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Sick As A Dog—Chapter 2

Summary: You’re a dog walker. When your favorite clients notice you’re not feeling well, they insist on taking care of you.

Chapter: 2/? In which the healing properties of bubble baths and movie nights are intimately explored!

Warnings: Mostly still fluff and sick!fic hurt/comfort with a couple moments of explicit sexual tension and mutual longing thrown in. Also some allusions to parental loss, family drama, runaway experiences. Reader struggles with accepting help, relying on others.

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Natasha placed her hand at the small of your back, guiding you into the bathroom. Immediately the bright, invigorating smell of eucalyptus and citrus filled your lungs. Tendrils of steam curled up from the hot bath she’d drawn, the humidity soothing your scratchy throat. Even your headache seemed to diminish slightly.

Natasha turned and busied herself at a linen drawer near the sink, retrieving a fresh wash cloth and towel. You eyed the massive freestanding tub longingly. The other woman had already added a generous amount of soap, and there was a thick layer of bubbles. You quickly shimmied out of your bra and boxers, then slipped into the water. The relief was instant, overwhelming.

“Fuck me,” you moaned, sinking down into the warmth.

Natasha dropped the washcloth she was holding, her mouth going dry at the raw, wrecked sound of your voice.

“Uh, I should call ‘Lena,” she stammered, backpedaling away from the sink with none of her usual catlike grace. “Let her know you’re here.”

“Kay,” you said, eyelids heavy. You didn’t notice the pink tint in her cheeks, the way she hurried out of the bathroom. The only thing you cared about was the awful chill in your bones retreating inch by inch, your tense muscles relaxing.

Natasha stepped out into the bedroom and ran a hand over her flushed face. Get it together, Romanoff.

She had just dialed Yelena when Wanda walked in. She was holding a bottle of Tylenol and a glass of ice water. Her dark eyes scanned the room instantly, looking for you.

“Where’s our little wolf?”

Nat pointed toward the bathroom.

“Is she behaving?” Wanda asked, kissing her wife on the cheek. Then she lowered her voice, threading a hand through Nat’s hair and tugging softly. “Are you?”

Natasha barely suppressed a groan just as the line stopped ringing. “H-Hey, it’s me! What? I don’t sound weird. You sound weird.”

Nat glared at Wanda, who just laughed and knocked softly on the bathroom door before stepping inside.

She expected to find you lounging in the tub, but you were nowhere to be seen. The surface of the bathwater was still, ominous. She called your name, moving quickly across the room. In an instant, her hands were outstretched, ready to plunge into the water. But then your head resurfaced. You flicked your hair out of your eyes, surprised to see Wanda standing so close.

“What?” You coughed.

A small crown of bubbles adorned your wet hair. Water trailed down your smooth skin in rivulets, gathering between your lips. Your pink tongue darted out, licking the beads away, and Wanda felt her heart flutter at the sight.

“Nothing,” she said, shaking her head slightly.

“You thought I drowned in a bathtub,” you accused, feeling a twinge of exasperation in your foggy brain.

Wanda twisted her mouth to one side, like she was trying not to laugh. “Maybe,” she admitted.

“Y’know,” you said, petulance creeping into your voice. “This ‘little wolf’ managed to survive for the past 24 years without anyone’s help.”

Your headstrong claim was slightly undermined by the mountain of suds around you. A rubber ducky wouldn’t have been out of place. But Wanda kept this particular observation to herself.

“So,” she said instead. “You heard that.”

“I’m delirious, not deaf.” You eyed her curiously. “Why little wolf?”

She knelt beside the tub, leaning against the ceramic edge. “First, take these,” she instructed, depositing a couple of pills into your hand. “They should reduce your fever and help with the ache in your muscles.”

Your eyes widened slightly. “How did you know…”

Wanda just smiled that mysterious smile of hers. You accepted the medicine gratefully and took a drink of cool water.

”I can’t remember how it started exactly,” Wanda murmured. “I suppose it’s because when we first met you…you seemed a bit of a loner.”

You ducked your head, considering this assessment. You tended to keep your guard up around new people. Not unfriendly…just careful.

“Wolves are actually pack animals, you know?” Wanda continued, reaching out to grip your chin, drawing your attention back to her. “They need each other to survive.”

She held your gaze for a long moment. You felt a funny ache in your chest that had nothing to do with your fever. Something warm and tender was rising up, something long dormant. The way Wanda was watching you—so patient, like your trust was something worth waiting for—made your heart flicker with hope, longing.

Before you could think of what to say, Natasha came back in the room. She waggled her cell phone. “Yelena wants to talk to you directly,” she said, perching on the edge of the tub beside her wife. “Claims she needs proof of life.”

Wanda stood up, drying her hands on a towel.

“Dinner will be ready in half an hour,” she announced, ghosting a hand over Natasha’s bicep. “You’re on lifeguard duty.”

Her wife winked at her, then handed you the phone.

“Hello?” You braced for Yelena’s usual tirade.

“So it’s true,” she said. “You’re shacking up with my sisters.”

You rolled your eyes, fighting a blush. “They kidnapped me, alright?”

Yelena laughed. “That’s not what I heard.”

You glared as Yelena recited her sister’s version of events. “I didn’t faint,” you hissed, flicking water at Natasha. “Stop telling people that. I just…lost my balance or something.”

“You don’t remember, because you were unconscious, because you fainted.” Yelena’s flat voice rumbled through the phone speaker, sounding far too smug.

“Whatever,” you sighed. “The point is, I’m fine now. Just waiting for the storm to pass.”

“Do me a favor,” Yelena said, exasperated. “Just let them spoil you for a bit, okay? Enjoy the high thread count and the gourmet food. It’s one of the only real perks to being in this cuckoo crazy family.”

You opened your mouth to argue, but nothing came out. Instead, a silly smile worked its way across your face as you processed her words: being in this family. Something about that phrase felt so good, so right.

“This bubble bath is really nice,” you finally muttered, realizing the silence had stretched on a beat too long.

“Bubble bath?” Yelena repeated. “Are you in the big tub? Come on, Nat never lets me use the big tub!”

You winced, handing the phone back to Natasha. “I may have said too much.”

The older woman held the phone away from her head. “You’re breaking up, ‘Lena! We’ll call you later! Gotta go.”

Nat ended the call and sank down beside the tub, running her fingers through the warm water to check the temp. Then she reached out, playing with a strand of your hair, gently twirling it around her pointer finger.

“Want some help with this?” She asked.

The question caught you off guard. You blinked, slowly, brain catching up to her words.

“Sure,” you said.

Natasha leaned over, grabbing a shampoo bottle and lathering a dollop between her hands.

“Sit up,” she instructed.

You complied, giving her better access. Nat gathered your hair to one side and began massaging the base of your scalp. Your eyes slipped closed and you sighed as her fingers threaded through your hair. Nat swallowed. From this angle, she couldn’t help admiring your broad shoulders. Then she glanced lower, where the swell of your breasts was just visible above the bubbles.

The older woman cleared her throat. She cast around for a conversation starter.

“Where did you grow up?”

You didn’t open your eyes, and for a moment Natasha wondered if you had drifted off. Then finally you answered.

“Middle of nowhere.”

A non-answer. Natasha followed your lead and didn’t press. A few more seconds passed in silence before she tried a different approach.

“What brought you to New York?”

You laughed, a humorless hollow sound that made Natasha’s skin prickle with alarm. “I came here to disappear.”

She stilled, processing your quiet confession. Something about the statement rang piercingly true, and she got the immediate impression that you hadn’t meant to say it at all. Her suspicion was confirmed when your eyes snapped open a second later.

“Sorry,” you said. “Fevers make me talk too much.”

But it was more than that. Something about the warm bath water and Natasha’s patient expression made you feel safe enough to keep talking.

“Don’t apologize,” she said. “I wouldn’t have asked if I didn’t want to know.”

You gathered a few bubbles between your hands, playing idly with the suds.

“I watched a lot of movies when I was a kid,” you said. “All the characters were always running off to New York. The place where anything could happen. You could get a fresh start, reinvent yourself. So when I was sixteen I bought a bus ticket and never looked back.“

Natasha’s hand stilled.

“Sixteen? How did your parents feel about that?”

“No idea,” you sighed, eyes slipping shut again. “My mom died when I was born, and my dad...”

Blamed me. Hated me. Couldn’t stand to be in the same room as me. You swallowed, fighting not to be dragged back into memories you had worked so hard to forget. Natasha’s hand slipped down, gripping your shoulders and massaging you gently, like she could sense your turmoil. You groaned in appreciation as she kneaded the tender muscles carefully.

“He wasn’t around a lot,” you finished. Natasha could sense there was more to the story.

“That must have been hard,” she murmured.

“Nahhhhhh.” Your objection elongated into a moan of pleasure as she hit a sensitive spot. “I liked the freedom. No one to answer to.”

Natasha could just picture you at sixteen, arriving in Port Authority with nothing but a duffel bag and a desire to prove everyone wrong. Clearly you were street smart, resourceful. But the city could be a hard, unforgiving place for runaways. She felt a sudden irrational wave of panic for that young girl. Who would notice if she got hurt, got lost along the way?

Natasha shook her head, told herself she was being silly. After all, you were right here. Safe and sound. All grown up. Still, she wished she could somehow reach back in time and protect you.

Natasha rinsed your hair, careful to avoid getting soap in your eyes. Then she started massaging conditioner into your scalp. You leaned into her touch.

“Feels so good.” Your voice was barely more than a whisper. “Thanks, Nat.”

Natasha smiled, still focused on her task but hanging on your every word.

“You’re very welcome,” she said. “Little wolf.”

When your hair was finally clean and detangled, Natasha stood and brought you a towel, a white fluffy robe.

“Dry off,” she said. “I’ll find you some fresh clothes.”

She disappeared into the bedroom as you reluctantly climbed out of the tub. Your skin was soft and warm from the hot water. Almost immediately, you started shivering again. You toweled off quickly and pulled the robe on, luxuriating in the soft fabric.

