves to me everything that needed to be proved as my friend was the number one person to believe shifting's just lucid dreaming.

Thanks for reading and happy shifting!! <3

[nanamisbbygirl]

—☆ friends with benefits!

chapter 4. mary jane & co.

paring: geto suguru x reader

genre: college au, drama, smut with plot

summary: a pact of pleasure between friends runs the risk of ruining everything. passionate flames burn the hardest. you and geto care about each other, but what happens when sex gets tangled with friendship?

cw: marijuana use, toxic relationships and friendships, angst, smut, creampie, unprotected sex

a/n: hi! i just wanted to pop in and say that trust the process with this chapter! and also that the next one might take a little longer to come out as my schedule is very hectic for the next week! i hope though that i can at least have chapter 5 out in 7-8 days instead of 4-5! enjoy!

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Geto hated being home. He hated the quietness of the halls, he hated the smell of the carpets. He hated how the only time his mother was there, she would complain. She would taunt him, curse his father, complain how love is for idiots. Ever since the divorce she’d been keen on that fact. 

“Your father was a fucking asshole, never believe it when someone tells you they love you. Before you know it they’ll move onto someone else,” she would hiss, scanning her son with discontent. On other occasions, she would sneer at him, reminding Geto that he was starting to look just like him. 

It was the main reason he always hosted parties– it was a day to drown out the silence that haunted his house. It was an easy distraction, the drinking, the fun, the girls. He took his mothers words very seriously, realizing among all the sweaty teenage hormones, that no one knew what loyalty was, just like what his mother had warned him about. There was always some kind of drama and someone’s heart was always breaking. 

He stood with his best friend near the window of his room, feeling the breeze dilute the skunkish smell. Intertwined between their fingers was a perfectly rolled joint, and with every inhale they puffed smoke out the opening. Geto was feeling buzzed, and he could tell Gojo was even more out of it. He knew he should’ve been using the week to study– that was its intended purpose– but being home, looking at his bed, staring at his empty phone notifications, he felt as though there was nothing else to do. 

“This shit feels so fuckin’ good,” Gojo hummed, taking another drag, “we should do it more often.” 

Geto only agreed, fidgeting with the joint slightly, cautiously taking a hit. Judging by Gojo’s body language, he was much more loose, as though his thoughts had become unfiltered. 

“This year’s been so much fun so far– whoever said college was stressful clearly wasn’t doing it right.” He laughed, continuing with his gibbering nonsense. “And man, honestly I gotta tell ya– I thought I’d been fucking around hard once school began, but I think I’m fucking falling in love.” 

The black haired boy raised a suspicious eyebrow, intrigued on what else his friend would admit to him, “oh, really?” 

Before you know it they’ll be in love with someone else, ringing in his head at the thought of his best friend supposedly being in love. 

Gojo only nodded, “something about her, the way she laughs, the way she does her makeup, I don’t know I haven’t been able to shake it. We’ve gotten much closer in the past two months. I think I’m gonna give it a shot.” 

“Gotten closer?” Geto looks confused, “did you know her from highschool or something.” 

“Something like that,” Gojo mutters. He seems tense, like he’s unsure about what he’s going to say next. “I’m just worried that things might change too drastically, stuff like this gets messy.” 

Geto thought of you, about how it all started on the very bed that was next to him. Messy was an understatement. He hadn’t seen or spoken to you since that party, since you were cozying up with that other guy, since you broke off your friendship. 

“Do you think she likes you back?” He wasn’t sure why he was playing into Gojo’s delusions, but he couldn’t help it. 

“It’s hard to say,” Gojo huffs, inhaling his joint, “we usually hang out in group settings, but when we’re alone we always have fun.” 

“Worth a shot then,” Geto muses, “but probably best to not get your hopes up.” 

“Yeah but this girl is different.” He clarifies. “Trust me, if you knew who I was talking about, you’d understand.” 

“You’re saying that like I know this chick personally.” He laughs. 

However, Gojo stiffens. “You do.” 

Geto’s eyes narrow, trying to refocus himself on the conversation. Who the hell was Gojo falling in love with? 

“Shoko?” He questions, causing his friend to scoff, rolling his eyes. 

“Don’t be fucking dense.” Geto felt his face go pale, his breath slowing down as Gojo finished his sentence. “It’s y/n.” 

There’s a sinking feeling in his chest, although he tries his best to keep a straight face. Geto can feel the twitching of his heart, the way it’s trying to claw through his ribcage– it makes him nauseous, and he doesn’t know why. He thinks about your angered face, the way you stormed out on him just a handful of weeks ago. 

He didn’t know what to say, wondering how much time had gone by since Gojo last spoke. He wasn’t sure if his senses were being skewed because of the weed, or because of the perplexity of the whole situation. He figured it was the weed. 

A part of him wanted to tell Gojo about your friends with benefits situation, even though it had soured. He wanted to brag to his best friend about how he’d taken your virginity, about how he was the only one to see you in such a vulnerable state. It was twisted on how much he wanted to splice through Gojo’s little romantic fantasy, but still his lips moved without his brain. 

“Really? Her?” He said almost with a chuckle, taking another long drag. “You know she probably isn’t into guys like you.” 

Gojo hissed, “and what kinda guys is she into?” 

Geto could sense the devious little smile creeping up on his face, “she’s into the type of guys that make her work for it. She likes when they’re a little bit mean.” 

“And how the fuck would you know that?” Gojo asked, puffing smoke out the window, coughing slightly. 

“Because we’ve been fucking.” He admitted, even though it was him who suggested keeping your affairs secret. Geto’s lips were curled into a grin while he smoked, waiting in anticipation for how Gojo would react. 

“You’re full of shit,” he said, starting to raise his voice. It was obvious that Geto’s words stung. 

“Tell yourself what you want,” he told his best friend, “but I even took her virginity, right… here.” He said, pointing to his bed. 

Gojo remained speechless while Geto continued. “And the craziest thing is that we’ve been doing this whole friends with benefits shit, too, but she hasn’t slept with anyone other than me.” He couldn’t say the same for himself, though. 

“Yeah but you’re not anymore. Right? That’s why we haven’t hung out as a group for a while, isn’t it?” Gojo was always the bright one, and he seemed to have figured it out quickly. 

“Maybe,” Geto mumbled and Gojo only hummed. 

“Man, I don’t know what the fuck your problem is, but if you don’t give a shit about her, and she doesn’t give a shit about you, I’m still gonna fucking ask her out.” He boldly declared. 

“Sure you will,” Geto could feel his words slurring together, heart still thumping. 

“No kidding she broke things off with you, do you not see how much of a douche you are? Fuck, man, me and y/n are going to the bar tonight, I’m gonna take my chances, whether you were fuck buddies or not.” 

With that, Gojo stormed out, not looking back to see the expression on his friend's face. Geto was in awe about what had just happened, as if he hadn’t been the one to instigate the situation. He couldn’t believe that Gojo was so adamant on confessing his love to you. It seemed ridiculous– couldn’t he tell that you were his? Wasn’t it clear from what he had said? Even if you weren’t on speaking terms, he knew you’d come around eventually, he knew you well enough to know that you were a forgiving person. Yet, there was an inkling of doubt now. Why wouldn’t you pick Gojo over him? 

Remembering that fateful night, how he tore that guy off of you, the rage you directed towards him, the way you brushed off his advances, he wasn’t too sure anymore. He sat down on the edge of the bed, hand over his chest as his breaths became heavy. He could only think about your face, how you seemed to hate him– how he caused all of it. He never had regrets about who he slept with, but something about you was making a new sensation arise within him. Was it because you were friends first? A constant in his life? Before you started sleeping together, he could rely on you; you would listen to his woes, and make him smile. You were a mistake, he realized, and he had to let you know that. He had to put things back the way they were before.

He was standing outside your house, still not sure what he was possibly thinking. He thought about throwing pebbles at your window, but he figured that would only make you more upset with him. He pictured himself ringing the doorbell and the face you would make when it was him standing at your door. 

But, he had already dragged himself that far, he just had to push through.

Before his knuckles could even knock on the door, though, it swung open, as if his presence had already been anticipated. It was your mom at the door, although she was clearly in a rush to get somewhere. 

“Oh hi, Suguru, nice to see you,” she smiled, warmly. “I’m just running to the store, but y/n’s upstairs.” She turned to call for you, letting you know that a friend was at the door. 

“Tell them to come up,” you replied, although judging by how happy you sounded, you weren’t expected to see him standing at your door. 

You were seated at your vanity, starting to doll yourself up, wearing nothing but lingerie. Were you doing all this just to see Gojo? He felt his heart skip a beat, studying every inch of your body. The white lace; the way it perfectly framed your plunging breasts, complimenting your skin. You just looked so angelic, hair pushed back, innocently getting ready. Little did you know Gojo had every intention of confessing to you. 

“What the hell are you doing here?” You snapped at him, rightfully so. 

Geto was speechless, it felt like for the first time in his life, he was at a true loss of words. He stared deeply into your eyes, gulping before mustering up the courage to spew out his words. 

“I just needed to talk to you, now that we’ve both calmed down.” 

“Both? You think a week was enough for me to not be mad at you anymore?” Your eyes narrowed. 

“No- I mean I just at least wanted to tell you something, before anyone else got the chance to tell you this.” He explained, “When you and Satoru go out tonight, he’s gonna tell you that he’s in love with you.” 

Your expression softened, as if you were imagining the other man, filling your face up with some perfect little day dream. Geto could feel an angry grunt getting caught in his mouth before he continued with what he thought was the best solution to all of this. 

“And I think you should also know that I’m sorry.” 

“Do you really think sorry is going to fix it? You treated me like shit.” You huffed, standing up in order to get closer to him. As you looked up at him, Geto felt himself melting, almost as if the proximity between the two of you was affecting his judgement. 

“I know, I-I can’t explain what it is about me, but I can never get close to people properly. I always do something to fuck it up. I’m surprised our friendship lasted three years before I fucked it up-” 

“Are you saying sleeping with me was a mistake?" You interrupted, and Geto felt himself shaking his head quickly. 

“No,” he took a deep breath, building up the strength to continue, “I’m saying that I shouldn’t have done things the way I did. But, I will never regret sleeping with you. I just wish that I could’ve just been honest with you from the start.”

You’re practically standing face-to-face, feeling the intensity of his soul crushing down on you. He was being truthful, it was clear through his gaze, with the way his body was limp, like he had dropped every line of defense. 

“Honest about what?” Your voice was a borderline whisper. 

“Honest about the fact I’m in love with you. It just took me ruining everything to realize it.” His confession is swift, but heartfelt. You look up at him with starry eyes, wide and yearning for him to kiss you. 

“Su..” you say, your thoughts trailing off as you reach up to kiss him, entangling your hands in his hair. His arms hug your waist, bringing you into his chest. 

Everything felt like a blur, from the way you guided him to your bed, wrapping your legs around his waist, passionately kissing him with all the strength in your body. He feels it in the way he grinds himself against your white panties, and how he slips down your bra straps. You’ve never looked more beautiful, he can barely find words to describe it. 

So when you end up on top of him, cute little underwear pushed to the side, his raw cock teasing your entrance, he thinks he’s finally at peace with the world. You carefully ease yourself onto him, chanting out how much you love him, how good he is, it rings in his ears like a melodic symphony. 

“Fuck Sugu, you feel so good,” you cry out, riding him without a care in the world. This is different from all the sex he’s had before, this one isn’t as lustful, the girls aren’t squealing out obscenities for him, not begging to be roughed up, or to be degraded. It’s genuine. He feels as though he could be in this moment forever. 

You bounce on his dick, hands resting on his chest for support, simultaneously pushing your boobs forward. 

“I’m gonna cum,” you pant out, giving him a warning before he starts feeling the intensity of your orgasm. You clench around him and he’s never felt better. He can sense that his own end is near too, but he doesn’t want to pull out. 

“That’s it pretty girl, cum for me, yeah good girl.” His hands find your waist, stopping you from squirming, “fuck, ‘gonna make me cum, fuuck I’m gonna cum so deep inside you, baby.” 

“Please Su,” you plead with him, “I love you so much, please cum in me.” And he does.

Although, it doesn’t feel as good as he thinks it would feel. 

That’s when he wakes up. 

That’s when he realises he never left his room.

He curses the marijuana for making him pass out, and he curses himself even more when he looks down and sees the stain on his crotch. It was just some fucking wet dream, he concludes, groaning as he rubs his hands over his face. 

Before he could reach for his phone, he took a deep breath, feeling the way his heart ached at the fact that he didn’t get to say those words to you in real life. Looking at the time, it read 10:47. Fuck. 

He thought about what Gojo was telling him early– that you were going to the bar. Which bar? He looked to see if his friend had posted any photos and luckily for Geto, he had. 

Roxxy Bar and Lounge. Posted ten minutes ago, it’s a picture of your drinks. He figures if he leaves now maybe he’ll make it in time, before Gojo drinks up the courage to tell you how he really feels. 

Geto knows that he, too, has some explaining to do. He needs to tell you that he’s sorry, he needs to tell you everything he told you in his dream and more. He can’t let you slip away, not like this, not when he was the one driving you away the whole time. 

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[livin4woso]

Never meet your hero (alexia putellas x teen!reader)

Summary - After transferring to Barcelona, the reader just wants to impress their idol, yet no matter how hard they try, it won't ever be enough. Alexia only realises their admiration when they accidentally push themselves too far.

Growing up womens football was rarely spoken about but if you dug for it you could find the media and thats when you in 2019 stumbled across alexia putellas a Barcelona midfielder with promising talent to be one of the greats.

You quickly found yourself trying to be like her and while she was claiming more accolades and fame to the name putellas; you were climbing the ranks of Chelsea academy football fast and not realsing you too were making a name for yourself.

Then it happened at 17 years old. You had somehow managed to gain the attention of Barcelona for a 4 year-long contract after making your professional debut for Chelsea just 8 months beforehand. Now, this raised some spectacle across the Barcelona team, and the fans, as you were young, couldn't speak spanish, which wasn't an issue but to compete with the stacked Barcelona midfield full of ballon d'or winners and major tournament winners was where people wondered how good you were.

Even you wondered how you were going to fit into the midfield, but playing with your football hero who made you change your playing style to the one that made you succeed was another type of pressure. You wanted to impress her and not seem like some scrawny teenager who had been given way too big of boots to fill.

You had arrived in Barcelona and the club hadn't wanted you to live on your own so the only other native english speaking member of the team keira was happy to let you crash at hers for your first year. "Im so sorry for crashing in your apartment for the next year, man. i swear I'll be clean around the place, and you know, help out," you told her as you were unpacking your belongings into her spare bedroom. "Honestly y/n its fine. Don't stress about it, it'll be nice to have some company in the place," she said with a warm smile.