The late afternoon sky had darkened with even more storm clouds, and the bedroom was bathed in soft amber lamp light when you joined Natasha. You looked around properly for the first time. A king-size mattress dominated the center of the room, but there was also a lounging sofa tucked beneath an enormous bay window on the far wall beside a book case.

It wasn’t until Natasha emerged from the walk-in closet carrying black cashmere joggers and a matching hoodie that it clicked. You weren’t standing in a guest room, as you had originally assumed, but in their bedroom. Where they slept. Where they…

An image suddenly flashed through your mind, of Natasha between Wanda’s legs, worshipping the other woman with her mouth, her fingers, her tongue. Wanda’s head thrown back, face slack with pleasure, auburn hair fanned out across the pillow. You tried to ignore the flare of heat in the pit of your stomach.

“What?” You blinked, realizing Natasha had just said something.

She gave you a worried look.

“I said, you’re a little taller than Wanda, but I think these should work.”

Natasha hung your towel and robe up in the bathroom while you got dressed. The clothes were a perfect fit, extremely soft against your tender skin. Plus, they smelled like Wanda’s perfume. Sandalwood and bergamot.

“Ready?”

Nat wrapped an arm around your waist and guided you downstairs. You would normally have shrugged her off, but as soon as you hit the landing, a wave of exhaustion jackknifed through your body. It was actually a little frightening to feel so weak, and you clung to her arm.

“We should take your temperature,” Nat said, feeling the unnatural heat of your fever still rolling off your back.

“Kay,” you said, leaning against her more heavily with every step. She deposited you carefully in a chair at the dining room table.

“I think there’s a thermometer in the medicine cabinet,” she said. “You’ll be ok for a second?”

You laughed despite the pain in your throat. But the look in her eyes was so sincere you couldn’t bring yourself to tease her. “Yeah, Nat,” you said. “I’ll be ok.”

Natasha narrowed her eyes. She pointed a finger at you. “Don’t go anywhere.”

You leaned forward, closing your tired eyes. “I wound’t make it very far.”

Natasha ducked into the hallway.

“Wands?” She called, rummaging in a closet. “Where’s that thermometer?”

The other woman appeared a few moments later, insinuating herself into the search. “Let me,” she said. “You set the table and serve dinner.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Nat purred, smacking her wife on the ass as she walked away.

Wanda found the thermometer and made a beeline for the dining room. You were hunched on the table, head bowed slightly, eyes pinched together. She frowned, and immediately dimmed the overhead lights.

You blinked, looking up at her gratefully. “Thanks.”

Wanda didn’t say anything, just watched you with those owlish eyes—like she could peer into your soul. She pushed the damp hair off your forehead. You gravitated toward her feather light touch, feeling your stomach flip pleasantly at having her undivided attention.

“Open,” she said.

Your lips parted automatically and she placed the thermometer in your mouth.

“Good girl.”

For a second you stared up at her, dumbstruck by how beautiful she was. The kind of beauty that armies went to war for. The kind of beauty that heroes and gods braved the underworld for. And here she was, absently playing with the baby hairs at the nape of your neck, like she had nothing better to do.

Natasha appeared a few moments later, breaking your feverish reverie. Guilt and shame instantly gathered in your chest. They were married. You had no right to be pining like a puppy dog at their table, looking for scraps of affection.

“Dinner is served,” Nat said with a smile.

A wonderful aroma—salty, savory—drifted into the room with her. The large serving dish in her hands was steaming slightly. She set it down and began ladling the hearty stew into bowls. Then she carved a loaf of bread into slices.

The thermometer beeped and Wanda withdrew it from your mouth. “101.4,” she said with a frown.

Natasha sat down across the table. “I think we should call him.”

You picked up your spoon, stomach growling. “Call who?”

“Careful, sweetheart,” Wanda cautioned as she took the seat directly beside you. “It’s hot.”

You blew on the spoonful of stew dutifully, looking to Wanda for approval. She nodded and you took a bite.

The broth was rich and flavorful with a little undercurrent of spice. You tasted carrots, peas, celery, chicken, and some type of noodle. It instantly soothed your scratchy throat, spreading warmth through your chest.

“Strange?” Wanda asked, tucking into her own food.

Natasha nodded, tearing her bread into pieces and dunking one in her own bowl.

“What’s strange?” You asked in between bites.

Wanda chuckled. “Not a what, a who.”

You furrowed your brow. Sometimes it felt like these women spoke their own secret language.

“I’ll see if he has any availability tomorrow,” Natasha said, reaching for her phone. Before she could send the email, a weather alert illuminated the screen. “Whoa, flash flood warning for lower Manhattan.”

As if on cue, a clap of thunder rolled overhead. “Guess you’re staying here tonight.”

You felt your stomach tighten anxiously.

“No, I should go,” you said, reluctantly pushing back your unfinished bowl of food as your appetite failed. “I’ve taken up enough of your Friday night.”

Wanda leaned back in her chair, taking a sip of wine as she regarded you with a thoughtful gaze. For the first time, it occurred to her that maybe she and Nat had read this whole situation completely wrong. “Do we make you uncomfortable, little wolf?”

Her tone was quiet, curious.

“What?” You nearly choked on your water. “No, of course not! You’ve been so generous, made me feel so….”

Wanted. Loved. Safe. You clasped your hands in your lap, afraid you’d say something you might regret, and you missed the look that passed between Wanda and Nat.

“I just don’t want to overstay my welcome,” you said shakily, trying to reign in your emotions.

Wanda reached out, tracing a finger along your jawline until you raised your head and met her gaze. “That would be impossible,” she said firmly. “Do you understand?”

Her gray, piercing eyes seemed to pin you to the chair. You swallowed, wanting to believe her.

“I don’t understand,” you admitted quietly, because that was the truth. No one had ever offered to take care of you like this, unconditionally. “But I believe you.”

Nat’s lips quirked into a hopeful grin. “So you’ll stay?”

You nodded.

Wanda tucked your hair behind your ear, clearly pleased. “Good,” she said. “Now, do you think you can finish your dinner?“

You glanced at the half-eaten bowl uncertainly. Your hunger had vanished.

“Stomach kinda hurts,” you said. “Sorry.”

Wanda looked torn. On the one hand, she guessed (correctly) that you hadn’t been eating enough lately. But she also didn’t want to pressure you.

“Just a couple more bites,” she encouraged. “You need your strength, milaya.”

When you didn’t move, she picked up your spoon and scooted her chair closer to yours. “For me?”

You couldn’t deny her anything when she asked so sweetly. “You don’t play fair,” you groused.

Wanda laughed. “Is that a yes?”

You nodded, and she brought the first bite to your lips. Letting her feed you should have been humiliating. But pride required energy, and you had precious little of that.

Wanda smiled. Getting to baby someone who was usually so self-reliant was a special privilege, one she didn’t take lightly. Especially considering she didn’t know when you might indulge her like this again.

Natasha watched you both from across the table. There were dozens of things she loved about Wanda. But it was this—her ability to be firm and gentle in the same breath—that always left her speechless. It was like a superpower.

Wanda wiped the corner of your mouth with her finger. You scrunched up your face at Nat, trying to look threatening. “Not a word to Yelena,” you managed hoarsely.

Natasha grinned. “Our secret,” she said. “Scout’s honor.”

When Wanda was satisfied you’d eaten enough, she sat back and sipped the last of her wine. The sound of rain on the roof created a pleasant white noise. Your throat was a little less scratchy and your headache had receded. Maybe the meds had finally kicked in. The delirious fever feeling was still there, making your emotions spike and dip in unpredictable patterns. But with a full belly and a warm bed waiting upstairs, you felt a deep sense of calm and safety descend over you.

Natasha checked her watch.

“It’s still early. Why don’t you two go get comfy on the couch?” She stood up to clear the plates. “I’ll clean the kitchen and then we can…watch a movie?”

Wanda hummed noncommittally, looking at you. “I don’t know,” she hedged. “Someone looks pretty sleepy.”

“Not sleepy,” you insisted. “Wanna watch a movie.”

Natasha could tell you wouldn’t last long, but she wasn’t ready to let you out of her sight. She looked at Wanda. “Please?”

“Only if I get to pick the movie.” Wanda arched a playful eyebrow at her wife.

Natasha rocked back on her heels, considering. “Deal.”

The sofa was big and obscenely comfortable. You sank into the middle section, cushioned by several pillows. Wanda tucked a blanket around you, scolding Oscar when he leapt up and laid across your body protectively.

“He doesn’t know he’s not a lap dog,” she said, shooing him away.

“I don’t mind,” you laughed, scratching his ear.

“I know you don’t mind,” Wanda said. “But he’s not the only one who wants a cuddle.”

“Well in that case,“ you said, heart leaping at the chance to cuddle and be cuddled by Wanda Maximoff. “Get lost, Oscar.”

You gave the dog a gentle shove. He turned and licked your hand once, then moved to the far corner of the sofa and curled up in a ball.

Wanda sat down, pressing her body close against you. She fiddled with the remote, tracing her hand up and down your arm absently. The feeling of her fingertips gave you goosebumps.

“What do you like?” Her words hung in the air, open-ended. She could be talking about movies. Something told you she wasn’t.

“Whatever you like,” you replied instantly. The answer worked for either question.

Wanda’s gaze flickered to you, her smile shifting ever so slightly from fond to flirtatious. “Is that right?”

You nodded, not sure you could formulate words with the full force of her gaze leveled at you. Your faces were just inches apart, so close that you could feel her warm breath on your neck.

She looked away first. It felt like a pause, not an end, to your conversation. Wanda shifted, placing one hand on your upper thigh and giving you a gentle squeeze. You relaxed against her, letting your head fall onto her shoulder.

She scrolled through different movie titles until you saw Dirty Dancing and pointed. “Please? It’s one of my favorites.”

“Excellent choice,” Natasha said, entering the room balancing two mugs of tea and a big bowl of popcorn. “Nobody puts baby in a corner!”

Wanda wrinkled her nose in confusion. “Who is putting babies in corners?”

“Wait,” Nat said, grabbing a handful of popcorn and wedging herself in on the other side of you. Her warmth made you shiver pleasantly. “Have you never seen Dirty Dancing? How did I let this happen?”

Nat lifted the edge of the blanket, pulling it over her own legs as well. “I made you a special tonic, little wolf,” she murmured with a wink. “Honey, lemon, ginger, and a dash of cayenne pepper.”

You curled your fingers around the mug, taking a sip. “Thanks, Nat.”

“Course,” she said. “Now, are you comfortable? Need any extra pillows? Blankets?”

“No,” you laughed, burrowing against her side. “I’ve got the perfect pillow.”

Natasha smiled, settling her arm around your shoulders. She caught her wife’s eyes over your head, blew her a quick kiss. “Perfect Friday night right here.”

Wanda rolled her eyes at the other woman affectionately. “You’re such a softie,” she teased.

“Just press play, woman!” Natasha barked.

You could feel your eyelids drooping before the title credits even finished, but that didn’t bother you. You’d seen Dirty Dancing about a hundred times. The last thing you heard was the rumble of Natasha’s soft laugh as she explained the Borscht Belt to Wanda.

“Yeah, baby, like the soup,” she said.

You fell asleep with a smile still on your lips.

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baby can you please write a pau cubarsi x reader where reader is on her period and she has like really really bad cramps? im like DYING of cramps rn and need to read more pau <33

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GRAY MORNING, PAU CUBARSÍ.

→ Summary: You wake up with a lot of cramps, and Pau helps you, so you don't feel any more pain. And he's a funny boyfriend.

→ Warning: Mention of Reader. Fluff/Comfort. Romance.

→ Author's note: This request is so cute:(

And sorry if there are mistakes, English is not my language.I hope this is what you asked for!

She had fallen asleep in his arms the night before. Her head rested on Pau's bare chest, her fingers intertwined with his as if her body knew it needed safety to survive the pain that was already showing signs. Pau had made sure to prepare the environment—low lights, hot tea, a nearly silent film playing on the television, and the thermal bag strapped to her belly, carefully supported with a pillow.

Everything was peaceful.

But the peace did not last until dawn.

She woke with a sharp pang, so strong that for a second she thought she was going to faint. The room was still dark, only a sliver of gray-violet light coming through the half-open blinds. The clock read 6:42.

She couldn’t move. Every muscle in her abdomen seemed to pulse in a torturous rhythm, as if tiny hooks were pulling her from the inside out. Cold sweat was running down her forehead, and nausea threatened to creep up.

“Shit…” she whispered to herself, squeezing her eyes shut.

Pau was still sleeping beside her, facing her, his breathing soft and calm. His chest rose and fell slowly, and there was a slight crease between his eyebrows, as if he was dreaming of something intense.

She tried to sit up, but her body protested. The heating pad from the night before was already cold and useless, and the slightest movement was enough to make her let out an involuntary groan of pain.

Pau stirred immediately, as if he had been trained to wake up at the slightest sign of her.

“Hey,” his voice came out hoarse, sleepy. “What’s wrong?”

She couldn't answer right away. Her face was pale and her eyes were watery. She could only shake her head, trying to control her breathing.

Pau stood up at once. He sat down beside her and pulled the lamp with one hand, illuminating the room with a soft light.

“Are you in severe pain?” he asked softly, placing his hand on her arm.

“Very strong,” she managed to say, her voice weak and choked. “It’s worse than yesterday… I can’t even get up.”

Pau took a deep breath and nodded. He gently got out of bed and pulled the covers up to her shoulders, as if he was trying to protect her from everything. He crouched down beside her and held her hand firmly.

“Stay here. Don’t move. I’ll take care of everything, okay?”

She closed her eyes, trying to hold back the tears. She knew he would keep his promise.

Pau went to the kitchen. In less than five minutes, he returned with a new, steaming hot cooler bag, a glass of water, and the medicine. He sat down next to her again, helping her to stand up slightly to take it.

“Slow down… I’m with you.”

After helping her take the pill, he carefully adjusted the hot pack, positioning it exactly where the pain was most intense. He sat behind her, pulling her slowly against his chest and holding her firmly—not tight, but there.

“Breathe with me,” he said, his mouth close to her ear. “Breathe in… that’s it. Now let it out slowly.”

She obeyed, even with her eyes closed, allowing herself to cry softly. It wasn't just because of the physical pain, but because of the tiredness, the vulnerability, because she was exhausted from justifying a pain that no one saw — but that Pau never, ever doubted.

“You know what?” he murmured, stroking her hair with one hand. “I think menstruation should be a vacation. Like, five days a month, no obligations, no work, just taking care of yourself. You deserve that. At the very least.”

She let out a muffled chuckle, even through her tears.

“Were you going to vote for this law?”

“I was going to create that law,” he replied, as if it were obvious. “And I was going to add: mandatory cuddles, chocolate and warm laps. Especially from you.”

She turned a little, laying her head on his shoulder. Her eyes were still burning, but the heat from the heating pad and the warmth of his body were already starting to ease the weight of the pain. Or maybe it was the effect of his presence. Because Pau didn’t need to say much—it was the way he stood. The way he didn’t look away. The way he never treated her as fragile, but as someone who deserved care and respect.

“Thank you for not making light of it,” she murmured.

Pau kissed the top of her head tenderly, his lips lingering there for long seconds.

“Baby, I see you dealing with this every month. Just thinking about people thinking it’s a fad… makes me want to scream. But more than that, it makes me want to be the kind of guy you can trust. Even on your worst days.”

She closed her eyes again and allowed herself to just… exist there. In his arms. In the safety of that silence between the two of them.

They stayed like that until the medicine began to take effect. She fell asleep again, lulled by his breathing, with the pain still there — now less, less severe.

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Jack of Hearts

Chishiya Shuntaro x Reader x Niragi Suguru.

(It's finally here. I am so sorry for the long wait, and I am praying this is worth the wait. I'm hoping it lives up to expectations. Please enjoy and have fun reading.

Masterlist. Progress Update. Love Line Collection.

Summary: Niragi, you and Chishiya play the Jack of Hearts game.

After being separated from Arisu, Kuina, Usagi, Ann and Tatta during the King of Spades games, you, Chishiya and Niragi had found a place to hide. It was a moment for the three of you to breathe. During your time hiding, you discussed where to go next. Niragi originally wanted to go to the King of Clubs, but Chishiya felt a pull to the Jack of Hearts. With you being the deciding vote, the three of you made your way to the Jack of Hearts game, promising to join the King of Clubs game if no one had beaten it by the time you were done.

The three of you arrived at the prison and walked inside. Some collars on a table greeted you. You each took one and put it on. You shivered as it clicked into place. You hated this already. The three of you made your way to the central guardroom. On your way there, a noise came from one of the cells. Niragi let out a snort as you blushed. “Oh, good lord.” Chishiya smirked.

“You know, we could always find a cell of our own and have some fun before the game.” Niragi suggested with a grin on his face. As much as you may have liked the idea, now wasn’t the time. “Don’t you think of anything else?” Chishiya asked, his hands in his pockets, turning to face Niragi. Niragi scoffed at him. “Don’t be like that. It’s good to let off some steam.” Niragi countered. You let out a soft sigh. “After the game, sure. But for now, let’s focus.” You said, and with that, the three of you continued to walk. Inside the guardroom area were a few people. Chichiya leant against a wall. You stood beside him, taking in your surroundings. Niragi stood slightly in front of the two of you. The three of you were there for a while. Watching as more people arrived. Then, finally, the final player appeared. Chishiya let out a small sigh. 

“Difficulty level, Jack of Hearts.” ���Game, Solitary Confinement.” “Rules: Guess the car suit that appears on the back of your collar. However, you may not look at the symbol yourself.”

“I can’t see anything.” A woman on the opposite side of the room spoke as she and everyone else pulled and felt their collars. A woman near her walked over, attempting to look at the collar. 

“The time limit is one hour per round. In the final five minutes, enter your cell and disclose your symbol.”

The lights came on, showing the endless number of hallways where all the cells were. You bit your bottom lip softly. Thank the heavens you had two people you trusted with everything you had. Or else, you fear you would have been doomed. 

“If you do not answer with the correct symbol, it is game over. The collar will explode, and you will die. Additionally, when the time limit reaches zero, the symbol on the collar will reset and change for each round.”

“Wait a sec. So that means we just have to ask each other what our symbols are.” A voice came close to where the three of you were stranded. “That’s easy.” He nodded as he turned to look at Chishiya, who was still leaning against the wall.

“I’m not so sure.” The blonde spoke. “They haven’t told us what the conditions to win are yet.”

“The Solitary confinement game is about how much you can trust your fellow players. Be aware that your opponent, the Jack of Hearts, has already been placed among you.”

“Oh. That’s good.” Chishiya spoke, causing you to look at him. You could see he was intrigued with this game. You looked over at Niragi, who simply shrugged at you. He had no worries. He trusted you both. He knew the three of you were walking out of this place alive and together. 

“So one of us is the Jack of Hearts?” A random man asked.

“How to win: Rounds repeat every hour. You win the game when the Jack of Hearts dies.” “Prohibited actions: Looking at your symbol with a reflective surface is cheating. Players may not use weapons or violence to kill fellow players.”

That made Niragi scoff. So he couldn’t use his gun? Typical. “Seriously?” He asked as he let out a tut. “This means that the only way this game will ever end is if the Jack gives the wrong answer,” Chisyia stated. You and Niragi looked at him. “No one here is getting out alive, unless they lie to the Jack.”

“There is no limit to the number of rounds. Enough food has been provided. While participating in this game, no days will be removed from your visas.”