You had spent the week before training at keiras just to settle into the area and get a grip on the basics of spanish and some catalan phrases which wasnt going the best for you or keira who was trying to teach you. It was finally time for you to start training with the team after far too many medical and fitness tests the team made you do. Keira was driving you there, and you had started to feel the nerves build in your chest as it finally hit you that you were meeting your idol and many other players who you deeply admired.

You had stood in the changing room waiting for the rest of the girls and as you stood you were using your hand to try to flatten out the creases on your training top and pushing back the fly aways from your hair to make yourself more presentable. Meeting the team wasn't as scary as you had thought it would have been. Everyone was friendly and kind to you, greeting you with smiles and shaking your hand until you were faced with alexia.

She was rather stoic in her features, and she was rather intimidating, but she was going to be your captain anyway so you just had to deal with it "hi im y/n erm sorry about not knowing spanish yet im trying too." You said as you tried not to stare at the floor as nerves dripped through your words "its fine im alexia, you're new captain" thats all she said back to you and ignored your hand that you held up for a handshake you thought maybe it was her lack of english but you let it slide.

As the weeks progressed, alexias attitude never changed towards you she would laugh and joke with vicky pina and patri, yet when you were around, it was like she could flick a switch of pretending you weren't there or would just blankly ignore you. It had started to get under your skin as you had took extra spanish lessons to fit in and would spend extra hours in the gym to be better to get better so she could appreciate you as a team member.

It had reached international break, and unfortunately, you hadn't been selected, which you had expected, and you had to practically beg keira. You would be fine on your own for the next 2 weeks. That was a lie in those 2 weeks you had worked yourself to the bone training and in the gym every moment of the day and while you thought this would be a positive you had been neglected your bodys health by not eating enough; by this point you were only eating dinner and a few random snacks just too make sure you weren't going to starve to death.

The change wasn't too noticeable, so it was nothing anyone was going to flag off as unhealthy behaviour, which led you to believe you were doing the right thing to be better for alexia, for her approval. You wanted to prove you could be like vicky or patri or anyone else in the team because to you she was your everything and yet she only saw a teenager but she didn't release she was treating you like an outsider.

Alexia putellas the la renia she had a reputation and she saw potential in you she did but she thought a tough love approach would make you a better player yet she had took it to another level that she didn't realise. She never noticed the way your shoulders dropped when she wouldn't compliment a good goal in training or the way tears welled in your eyes when she wouldn't joke on with you like the other girls. She was oblivious to it until it took a turn for the worst.

You were working yourself into the ground, and it was clear you weren't going to stop until someone told you to. These unhealthy habits had continued but not to the extreme when keira had returned from international break. They were so subtle that unless you were looking for it, it would be noticeable.

It was a Wednesday training session, and after an early gym session, it was time for field work, which was your favourite time of training. However, you should have noticed it your passes were sloppy. Your movements were slower than normal, and you just couldn't hit the target of the net. Then it happened it was during quick fire 5v5 games with the mini goal 6 minutes on, then 6 minutes off.

It was just your luck that you had been chosen to mark alexia, and it was round 3 of the games when something didn't feel right. You looked to receive the pass from esmee to turn and move forward when all of a sudden everything went so fast you couldn't comprehend it. Your body became heavy, and so did your eyelids, and that was it. You lost all control of your body, and it collapsed in on itself to a bonless pile on the pitch.

Meanwhile for alexia it was the opposite it was like slow motion she was stood opposite you waiting to defend your play when you missed the ball completely and your body went dropping to the ground with quite a loud thud which caused the game to be stopped immediately. She was hunched over you, trying to make you regain consciousness by lightly shaking your shoulder. The medics raced onto the pitch. However, alexia wouldn't budge from her spot next to you she needed to know if you were okay.

There was a ringing in your ear which had changed to a mix of voices and random spanish words which you could translate but not in the disoriented state you were in at the moment. You tried to open your eyes, but it was like looking directly into the sun, and the only thing you could understand coherently was alexias voice "y/n are you okay?" She asked you, her voice laced with concern "mmh what happened?" You asked back groggily to her."You don't remember you just passed out onto the floor, " she said to you, and it had set panic of within you shit. im done for.

You had managed to be hauled to your feet with your body weight being supported by alexia, and you couldn't tell if she was doing this because she cared or rather it was captains duties. You were now sat on the medical table after being forced to chug a bottle of water and an energy gel. However, alexia still hadn't left your side while it was strange to you it was rather comforting. The medical staff had ran quite a few tests on you to figure out the cause of why you passed out. However, you knew why your body was physically exhausted, but you were also mentally exhausted.

"So miss y/l/n it seems that the cause of your collapse was your body being overworked and a lack of the correct nutrition. We've noticed you have a slightly decrease in body weight however you have been adding up to 6 hours extra training a week we have on record." The medic stated and well it wasnt a suprise to you but too alexia she was shocked you could be doing this to yourself. "Y/n this isn't healthy why have you been training so much extra?" Alexia states to you but unfortunately you couldn't be professional on your response you told her the truth.

"Because im clearly not good enough for you or the team all i wanted was you to appreciate me on the team yet you hate me. I learnt spanish for you i tried so hard for you to notice me yet everytime you see me you blank me or frown at me and i want to know how can i be better" the words tumble out of your mouth as tears threaten to fall down your face. And in that moment alexia could feel her heart break she was the reason you had worked yourself to the bone for her and she had treat you like a piece of gum on her shoe. "Y/n im so sorry i thought that if i was tough on you, you would improve under pressure but it was really wrong of me im so sorry I'll try to be better for you because its not fair for you" she said to you.

"Well it doesn't matter anymore i dont care about you and your opinion and im done trying for you because its clear i dont matter to you" you shouted storming out of the medical office where keira was waiting in the car to take you home. The ride home was a tense one as keira had found out about your unhealthy behaviour, but you didn't need a lecture as she could tell you knew it was wrong.

Since then alexia was much nicer to you however it had never been the same you hadn't seeked out for the validation of alexia you had realised that praise is awarded and not always found when looking for. While you had never found the love to forgive alexia for your rocky start to your time in barca she had found solace in watching you progress and prove that she knew she was right to recommend you to transfer in the first place but she wouldn't ever tell you it was her because you needed to become your own player rather than tagging along to be the next alexia putellas.

[holidayinhell]

Interview

CWs: references to noncon, violence

1. Would you rather - Rope or Chains?

R: Rope.

W: Chains, dear god, chains any day. Ropes fucking burn.

2. If Whumpee had multiple Whumpers, who is their favourite? For Whumpers, which Whumpee was your favourite?

R: Yeah, I’ve got a favorite. A couple years back I had a Whumpee who fought me at every turn. He'd throw his food at me, cuss me out, and try to attack me. One time he scratched absolute shit outta my arms. Anyways, I got tired of his shitty attitude and decided to kill him. I didn't keep it a secret, I told him he was gonna die. But when I went in to do it, he changed completely. No more screaming, no spark in his eye. He got quiet. Heh, he got all lovey dovey with me even. You know, lots of people say they’ll do anything if only you’ll spare their life. I never did cash in on that promise, but on this Whumpee, I put it to the fucking test. Heh. He let me do whatever I wanted to him. Depraved, horrible things, that would make the most degenerate man blush. Heh, and even though he was crying through most of it, he still pretended to like everything I did to him. And god. You should’ve seen his eyes when I told him I was still gonna kill him. That look. I think about it still.

W: I can’t. glances over at Whumper. Next question please.

3: In your opinion, what is the best way to train a pet?

R: Humans are fickle fucking beasts. You have to break down someone’s pride in order to train them. I start off with food deprivation, that usually helps me gauge what kind of fight I’m in for.

W: Positive reinforcement has always worked for me… I’ve only ever had a pet bearded dragon though.

4: Broken ribs or bullet wound? 

R: Both.

W: These questions are uncomfortable to answer. But, uh, bullet wound I guess. Assuming it didn’t graze any organs.

5: Preferred type of gag? 

R: I like a fabric gag. Or a simple piece of duct tape. Sometimes they come off and I get to squeeze a little scream out of Whumpee, and then I put a fresh one right back on. I kinda like the cycle of it.

W: I don’t have a preference… none? I guess the metal bit one isn't the worst of them. It hurts my teeth but at least I can still kinda breathe.

6: Burned or stabbed?

R: Stabbed.

W: Stabbed, I guess?

7: Favourite stress position? 

R: An old-fashioned hogtie. I guess I’m unimaginative but I don’t get too crazy into the BDSM shit. Who has the patience for that?

W: Uhh.. just, handcuffs behind my back. Something relatively comfortable.

8: Have you given or received any Brands? What do they signify?

R: Heh. No. Never been branded. I certainly have had my fun branding Whumpee though.

W: I… have two… Uhm. One on my chest that, thank Christ, is almost all the way healed. It said, uh, swine. The other one is on my back, it’s a lot worse. I don’t know what it says but I can feel it so it’s um, it’s here to stay, I guess.

R: It says Nice Try. Remember?

W: Not really.

R: From your second half-hearted escape attempt. Didn't realize you forgot. But I did hit you pretty fucking hard that night.

9: Broken arm or broken leg? 

R: Leg.

W: Arm. A million times, arm.

10: How did you get here? Why are you the way that you are?

R: I live here. Far as I know, I’ve always been 'like this'-- whatever the hell that means. And I don’t see a problem with it. We’re all free to do as we like, so that’s what I fucking do.

W: I dunno. I, I was outside, it was dark and I think it was raining…yeah… heading home from the bar. I didn’t drink that much. I didn’t live that far, either, so the rain wasn’t a problem. I remember falling down and then… I woke up here. And I’ve been here ever since.

11: What is your biggest regret?

R: I wish this Whumpee could’ve learned a thing or two from my defiant Whumpee in the second question you asked. I wanna get my dick sucked like that every fucking night.

W: Regrets... yeah, I've got a few. One stands out. It was late at night, Whumper didn't tie me up. I snuck out of my cell and I made it to the steps. Almost to the top, nearly all the way out. The door was unlocked and cracked open a little, I thought I could make a run for it and—

R: —I was waiting for you at the top. Heh. I wanted to see if you'd run, and you sure tried to. Not so much after that, though.

12: Is there a line you won’t cross? For Whumpee, what do you most fear Whumper might do?

R: A line I wouldn’t cross? Uhhh…. No. No, I don’t think so. I’ll cross any fucking line. turns to Whumpee, grinning. So what are you afraid of, Whumpee?

W: I, um. Does he really have to be here when I answer these questions?

R: Tell them, Whumpee.

W: Can I whisper it to you? (he’s already done so much to me, so fucking much… it’s dumb but I don’t want him to shave my head.)

R: smirks. You know I heard that.

13: What lessons have you taken away from your experience?

R: Everything has been the same old, same old for me. Guess this Whumpee’s lasted longer than the rest of ‘em. He’s coming up on a year soon. Kind of impressive he’s stuck around this long and hasn’t given me a reason to kill him yet.

W: I don’t know. I do what I’m told so I can eat. I take it day by day. I guess the lesson I’ve learned is that abandoning pride is the only way to survive…

14: Whip or cane?

R: Whip.

W: Yeah. Whip.

R: Didn’t expect you to say that. Noted.

15: Drugged or coherent?

R: Depends on the situation. Drugging them is useful for transport but I don’t much like it when they’re too dazed to understand what’s happening. Sometimes they fall asleep, too.

W: Drug me any fucking day. I don’t care. I’ll take whatever you have.

16: What are your true, honest feelings about each other? Is there some part of you that cares for the other at all?

R: Sometimes I like to touch him. He’s warm and it’s funny when he tries to squirm away. Plus I like it when he begs me to stop. But do I care about him? …eh. Sure, sorta. He’s my plaything.

W: Erm. Thanks, I guess. For me… Whumper is the reason I’m here. I guess I’m appreciative for the food… but he does hurt me. A lot. Constantly.

R: You're very welcome.

17: What is your favourite thing about the other? A personality trait, a physical feature, anything

R: He’s got pretty hair. A kind of pretty face, too. Yeah, almost like a girl. Heh. And he makes good sounds when he’s screaming.

W: Ah. Fuck. I really don’t know how to answer this…

R: Come on. What’s your favorite part?

W: Um. Well, I'll say this: Whumper is smart. Scary smart. I don’t think anyone would ever imagine how smart. I don’t know. I don’t. It’s… terrifying.

18: Do you have relationships outside of each other? Friends, family - if yes, do they know about Whumpee? Do they care?

R: Yes, yes, and no.

W: I have a half sister in, uh, Arkansas. We’re not close, obviously… used to have friends I guess, but it’s been a long time since I saw them…

19: What other hobbies do/did you have?

R: Video games. 

W: I used to play saxophone. A lifetime ago.

20: For Whumper, is there any chance you’ll let Whumpee go? For Whumpee, have you ever thought about life after you’re free?

R: No. Sorry. Realistically, it doesn’t make sense to ‘let him go.’

W: I, uh, I used to think about it. I don't anymore… like he said.. realistically it doesn’t make any sense.

R: Mm. Good answer, Whumpee.

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this interview uses the questions from Character Ask Game post by @inhurtandincomfort !! thanks homie!

((more Whump))

[wintersoldiersoul]

Drowning

A/N: Not sure how I feel about this one but I'm currently going through this situation with my boyfriend and I thought that writing about it might help me feel better. Haven't gotten to the part where I talk to him about it but maybe this will inspire me.

It was late. Too late. You should be sleeping but it was impossible with your mind racing. You and Bucky had been together for almost a year now but you never really felt secure in your relationship with him. Maybe it was the way that your last boyfriend had broken up with you out of nowhere. You wish you knew why, but you always felt like Bucky was going to run. 

As much as you loved him, you also wanted more from him. More reassurance. More romance. More small gestures to show you that he cared. And you couldn’t blame him for not giving them to you when you hadn’t asked but as much as you preached the importance of communication to your friends, you were a hypocrite. You could never apply that to your own relationship.

Everytime you tried to express your feelings, you couldn’t do it. What if I’m right? What if I tell him that I’m afraid he’s gonna leave and he finally takes it as his chance to do so? You would think. Or what if I plant the idea in his head? 

All of this was made harder by the fact that you were younger than him. While he was established with a career, living on his own, you had just graduated college and were back living with your parents. Finding a job felt nearly impossible despite the countless resumes and cover letters that you sent out every single day. Your brain constantly flashed back to a conversation you had in May, where you asked him if you would stay together when you moved back home. Your hometown was less than an hour from where Bucky lived in Brooklyn, so in your mind it was a no brainer. But when your question opened up a conversation that blindsided you.