Chishiya nodded as he took in the words. “So we need to start lying, find the Jack of Hearts, and kill them off, or we’ll live out the rest of our days in this prison. Solitary for life.”

You shook your head gently. “No, thank you.” You didn’t like the idea of being in solitary for life.

“The game will now commence.”“You can roam freely until it is time to enter your cell.”

Everyone stayed still for a moment before people started to couple up and form groups. “So, the 22 of us need to eliminate each other. Until we somehow figure out who the Jack of Hearts is. What makes you think anyone is trustworthy?” A man in a suit spoke, unsettling everyone. 

Slowly, the players all went their different ways. However, you, Chishiya and Niragi stayed where you were. 

“Hey, wanna tell each other the answer?” A man in a yellow shirt, Ippei asked, walking closer to Chishiya. “If you’re trying to survive, I would examine all the people here a little more carefully. Make sure you keep the ones who don’t lie close. For all you know, I’m the one who might be the Jack.” Chishiya told the man, who looked startled. “You see? They all started breaking off into groups. Everyone wants to know who’s trustworthy and who’s not.” He turned away from the wall, his arms crossed over his chest. 

“Take those two.” He said, gesturing to the man in a suit and a woman. “Before the game started, you wanna know what they were doing?” You grimaced as you thought back to it. What a way to be welcomed to the game. Beside you, Niragi let out a laugh. You noticed the man was looking at the four of you. You locked eyes for a moment, and a cold shiver ran down your spine. You instinctively grabbed Niragi’s hand and held onto a part of Chishiya’s sleeve.

“What?” Ippei asked. “That guy wants to control everything she does to exert power over her. So that she can’t interact with any other players. Which is smart, in the long run. If you’ve got someone you can trust that much, that’s how you win the game.” You let out a soft sigh. “Chishiya, a yes or no would have worked wonders to answer the guy.” You said, looking at your blonde boyfriend. He smirked at you. His attention was then brought to the ground where he could see the players downstairs. He took a few steps forward to get closer. Hoping to hear the two men downstairs talking.

A woman in a blue dress walked over to Ippei. “Hey, do you wanna join our team?” She asked him. “No pressure or anything.” Ippei thought for a moment. He was nervous. “It’s not that I don’t want to.” He said, turning to face the three of you.

“Okay, we’ll join the group.” Chishiya stated. Niragi didn’t like that idea. He preferred the idea of the three of you sticking together, alone. However, the three of you followed behind the group. Whilst Chishiya and Niragi were getting a layout of who everyone was. You were picking at your nails. You knew the boys would figure this out. Niragi tapped your hip. “Let me see, baby.” You turned around. Niragi moved your hair out of the way. “Look at that. A heart.” He said before placing a kiss behind your ear, causing you to giggle as the heat rushed to your cheeks. 

You smiled and tapped Chishiya’s wrist. “You’re turn, love.” You spoke softly to him. Chishiya turned around. “Diamond. Hmm, very fitting.” You told him happily. You then turned to Niragi. “Your turn, handsome.” Niragi turned around. You and Chishiya looked at the symbol. “Spade.” The three of you stood there, mainly because Chishiya was busy thinking. You let a small huff. This was going to be a long night. 

“It is time to give your answer. Please enter a solitary confinement cell of your choosing.”

The three of you walked to your cells. Yours was in the middle between Niragi and Chishiya’s cells. You stood in your cell, the door locking behind you, causing you to bite your bottom lip. “Heart.” You were confident. Of course, you were. Your two loves would never lie to you. The door unlocked once the round was over, and you stepped out of the room. You and the boys made your way back to the guardroom, and Ippei followed after the three of you.

–

“I keep wondering how long this is going to go on for.” You heard a man say. His partner spoke up. “Either the Jack will start killing people, or someone who’s afraid of the Jack will start to kill. Until either or both of those things happen, this will never end.” 

“Exactly.” Chishiya agreed. “As long as we keep being honest with each other, we’ll be all right.” Ippei gasped out. “Or not.” Niragi added with a smirk, watching the man shrink back a little. You gently smacked his shoulder. He was having too much fun watching this guy cower. 

“What the fuck!” A voice came, and a man was thrown to the floor. Everyone stared as a man walked over to the sobbing man on the floor. “I told you to give me the answer!” He shouted. That was so not okay. You went to take a step forward, however, Chishiya grabbed the sleeve of your cardigan. Niragi placed his arm in front of you, stopping you from moving. “Don’t.” They both whispered to you. Neither wanted you to be involved. You all watched as a man in blue, the man Chishiya had agreed with, got up and walked to the sobbing man. “You all right? Tell him he’s a club.” His voice was low, however, the three of you heard him. The sobbing man told the bully that his symbol was a club. The bully smirked and walked past you, your boyfriends and Ippei. 

Ippei let out a gasp at seeing that the symbol was actually a diamond. “Shh! Now the game is really starting.” Chishiya was ready for the game to truly start. You shook your head lightly but stayed quiet. He was right. Now the game could start for real. Which meant the three of you would be closer to getting out of here and finding the others. 

“It is time to give your answer. Please enter a solitary confinement cell of your choosing.”

You walked over to a cell and stepped inside. “Club.”

The first person was now dead, and all the other players were tense. Well, a lot of them were. A select few seemed calm and collected. A woman in a blue dress, the leader of the group you had joined, was plotting to kill the guy who had been getting bullied. Which to you was just wrong. He wasn’t the Jack of Hearts, and he had clearly been scared. You looked over at Chishiya, only to find him staring at a man who was sitting on the floor. The same man who had kick-started all of this, Banda. The two seemed to lock eyes and study each other. 

You turned to Niragi only to find him doing the same. Except with that man in the suit, Yaba. The one who always had that woman with him. You let out a small scoff and crossed your arms over your chest. You weren’t jealous. You knew they were both trying to figure all this out. After a minute had passed, you walked forward. “Well, I’m gonna go see what food they have here.” You told your boys as you turned to walk off. 

You were pulled back as Niragi grabbed your arm. “You’re not going anywhere without at least one of us with you.” He told you. You smiled up at him. “And here I thought you two were scoping out new additions to our relationship.” That made Chishiya snort beside you. Niragi shook his head. “You’re such a brat sometimes.” You grinned up at Niragi, placing a hand on his chest. “You love when I’m bratty. Hell, you love it when we’re both bratty. Right, Shiya?” You asked, turning to the blonde, who finally looked at the two of you. He smiled and nodded his head. “You love fucking the brat out of us.” He added as he stepped forward. You giggled. Niragi licked his bottom lip. “You two are on a very dangerous path right now.” You reached out and grabbed their hands. “Let’s go get some food.” You pulled them with you as you walked.

—---

You soon found yourselves sitting at a table in the cafeteria. The group you were with were all telling each other their symbols. Lying to one of the members. You and your boys already told each other your symbols. Chishiya was a heart, Niragi was a diamond, and you were a spade. Chishiya was munching on some cookies, you were eating cookies and cream flavored Pocky. Niragi had a drink and was just stealing the odd treat from you two. “When we get out of here, we should take as much of this with us as we can.” Niragi nodded at your idea. “Good idea.” You leaned up and kissed his cheek. “I’m full of good ideas.” Chishiya let out a chuckle and shook his head at you. 

‘It is time to give your answer. Please enter a solitary confinement cell of your choosing.’

You made your way to the cell and said your suit. Once again, you were alive, but that wasn’t exactly surprising, was it?

‘Round four begins now.’

Everyone stood in the central guard room. Some people were confused that the guy the group just killed wasn’t the jack of hearts. Niragi let out a scoff. “How stupid are these people?” He asked, leaning against a wall beside Chishiya. 

“People are starting to get nervous. I know they said there was no time limit…”Chishiya looked up as he let his words linger for a moment. “Except that people are starting to die now. I’m not sure we’ll find the Jack at all.” Well, that threw you through a loop. You and Niragi looked at Chishiya in shock. 

“What the hell has gotten into you? We’ll figure this out. You’re smart enough, pretty boy.” Niragi lightly tapped his cheek. The three of you made your way downstairs to the cafeteria to grab something to eat. Once again, Chishiya was eating those biscuits from that yellow packet. “I’ll be sure to grab all of those for you when we leave this place.” Chishiya looked at you and gently squeezed your thigh in thanks. 

“It is time to give your answer. Please enter a solitary confinement cell of your choosing.”

Of course, you went to your cells. Each confident as you all stated your symbols.

“Heart.”

“Club.”

“Diamond.”

—---

‘Round five begins now.’

Standing outside of the cells, Ippei was pacing. Chishiya was leaning against the wall. Arms crossed over his chest. Niragi was next to him, one hand wrapped around your waist, keeping you close. The other was in the pocket of Chishiya’s jacket. Keeping him close.

“Why are they all tricking each other?” Ippei asked as he turned to look at the three of you. 

“Wow, are you really surprised?” Chishiya asked him without even looking at the poor guy. He was having a hard time with all of this. “No one wants to be the next to die.” Ippei trembled with fear. He was feeling stressed out. 

You looked at your boys for a moment. You turned in Niragi’s arms. “I’m bored.” You told him, causing Niragi to chuckle. “We’re in the middle of a game and you’re bored? You hearing this?” He asked, tugging on Chishiya’s pocket to get his attention. “She knows she’s safe. She’s not worried for her life, of course, she’s bored.” Chishiya replied with a small shrug. You looked between the two of them. “Wanna make out?” You asked them both, a bright smile on your face. 

“Sure.” They said in unison. And so the three of you walked off to find a cell, where you wouldn’t be interrupted. 

—----

‘Round six begins now.’ ‘Round seven begins now.’ 

Standing in front of the shelves of food. You grabbed another box of Pocky. This time, crunchy strawberry. Every time you came down here, you seemed to be collecting the flavors. You looked around, trying to find the snack Niragi wanted, only to find it on the top shelf. Typical. You shoved your Pocky and Chishiya’s favorite cookies in your pocket. You reached up, standing on your tiptoes to try to reach, when a hand reached out from behind you to grab a packet. You turned to see Yaba and Banda behind you. Yaba held out the snack to you. “Here, you go dear.”

You smiled up at him and took the snack. “Thank you.” You looked between the men for a moment. Both seemed to be studying you, and you couldn’t decide if that was a good thing or a bad thing. “You’re pretty.” Banda stated, a smirk on his face. 

“Oh, thank-” You were cut off by Niragi’s voice. “Hey Princess! Come here a minute, Chishiya had an idea he wants to tell us!” He called out. He was standing up from the table. The two could see you clearly. You turned to the men in front of you and shrugged. “Thanks for the help, gentlemen.” You then made your way to your boys. You sat down next to Niragi, across from Chishiya. 

“Stay away from those two.” Niragi said as he sat back down. He gently ran his fingers through your hair. 

“Banda is a murderer, so stay clear. No more going anywhere alone.” Chishiya added with a tone that made it seem like that was common knowledge. 

Then the words of what he had said sank in. “Wait, what? How do you know that?”

“I read.” 

‘Round eight begins now.’ ‘Round nine begins now.’ ‘Round ten begins now.’ ‘Round eleven begins now.’ ‘Round twelve begins now.’

Round after round and more people were being killed off. You had watched the group kill each other off. It was brutal, but there was nothing you could do. 

“I don’t think I can keep playing this game.” Ippei sobbed out. 

“Diamond.” 

He turned to face Chishiya, who had spoken. “How much longer, man?” He then sat down on the ground. “It’s so messed up.” He sniffled. “I thought that… people were much better than this.”

“Man, you led a charmed life.” You smacked Chishiya on the arm. “I’m sorry. But this is our reality now. Maybe we won’t get out of this alive. But even so, all we can do for now is help each other. So we can get out of this game.” You watched Chishiya walk over to Ippei and crouch down beside him. “Okay? We can do this.”

‘Round Thirteen begins now.’

Ippei was dead. The three of you stood outside of this cell. “You were too kind for this world, Ippei.” Chishiya sighed and turned to face the opening doors. “Well, that’s settled. Looks like we lost our partner.” Niragi chuckled at Chishiya’s words. “More like you lost your admirer.” He stated with a smirk. Chishiya shoved him slightly. “Shut up.” He said as the three of you watched the remaining players staring at you all. They all then walked away. 

—-

Back downstairs, the three of you got food again. Chishiya had just finished telling you both who he thought the Jack was and why. Then, low and behind, the man you were speaking about came into the room. Matsushita was heading towards the same cookies he always got. A selection of the same cookie but different flavours. 

Chishiya got up, his yellow packet of cookies in his hands as he walked over to Matsushita. He leant against the shelves of food. “These cookies taste better.” He said, causing Matsushita in the grey cardigan to turn to face him. Niragi walked over, appearing behind Chishiya. Matsushita stepped back slightly before walking past the two, just as you walked over. The guy looked you over for a moment as he continued to walk. 

“That guy you hang out with? You should know that he’s a murderer.” Matsushita turned to look at Chishiya in confusion.  

“What?”

“His name’s Sunato Banda. It was in the newspaper. Murdered four women, so that makes him a serial killer. And, you know, that’s punishable by death.” 

“That’s a filthy lie.”

“No. It’s true. Know what I think? I think he’s the Jack of Hearts. There are only seven of us left. Time is running out. So the Jack’s gonna start to get aggressive now. Might as well share symbols. Chishiya began to walk over to Matsushita. “For the moment, you’re in a good position. The Jack still trusts you. So if anyone is going lie to the Jack. It has to be you.” Chishiya walked to the other side of the man. “Which means the game can only win one way. The key player here is you.” He let out a breath before crossing his arms over his chest, still holding the yellow bag of cookies. “I’m sure this is a lot, and you don’t trust me yet. For what it’s worth, there’s no advantage for me to lie. So I’ll tell you the truth about your symbol. Don’t you wanna make sure that Banda’s telling you the truth?”

“What makes you think that I would trust you over him?”

You don’t have to if you don’t want to. If I were in your shoes, I’d want to weigh my options. And I’ve got no reason to lie to you. Banda’s a murderer, and that’s a fact.”

“I still don’t trust you.”

“Fine. You’ll see for yourself once the next round is over. You’re a spade. Just so you know.” Chishiya turned around. “So, will you tell me mine?” There was a beat of silence. “Come on. I told you what yours is.”

“I never agreed to this deal.” Matsushita walked away from stopping. “Heart.” And with that, he left. 

“What a fucking liar.” You couldn’t help but say once he was out of earshot. Chishiya was a diamond. But he already knew that. You were a club, and Niragi was a spade. Niragi shook his head and chuckled. “Baby, we knew he was going to lie.” He told you with a shrug. Chishiya walked back over to the two of you. “It’s him. I’m sure of it.” He confirmed. Niragi nodded his head in agreement. 

“I still don’t like that Yaba guy or that Banda.” Niragi stated, arms crossed over his chest, remembering you talking to them.

You and Chishiya looked at each other, sharing a knowing smile. “Jealous.” 

“Shut up.”

—-

After a while, Kotoko came into the room. She was picking up the same cookies she always did. Once again, Chishiya made his move. 

“There are only seven of us left. Unfortunately, one of my partners is dead. I asked that guy, Matsushita, what my symbol is, but he told me he doesn’t trust me.” He inhaled. “And I’m pretty sure he lied to me. Sort of a hunch, I guess. So, would you mind telling me what my symbol is? I know this is kind of a big ask. But if you want, I promise to tell you your symbol in exchange. I … don’t mean to presume, but you strike me as an honest person. At least from over here. Also, that Yaba guy strikes me as a bit of a conman, and since you’re aligned with him, I thought you should know.”

Chishiya walked past Kotoko. “Your symbol is a heart. Now, what about mine? It’s a club, right?” 

Kotoko walked away, her head down. Chishiya raised his packet of biscuits. “These are better, you know!” Chishiya let out a sigh and made his way to your table, where you and Niragi were sitting. The two of you had been having a lightsaber battle with your Pocky. Though your attention was brought to Chishiya was he sat down.

“I thought you were a doctor, not a salesman. Are you trying to sell those cookies to everyone or something?” Niragi asked him with a teasing grin on his face. Chishiya picked up a cookie and threw it at Niragi, intending to hit him with it. Though Niragi caught it in his mouth. “Shut up.”

You let out a giggle. The three of you spent the rest of the time sitting around the table, eating and talking about whatever you could. 

—--

Walking back to the central guardroom, Yaba walked past three of you. He and Chishiya slowed down for a moment before he walked off to Kotoko. The three of you turned and watched Banda walk up the stairs before heading off to Matsushita. 

“Seven people left, two pairs and one trio. The jack’s definitely going to make a move this round.” He took a step forward, standing on the podium thing. “I guess that this is the last round.” The blonde turned to look at the two of you. Niragi scoffed. “When did you become so dramatic?” 

“It is time to give your answer. Please enter a solitary confinement cell of your choosing.”

You walked into your cell. You smiled slightly. Hopefully this was the last round. “Club.” You waited for a moment. The same sound echoed to show someone had died. The place was quiet until you heard an unsettling cackle like laughter. It sent chills down your spine. Hearing a door open, you opened your door. You stepped out. Niragi walked out of his, which was on your left. Chishiya walked out of his, which was on your right. 

“I had a feeling you were the Jack of Hearts.” The three of you turned to face Matsushita. Chishiya’s hands were in his packers. Niragi’s were crossed over his chest. You put your hands on your hips. All three of you are watching the man in front of you. 

“But how did you…?”

“You teamed up with Banda from the start, and he’s a murderer, so it just made sense. Even if somehow you were moved by Banda’s little monologue, I knew you wouldn’t trust him. You don’t trust strangers and certainly not that fast.” Chishiya stated calmly. God, it was hot seeing his brain work. Very sexy. Nope, now was not the time for that.

Another door opened and out came Banda. “Most people won’t even talk to a guy like me. But you wanted to kill me. I could sense that in you right away. So I wanted to see if you were smart, or just stupid or whether you were a true psychopath.”

“You mean..”

“You thought you were controlling me this whole time.” He began walking towards Matsushita. “But I was manipulating you into thinking that way. Ultimately, it was your huge superiority complex that gave you away.”

“That kind of self-importance usually comes from being put in a special position. Something that made you feel untouchable. Like being chosen as the Jack.” Chishiya started. 

“You guys are wrong about this. Banda is the Jack of Hearts!” 

“Sorry, kid.” Yaba’s voice came from the stairs. “It’s not Banda.” Yaba walked over, hands in his pants pockets. “You and Kotoko were connected. I told Kotoko what her symbol was, and yet, she still died. Which means, Kotoko was being manipulated by someone other than me.”

Matsushita nodded. “Well, then, you should be accusing one of those three instead!” 

“Everything I went to the cafeteria, you and Kotoko would always be there, getting snacks at the same time. And each time, you’d get the same kind of snack. You and Kotoko were secretly communicating in the cafeteria. Both of you were just pretending that you were being controlled.” Chishiya spoke. 

“No one knows what being controlled looks like until they’ve seen you in the bedroom.” Niragi chuckled in your ear. You wizzed around and slapped his chest. “Niragi, now is so not the time. Chishiya is showing off his sexy smarts, so please shut up.” 

“There were four different flavors of the snack. You would confirm your symbols by checking the packaging. Using those snacks as a code with each other. I caught on pretty quickly.” Chishiya finished. 

Yaba then spoke up. “And then, you told Kotoko to give me the wrong symbol. I did trust her. Except at the end.”

Matsushita gasped. “When did you lot start working together?” 

“Well, the very first announcement said that this game is about how much we can trust one another. So we simply followed that principle. To gain someone’s trust. You can’t control, manipulate or guide them in any way. You can’t brainwash or hypnotize them, lie to them or instill fear.” Yaba spoke with every step he took. Only stopping once he came to stand beside Banda. “It’s called equality.” 