Bucky explained that he was ready to be settled down. You were shocked when he had said the words, “Sometimes it feels like we have an expiration date.”

The next morning he said he was being ridiculous. That he loved you and of course the two of you would figure it out. But ever since then, you hadn’t been able to relax. Even now, a month into you living back at home you still couldn’t shake the feeling that he was going to change his mind. You saw him just as often as you had when you were still living in the city. You didn’t mind taking the train to go see him 3 or 4 times a week. But the stress and anxiety was weighing on you. Combined with adjusting to post-grad life, you were not doing well. 

You had never felt so lonely in your life. All of your college friends had also moved back to their hometowns while most of your friends from high school were still dispersed around the country. The job search left you feeling defeated every single day. And the lack of things to do and structure made life feel meaningless. It was safe to say that you had hit a low point. 

But you wanted to hide it all from Bucky. Because what if you brought up how hard it was to find a job and he realized that this wasn’t going to work? What if you told him how lonely you were and he was offended that he wasn’t enough? He knew that you struggled with anxiety and he was no stranger to mental health issues of his own but you just found it impossible to open up to him about all of this.

So there you were, in the midst of another sleepless night overthinking everything. Laptop opened, frantically searching on LinkedIn for jobs in the hopes that one thing just might work out. You read back your text messages from the past few days. Does he seem distant, or is my stupid brain playing tricks on me? As your spiral continued, you could feel a panic attack brewing. You tried your best to focus on your breathing but it became impossible. You just wanted to talk to Bucky. You needed to talk to Bucky. 

Fuck it, you thought. Losing him would be horrible, but so is living in this fear. Through your tears and shaking hands, you typed a message.

Y/N: Are you awake?

You shook your legs and bit your nails as you stared at the screen waiting for those three dots to show up.

Bucky: Yeah.

You took a deep breath as you sent the next message, trying to not go crazy over the dry single word he had responded with.

Y/N: Can I call you?

You desperately wished you could be with him right now to have this conversation. To analyze his body language in person. But you weren’t with him and you wouldn’t see him til the end of the week and you needed to get this out. Now.

Bucky: It’s late. I’m trying to get some sleep. 

You knew work had been kicking his ass lately. He was putting in insane hours, usually waking up at 6 and not finishing up til midnight. You knew he needed to rest and you almost responded back saying nevermind, and goodnight. But no. You needed to be a little selfish or you would crumble. Tonight felt like a turning point. Or a breaking point.

Y/N: Please Bucky. I really need to talk to you.

Bucky: Ok

Pressing dial on his name, you felt your heart rate increase even more. You tried to take deep breaths to calm your tears but it didn’t help. You were practically sobbing by the time he answered the call. “Bucky…” you said into the phone. 

At hearing your voice, Bucky was alert. He could tell that something was wrong. You had never cried in front of him. “Y/N? Baby, what's wrong? What's going on?” His desire for sleep was completely gone. All he cared about was you. He knew that he wasn’t the best boyfriend. He knew he could treat you better. But the years of trauma he had experienced made it hard for him to be vulnerable with anyone. He loved you so much that it hurt him and he hated himself that he couldn’t fully give himself to you. 

“Bucky, I’m not okay. I’m really really not okay,” you practically hyperventilated. “I don’t know what to do. I can’t keep living like this. I can’t.”

“Shhh, can you take some deep breaths for me?” He said calmly. “I need you to calm down and tell me what's going on.” He listened quietly as he heard you breathe deeply.

“Bucky, I’m terrified,” you finally spoke after a couple of minutes. “I don’t feel secure in our relationship. I feel like I’m walking on eggshells constantly because I’m petrified that you’re gonna leave. That one day you’re just gonna decide that you’re done with me because I’m too young and I live with my parents and I don’t have a job. And trying to find a job has really been taking a toll on me. I’m trying so fucking hard but it feels impossible. It’s so defeating waking up every single day to an email inbox full of rejections and I feel worthless and stupid. I’m not doing well not being in college anymore. I don’t have any structure to my days and life feels really fucking pointless right now. I’m so lonely. Fuck, I’m so lonely, Buck.” You took a pause, bracing yourself for his response. 

“Baby, why haven’t you brought this up sooner? Why haven’t you told me any of this?” There was genuine shock in his voice. 

“Because!” You cried. “I don’t want to remind you about how hard it is to find a job right now. I don’t want you to think about the fact that I live with my parents now while you have your own independent life. I never want to remind you of it because I don’t want you to change your mind and leave. And I don’t want you to think that you’re not enough for me because I’m lonely. I love you so much but I just… I really fucking miss my friends.” 

“Y/N, I need you to listen to me. Like, really listen to me. I am well aware of your situation. I know it’s hard to find a job right now. I’m not gonna leave you, okay? I’m committed to this. To you.”

You sniffled. “But you said that you wanted to be settled down. That we might have an expiration date.”

He sighed. “I’m sorry for that. I never should have said those things. When we had that conversation I was tired and not thinking clearly. And I spent that whole night wide awake thinking about how stupid I was and how stupid I would be to let you go because you need some time to find your footing after college. I hate that those words affected you so much. I’m so sorry.”

You talked to him for a while longer, pouring out all of your insecurities that you’d been holding back. After a while, the conversation started to shift to more normal things.

“Baby,” Bucky yawned. “I love you so much but I gotta go to bed. And tomorrow after work I’ll come see you, okay?”

“Okay. I love you too.”

Your worries wouldn’t fade overnight. You wouldn’t suddenly be able to get a job. Your friends wouldn’t all come back to you. College was over and life was drastically different. But at least now Bucky knew. And he wasn’t going to leave.

[mahi-wayy]

Hi. Umm idk if you are still doing those headcanons but if you are can you do one for arjun sarkar from hit 3

𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒 | 𝑨𝑹𝑱𝑼𝑵 𝑺𝑨𝑹𝑲𝑨𝑹

• General • Romantic [ both sfw & nsfw ]

a/n : shut up. I can't keep away any longer :D

• General

1. him is stubborn that's canon but once he gets attached he has almost blind faith in that person.

2. him and KD were batch mates, at that time he used to have a pet eagle ( sort of )

3. he likes animals a lot more than humans. anti-social apart from his job.

4. lost his mother when he was around six, left with his grandparents he develops a sense of being abandoned.

5. he graduates as one of the best in academics and training but also the worst in behavior, from the police academy.

6. he suffered clinical anger issues, blood pressure issues AND ptsd.

7. has only a hand full of panic attack mostly because all of that comes out as anger mostly.

8. his policy of "No dating a colleague" is because he's petty and people often told him to get together with someone from the force or mistook one of his team as his girlfriend so he started the policy.

9. he has a habit of cracking his knuckles since like he was teen. it usually happens when he wants to hit someone or say something but can't.

10. he often falls asleep in his jeep because look he has insomnia and can barely sleep and he's workaholic so he he doesn't really care that he can't sleep.

11. he has two past relationship, one during collage ( ended when he got in repeated fights ) and second was after collage and before academy but it ended right before he got in academy.

12. he gets very annoyed when he can't get blood off of his clothes.

13. his eating schedule is all over the place too, especially if he doesn't visit home during lunch time or for dinner ( which is notoriously doesn't )

14. he prefers to eat a lot more protein ( mostly because it takes time to digest and he doesn't feel hungry for next meal quickly )

15. he also makes it a point to spend at least two hours in gym regularly.

16. his habit of smoking developed in the first year of duty, mostly as a stress relief and than evolved over time from cigarette to like cigars.

17. his drinking is significantly lower, occasional only when he's under too much pressure or on days where emotions are too apparent to him.

18. he is allergic to almonds, it makes him dizzy and triggers breathing issues.

19. he takes his coffee with two milk and three sugars and for the love of God don't talk to him unnecessarily in the morning before you see him have atleast two cups of coffee.

20. he spends a significant amount of time in shooting range, especially when his PTSD is triggered.

• Romantic [ both sfw & nsfw ]

1. this man is not about to ask you out or even if he wants to it'll take him forever so please do it yourself.

2. he acts all macho and strong man but one compliment and few soft words will have him crumbly in your hands.

3. he likes to buy stuff for his partner, jewellery, watches, clothing. anything he or you might like.

4. makes effort to be there, especially when he can't be in person. constant texts and check in calls are usual.

5. he's very protective and easily scares away anyone he doesn't like looking at you.

6. this all being said he's not that dominant in bed. more of a service top kind of guy.

7. he's not the most vocal but grunts and moans every now and then.

8. he definitely has a praise kink and a think for sensors deprivation.

9. he's willing to let himself be tied up if he can return the favor.

10. enjoys a fair share of fast and hard pace but is more of a slow and deep kind of guy.

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[ladykailitha]

The Hellfire Exotic Club Part 7

Hey, guys, I think the not labeling this has got it to see more people and that is fucking depressing as shit. So I will warn in the notes and tags but won't be putting community labels on going forward.

In this we have Wayne come into town and hit off with Steve, things get serious, and Steve explains why Robin and he left their last job.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

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Getting Wayne settled into the spare bedroom was like taking a shower after working hard all day. When that first splash hit, it was painful but as you got used to the temperature your body would relax and all the dirt and stress would just melt away.

Eddie hated that he had to have his uncle come down at all, but he needed the help and Wayne had run that club for twenty years before giving it to Eddie. He would know what to do.

“You want to come and meet Robin and Steve?” Eddie asked, shyly hiding his face behind his hair.

Wayne paused from where he was putting away his clothes in the drawer.

“Could do I suppose. You talk more about the girl then you do the boy, and I have a pretty good guess as to why.”

Eddie blushed dark red. “I am but a horny man and yet, despite my job being about selling sex I have not gotten laid in awhile. So I am very weak and he is very pretty.”

Wayne snorted and rolled his eyes. He went back to unpacking his things. “I can stay for as long as you need me, Ed. Doris is fine to look after my plants, I’m retired, I don’t need to go rushing off nowhere.”

Eddie sat down hard on the bed and put his hands in his lap. “I don’t know if I’m built for owning a club. I’m burning the candle at both ends and there are times the only reason I know the day of the is by the fucking color theme when I walk in.”

Wayne sat down on the bed next to him and pulled him in for a hug. Eddie let out a shuddering breath and then suddenly he was crying. He didn’t know where all this was coming from. He thought he had a handle on the club. On his dancers. But he felt like he was falling apart at the seams.

“You’re just tired, son,” Wayne murmured. “But that’s why I’m here. This is partly my fault. I should have eased you into it, given you a couple of years of running it with me as your second then you wouldn’t be in this position. But I’m here now.”

Eddie wanted to refute that claim, but the more he sat there and stewed in that thought, the more it made sense. He nodded.

They sat like that for a moment. Eddie just soaking up the attention and support that he only ever got from Wayne.

He raised his head and wiped his eyes. “Thanks. I think you’ll really like the new show.”

Wayne huffed out a laugh and shook his head. “You really need a social life.”

“Yeah?” Eddie said with a grin. “Is that what Doris is? A social life?”

Wayne pushed him off the bed and Eddie landed on the floor with a thump and a startled laugh. “Don’t put out if you can’t take it, old man.”

“Shut your pie hole,” Wayne groused. He stood up and held out his hand to him. “Let’s go meet this pretty boy of yours.”

~

When Wayne walked into the club, he was impressed on how clean it was. He knew Eddie hired people to clean up, break down, and setup for the next day. But it was clearly worth the effort.

The club was made up in a dark sea of blues. But it wasn’t silky, everything was soft and well... lazy. Perfect for Sloth. Up on the stage the dancers were practicing their numbers. They were all dressed up in various stages of warm up gear. Shorts, tank tops, leotards, tights, some barefoot, others with the balls of their feet tapped, others still in soft soled shoes. No point in wearing heels and twisting something they shouldn’t.

They were currently practicing one the burlesque numbers that they did for the dinner crowd, but it didn’t take a genius or even someone who knew the rest of the dancers to know which one was Steve.

He was the one that lit up like a fucking Christmas tree the moment Eddie walked in and called out his nephew’s name like it was a god damned prayer.

“Hey, Stevie!” Eddie cried back and Wayne refrained from shaking his head fondly. He didn’t know who Ed thought he was fooling, but he was close to head over hills with this boy.

Steve jumped off the stage and came bounding up to the two of them. “Who’s this handsome devil? I’m Steve.”

“I like this one.” Wayne grinned shaking Steve’s hand.

Eddie scoffed and rolled his eyes. “This is the OG devil. My Uncle Wayne.”

“With all due respect, sir,” Steve said with his megawatt smile, “but the Kitty Cat Titty Club was a horrible name! “

Wayne threw his head back and laughed. “I thought it sound great right up until I had to put it on business cards. It didn’t sound so great after that.”

Eddie went starry-eyed at Wayne and Steve getting along so well so fast. Pretty soon the only thing standing in the way of him just bending the dancer over his desk and fucking him will be his own god damned stupid rule.

God, kill him now.

But, alas there was no lightning strike and they were being surrounded by the other dancers greeting Wayne and welcoming him back.

“You coming back for good?” Stella asked Wayne, giving Steve the side eye.

Eddie and Steve immediately bristled at the implication that Eddie couldn’t hack it. Eddie was just a little burned out and needed help, not to be replaced.

“Stella Mubarak,” Wayne greeted with a warm smile. “It’s been awhile. We’ll talk later over coffee, but everyone needs to know this right off the bat. I’m here as Eddie’s guest. I’m not here to look at the books, or change dancers, or any of that other nonsense. I’m just here for a couple of weeks because I haven’t seen much of Eddie and since he’s the one running this place, I came to him. The only changes I intend to make is my underwear.”

Steve and Eddie glanced at each other and hid a smirk.That was certainly one way to put any rumors to bed.

“All right, guys!” Eddie called out, “Enough with mugging my uncle. Give him time to breath for fuck sake. He just got into town and will be staying awhile. You can visit with him on your days off. In fact I know he’d like that. But shoo, back to doing what you do best and that’s looking pretty.”

Wayne chuckled as he watched Steve blush at the compliment even though it was directed at everyone.

They all wandered back to the stage, Steve lingering for a moment longer before following suit. Eddie led the way to the office and flopped down at his desk. He tilted head back and sighed dramatically.

Wayne sat in one of the chairs in front of the desk. “When you said there was drama, I was thinking the usual backstabbing and jealously that comes from being a dancer. But Stella asking me outright if I was gonna replace you right in front of the whole fucking troupe was ridiculous. The absolute balls on that one.”