“Wait, what makes you so sure it’s me? The Jack of Hearts could easily be one of your five. Okay, maybe I did try to blame everything on you by setting you up, but look! But that’s not enough, huh? You guys don’t have any proof that I’m the Jack of Hearts, huh?”

“You sure about that?” Chishiya asked. 

“Huh?” Matsushita turned to face him. Chishiya stepped forward. “Just think about it. If they suspected that you were the Jack, then why did you survive this last round? Why didn’t Banda Lie? Tell you the wrong thing?”

Niragi stepped forward, a sick grin on his face. “The reason you’re still alive is because you’re the Jack. And these guys planned to keep you alive. Because they decided they wanna get information out of you.” 

‘Round fourteen begins now.’

—--

Walking out of the prison, the boys opened a gate each, letting you walk out first. The three of you walked about before stopping to look at the blimp as it blew up and set on fire. You each had a bag, filled with food and drinks. 

“Well, that was fun.” You told them, causing the two to look at you. You smiled up at them. “I don’t think I’ve ever been so chill about a game before.” 

“That’s because Chishiya did all the work, baby.” Niragi told you with a raised eyebrow. 

Chishiya nodded. “Well, you made some good commentary.” He said to Niragi, making him puff out his chest a little. 

“And I had the hardest job of all. Looking pretty and eating all the Pocky.” You told them, mocking a sad expression. Your hand on your chest. 

Suddenly, your bag was snatched from you by Chishiya. “Hey!” Niragi grabbed you and lifted you from the ground.

The sound of your laughter filled the streets. The three of you are happy and heading off to find your friends.

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Stranded - 1

✦ Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Fem!Reader

✦ Word count: ~1,3 k

✦ Rating: Mature

✦ Warnings/tags: Grumpy mountain man!Bucky, don't ask me about US geography just go with it, eventual relationship/romance/smut.

✦ Summary: Bucky's solitude is disrupted when you show up at his cabin.

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The knock startles Bucky. He's about to eat dinner and not expecting any company. From the simple kitchen he can see through the window out to the porch, but the fading daylight makes it hard to make out more than a shape.

His first thought is to ignore whoever is out there, but if someone is lost they'll leave quicker if he helps.

Just in case he places his wood-cutting ax beside the door, out of sight from the visitor.

It's what he least expects out there. A woman. You smile brightly at him and introduce yourself. Before Bucky can ask you to leave you’re launching into a speech about your car. 

When you're done he can't do more than stare. He's not out in his cabin because he wants company, quite the opposite.

He thinks about sending you on your way, but then the wind blows freezing air into his face and he's not heartless after all.

Introducing himself with a grunt he invites you in. Grateful, you thank him and step inside.

All the serenity he previously felt is erased with your presence, even if you're doing nothing more than taking off your boots and jacket. To think about what he's going to do next he goes over to the stove and continues with his meal.

“So, eh… do you have a phone that works?” your gentle voice is like a bellow to him. Instantly he's annoyed. At you, at himself, at the world.

“I have a sat phone,” he explains without turning around, continuing to stir his pot. “But nothing is open right now, better wait till morning.”

As the words leave his mouth he understands the implications. You're going to have to stay the night. Fuck his life. Bucky wishes to turn back time and never open the door. How could he be this stupid?

“Oh, okay, so I can stay here?”

Fuck no, Bucky wants to respond. But he's made his bed and now he needs to lie in it.

“I guess. The couch’s a pull-out.”

He pulls the pot from the stove and finds two bowls before placing the steaming pot on the small table.

“You can have some if you want,” he gestures and looks at you properly for the first time since letting you inside. Now that you're out of your thick outerwear his mouth goes dry. Not only are you invading his space, but you're beautiful too.

“It smells delicious,” you smile and Bucky’s treacherous heart jumps. Fuck it all to hell. He quickly averts his eyes and sits down to eat. The sound of the chair opposite him being pulled out makes his pulse quicken. It's been a long time since he had company, and then it's been old friends or people from the community, never anyone this pretty.

Instead of making polite small talk, Bucky stares into his bowl as he eats. At first, you try to ask him questions about the cabin, if he built it himself, and such. He makes it his mission to answer as shortly as possible and you quickly understand he's not interested in talking. But it makes him proud when you tell him it feels cozy.

When the bowls are empty, you stand up.

“I'll wash up,” you say quickly and your tone makes it obvious that you're not taking no for an answer.

Before Bucky can warn you, you turn on the faucet. It's a little tricky and he's been meaning to fix it but never gotten around to doing it. The water sprays you right in the face and on your clothes.

With a yelp you turn it off and stand still for a second, then turn towards Bucky.

“Sorry,” he says and gets up to help you. “It's a little leaky.”

“A little,” you mutter before grabbing a towel and getting down to wipe up the water off the floor.

The sight of you, on your knees, dripping wet has Bucky's mind reeling in uncomfortable directions. With an irritated sigh he reaches down and janks the cloth out of your hand.

“The bathroom is down the hall, there are spare towels in the cupboards so you can dry off and change,” he says.

Slowly you get off the floor, looking crestfallen and apprehensive. Bucky knows it's because of him and he hates it, at the same time, he hates that he hates it. He doesn't know you. You don't mean anything to him. Everything you've done so far has only made him realize why he needs this time away from people.

“I didn't bring a change of clothes with me, everything is in my car,” you look down and wrap your arms around yourself, obviously uncomfortable.

It dawns on Bucky what he's going to have to do and he looks up towards the ceiling and says, “Un-fucking-beliveable.” Then he stomps off towards his bedroom to find you something to wear.

He rummages through the meager choices of clothing he has at the cabin, managing to find a t-shirt and a hoodie. It's just luck you don't need pants too. He deposits them on top of the toilet seat in the bathroom before going back to the kitchen.

While he's been gone you've cleaned up the water anyway and figured out the trick to not get drenched. When you hear him approach you dry off your hands.

“Clothes are in the bathroom, you can hang yours in front of the fire to dry,” he jerks his head, indicating for you to go and he doesn't turn to watch as you scurry away. 

He washes the rest of the dishes, puts them to dry, and then heads across the open room to the wood stove, throwing in a couple more logs before starting to make space for the pull-out.

“I can just sleep on the couch, you don't have to make the bed,” your soft voice startles him. Instead of answering he ignores you.

When it's done and he turns towards you he almost groans out loud. The hoodie is big on you and you look adorable. An image of the two of you curled up together in front of the crackling fireplace enters his mind.

Without another word, he retrieves a pillow, and a thick blanket and throws them on the bed together with the linen, then says “Good night,” and heads down the hall towards the bedroom.

“Thank you, good night,” your sweet voice calls after him and he bangs the door shut for good measure before leaning his back against it, and letting out a deep sigh.

He has half a mind to go back out and apologize but it will probably make everything worse so instead he pushes off and goes into the small on-suite bathroom to brush his teeth and think about his life choices.

He’s never had a visitor in his cabin that he didn’t invite himself, the few friends he has know not to come over uninvited. And over the years and a few relationships, he’s never taken anyone with him to the cabin. And now, you’re in it.

The sheets are cold and he usually leaves the door open to let in the warmth but that's not an option right now. He refuses to think about how warm and cozy it would be under the cover with you. How your soft skin would feel against his rough palms.

Irriterad he shakes his head to rid himself of the thoughts before they stray even further.

Tomorrow he'll call the local mechanic to have your car fixed and you can be on your way. Why the thought of never seeing you again bothers him is confusing, since he does not know you at all, but it's for the best.

[lonely-house]

rental fanart contest! ☆૮꒰ˊᗜˋ* ꒱ა

Rules:

1. We'll have 2 winners, one will be voted among the devs, the other will be chosen by popular vote on our discord server. Each winner will get a 15.000CLP/15USD STEAM giftcard as a prize.

2. All mediums are permitted: digital, traditional, pixel art, 3D, plasticine, etc. NO use of AI though. You don't need to be a skilled artist to participate ^^

3. No NSFW. You can have blood for spookiness but no outright gore.

4. Send your submissions through the fanart contest channel on our discord server. Feel free to post them on the Artwork tab on Steam too, if you like.

5. Deadline is 15 April 23:59, Chilean time (19:59 PST). Winners will be announced on that week.

Any entries that don't follow the rules will be disqualified.

Have fun! ໒꒰ྀི´ ˘ ` ꒱ྀིა Please make something that you enjoy

[remotewatch]

make that mfer BAM 💥🥣

Jack Schlossberg x reader | 1k wc

Summary: Jack doubts his speechwriting skills. You tug that nonsense right out of him.

cws: emergency handjob, food play, cum eating, he cum in he got damn soup idk what else to tell ya !! dear readers please make sure you’re registered to vote and do try to get involved with the Harris campaign in any way you can (it’s what Jack would want, after all 😁)

hats off to my darling editor @mystardustmelodyyy as always 🩵🗳️

minors dni in fact don’t even glance at it

Light-footed staff weave around your path as you track the length of the house to check on tonight’s finishing touches. Your shoes clack against the mirror-polished foyer tile in time with the cadence of your speech repetition.

A text had just come in from your assistant: everyone was having a splendid time, they were on their way to your place now, and a smidge of traffic might push the start of dinner back, ten minutes at the most. Everything was falling into place, but you couldn’t turn down a free moment to go over your words one last time.

“As you all know, my grandparents were lifelong patrons of the arts… honored to present our new exhibition at my fiancé’s library… we thank you all for your generous…” you lose your train of thought when you spot Jack pacing frantically in an alcove, hands twitching as he stifles reflexive hang loose signs. He jolts at the hand you place on his shoulder and defaults to an uncharacteristically strained smile when he sees it’s you.

“How’s the rehearsal going?”

“Well, I think I hate it.” He bites a knuckle and squints exasperatedly at the tiny font on his phone. “There’s so many jokes in here. Why?!” Jack getting cold feet was the only thing you hadn’t planned for; usually he’s the one swooping in when you’re in such a state. There’s absolutely no time for rewrites, so you need to shut this shit down before he decides to start editing anyway. You squeeze his shoulder a little bit, and his head snaps up to see your most convincing faux-worried face.

“Can you help me with one thing real quick, and then we can get it sorted?”

That breaks him out of the fog long enough for you to drag him through the dining room and into the kitchen abuzz with steam and roving caterers.

A curt “Out!” scatters them, and then it’s just you two and the gentle hum of the convection ovens. You guide Jack over to where tonight’s soup is already plated, then to his bowl placed off to the side, accompanied by a post it stuck to the counter: “JS NO SWEET POTATO”.

He’s still lost in thought as you nudge him closer and move behind him.

“I already tasted it, it’s fine,” he mumbles as you start undoing his pants. His voice trails to a sigh when you take his cock out.

“You loved that speech all last week. What’s going on now?”

“I just-“ he doesn’t comment when you start stroking him, but you can feel the muscles in his back loosen slightly, and some of the tension leaks out of his voice. “I really want this to go well for us.”

Your unoccupied hand slides up his lapel and grasps his to stop the fumbling with his tie.

“It’s already going well, and we’re going to keep it that way.” His brow is still furrowed, but that cute little fuzzy edge his voice gets when you take control is seeping in.

“Won’t they be here soon?”

“Not for at least twenty minutes.” The slippery noises your movements make as he starts to leak echo off all the stainless steel and sound almost amplified in the empty space. It’s just warm enough in the kitchen for your brain to flirt with the idea of calling the whole thing off and spending the night here. “Don’t worry. I won’t let the clock run out on you.”

You can feel his grip on his doubts loosening with every deliberate stroke, and soon he’s bucking into your hand as much as the space between you and the counter will let him.

Jack’s posture sags as he relaxes against you, the sudden movement nearly bobbing him close enough to dip his tip into the soup.

“Keep moving around like that and you’ll burn yourself.”

“Sorry.” He sounds a million miles away from the ball of nerves you found a few minutes ago.

“On your toes. You’re making a mess.” And he does, of course, so you have a proper angle to aim him down at the bowl and prevent the twin rivulets of precum from sliding down your wrist onto his trousers. His mouth falls open when the first drops break the surface tension.

“That’s all I want you to focus on. You know you’ll do well, I know you’ll do well, just do this for me, okay?”

He nods wordlessly.

“Say it for me,” you croon softly into his ear, watching the goosebumps blossom down his neck when your lips graze it.

Jack’s head slumps to the side for a better look at you, but his irises are wandering like bumblebees and working against him.

“I’m focusing.” he slurs.

“I know, I know.” Your hand speeds up to match his breathing as he white knuckles the counter. It’s hard to keep your wrist steady when you feel his ass start tightening up.

“It’s gonna make a mess,” he gasps out.

“No it won’t. Stay still for me. You’ve got this. I know you do.”

Jack’s whole body tenses up, and his protests fade into little pants at your ambiguous encouragement. He throbs in your hand one, two, three, four times as you hold him just a whisper above the steaming bowl. No splash; the rest of him is trembling with the effort, but his hips stay locked in place to neatly spill into his meal.

As soon as his heels are back on solid ground, you’re stretching up to kiss right above his eyebrow. A hand cradling his jaw eases him back to reality.

“It’s a great speech.”

“It’s a great speech.” He can't stop himself from smiling, finally relaxed enough to let it reach his eyes.

-at the table-

From the beginning you’d insisted Jack should speak after you; he was much better at settling everyone into dinner conversation following your more formal remarks. Of course, your guests are utterly captivated by him; he manages to get even your sternest donors chuckling in under five minutes. So captivated, in fact, that you’re free to ogle at him from the other end of the table without worry. You’re crossing and recrossing your legs watching his mouth move, realizing for the first time tonight how fucking hungry you are. When the soup is served, you scarcely blink watching his first mouthful. He stares back just as entranced, completely forgetting his table manners and using his thumb to swipe an errant drop into his mouth.

[simdertalia]

🍓ᛉ ACNH Nordic Set ᛟ🍓

💗 Sims 4, Base game compatible/ Steam animation requires Cats & Dogs. 43 items

This set is brought about by the lovely patrons who voted 💗

As always, turning the brightness down on functional lamps will make them look better (not overly bright) due to my vertex paint issue in Blender.

Always suggested: bb.objects ON, it makes placing items much easier. For further placement tweaking, check out the TOOL mod.

You can raise & lower items with 0 and 9 on your keyboard.

Use the scale up & down feature on your keyboard to make the items larger or smaller to your liking. If you have a non-US keyboard, it may be different keys depending on which alphabet it uses.

Set contains: -Aebleskiver Pan | 1 swatch for cast iron | 759 poly -Aebleskiver Pan Full (with steam & no steam versions) | 1 swatch for cast iron | 1067 poly -Aebleskiver Pan (wall) | 1 swatch for cast iron | 789 poly -Aebleskiver Plate | 9 swatches for plate color | 848 poly -Aebleskiver Sugar Bowl | 2 swatches for spoon color | 334 poly -Bird Sculpture | 9 swatches | 461 poly -Bowl of Fruit | 7 swatches | 502 poly -Ceiling Lamp (for best look in game, turn brightness down) | 8 swatches | 1178 poly -Chair (8 items: is a living chair, each frame color has its own package file) | 8 swatches each | 1160 poly -Cloth for Coffee Table | 8 swatches | 110 poly -Cloth for Dining Table | 8 swatches | 316 poly -Cloth for Lowboard | 8 swatches | 90 poly -Cloth for Shelves | 8 swatches | 90 poly -Coconut Planter | 1 swatch | 1214 poly -Coffee Table | 1 swatches | 870 poly -Curtains (right & left) | 8 swatches each | 575 poly -Dining Table | 8 swatches | 834 poly -Jar of Jam | 6 swatches | 400 poly -Kitchen Valance Curtain | 8 swatches | 527 poly -Lowboard (lots of slots, & slot for TV) | 8 swatches | 552 poly -Mug | 8 swatches | 393 poly -Open Book | 7 swatches | 770 poly -Owl Sculpture | 8 swatches | 772 poly -Ring Dish | 2 swatches for rings color & 7 swatches for plate color, 14 total swatches | 438 poly -Shelves TV Stand (lots of slots, & slot for TV) | 8 swatches | 848 poly -Sofa (8 items: each frame color has its own package file) | 5 swatches for plate color | 3790 poly -Tree Sculpture | 8 swatches | 340 poly

Type “acnh nordic" into the search query in build mode to find  quickly. You can always find items like this, just begin typing  the title and it will appear.

As always, please let me know if you have any issues! Happy Simming! 💗

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[mortish-writes]

[Play Bride of Shadows for Free] [Patreon Edition]

The Patreon for Bride of Shadows is live! All that whinging yesterday and it only took a few hours for them to approve it.

What's in The Nightborn Edition?

Right now, not a lot of extra stuff apart from Night V of the Zealot route. When I started writing Bride of Shadows, my aim was to avoid paywalling the story. I know from experience that there's no better time for romantic escapism than when you don't have money. So instead of clipping Bound/Unbound modes from the free version or stopping it after x amount of nights, I opted to make a version with early releases and fan-chosen extras. Each month, we're going to have polls on things like additional tendencies, story branches, and features that will be exclusive to The Nightborn Edition. Your version will have a lot of extra choices and even a few unique story lines.

I took the liberty of adding one much-requested feature to the new edition, and that is a brand new Bound Mode which has an MFM-poly story line and an optional Valdricht only route*. In this mode, Valdricht and Serax will have a platonic maker/progeny relationship. Starting in Night VI or VII (depending on your route) Bound mode players will be able to choose whether to try to juggle the passions of both ROs, or go deep down the Valdricht rabbit hole. Or you can make two save games and do both.

This Sunday we'll have our first poll relating to some baby stuff and I'll be posting an excerpt. Apart from that, I'll be pretty hands-off for the next few days as I focus on finishing the Heretic Night V route. As soon as that is done and edited, it'll be added to The Nightborn Edition as an early release. Then we'll have some polls that will let you shape Night VI and the upcoming NSFW content. I'm dying to write the NSFW Zealot scenes.

The extra content aside, the Patreon will go a long way toward helping me to write Bride of Shadows full-time, which means more content, more quickly, for everyone.

What if I can't/don't want to subscribe to Patreon?

The Nightborn Edition will be available on Steam once the Bride of Shadows IF is complete. I don't have a date on that, it will be dependent on whether I'll be able to write full-time this year. If there is a subscription service similar to Patreon that works in your country, let me know and I'll see about setting up an account.

For everyone else, the free Bride of Shadows updates will be one week after each Patreon update. They'll still have all the content I'd initially planned, including the NSFW stuff!

I donated on Ko-Fi, can I have a free month?

You sure can! In fact, I've already sent messages to everyone who gave a Ko-Fi donation. You should have a link waiting for you that will give you one or more free months of Darksinger membership, depending on how much you donated. If the value of your free months doesn't meet or exceed the amount of your Ko-Fi donation, let me know because I may have sent you the wrong link. Likewise, if you didn't get a message, let me know. I might still use Ko-Fi in the future, either for alternate memberships or goal funding, but for the time being Patreon isn't as temperamental with payments and NSFW content so I'll be focusing on that.

I am one of the two people who donated on Itch.

First of all, you're wonderful. Second, feel free to message me for a link to a free month of the Patreon or the March Nightborn password if you aren't able to do Patreon.

The Patreon page looks so boring and plain.

I KNOW! But I'm not allowed to make it look pretty until I finish Heretic Night V and the new Elovyr map. It's a rule I made because I know I'll sink at least a full day into making it look fancy. Also, The Nightborn Edition store page is basically identical to the regular game. It's driving me insane, too, but that's gotta wait. Writing always comes first.