Eddie raised his head and looked him in the eye. “She thinks that Steve changing the show a little is the end of times and won’t accept change. She was also one of the more vocal members telling me I shouldn’t have fired Billy. Which I really fucking should have a hell of a lot sooner.”

Wayne hummed and rubbed his chin thoughtfully. “Billy’s always been something a dark horse even when I ran the show, but I always thought it was bravado and not actual malice. I hate to say that I was that wrong about a person.”

Eddie buried his head in his hands. “I don’t want to fire Stella too, but I think things are going to get worse before they get better.”

“Always a possibility, unfortunately.”

Eddie got up and went to the filing cabinets. He pulled out two files and handed them to Wayne. “I know you’re not here for this, but look at the numbers from when Billy was in his heyday and the last two weeks with Steve.”

Wayne took them from him pulling out the spreadsheet from a couple of years ago first. The numbers were good, and pretty even across the board. Then he pulled out the spreadsheet for the current month. Steve’s numbers were at least thirty percent higher.

“That’s impressive,” Wayne said with raised eyebrows. “I know he’s only in his first couple of weeks and could dip a little, but I doubt it would be much considering the sheer charisma coming off of him in waves.”

Eddie nodded sitting on the corner of the desk. “He’s an even better dancer. Holy fuck, Uncle Wayne, when I first saw him dance I could feel the emotion radiating off him.”

“Sounds like Stella is jealous at the sudden attention he’s getting,” Wayne said thoughtfully. “I would normally say to just wait it out and see what happens when the dust settles, but–”

There was a large crash and suddenly Eddie and Wayne were on their feet, dashing out the door back to the front of the club.

When they arrived they saw that Steve was at the base of the stage, looking like he’d fallen off of it.

Eddie rushed to his side. “What the hell happened?”

Steve looked at him and then back at the stage. He just shook his head. Snitches got stitches apparently. And hooboy was Eddie pissed. Steve may have not had any desire to rat the person out, but Eddie was going to show his wrath.

He stood up slowly. “Wayne, go check the security recordings.” He raised his head slowly. “And if he finds that anyone pushed him off, will not only be fired, but I will make sure to press charges of assault.

Steve closed his eyes and laid back on the floor with a groan. Eddie looked down at him with a raised eyebrow.

Steve indicated to the office with a jerk of his head. Eddie nodded.

“Hey, Jeff,” he said, “can you get some ice for Stevie here? I’m going to take him to my office to make sure he’s okay.”

“On it!” Jeff replied heading for the kitchen.

Eddie helped Steve to his feet and whispered, “Limp, make a show of it.”

Steve’s eyes went wide, but without so much as a nod to acknowledge what had been said, suddenly Eddie was carrying most of Steve’s weight. His head lulled to the side and he had the most pained expression on his face.

If he hadn’t seen the change in demeanor himself, he would have been really concerned.

They made it to the office and the change in Steve was instantaneous. He straightened up and closed the door quickly behind them.

“All right,” Eddie huffed. “What’s going on? Because the usual reaction to being told that being assaulted was going to be reported to the cops certainly isn’t frustration.”

Steve sat in the same chair that Wayne had just vacated with a flump. “This can’t go any further than this because it’s an active court case and letting you know only stretches the law, not break it.”

Eddie’s eyebrows shot up. “You want to repeat that?”

Steve buried his head in hands for a moment and then slowly raised his head. This Steve looked worn down and defeated. Something Eddie didn’t know how to deal with. The man was usually bright and sunny.

“When I talked to Robin about coming out to the dancers she didn’t want to,” Steve began. “And if Chrissy wasn’t gay and you weren’t bisexual, she wouldn’t have done. Probably would have convinced me not to as well, Chrissy’s comfort be damned.”

“That’s pretty harsh.”

It also didn’t sound like the Robin he had known these past couple of weeks either. The girl was empathetic to the nth degree.

Steve picked at his nails for a moment before spoke again. “You know I worked as a pole dancing instructor for the rec center, did you know Robin was a cleaner there?”

Eddie nodded. He did all the hiring for the club, not just the dancers.

“Her manager was a real piece of work,” Steve said softly. “Racist, misogynistic, and worse; homophobic. He was really bad.”

“So why hadn’t he had been fired?” Eddie asked tilting his head to the side.

“We didn’t know then,” Steve explained, “but we found out after that his uncle was the man who provided the funds for the center to be built. His uncle’s name was on the god damned building.”

Good ole fashion nepotism was the absolute worst. He said as if he didn’t get where he was because his uncle was the previous owner.

“So what happened?”

“He over heard her talking about a hot actress she liked.”

Eddie licked his lips slowly. “Oh shit.”

Steve nodded. “There was no doubt it wasn’t just admiration. He cornered her a storage closet about a week later and started beating her,” he muttered. “If I hadn’t been running late to my class I wouldn’t have her heard her. I managed to pull him off of her and called cops.”

“Did he...” Eddie trailed off. The normal reaction from these types wasn’t just abuse.

Steve shook his head. “I don’t know if I got there before he started or if he just meant to beat her, but no... Thank god!”

Eddie huffed out a sigh of relief.

“Then what happened?” he asked.

“He got arrested,” Steve said darkly, “and we got fired. Her for being gay, though they never said that out loud, and me because I called the cops.”

And then it hit him.

“That’s why the two of needed your days off to align!” Eddie cried. “Shit man, if you had said something I could have made arrangements, especially since it wouldn’t have been a permanent change. “

Steve smile softly. “She didn’t want anyone to know.”

“That’s fair.”

Wayne slipped into the room with Jeff behind him with an ice pack. Jeff handed it to Steve who immediately put it on his elbow.

“I looked at the recordings,” Wayne said. “But there were too many people around Steve to see who pushed him.”

“Shit.”

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CH. 3

Hit Me Hard & Soft

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A/N- Don’t forget to like & rb! Chapter 4 coming out on Thursday! I can’t wait to get into ittttt ୨୧⠀

Remy’s POV

The crumpled, yellow paper in my hands taunted me days later. $425 in big, bold, black letters. For parking near a handicap ramp. Near. Even though it wasn’t. It was probably half a car away from mine! Unlocking my laptop, I thought about the dent in my bank account after paying this off.

“Can’t you go to court and try to get them to take it back?” Billie scrolled through TikTok, sprawled out on the couch across from me.

“I didn’t take a picture of my parking. I have no proof.” I sighed, blowing my bangs out of my face.

She locked her phone, placing it on her chest. “I’m sorry, Rem. That sucks.” A sympathetic half smile formed on her face.

“I literally can’t afford this right now.” My hands ran thru my hair and rubbed my eyes dry.

Billie got up and floated over to me, sitting on the floor right next to me and grabbing my laptop from my hands. “Hey…” she murmured. “I’ll take care of it. Don’t worry.”

I took the laptop back and placed it on the floor in front of me, shutting it gently. “No, no way. I can’t ask you to do that.”

“You’re not asking me. I want to!” She grabbed the parking ticket off the coffee table and typed the website into her phone.

“Billie you know how I feel about that. Stop, give it here.”

She looked at me, unable to comprehend why $425 was such a big deal. She could pay everyone’s parking tickets for a year and still have enough to spare. But, I’ve always been so independent and adamant about it. I was proud of my studio apartment in Highland Park, even if it was nothing grand or luxurious. I did that all on my own, with no one’s help, and it felt great. Most of the time.

“You’re so stubborn. Why won’t you accept anyone’s help?” She shook her head.

That was the question, wasn’t it? I always took care of everyone and didn’t exactly know how to let others take care of me. Maybe it was the home I grew up in. Maybe it was the generational trauma. Maybe I was just a stubborn bitch.

I dropped down dramatically and rested my head on her criss-crossed lap. She took my face in her cold hands and looked at me, upside down. “You’re gonna end up a lonely old lady with lots of cats.” She leaned down and touched her nose to mine. “You can’t always be so tough.” She sat back up and played with my hair.

“I’ll put it on my credit card. That’s next month’s problem.” I pretended I wouldn’t stress about it for the next couple of weeks. “Are you excited about tour?” I changed the subject, watching her sit up straight, then lean back on her two hands.

“Ah! Yes, psyched! Just sucks my family can’t come with.” This would be her first time touring without Finneas, since he had his own tour. “Come wiff mee?” She asked in her baby voice.

“You know I can’t. But I’ll go see you whenever I can. I promise.” I assured her, holding out my pinky. She didn’t return the favor. “Heyyy” I forced her to pinky promise with me.

“You don’t love mee.” She teased in that silly voice.

I sat up, walking my laptop over to the kitchen counter. I quickly entered my payment credentials as Billie laid flat on the floor. “I’m gonna order food. What do you want?” She held her phone in the air over her face.

Suddenly a notification popped up on the corner of my Mac screen. My phone buzzed on the floor next to Billie.

Gabriel: So reservation for 2 tonight? 3:07pm

I ignored it, finishing out my parking violation. It buzzed again. I looked to the right top corner.

Gabriel: What was that place you used to like downtown?

Billie sat up with ny phone in her hands. “This better be Gabriel Iglesias.” She unlocked my phone and read through the conversation.

I walked over and tried to rip the phone away. “Bro.”

“Remy, seriously? You’re gonna go out with this douche?”

“No! I’m not!” I continued fighting for my phone, failing as she held her arm stiffly on my forehead.

“That’s not what it seems like! I mean, why are you even entertaining this clown? Are you really going to put yourself through this again?”

“Billie! I’m just being nice! It’s just small talk. It’s not going to go anywhere!”

“You care about what he’s been up to, meanwhile he doesn’t even care about the damage he did! Did he ask you how long it took for you to get over him?”

I opened my mouth, but couldn’t even say anything to that. Just yanked it out of her hand and stood up, deleting the conversation. “There. It’s done. Do you want me to block him too?” I walked away, shoving the phone in my pocket. I knew she was right.

“I’m just trying to protect your heart because you won’t do it yourself.”

“I can take care of myself. I always have.” I snapped, crossing my arms.

“Okay.” She stood up, raising her hands up defensively, then began to get her stuff.

“Don’t leave…” My hands dropped to my sides. I gazed at her softly, apologizing with my eyes. “Why is this such a big deal to you?” I quietly asked.

She had her head low, messing with her glasses. “I’m going to miss the fuck out of you on tour, Remy, and I just don’t want you to be here getting hurt by that asshole again. That’s all.” She said, sincerely. “I don’t like the way that you can’t put people in their place. You let them take advantage of you, and I hate it.”

“Billie, that’s not happening again, okay? I’m not even gonna reply.”

She did everything in her power to put me back together again after hurricane Gabriel, and she just wanted me to be okay. I grabbed her hand and led her back to the couch, pulling her down with me.

“I was just trying to act unbothered, I guess. Wanted him to see I was fine without him…” I shook my head, brushing my hair to the side, feeling stupid.

“Remy, I’m saying this because I love you… He. Doesn’t. Care.” She said it sternly, but lovingly. That really hit hard, mostly because I hate to face it, but especially because it’s true.

“You deserve better.”

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Billie’s POV

“You deserve better.” The words rolled off my tongue, and into the silent room. My eyes trailed off to her neck, following the light freckles scattered under her collar bone. My heart was in my throat, wanting to pour out into a million words. I didn’t know how, though.

I brought my gaze up to her watery eyes, filled with emotion. Then, I felt as though my eyes were burning a hole on her rose colored lips, noticing the corner lines they formed as she tried to give me a subtle smile.

“Yeah, you say that a lot.” She said in almost a whisper. Her voice was breathy and shaky, like she wanted to cry. Wrapping my arm around her, she nuzzled into my shoulder and exhaled.

I just wanted to keep her wrapped in my arms, safe from the rest of the world. Was that selfish?

“I mean it.” I choked up. “I don’t want to leave you.” The words escaped my mouth too soon to think about.

“You’ll be fine. You’re going to be great.” She sniffled.

“Will you?” I worried about her.

Not that it was necessary. I mean, she’s the strongest person I know. It’s the way she’s getting thrown around by life right now. Working her ass off for a company that doesn’t even reward her for all the energy and time she puts in, and sending money to her dad… She loved her parents dearly, but she enabled them. They didn’t always make the best choices, and Remy was always fixing their mistakes. Her dad depended on her from time to time, and Remy was always there on time to help. She took care of people. That’s who she was to her core, often not by choice.

God, after all, she’s the one who made Gabriel as successful as he became. Believe it or not, they met at work, while he was a coffee intern for her boss. She put a good word in for Gabe, and her boss gave him the promotion that came with a raise and a way higher position instead of Remy. The asshole never thanked her. He just believed he deserved it, and so did she.

“I’ll be okay. I want you to go and give your fans everything you got, and belt out every note confidently. Know I’ll be cheering you on every night from here.” She patted her couch. “Okay?”

I let the silence fill the air, knowing if I said anything else I might cry. It would be a long tour without my tight-knit support team.

“I’m sorry, I must be so frustrating to deal with. You have so much on your plate and I’m-“ Her voice broke, taking her head off my shoulder, revealing the tears running down her cheeks.

“No, Rem, I’m sorry I went off on you. You’re just everyth-“ I stopped myself, feeling my face hot and my nose runny. I cleared my throat, “You’re my best friend and I want you to have everything you want.”

My stomach flipped inside out as I brought my hands up to wipe her tears, hesitating a bit first. I did my best to clean the mascara off the corners of her eyes, while trying to see out of my own glossy ones.

“Why are we such little bitches right now.” She broke the tension, cry-laughing softly.

I was relieved she still had her sense of humor. Even if she used it to avoid serious conversations sometimes. I joined her sad giggles and she leaned her head back on my shoulder. I sighed, running my fingers through her hair.

We stayed like that for a while, zoning out into the background noise from whatever song played on her pastel yellow Crosley record player. I could stay forever in this cozy, old studio apartment, decorated by way too many plants. I loved that the sage green accent wall in the living room was so thin that you could hear the neighbors’ shared laughter when they had dinner together every night. I loved that Remy could cook in the kitchen and not have to yell across the room at me, sitting on this plush 2-person couch. I loved all of the movie nights, writing sessions, and late night laughing-fits protected behind the small, creaky bedroom door. This is the safe place I don’t have to hide from cameras in, or roll up to 10 different security guards at.

“I’ll make us some banana pancakes.” Remy said, interrupting my thought process.

“At 4:30pm? Bet.” I chuckled.

The rest of the evening was exceptional. No more crying, just laughter per usual. We held a mini performance using cooking utensils as microphones, and after eating our pancakes, she laid her head on my lap, napping as I tried to write some new lyrics.

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Hi so I wanted to request something I just thought of if that’s okay! A little meet cute story from season 4 where reader is the midwife who helped deliver Henry and her and Reid meet in the hospital and just hit it off🥺

this is so cute! this strays a lot from the plot of the episode because i haven't watched it forever and don't feel like it lmao

The Lanky Guy in Room 603

She wasn't sure if the long, lanky man curled up in the uncomfortable chair was Jennifer's brother or husband. He looked young; with a blemish-free baby face and a mop of soft brown hair. She could tell it had a slight curl to it and she had to resist an urge to tuck the stray pieces that fanned out behind his ear. Perhaps it was because she spent her days and nights caring for expecting parents, she just couldn't help but want to care for the sleeping man.

Jennifer was watching television, a pained look on her face as she held her round belly.

"You said it would be today," Jennifer groaned, the pain of labor evident on her face, "It's almost tomorrow."

Y/N sat on the stool beside Jennifer's bed, "I know I did, honey." She pressed a damp cloth to Jennifer sweaty face, attempting to cool down her body temperature. "But it seems like this little baby's got a mind of their own."

"Just like her mother."

The voice came from behind her. The sleep man, now not sleeping, unfolded himself from his pretzel-like position on the chair. He joints popped as he stretched his legs. Y/N noticed his socks were patterned. His left foot donned socks with gray tabby cats and a navy blue background. His right foot donned pumpkins on a lavender background.

Jennifer smiled, thanking Y/N for the damp cloth, as her companion checked her vitals. He peered at the numbers, probably attempting to decipher their meanings regarding his wife's health.

"Your wife is perfectly healthy, sir. You''ll have a healthy, sweet, baby within the next day. I'm sure of it."

Jennifer chuckled, "He's not my husband. Spencer's my....."

"Co-worker. Very proud godfather of her soon to be born baby girl?" Spencer injected, still reading the vitals.

"I'm concerned about JJ's vitals. Are you sure that her lab work is updated? It needs to reflect the high stress nature of her job. And her blood pressure? It was last checked thirteen minutes and twenty seven seconds ago. And does the satellite birth center have enough blood in the bank. On average a laboring mother may loose about...."

"Spence," Jennifer, or JJ as the man named Spencer called her, "I'm going to be just fine. The baby is going to be just fine. Please don't harass the midwife. Or I'll have to switch you out for Penny instead."

"You know if you wanted to get stuff done, you should've picked Hotch or Emily," Spencer countered, "I'm just going to be a nervous wreck."

"You're going to be fine. And think of it as practice for when your wife is pregnant. You'll be a pro by the time that rolls around."

Spencer chuckled dryly. His cheeks blushed crimson as he checked the clock. "It's now been fourteen minutes and thirty four seconds." He whispered under his breath.

"Are you and your wife expecting as well? It kinda smart for her to send you here for a dry run?" Y/N commented, making light talk with Jennifer and Spencer. Through her couple of years a midwife, she learned that many laboring parents and their companions need to have their minds occupied.

"N-no, no wife," Spencer said, his lips formed a tight smile as he looked at Y/N and then back to Jennifer, "We have a very time consuming job. Dating is hard. And family life is even harder. It’s common for many families in the BAU to end with divorce between the two partners.”

“Thanks for the vote of confidence, Spence,” Jennifer quipped as a wave of labor pains came over her.

“I don’t mean you and Will,” Spencer backtracked, “You’re not even married to him.”

Jennifer rolled her eyes at Spencer, and Y/N got the sense that the Spencer and Jennifer shared a sibling-like relationship. It made sense, she supposed as she watched Spencer continuously checked Jennifer’s vitals. He hovered like a mother hen, but made no attempt at physical contact like the husbands usually did.

“Distract her,” Y/N whispered to Spencer, “And don’t talk about how her marriage is statistically likely to end in divorce. That’s not the way to comfort a mom that’s about to push a 8 pound baby out of her vagina.”

Spencer shut his mouth quickly, returning to Jennifer’s side. As Y/N walked out of the room, she noted that the soon to be godfather asked her if she needed anything.

***

“Y/N!” Nurse Lorraine said from her perch. “That tall kid from Room 603, the one that looks like he’s about to faint? He’s looking for you.”

Room 603? Y/N checked her chats, shuffling through the pile of laboring parents.

Ah! That would be Jennifer Jareau. And her very eager friend/co-worker/godfather of her child.

“Oh, Spencer? He’s a sweetheart. Trying to help her. He could teach those husbands a thing or too.” Y/N said, as she typed away at her computer.

“He’s not the husband?” Lorraine questioned, her tone making Y/N stop typing.

“What are you doing, Lo?” Y/N sighed with exasperation. “You’re meddling. And it’s not a cute look, I’m afraid.”

“It’s been how long since that idiot of a man dumped you for his unpaid intern? Todd? Taylor? What was his name again?”

“Tyler. He was an ass. I don’t think I’m ready to get myself back out there. He really did a number on me.” Y/N lamented. She took a sip of her third coffee of the day. It was a distraction from tearing up or worse, actually crying in front of Lorraine, the hardass nurse who makes Attendings cry.

“Y/N, honey,” Lorraine sighed, “Don’t waste your youth or your beauty on someone who doesn’t deserve it. I’m not saying that man in 603 deserves you, but he’s holding his coworker’s hand as she’s delivering a baby that’s not his. All because her boyfriend is stuck at work in New Orleans. He’s a good man. And he’s looking for you. And he blushed when he asked for you.”

Y/N rolled her eyes at Lorraine’s gossipy tendencies. “How do you know all that? I’ve been with him all day and I hardly can get him to tell me his name. Beside the snide comments about me not checking the vitals enough.”

“See! He’s protective over people he cares about, even if talking to the gorgeous nurse terrifies him. I can lock you two in the supply close if you’d like. I mean the piles and piles of extra large padsicles and bed pens aren’t very romantic, but maybe romance isn’t what you need right now.” Lorraine quipped.

Ignoring Lorraine, “I’m going to see what he wants from me.” Y/N said, recoiling because she knew Lorraine would twist her words into some sort of sexual innuendo.

“Go get’em, Tiger!” Lorraine called from the Nurse’s Station with a mischievous glint in her eye.

***

“Spencer?” Y/N whispered, noting that Jennifer was sleeping in her bed, “Nurse Lorraine said you wanted to speak to me.”

Even in the dark room, minus the glow of equipment monitoring Jennifer, Y/N could see his light blush. He was cute. She thought that before Lorraine even broached the subject. She though that when she silently wondered if he was Jennifer’s husband or not.

He was cute. Handsome, even.

Spencer couldn’t be more than 26 or 27. He had brown eyes that were kind and warm. Spencer looked gentle, and that was evident by the easy way he cared for Jennifer.

“I wanted to make sure I was doing it right,” Spencer confessed, “I’m not really good with all this,” he waved his hand around the room to show what he meant, “My mind can only focus on the possibilities of what can go wrong. I’m not cut out for this.”

“For what being a companion? A godfather? Spencer, Jennifer clearly cares for you and wants you in her baby’s life. She sees that you’re kind and caring and gentle.”

Spencer cracked a smile, warming Y/N heart. She hated it. Yet she liked it. And that only made her hate it more.

“Thanks.” Spencer said, taking a sip of his probably now cold coffee.

“You know there’s an excellent microwave in the nurse’s lounge room. Lorraine bullies enough attendings that I can totally sneak you in there to warm up your coffee.” Y/N offered, “Jennifer needs sleep. It’s the best thing for her right now. Besides, I can teach you how to swaddle a baby and change a diaper.”

“I know how to deliver a baby,” Spencer said, “It’s a lot messier than I thought.” He said with a shiver.

“Are you in healthcare?” Y/N asked they walked to the nurse’s lounge. It was so late that most of the families were either sleeping, in labor, or being discharged. “You certainly know a lot about medicine. And for the record we do have plenty of blood in stock. But we’re looking for donors every third Tuesday if the month.”

“Not technically. Well, not the doctor you’re thinking of at least. I have three PhDs. In mathematics, chemistry, and psychology. It’s….a lot I know,” He offered a small smile, “People either think I’m like some super genius or a freak. But not. I’m just….me.”

“Well I happen to think that you’re pretty awesome just being you. I can’t technically say it, but you and Jennifer are my favorites of the night. So it’s only my duty as a L&D nurse to make sure you are the best baby swaddling godfather in the metro area.”

“Now that’s quite the title to live up to. Do we use real babies or dolls to practice?” Spencer inquired.

Y/N giggled as she reached into the supply closet, “I’m in the business of delivering babies. Not kidnapping them, Dr. Spencer……?”

“Reid.”

“Reid.” She nodded, handing him a baby doll to practice with. “If it was twelve hours earlier I would be making you wrap my burrito to practice.”

“I think I’m going to equally as bad as wrapping a burrito as I would be a baby.” He confessed.

“Fear not, young grasshopper, your teacher is here.” Y/N teased, grabbing Spencer by the arm to the table where she ate lunch every day with Lorraine and Hector, her favorite to nurses on the floor.

She laid out a blanket and a baby on the table as her and Spencer stood side by side. “So fold the corner of the blanket down for the baby’s head to rest. And the you gently lay the baby down. Now wrap over the left triangle to the baby’s middle.” She watched as he followed expertly, “Good! Now fold up the little triangle at the baby’s feet. Make sure it’s snug, but not too tight.”

“It’s easier than it looks,” Spencer said as he folded the last part of the blanket and held up a swaddled baby doll.

“Now try when it when a baby is screaming at you and you’ve been on your feet for ten hours.”

“I’ll sit to my day job,” Spencer joked, “But call me if you ever need a swaddling partner.”

Y/N’s face heated at the thought of calling Spencer, of talking to him beyond this night when he friend was about to give birth.

“Where did you learn how to deliver a baby?” She asked, hoping to divert the conversation.

“I read about it.” Spencer replied.

“In college? Did you take a human biology class on pregnancy as well?”

“Uh, no,” Spencer said, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly, “I read about it. I read it today when JJ was getting admitted.”

“Getting admitted takes like 30 minutes? How on Earth did you read about human delivery in 30 minutes?” Y/N asked with awe on her face.

“Actually, it took 31 minutes and twelve seconds. Which is 2 minutes and 39 seconds faster than the average,” He blushed when Y/N raised eyes meant his comment only added to her questions, not answered them, “I have a very good memory. And I can read fast.” He explained.

“Oh,” Y/N said, taking out two mugs from the cabinet, “that explains the three PhDs and how you hounded me about vitals before. You’re brilliant. And a very good friend.”

“I don’t get brilliant often. Genius, yes. Freak, yes. Strange, yes. But brilliant isn’t usually reserved for me. I think my quirks out weigh my strengths and thus that changes how I’m perceived.”

“Well, I don’t see a freak or a stranger,” Y/N told him, “I see a man who’s probably 6’3” that crammed himself into a tiny plastic chair and has been fetching ice chips and throwing down with the toughest nurse to get his friend a blanket. That’s not a freak. Or a weirdo. Or anything besides a good, gentle, kind man. I don’t really know you, but it’s my job to watch people here. I watch all these husbands who don’t dote on their wives as they push a whole baby out of their bodies. They complain to them about how long it took to find parking, or that they had to pay 10 bucks for a decent cup of coffee at the cafe, or that the chairs hurt their back. I haven’t heard you say that once. You’re good, Spencer. There’s a reason Jennifer wants you to be her baby’s godfather.”

Stunned, Spencer’s lip twitched into what resembled a smile. He bit his lip as his eyes scanned the room.

“Thank you,” Spencer whispered, “it means more than you know.”

“Good. You seem like the kind of person that deserves to hear good things. And plus, I’m sure your wife or girlfriend will be very happy you spent the night learning how to swaddle babies and change diapers.”

“Uh, I’m not committed to anyone.” Spencer corrected, the blush returned to his face, this time it crawled all the way up to his ears. It only increased his cuteness as it increased the way Y/N’s heart pumped blood. Her nervous system was on overdrive and she hasn’t even touched the man. Yet there was something about him that drew him to her.

“Oh, seeing someone casually and don’t want to freak her out?” Y/N offered. “Because I will admit that’s not what you want to say to the girl you have a situationship with.”

“A situationship?” Spencer questioned, shaking his head. “Never mind. I’m not seeing anyone casually or otherwise. It’s never been my strong suit.”

“Seriously?” Y/N said, pouring her coffee and Spencer a cup, “That’s very surprising.”

“Why?” Spencer asked, accepting the coffee with a tight lipped smile.

“Not to cross any professional boundaries, but you’re literally what most girls look for when they want a partner. Especially one that they want to you know,” she gestured to the baby doll on the table, “settle down with. You’re husband material.”

“Husband material?” Spencer asked, clearly beyond confusion. It was like it was his first time hearing that he was desirable to women. An overwhelming urge to tell him just how desirable he was to her overcame Y/N.

She fought it hard.

“You know,” she started, “you’ve got a great job, nice and normal friends, you’re close friends with a woman, but there’s zero sexual tension between the two of you. That means a lot to girls. It means that you can see women as whole people.”

“What else would I see them as?” Spencer questioned aloud. “They’re people. Not props or conquests.”

Y/N threw her hands up in surrender as if she finally has given up. “See, you’re like perfect. Not to mention you’re very nice to look at.”

Spencer gulped a big sip of coffee, but the burning liquid spewed out all over him and the table. Y/N dodged it, spending nearly three years getting out of the way of mysterious liquids from all different patients had certainly paid off.

“Sorry, sorry, god that was embarrassing,” Spencer lamented. “I hope I didn’t get it all over you.” He apologized.

Holding in a giggle, Y/N waved off his fears. “Don’t worry. You’re just fine, Spencer.”

In more ways than one, she thought silently to herself.

“I apologize if I made you uncomfortable. It’s highly unprofessional of me to comment on your appearance.”

No matter how attractive she finds him.

Spencer’s face melted as she apologized. “No!” He practically yelled. “Don’t think that. Please don’t think that. I didn’t mind it at all. It’s just, I’m not used to hearing it. Especially from women that are like you.”

“Like me?”

“Smart. Hardworking. Kind. Funny. Beautiful.” Spencer confessed.

The last one hit a certain part of her heart that went pang. Tyler never called her beautiful. He would call her hot and sexy, but not beautiful. But maybe once he did. But he said she “looked beautiful” not that she was beautiful.

There was a difference between looking beautiful and being beautiful. And she was looking right at it.

“Spencer,” Y/N whispered. “Once Jennifer is discharged from L&D could I maybe take you out on a date?“

Spencer nodded, and she swore she could see his eyes light up at the possibility of something between them.

“Sure. Isn’t there a blood donation clinic next week?” He smiled and took a sip of his coffee, “I promise I won’t spew coffee all over you when you compliment me again,”

***

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Diamonds and Desire | H.S

summary: when harry starts to see his best friend in a different light, his whole night changes

word count: 1.7k+

warnings: 18+ mdni, p in v, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), fingering, dirty talk, baseballplayer!harry

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I feel the burn in my muscles as this game comes to an end. Since I play pitcher, it takes a toll on my shoulder that I hurt a few weeks back. Luckily, I've been seeing someone about it so hopefully I can play in finals this year.

I hear the whistle telling me the game is over. We won 16-4.

Picking me up tonight is one of my close friends, Emilia Gomez. She's my doctor's daughter, I see her all the time in the office, I'm there quite a bit so we've gotten really close.

I see her car as I walk over to the parking lot, the trunk opens, telling me she saw me.

I reach down to put my stuff into the trunk, being careful not to hit my head as I stand up.

As I look up, I see her already looking at me through the rear-view mirror. I held my eyes with hers and for the first time, it felt different. I have never felt this way when she's looked at me before, like I'm all warm inside.

I blame it on my tiredness, brush it off and go to get in the car.

As I'm getting in, Emilia starts to ask, “So, how was it? Did you win?”

“Yeah 16-4” I tell her. Trying not to make eye contact.

“Way to go Harry! As long as you didnt hurt your shoulder, I'm sure my mom would be proud too.”

I laugh. “Thanks, Em.” I say, still not looking up.

“Hey, what's up?” She says putting her hand on my shoulder

“Oh sorry. Nothing. I think I'm just really stressed because finals are coming up.”

She undoes her seatbelt and shifts closer to me, keeping her one hand on my shoulder.

Her long brown hair is tied up in a messy ponytail and her sweats hide everything she has worked so hard to get. A shame. Even like this, she's still so beautiful.

God, Harry. Stop.

“C’mon Harry, I think you need to take a break” She starts moving her hand over my chest, making my breath pick up.

“Em, c’mon let's go home” I say, not wanting to give in.

“No, Harry. I think you need a break. A real good one. Let me help you”

A smile creeps its way to my lips.

“What are you thinking, pretty?”

She blushes at the nickname. Cute.

She continues her hand over my chest and slowly gets closer to my dick, which is half hard already with how close she's gotten to me in the past 5 minutes.

My breath hitches in my throat at her next words.

“Let me fuck you, Harry. We both know you've wanted this since the first day you saw me sitting in that office chair.”

Her hand slips lower and she starts palming me through my uniform. These pants doing a shit job and concealing my hard on.

“Fuck, Em” Her hand feels so good moving over me.

I know we shouldn't be doing this, her mom would kill me, but God does it feel good.

“What do you say, Harry?” She says, squeezing me tighter. “Want to fuck me, yeah?”

“God, Emilia. Yes, Please. Please let me fuck you.”

And with that, she gets out of her seat and straddles my lap. She places her cunt directly over my now fully erect cock.

“Needy, hmm?” She says as she starts to grind back and forth on my lap.

“Jus’ been a while, Em. Don't get too cocky.” I say with a smirk.

I jerk my hips upward and I hit directly against her clit, making her let out a gasp.

“Harry,” She moans.

She starts to grind harder and faster now.

“You're all mine now, Pretty.”

I start kissing her neck, earning a groan out of her.

This is so errotic, I have never seen her like this. She has always been Em, the girl who I met through her mom. Now, she's hungrily grinding against my dick, moaning my name. This is the hottest thing I've ever experienced.

She reaches for my belt buckle, pawing to get my bottoms off. Then she reaches to take my shirt off.

Now I am left in only my boxers.

I reach down for her pants, pulling them off. She takes her shirt off while I do this, leaving her solely in her bra and underwear on top of me.

“So beautiful,” I say, never expecting to see her like this.

Her face tints red at my words.

I go to feel her, my fingers brushing against the fabric of her thong.

“So wet for me, yeah? You want my cock, baby?”

Her head falls backwards on her shoulders as she says; “Yes please, Harry. Please fuck me. Take it out on me.”

My lips surge towards hers, my fingers moving her panties aside, toying with her clit, making her falter and lean into my shoulder.

We both moan into the kiss, her hands coming back to palm me and my fingers moving faster over her clit.

My fingers dip lower and slowly into her. When my fingers reach their limit, I start to move them in a “come hither” motion, making Emilia feral. Moaning my name.

“Fuck, Harry. God,” She says breathlessly.

I move my fingers faster as she starts to pick up the pace of her hand. Her dripping cunt making a mess of my baseball pants. I dont mind though, shes so fucking hot.

“Fuck, Harry. I’m so close,”

The corner of my mouth lifts up,

“Gonna soak my hands, darling?” I say as I speed up the motion of my fingers.

She bends down to start kissing my neck, earning a deep groan from me. My cock is so hard, it hurts. I’m determined to get her to her first high of the night.

I feel her start to clench hard around my fingers, letting me know she’s almost there.

I add my thumb to circle around her clit, making her bite down hard on my neck making me moan. Her hand is still going on my cock.

The pressure in my lower back increases the faster she moves. I’m running out of time.

I move my fingers as fast as I can inside of her with my thumb vigorously moving over her clit. I finally feel her clench really hard around my fingers, letting go.

“Fuck- Harry- Shit,” She says, muffled by her head in my neck.

I slow down, but don’t stop as she comes back down from her high.

I lean in to kiss her, sitting her back down on my lap.

I’m so eager to be inside her, I can feel her arousal dripping onto my dick. Fuck.

“Do I need a condom?” Asking her. Selfishly hoping I don’t. I’m aching to feel her, all of her.

“No, I’m clean and on birth control,”

I sigh subtly in relief. Longing to be inside her already.

I line up my cock with her cunt and I slowly begin to push in.

Emilia moans at this, being super sensitive from her previous orgasm.

As I push all the way in, we both let out a moan. This feeling being so good for the both of us.

“Fuck, Harry. You’re so big,” Em moans into my neck.

“Don’t have to tell me twice,” I say with a laugh.

“Now who’s the cocky one,” Emilia rolls her eyes.

I begin to thrust up into her, catching her off guard. My lips connect to hers and we both moan into the kiss.

She holds my hips down and starts to move over me, switching between grinding and bouncing, making my head spin.

This feels way too good for someone who’s not a virgin. Fuck.

I got to unclip her bra, revealing her tits to me. I reach and hand up to play with them.

I enclose my lips over her right nipple, earning a moan out of her.

She rips me from her chest, encasing her lips with mine. Biting my bottom lip. She starts to pick up the pace with her hips.

“Fuck, Em. You feel so fucking good,”

The ache in my spine is getting more intense, I have to speed this up. I have to cum and I have to do it fast or I’m going to lose my mind.

I can tell Emilia is getting tired, her movements have slowed down.

I help her out by grabbing her thighs and moving her back and forth on top of me.

I reach up and shove two fingers into her mouth.

She mumbles my name through my fingers, sucking harshly on them.

Emilia continues to grind down onto me, I’m getting closer and closer to my release.

I take my fingers out of her mouth and reach down to her clit and start rubbing vigorous circles onto her.

I can feel her start to clench around me,telling me she's getting closer.

I lift her hips to hover over me and start to pound up into her, in hopes of getting her to finish before me.

She pulls harshly at my hair, making me moan. I am getting so close it hurts.

As I near my end, Emilia starts clenching and her legs start to shake.

“Harry, Harry, Harry,”

“Let it all out, Pretty. I got you,”

She finally finishes around my cock with one last hard thrust.

I'm so close at this point, I start to speed up. Emilia starts to talk me closer and closer over the edge.

“C’mon baby, let go of me,”

And with that, I let go. Spilling deep inside her, burying myself as deep as possible.

“Damn, I think you should be stressed out more often,”

I laugh at this. Slowly pulling out of her. My actions make her wince at the sensitivity.

I shoot her a “I'm sorry” glance as she goes back to sit in the driver's seat.

She drives me home, and we talk just like normal.

That was the best night of my whole life.

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a/n: hi guys! i hope you enjoyed it! let me know how it went, it was my first time writing something like this and i'd love feedback!

[habaritess]

I largely enjoyed The Bear season 4. I loved where the show went with most of the characters. These characters have become like a comfort blanket to me because I enjoyed them so much and fell for them so hard. That only happens when a show really hit with me in terms of characterization. I care about each and every one of them and loved watching them grow, and I loved what they choose to do with each of them.

Marcus winning chef of the year is well deserved. We started off with a character who was just meandering through life, only to find his passion and he jumps head first into it, researching, finding inspiration, learning from his mistakes, all to come out at the end as not only a good chef, but easily one of the best. I loved that for him.

I enjoyed seeing Donna, the mother, own up to her mistakes and have episodes that focused on her recognizing her toxicity and trying to make up for it. I loved that scene with Donna apologizing to Carmy and finally telling him he is enough! And Carmy accepting that apology and wanting to make something for her. I had no idea whether or not he would forgive his mother and I can see why he wouldn't, but he chose to open that door up, and it makes me so happy!

We saw Richie dealing with his mental torment at the ideal of a more successful and wealthy man marrying his wife and, what felt to him, replacing him as a dad in his daughters life and how insecure he felt in his life because of it. A situation any human can sympathize with, only to discover that he isn't the only one who is incredibly insecure in his new role, and the new man in the house is just as rattled about this change as he is. He discovered how his daughter will always have him as number one in her heart, and a stepfather will never change that.

I loved seeing Ebrahim taking the time, energy, and research to make the next step in his work. He did not want to go back to school and I really respect him for that, because not everyone grows in that kind of institution. I think that is very important and what I loved about the Bear. Marcus didn't go to school for cooking, he devotedly followed his passion and tried to get better and better at it and did. He didn't need to take out thousands of dollars in loans to do it. Ebrahim is potentially going to grow The Beef into a successful franchise as him as the head.

I enjoyed seeing Tina and her struggle with the standards of being in a professional kitchen. I can relate to her and her frustrations. From watching all 4 seasons, you see Tina struggling to keep up, and the stress that comes with it. But she didn't give up. She practiced and practiced at it until she could do it, and this is a really important lesson in it all.

One of the things I loved about The Bear is how all the characters are now in way better positions in life than where they first started. They all obtained the skills they needed to really advanced in life and if worst comes to worst and The Bear closes, I can see them all being able to move on professionally. They aren't just sitting ducks who will collapse with the barn when it falls. Marcus not only has the skills now, but is now nationally recognized for his skills, Tina has professional culinary classes under her belt so finding a job in another professional cooking environment should be easier, Ebrahim could potentially take The Beef to new heights, and Gary is becoming a wine expert and can work in similar field now. They don't NEED The Bear anymore, which is important. They choose it because they are found family and want this restaurant to work to stay together.

I feel like all these characters have been given very satisfactory character development, and I can see the light at the end of the tunnel for them as far as where they are all going. It was a joy to watch them.

The show did everyone else so well that it is incredibly puzzling to me that they failed in the progression of the two main characters of The Bear, and part of the reason why they failed in it, IMO, is that the story forgoes the obvious conclusion that was building up from the first 3 seasons of The Bear in order to push Carmy in a direction that is away from restaurant entirely and away from his partnership with Sydney, and that makes NO sense.

And this is getting much too long, but I will continue in another post about most of my hang ups with Season 4.

[one-piece-aus]

Unbottle Your Emotions

Eustass Kid x Reader (Part 6)

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6

Taglist: @lingxio @h0n3y-l3m0n05 @tremendoushorsepatrolgoth @lil-skelly-bones (ask or comment if you want to be added)

Ahoy! This has been a fun chapter to write! A few important characters are introduced in this chapter and emotions are building up in [Y/n]. For a little context, Koby is living in the Monkey household because I said so :3

Enjoy ^-^

"He's going to kill me, Hawkins."

You worried as you strolled through the halls with your fellow loner. The poor textbooks were suffocating from your tight grip.

"Who is going to kill you?" Hawkins inquired for clarification.

"Eustass." You eye the hallway for any of Kid's crew. Only when you noted no signs did you turn your back as you reached your locker and opened it.

"Don't you think you're being overdramatic, [Y/n]?" It's rare for Hawkins to brush off your worry, but it only happens if he already read the cards.

"No, I'm not. I might know how to avoid ticking him off with words but actions are an unpredictable minefield, and I might have set one off." You stressed taking your backpack out of your locker and shoving your books inside.

"Why don't you just ask-?"

"I can't ask him!" Your words straining through your teeth, looking at Hawkins as if he suggested you should spoil the ending to a popular franchise to a bunch of die hard fans. "Because if he wasn't mad before then he will be since I planted that idea in his head. I'll be dead either way."

"I was going to suggest asking his friends..."

"Oh..." You turn back to your locker and grab your binders to put them in your backpack. "I don't know about that either..."

"My club starts in 5 minutes, I believe Heat and Wire will be there, if you'd like, I could inquire for you," Hawkins offered.

"Really?"

"But you're coming over tonight to practice your math."

"What? Nooooooo, come on. Can't it be for lunch tomorrow?" You pouted.

"It can't be helped, remember? Your family only allows you to go out if it's for homework."

Your face grims. "That's right." 

Thing is, it's more complicated than that.

"I'll let you know when I'm home, try to remain calm until then." Hawkins rested a hand on your shoulder.

"I'll try."

With that Hawkins takes his leave.

A sigh escapes as you finish packing your bag, mind filled with dread. Closing your locker door, you turn to head off when you see Law two lockers over, closing his locker. He notices you and smirks.

Fuck. Your cheeks start burning as you know exactly why he has the smug look. Bastard won't let you live down your embarrassment from two years ago. You face your locker, ignoring him. He seems to get the message and walks away. Once you're sure he's gone, you hit your head against the locker. Sadly it does nothing to shoo the memory of what happened in gym class. Great now your face is heating up more. Why did that have to be the reason he knows you exist?

"Stupid dodgeball!" You kick the locker next to yours. "Stupid teammates!" Another kick. You're at least grateful no one else witnessed it since it only happened early game, and Trafalgar hasn't bothered spreading rumours about it, not that it'd do any good in school since no one knows who the invisible kid is. However, you had a feeling, he would use it as blackmail over you if he knew how.

Gripping the straps of your backpack, you exit the hallway. Most students have disappeared to their clubs or already left the building, you take extra precautions sneaking around now that you have no cover. Your hand finally reaches the exit doors, opens it and you step outside.

"Hi [L/n]."

"AHH!" You jump out of your skin, startling the boy who greeted you. Your eyes flicker to him, calming down. "Oh, it's just you Koby."

"Sorry, didn't mean to scare you." He bashfully scratches the back of his neck.

"Just don't do it again." You subtly place a hand on your chest, feeling your heart rate return to normal. "What are you doing right next to the doors anyway?"

"Drake said these are the doors you normally use," Koby explained, you gave him a weird look and for a moment you thought he was going to bring up seeing you with Kid at lunch, until he elaborated. "I wanted to walk home with him so he told me to wait with you."

"Oh? So that's all?" You double-check, raising a brow. He nods, so you gesture for him to follow you. "You know my dad doesn't like Strawhat's grandpa, it might be a problem if I walk home with you."

"It's alright, we'll be stopping by my house first so you and Drake don't get in trouble."

"Right." Your voice becoming monotone.

A moment passes as you stop at the meetup tree, Koby looks up at you, worry written on his expression. "...You seemed to be on edge earlier."

"I'm always on edge," you blatantly reply. "Most people just don't realize or scare me like that."

"Sorry..." Koby looks away, seemingly dropping the subject.

Guilt nips at your heart, you don't want to make him feel bad. Though as much as your conscience yells at you to comfort him, you don't. It may be selfish but if Koby associates you with this feeling after greeting you, he's more likely to ignore and avoid you. It'll help prevent future eggshells from being broken and getting you in trouble, so you hope.

A notification from your phone goes off. You grab your device, turning it on to see who it is.

New Message from [Leader Eustass Kid]

You were about to open your phone to read it when you noticed Koby perk up.

"Hey Drake!" Koby greeted his friend.

"Hey Koby, [Y/n]." Drake nodded in acknowledgement.

"Hey..." You briefly wave.

There's a bit of an awkward silence, Drake staring at you as if wanting to ask how your day was and you avoiding eye contact, not wanting to interact with him. You began walking, Drake and Koby following in tow. Koby begins rambling about something Luffy has done. You're grateful Koby came along now, Drake's attention is on him and not you. 

With room to breathe, you pulled out your phone and checked Kid's message.

[Leader Eustass Kid]

Where were you at the end of lunch?

Crap, he did notice you disappearing. Not good. Should you make a likely excuse? ...No, you have a feeling he'd know a bullshit excuse when he sees one. Just keep it brief.

[You]

I left

Lunch was over so I left

. . .

Your eyes anxiously stare at the loading dots, his response being typed. Fingers tapping to the rhythm of the flow. Fear sits on your shoulder to watch the screen.

[Leader Eustass Kid]

Say something before you leave next time

Right, he'll be inviting you again when your project's over. Reminder aside, you can't tell the emotion behind his text. Whether he's mad or letting it go, you'll only know when you go over to Hawkins tonight.

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"Koby! No club today?" Garp asked welcoming the pink-haired boy home.

"Nope, the club president had to plan some things for next week so I got to walk home with Drake today," Koby chirped entering the house.

"Great it's lasagna night. You can help out with the cooking."

"Yes sir." Koby turned to you and Drake who were standing outside. "Thanks for walking with me, guys. See ya tomorrow!"

"See ya, Koby," Drake said. You just waved bye until Koby disappeared from the doorway.

Garp turned to the two of you. "Do you guys want to stay for dinner?"

Drake shook his head. "I have to work tonight."

"I need to get home before it gets too late," you decline chewing the inside of your mouth, wanting to leave already. "Also I don't know anyone here."

"Nonsense, you're friends of Koby, and I'm sure my other grandsons would be happy to have more guests."

"More guests?" Drake raised a brow.

"Yeah, Ace has his friend over-" Garp explanation got cut off when there was a crash in the background. "THE HELL DID YOU BREAK THIS TIME?"

"oH NO! RUN YAMATO!" Ace warned.

Garp left the doorway, off to scold the boys. Drake narrows his eyes and goes to enter the house when you stop him, a tight grip on his sleeve. Drake looks back to you, your face is neutral yet your hand is shaking.

"Can we leave?" A small demand.

Drake doesn't say anything, glancing from you to the house. You could hear something fall over and it causes you to flinch. Drake looks back at you, sighs and starts walking. Internally, you thank him as you release your grip on his sleeve. Your stroll is silent for the most part until Drake inquires you.

"Who were you texting early?"

"...Hawkins," you lie. "I'm going over to his place tonight to practice my math. My dad won't tolerate anything but the best."

Drake hums, believing your lie sprinkled with truth. It wouldn't be the first night you'd go study with Hawkins, and as for texting others, he knows just how small your contact list is. It pays to be known as a ghost amongst those who do know the invisible kid.

You'll have to change Kid's contact name, you can't risk getting caught. It's fine if Hawkins knows you're talking to Kid, you trust him, but not Drake.

The two of you near the front door of your home, you unlock it and enter inside. You glance around, seeing your father's workers frantically running around, too busy to greet you. Good, your brother's antics made you invisible.

"I'll go inform your father where your brother is," Drake told you as he took off his shoes. "They're probably wondering where he snuck off to. You can let one of your uncles know you'll be studying at Hawkins tonight. We don't want them thinking their other child snuck out later."

"Right..." You slipped off your shoes, observing Drake leaving to inform your dad.

You're thankful to your brother, yet at the same time, you wish he put more thought into his actions. There were consequences, and it affected more than him.

[suku-enthusiasts]

seven years - ch9: “Samurai Dad,” || t. fushiguro

❛ ❜ toji fushiguro x f!reader (on going)

❝ Growing up in the Zenin household was tough, you were only but a toddler when your mother took a job there as one of the house keepers, trying to pay off some enormous debt that her husband, your father had left her with. Even as a toddler alone, you learned to be on your own, learned how to wash dishes, pull weeds, sweep the floors, you became quick on your feet, until you were seven years old, and you took the attention of a specific green eyed boy. “How old are you,” It was hardly even a question, more of a statement, the boy looked bruised and very much worn out, the young boy, you felt a sense of comfort, it was at this moment, Toji Zenin became your light in such a dark place. ❞

cw ; mdni • 18+ only. contains explicit sexual themes and content. use of alcohol. hurt/trauma. family trauma. consent. smut . anxiety. death.

word count ; 2.3k

additional tags ; sorcerer au. mutual pining. childhood friends.

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The days after the proposal passed in a haze of joy and gentle peace. You and Toji had started quietly planning the wedding — nothing big, just something close, intimate. But in the days that followed, something else began to linger beneath the surface. You felt… off.

At first, it was subtle: a sudden aversion to your usual morning tea, a wave of nausea while folding laundry, fatigue so heavy it clung to your bones no matter how much you slept. You brushed it off, blaming stress or lingering exhaustion from the cross-country move. But when you found yourself unable to stomach even the smell of breakfast and instead laid curled on the couch for half the day, Toji started watching you closely. He didn’t say anything at first — didn’t want to worry you. But there was something about the way your skin flushed too easily, the way your eyes drooped even when you smiled. He had seen this before.

Once.

Almost 4 years ago.

His mind flashed unbidden to her — Megumi’s mother — in a small, run-down apartment, hands trembling as she sipped broth, claiming she was “just tired” too. That same bone-deep fatigue. That same glassiness in her eyes.

The memory hit him harder than expected. He didn’t say a word. Just stood, grabbed his jacket, and muttered something about running an errand. You barely noticed, too wrapped in your nausea, curled under a blanket on the couch.

Toji practically stormed the local convenience store. The clerk barely had time to offer a half-hearted “Welcome” before he was standing at the counter, eyes scanning the shelves. His large hand reached forward, grabbing two — no, three — boxes of different pregnancy tests. He didn’t care about the brand. He didn’t care if people stared. By the time he returned home, your nausea had faded just enough for you to sit up, blanket still wrapped around your shoulders. You blinked at the sound of the front door.

“Toji?” you asked, voice groggy.

He stepped into the room slowly, his expression hard to read, his fingers wrapped around a plastic bag. He held it out to you. “…What’s this?” His eyes met yours. Clear. Direct. But filled with concern. “I think… I think you might be pregnant,” he said quietly. “I’ve seen it before. With her.” You froze.

Your eyes flicked from the bag to his face, searching for panic, fear, reluctance. But there was none. Only hope — fragile, warm hope — wrapped in a hard shell of concern. Swallowing thickly, you took the bag from his hand, rising slowly from the couch. “I’ll take one.” He nodded, silent as you disappeared into the bathroom.

Minutes passed. Long ones. Toji sat on the edge of the couch, elbows on his knees, staring at the floor with a furrowed brow. He heard Megumi humming softly from the next room, stacking his toy blocks in a wobbling tower. Then — the soft sound of the door opening behind him. You stood there, test in hand, your other covering your mouth. Toji rose instantly, eyes scanning your face. “Well?” he asked, voice steady. You slowly lowered the test to reveal the results. Two pink lines.

Your voice trembled, barely above a whisper. “I’m… I’m pregnant.” Toji stared at the test. Then at you. A beat passed.

And suddenly, his broad chest deflated with a heavy exhale — not from disappointment, but relief. A quiet laugh escaped him, almost disbelieving, as his hand came up to rake through his hair. “Shit,” he breathed. “We’re really doing this.”

He stepped toward you slowly, arms wrapping around your waist, pulling you flush to him. His voice dropped, tender and low against your ear. “You’re giving me another reason to keep goin’.” Your hands fisted the back of his shirt as you buried your face into him, eyes swimming with tears. “You’re not mad?” “Mad?” he repeated with a scoff. “No. I’m scared. But I’m happy. You… you gave me a second chance. A real family. I didn’t think I’d get this again.” From behind the wall, little feet padded across the floor. Megumi appeared, holding a juice box and blinking up at you both. “What’s goin’ on?”

You knelt down, cheeks still wet. “Megumi, sweetheart… You’re going to be a big brother.” His eyes went wide — impossibly wide. “For real?!” he gasped, his hands flying up in excitement. “Like, a baby baby?!” You nodded, laughing softly.

He ran toward you, hugging your belly, despite there being no bump just yet. “I’m gonna help! I’m gonna teach it stuff! Like frogs! And snacks! And punching!” Toji chuckled deeply, crouching next to you both and resting a big hand on your back.

You looked at him again, your heart catching in your throat.

There were a million unknowns ahead. But the joy in his eyes, the excitement in Megumi’s voice — it made all the uncertainty worth it. This was your family now. And it was growing.

—

The courtyard of Jujutsu High was unusually peaceful that afternoon. Birds chirped from the trees lining the path, and sunlight filtered through the high walls, casting warm shadows over the stone benches where the students were lazily sprawled.

Satoru was upside down on a bench — legs hanging off one side, head dangling off the other — chewing on a stick of gum while squinting at the sky. Suguru sat nearby, headphones resting around his neck as he flipped through a manga. Shoko was lying flat on her back on the grass, eyes closed, soaking up the sun. Nanami was reading something serious-looking, brows furrowed. Haibara was off chasing a butterfly in the distance, completely unbothered.

Then you and Toji walked into the courtyard hand in hand, Megumi toddling behind, gripping a stuffed bear and dragging it through the dirt like it was an honored guest. “Hey,” you called out, voice slightly nervous. Satoru was the first to perk up — flipping upright like a cat springing to its feet. “Well, well,” he smirked. “Back from another romantic lunch break? Or should I say afternoon delight?”

You rolled your eyes with a chuckle. “Actually… we wanted to tell you guys something.” Shoko sat up, blinking. Suguru pulled his headphones all the way off. Nanami slowly closed his book, narrowing his eyes in Toji’s direction like he already suspected something dramatic was coming. Toji, hands in his pockets, cleared his throat. “We’re having a kid.” There was a full beat of silence.

Then—

Haibara gasped. “Wait, another one?!” “You’re—what?” Suguru’s eyes widened. Shoko blinked rapidly, mouth parting slightly in surprise. “Are you serious?” Even Nanami had to process it for a second, pushing up his glasses and furrowing his brow. But Satoru? Satoru didn’t miss a beat. He groaned, dramatically falling back onto the bench. “Honestly, I’m not even surprised. With the way you two are always going at it like freaks, I’m shocked this didn’t happen sooner.” You let out a snort, covering your mouth as you tried to keep a straight face. Toji just sighed and rubbed a hand down his face, muttering, “He’s lucky he’s got potential, or I’d have knocked his teeth in by now.” “No, no,” Satoru went on, now sitting up and pretending to hold a microphone. “Coming to you live from Jujutsu High — in the room next door — the earth shakes, the walls cry, and Megumi has to wear noise-canceling headphones so he doesn’t get traumatized for life!” You gasped, laughing despite yourself. “Satoru!” Toji grumbled, “Keep talkin’, brat. I’ll have you mop the training grounds with a toothbrush.” Shoko gave you a grin, rising to her feet. “Congratulations,” she said more gently. “You’re glowing. I mean, nauseated, but glowing.” Nanami gave a small nod. “I suppose this means Megumi won’t be the only child around anymore.” “I’m gonna be a big brother!” Megumi piped up proudly, throwing his arms in the air along with his teddy bear.

“Aw, that’s cute,” Haibara beamed, crouching next to him. “You’re gonna teach them cool stuff, right?” “I already said I’d teach it about frogs and snacks!” Megumi declared, puffing his chest out. Suguru chuckled, standing and walking over to give you a soft pat on the shoulder. “You’ll be a great mom.” Your heart swelled a little at that, your smile softening as you met his kind eyes. Toji wrapped an arm around your waist, tugging you slightly closer. “Guess the family’s growin’ whether we planned it or not.” “You don’t regret it, right?” you murmured. He glanced down at you, then pressed a brief kiss to your temple. “Not for a second.” Satoru made a gagging sound in the background. “Oh my god,” he whined. “Stop being cute. I’m gonna hurl.” “Jealous?” Shoko teased, elbowing him. “Of being emotionally available? Please.” He flipped his hair dramatically. “I’ll just settle for eternal bachelorhood and a penthouse apartment with a hot tub.” Toji arched a brow. “Keep talkin’, I’ll enroll you in parenting classes early.” “NO THANK YOU—!” Everyone burst out laughing.

And just like that, the courtyard was filled with warmth, sunlight, and joy. It wasn’t just a return to normal life — it was the start of something new.

—

The morning sun filtered through the shoji screens of Toji’s hillside home, casting soft golden light across the floor. You were sitting at the kitchen table, flipping through a small wedding planning book that Shoko had lent you — filled with dog-eared pages and scribbled sarcastic notes like, “Do not trust Satoru with the cake.” Across from you, Toji stood shirtless, coffee mug in hand, watching Megumi wobble across the floor with a plastic tiara on his head.

“Toji,” you said with a grin, “Your son just declared himself the Flower Prince.” Toji sipped his coffee without flinching. “Long as he doesn’t try to eat the petals this time, I don’t care what title he gives himself.” You laughed, setting the book down. “So… do you want to do this small, or—?” “Small,” Toji said immediately. You raised a brow. “Okay,” he sighed, running a hand through his still-too-long hair. “Small-ish. Just the people we care about.” That meant everyone at Jujutsu High — which somehow still didn’t feel like a crowd, just a mismatched family.

The classroom had been temporarily transformed into Wedding HQ. Satoru was seated on top of a desk, twirling a pen and looking completely disinterested. “Why don’t you just elope? Vegas is cool this time of year.” Suguru didn’t even look up from the guest list. “Because normal people like memories, Gojo.” “Painful memories,” Satoru shot back. “With dresses and speeches and crying.” “You’re just mad you won’t be the center of attention,” Shoko muttered as she lit a cigarette out the open window.

“You will not be smoking at the wedding,” you said sternly from the doorway, Megumi attached to your leg. Shoko gave you a lazy smirk. “What if I use one of those long, elegant vintage holders? For aesthetic.” Nanami walked in then with a clipboard and the sharp aura of someone who had just been assigned way too many things. “I’ve taken inventory of the supplies we’ll need. Budget accounted for. I also made a seating chart.” You blinked. “Already?” “I’ve also written my speech.” Satoru blinked at him. “We’re doing speeches? What the hell am I supposed to say?” “‘Sorry for the trauma,’” Shoko deadpanned. “That’d be a good start.” You pressed your hands to your face, laughing. “You guys are impossible.”

Toji was leaning in the doorway behind you, arms crossed, a small smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth as he watched the circus unfold. His eyes eventually settled on you—your hand on your belly now, your laugh easy, happy. It still stunned him a little, how full his life had become.

A week before the wedding, Shoko and Haibara took you into the city for dress fittings. Haibara was far too enthusiastic, picking out every frilly, glittery gown like a kid in a candy store. “Too much sparkle,” Shoko said. “Not enough sparkle!” Haibara insisted. You settled on something soft and elegant. Flowing sleeves, gentle ivory silk, simple but ethereal. When you stepped out of the fitting room, even Shoko blinked in surprise. “…Okay,” she muttered, cigarette paused. “You’re gonna make Toji cry.” Meanwhile, back at the house—

Satoru was the one who ended up convincing Toji to get a haircut. He didn’t do it out of kindness. He just wouldn’t stop calling him “Samurai Dad” for two hours straight. “Do it for the aesthetic,” Satoru said dramatically, waving scissors like a conductor. “Do it for the vows. Do it for her.” Toji shoved him away, grumbling. “Fine.”

By the time you got home that day, his hair was cleanly trimmed — still rugged, still Toji, but now with a touch of elegance that made your heart skip a beat. Megumi gasped. “Daddy, your hair’s gone!” Toji knelt beside him, ruffling his son’s hair. “You still recognize me, champ?” Megumi nodded solemnly. “You still have your grumpy voice.”

—

The night before the wedding, you and Toji lay on the tatami floor beneath the open window, staring up at the stars.

“I never thought I’d do this again,” he said quietly. “I never thought I’d get to start over.” You reached for his hand, lacing your fingers through his. “Neither did I.” He turned to you, eyes softer than you’d ever seen them. “Are you ready?”

You looked toward the nursery corner, where a tiny bundle of onesies had begun to pile up. Toward the little futon where Megumi was sleeping peacefully. Then back to him — this man who had fought his way out of darkness to become your light. You smiled. “More than anything.”

authors note ; one more chapter :') - I have loved writing this piece, can not wait to write some side stories soon hehe

[thealtoduck]

Reunion

Cal Kestis x Male Mirialan ex-Jedi!Reader

Warnings: You flirt with stormtroopers…

Part 1: Being a mirialan jedi youngling and getting your kyber crystal…

Y/l/c = Your lightsaber color

Summary: After the fall of the Jedi Order you fled to Raxus Secundus for your survival, 5 years later Cal Kestis and the crew of the Stinger Mantis land on Raxus Secundus with their ship in need of repairs…

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You walked in to the cantina looking around at the different patrons, you walked and sat down at the bar. The bartender soon showed up in front of you and asked ”What can i get you?”. You thought for a second and decided ”A phattro, please”.

”Coming right up” he said and soon placed a glass filled with a purple beverage in front of you. You took a sip and a familiar refreshing taste hit you. Two off-duty stormtroopers were sitting a few chairs away from you, their helmets placed next to their drinks.

They were looking towards you. You gave them a small smile and raised your glass to them in a little ”cheers”. They smiled back at you and grabbed their drinks and helmets coming over to you, sitting down on each of your sides.

”Hey beautiful, what’s your name?” said the one to your left. ”I’m Y/n, what’s yours?” you said in a alluring tone. ”They call me Red” he introduced himself with a smirk. You turned to the trooper to your right and asked ”And you?”. ”Spikes” he answered cooly.

”How may i be of assitance for the troops?” you asked taking another sip of your drink. ”Well, we’ve had a lot to attend to lately and it can get very stressfull” Red explained. ”Extremely stressfull” Spikes added. ”And we thought a pretty thing like yourself might help us… relieve some of that stress” Red said putting a hand at your waist.

You smiled a flirty smile. ”Oh really, how about we-” you started but was cut off by a sudden feeling brought on by the force, a warning? No. A familiarity, a memory, a very distant one. You stood up and looked around seeing no one. ”Are you alright?” Spikes asked.

”Uh yeah… Sorry i have to go” you said, leaving credits and a tip for the bartender. Red scoffed annoyed and said a snide ”Tease”. You ignored him and walked out on to the streets of Tamwith Bay. The connection you had felt was now lost.

You closed your eyes and tried to focus, reaching out through the force, trying to find the connection again but there was nothing. You were left alone and confused.

As you wandered home you thought to yourself about what or who it might’ve been, a Jedi? Just another force user lost in the galaxy?. Memories of the jedi and your training started flooding your brain as you entered your small apartment.

You had been made a padawan only 4 months before the collapse of the Jedi Order and the Republic. In most cases you would’ve most likely been to young to become a padawan but the Clone Wars had taken a big strain on the order and because of the deaths of many masters and padwans in battle there were a lot of gaps to fill.

You had been assigned to Jocasta Nu, the chief librarian of the Jedi archives. You didn’t earn a lot of battlefield experience from this but your master had shown you some of the secrets of the Jedi temple.

Once the destruction of the Jedi hit in full force you and your master escaped the temple through a secret passage hidden within the temple. Once on the streets of Coruscant she ordered you to get on a shuttle while she had drawn away a group of Clone Troopers.

That had been the last you ever saw of her as the shuttle had left. Sometimes you wondered if she had survived that night and had managed to escape the purge as well but even then they might’ve caught up with her sooner or later.

You lifted a loose floor panel of the ground revealing a box containing your now dusty jedi robes, a hard drive containing Jedi texts and your twin lightsabers. You brought your lightsabers out afraid to turn them on incase someone could here the noise and report it to the empire.

You shouldn’t even bring them out of their hiding spot, you never knew who was watching. But something told you that you would be needing them in a couple of hours. You went to bed that night with your lightsabers hidden under your bed in case of a intruder or sudden attacker.

You were kept allert by the force the next day, you hid your lightsabers beneath a cloak as you ventured out in to town. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary so you just tried to go about your business as usual but as evening came, things would change.

You were once again making your way home but saw people running away from the town square, you decided to check it out. Once you got there you were met with a life changing sight. It was jedi, or at least someone carrying a lightsaber who knew how to fight like a Jedi.

He was fighting what you assumed was an imperial inquisitor, you had heard rumours about them but never seen one in person. They were Jedi hunters, sent out to find the survivors of the purge.

You then felt the connection from the day before reignite, you had met this Jedi before… but who was it? Suddenly the Inquisitor used a force push to knock the Jedi in to a stack of crates, knocking him over.

As the Jedi layed among the crates you caught a glimpse of his face, he looked like… Cal Kestis, a friend of yours from the order. The Inquisitor walked menacingly towards Cal, spinnig his double bladed lightsaber.

Without thinking you forced jump up in the air and landing between Cal and the Inquisitor. You faced the Inquisitor and ignited your lightsabers making two y/l/c blades emerge from them.

”Two Jedi, this just got a lot more interesting” the Inquisitor said, his smirk being covered by the helmet. It had been a long time since you fought or even practised with your lightsabers so you begged the force would guide you.

The Inquisitor slashed at you but you dodged, you flipped over his head cutting at him but he blocked. The two of you started attacking back and forward while Cal tried to absorb what just happened. A hodded Jedi had just come out of nowhere and saved his life.

He watched as the Jedi fought, lightsabers skills clearly rusty but skilled. Cal then got of his feet and jumped, attacking the Inquisitor from behind. The Inquisitor managed to block but started to struggle keeping up with the three blades slashing at him.

While the Inquisitor was blocking an attack from both one of yours and Cal’s saber. You managed to get a cut in down the middle of the doublebladed saber, destroying it. You and Cal then force pushed the Inquisitor at the same time sending him flying in to a stone wall which knocked him out.

Cal then let out a sigh of relief at the Inquisitor’s defeat. He then turned to you and said ”You’re a Jedi”. ”Not quite” you said lowering your hood making Cal’s eyes widen as regcognition hit. ”Y/n?” he questioned.

”Hi Cal, it’s been a while” you greeted. Without warning Cal ran up to you and threw his arms around you. You were caught of guard at first but then wrapped your arms around him as well, it didn’t hit you until now how much you had missed him.

You heard troopers approaching and broke the hug. ”Come on, this way” you said and started sprinting down an alley way. Cal followed close behind. You led him back to your apartment, you gave one last look outside before closing the door, making sure you weren’t followed.

Once behind closed doors you find your arms locked around each other in another tight embrace. ”How did you survive? You were on Coruscant that would’ve been the most heavily guarded planet?” Cal questioned in amazement.

”Let’s sit down” you said, you made some tea for the two of you and poured it up in two cups. You both sat down around a small table and you started telling him how Master Nu had saved your life and that it had let you escape Coruscant.

”How about you?” you asked and Cal explained that his master had sacrificed himself for him. He then told you of the events that led him and his crew to land on Raxus Secundus a couple days ago for ship repairs.

”Y/n, you should come with us, we’re trying to rebuild some of what’s left of the Jedi Order, you could help us” Cal suggested. You thought about it for a second before answering ”Cal, I’m not sure how much i will be able to help you, i only just became a padawan before the fall of the Jedi”.

”To us that’s enough, we need to rebuild with what little we have left” Cal insisted. ”I don’t know Cal, i just need some time to think” you told him. ”Alright, you have until tommorow, me and my crew are leaving once our repairs are done” Cal said.

You opened the floor panel and brought out the hard drive out of the box. ”What’s that?” Cal asked. ”It’s a hard drive, it contains a few Jedi texts from the library. It’s not a lot but it’s something, i think you should have it” you said handing it to him.

”Thank you” Cal accepted gratefully. Cal then contacted his crew and let them know about the events of the day. They decided it was best for Cal to stay the night with you as security had tightened because of the reveal of two Jedis in the city and that he should try sneak his way to the ship at the crack of dawn.

”Where should i sleep?” Cal asked, looking around your small apartment, there weren’t many options besides the bed and the floor. ”You can have the bed” you offered. ”And let you sleep on the floor, we can share your bed, wouldn’t be the first time” Cal suggested.

”Alright” you nodded and the two of climbed in to bed together, laying on your sides to face each other. ”This reminds me of when we would sneak out of out temple rooms to have sleep overs together” Cal said making a smile spread over your face.

”I remember that and that one time Master Skywalker caught you on the way to my room but he promised not to tell anyone” you reminded Cal who let out a chuckle. ”Then after you left the temple with Master Tapal, i remember how much i missed you and how lonely i felt” you admited.

”I missed you too Y/n, especially after purge. It was terrifying having no way to know if you had survived or not” Cal said as you gazed in to each others eyes. He continued ”But now we’re both here again and i never want to leave you behind”.

Cal then leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to your lips, from which you didn’t pull back. While attachment was against the Jedi teachings their was no order around anymore to supervise you. You were free.

As you both pulled away from each others lips you brought a hand up to cup his cheek stroking it lightly. ”I’ll come with you, i don’t want to lose you again either” you confessed. You both then fell asleep, hands clasped together ready for the challenges tommorow would bring.

[uptondixon]

Heavy Sleeper - Upstead Foster Daughter Drabbles

These are some snippets of Olivia's relationship with Hailey and Jay that didn't make it into the main chapters.

This is the after of Jay and Hailey's conversation with Olivia in the district from Chapter 3. They drive Olivia back to her foster home and get to know her a little better.

"This car is nice," Olivia said all of a sudden. She was resting her head on the comfortable car seat, the warmth coming from the heater making her sleepy. Hailey and Jay were surprised she even said anything. Olivia was always quiet and it seemed impossible to get more than 10 words out of her. Their conversation at the district tonight was the most they had ever heard from her.

“You like cars?” Jay asked.

“Not really, I just think this one is comfy. I really like bikes though.”

“Really?” Jay asked in surprise. 

“Yeah, I would love to have one someday.”

“I had one years ago. I like bikes but it’s hard to drive one in Chicago winters.”

“I guess it’s just a matter of getting some serious winter gear,” Olivia replied.

“You’re right, but I always loved cars more. This one for example has always been my dream ride.”

“This car is his baby,” Hailey said. Jay chuckled and, surprisingly, didn’t say anything back. “See? He agrees.”

Olivia smiled lazily, her eyes were getting heavier and heavier. All the stress from the long day was catching up to her. This didn’t go unnoticed by Hailey or Jay.

“You can rest, we’ll wake you up when we get there,” Hailey said. 

20 minutes later, Olivia is still fast asleep in the backseat when Jay is parking the car in front of the house.

“Watch out for the—,” Hailey warned him, but it was too late, Jay had hit the curb with full force. Both Jay and Hailey’s heads snapped back to check on Olivia. 

“It wasn’t that bad of a hit, she didn’t even move.” Jay looked at Hailey.

“It was that bad, Jay,” Hailey grinned. “Luckily for you, she’s a heavy sleeper."

The next day, Olivia woke up with the faint memory of being carried and put into bed by a strong pair of arms. 

On the way back to their apartment, Jay and Hailey talked about the night’s events. It wasn’t the first time they met a kid in the foster system, but this time was different. This was not a case. She was not a case. She was a kid who unexpectedly came into their lives and now she needs their help.

“What are we going to do?’ Hailey asked him.

“I don’t know, but we’re gonna find a way.”

I’m alive everyone! Life’s been crazy for me these last weeks, work and uni are killing me so I’m not writing much but I decided to start posting the drabbles I had planned a while ago. Chapter 4 is not ready yet but I'm working on it!