Final Note

Please remember that the new edition is a work-in-progress and that the extra content will be added as patrons begin voting on it. Right now, it's very similar to the free version, with only the new Zealot night and some hidden variables. The Heretic route is under construction to make some updates for the new Bound mode and will not be playable until the Heretic Night V update next week.

Thanks for reading and supporting my writing. Even if you aren't able to subscribe to Patreon, I appreciate you just following me, chatting about the story, and sharing it with others who might enjoy it. I am grateful every day to be able to write and share Bride of Shadows with you.

-Mortish

*I hear you barking. I know you want a Serax-only route. Maybe it can be a thing later. I kind of have an idea of how we can make it work. Give me some time to think it through. I don't want to promise any story routes until I know 100% that they'll work in the context of the broader plot and that they'll be satisfying.

[blacktabbygames]

Slay the Princess is a finalist for ~four~ categories in The Horror Game Awards, all of which need your vote. THEY ARE:

Best Indie

Best Narrative

Best Performance (Jonathan Sims as the Narrator/Voices in Your Head)

Audience Choice

Votes will directly determine the winner for the Audience Choice category, and will narrow down the other categories to the final 3 picks that get sent to the jury.

You can vote here: https://thehorrorgameawards.com/vote/

And if you haven't had the chance to leave a review yet on your review platform of choice (Steam, GOG, metacritic, etc.) please be sure to do so! It's the easiest way to get more people to save the world. Thanks as always for your support, we'll have more updates for you on assorted game stuff soon!

[charlessainzz]

Jealous Jealous Boy

alright here's the lando fic I promised. thanks to those that voted in the poll!

He was fuming. You could practically see the steam coming out of his ears. His fists clenched into balls at his side. His face twisted up with a sour look. It was all going according to plan. This was his karma.

This was not how you had envisioned your night going. You had started the night glued to your boyfriend, Lando. You both were yearning for a fun night dancing with your friends after a stressful race week. But here you were. On opposite ends of the bar mad at each other. If only he had kept his cheeky mouth shut. 

Within an hour of the night, Lando had basically overindulged himself. Meaning…. His mouth doesn’t shut and he has no idea what’s coming out of it. What had happened was just a simple, stupid comment. But he made it and thought about it and that’s what stung. It was a comment about your new dress. You had already felt self conscious in it since it was more risque than usual. While sitting with your friends, Lando looks at another girl and points rather loudly, “Look babe! That girl’s dress is way prettier for you than what you have on! Ask her where she got it!”. You could feel your face melting off as the whole group’s eyes turned to you. That’s when you push him off your shoulders and stomped to the bar currently placing us in the current situation….

Knowing his eyes were on you, you continue to chat with the random guy at the bar. That’s when you feel his hand go lower and lower towards your bum. Suddenly, you hear chairs scrape across the bar as Lando and his friends sprang up from their seats and rushed towards you and the touchy rando. Before the boys reach you, your hand snatches the bar mans and throws it off your body. You pick up your drink and splash him in the face with your spicy margarita. The boys freeze to a stop doubling over with laughter. The random man wipes his face, nods, and walks away. Maybe a bit harsh coming from you but he had no right! 

Lando slides next to you and gives you an uneasy smile. Holding his hands up he says, “Please ma’am don’t murder me with a margarita!”. You can’t help but give in and laugh. But then his comment comes back to your mind and you feel nauseous again. Lando can see the change in emotions and drops his head into his hands. 

“Y/n, please don’t be mad at me. I wasn’t trying to be mean. I could tell you didn’t love being in this dress and I just wanted you to feel comfortable.” He explains. “Not that you don’t look…. absolutely beautiful. I can just tell this isn’t you”. His eyes meet yours and you see his genuineness. He knew you, he really did. He could tell you felt uncomfortable when you were too afraid to admit it yourself. 

“I wanted to try something new”, you squeak. “I wanted to show you I could be like all those model girls that constantly stalk around the paddock”. You shield your eyes embarrassed by your admission. 

“Oh y/n! You’re the most beautiful woman in the world to me. I don’t need to see you in a super short dress to know that. Not that I’m complaining!”, he laughs. You look at him and smile. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you plead for him to take you home. 

Being the gentleman he could be, he crouches down and scoops you up. Taking you home to get you into something more comfortable…. or should I say out.

[nagito-kissmaeda]

nothing makes me stronger than your fragile heart

Summary:

Komaeda is facing away from you, his broad shoulders are hunched uncomfortably and his head is bowed low down. You can see the full length of his spine, bumps protruding out from under his fragile skin. He’s shaking. “Hey…” You start. Komaeda turns his head and peers at you from over his shoulder, “Hello.” AKA: You help Komaeda wash his hair, and then you have sex in the shower

Contains: AFAB Reader, Explicit Sexual Content, Hurt/Comfort Word Count: 4,097 Read on AO3

It’s early evening on Jabberwock island, and you are lounging on the couch, slowly flipping through the page of a book. The story isn't gripping you, but you are too stubborn to return it to the library before you finish it. It is still nice to have something to occupy yourself, because these days you don’t spend much time outside of your cottage. 

The cottage that you share with Komaeda Nagito, specifically. Roomsharing was something negotiated very early after the first set of people exited the Neo-World Program. You were among them, and voted in favour. Everyone was in a dire spot, emotions were high and danger was even higher. Staying in at least groups of two made sure that everyone was safe, or at least safer. So every new person to leave the program was quickly assigned a partner who would live with them in their cottage and follow them around outside. Komaeda Nagito is your current charge, and he doesn’t go outside very often. So even a boring book helps to keep you occupied. Especially when Komaeda is absent. 

He’s in the shower, he’s been in there for a while. You know that he is in even more emotional distress than usual, the hand that had been until recently attached to his left forearm was removed just a few days ago, and while Souda is working on a prosthetic, it’s not going to be ready for at least a month. It’s been hard for him. 

Suddenly, you are pulled from your thoughts by a loud thud, followed by a gasp of shock. The sound of the water muffles almost everything, but you are sure that you can hear sobbing. Returning your book to the coffee table, you slowly make your way to the bathroom door and press your ear against it. Komaeda is crying. It's that horrible sort of crying too, where you are trying so hard to hold it back that your throat begins to ache. 

Trying not to draw attention to it, you gently knock on the door, “Komaeda-san, are you okay? I thought I heard something fall.” He sniffles, “I-I’m fine, you don’t need to worry.” You slump against the door, you should have known that Komaeda wouldn't admit that he needs help so easily. Swallowing, you reply, “I’m here to help, Komaeda-san. Please, let me.” “No I-” He’s cut off by a sob, and for a few moments all you can hear is crying and running water. “What do you need? Please. ” He sounds almost resigned when he replies, “I-I can’t get the shampoo open.” He laughs then, but it’s weak and ungenuine, “I’m as pathetic as ever, aren’t I?” “No! No, you’re not I-” You lose your words, unsure how you can help from the other side of this door. Biting your lower lip, you hedge your bets, “Can I come in?” The running water sounds louder than ever, making the absence of speech absolutely deafening. After what feels like an age, you hear a quiet, “Okay…”

The room is filled with steam when you open the door and gingerly step inside. Komaeda is facing away from you, his broad shoulders are hunched uncomfortably and his head is bowed low down. You can see the full length of his spine, bumps protruding out from under his fragile skin. He’s shaking. 

“Hey…” You start.

Komaeda turns his head and peers at you from over his shoulder, “Hello.” 

He looks a lot different like this, with his usual mass of curly hair clinging flat to his skull. It’s a lot longer when wet too, reaching an inch or so down past his shoulders. He turns his face away from you again and bends down to pick something up, you quickly realise he is now holding the bottle of shampoo out behind himself for you to come grab. 

Shucking your sweater and leaving it on the towel rack to prevent it from getting wet, you step towards the shower stall, but before you are able to grab the handle and pull the door open, Komaeda laughs weakly. “I apologise, for…subjecting you, to myself.” He breathes, he’s shaking again, “I hope you aren’t too disgusted.” You pull the door open, and grab the bottle of shampoo from his quivering hand, “I’m not.” you reply, quickly unscrewing the cap and passing it back into his awaiting hand, “I’m not disgusted at all.” Komaeda doesn’t offer a reply, but you do watch as he pours some of the shampoo onto the top of his head, and does his best to rub it in with only one available hand. There are a few moments where the remainder of his left arm lifts upward like he is still expecting there to be a hand there. 

He starts sobbing again. 

“Hey, it’s okay…” you say quickly, scrambling to think of what you can do to help, “Would it help if I did it for you? At least for tonight?” He slowly turns his head again, droplets of water are caught in his pale eyelashes, “I couldn’t…I couldn’t ask you to do that for someone like me.” “But would you let me?” He laughs again, it’s a sad little sound, but when he smiles it seems almost real, “I would.” That’s enough for you. 

Komaeda doesn't turn away this time, instead watching almost transfixed as you start tugging off your clothes. It’s going to be awkward, but there is little sense in getting them wet. Komaeda does quickly turn his head when you are left standing there in only your bra and panties, and he steps a little closer to the wall to leave you enough room to slip in behind him. 

The water is very warm. It almost burns. You wonder how he can stand it. 

There isn’t much space in the shower, you are almost pressed up against him, but you ignore this and reach upward to tangle your fingers in his hair. It’s very thin but feels nice between your fingers as you gently encourage the shampoo into a lather. It’s chamomile scented, subtle and clean. A pleased noise escapes him when you put pressure on his temples, and another one when you press your thumbs in at the base of his skull. You watch as his shoulders finally start to relax, angling downward in a soft line as you massage his hair. 

“Tilt your head back for me.” You whisper, so quietly that the falling water almost drowns out your voice. 

Komaeda does as asked, his hair falling backwards over his shoulders in a river of white. “Are your eyes closed?” He hums in reply and allows you to slowly comb through his hair with your fingers, removing any of the remaining suds. 

Your relationship with Komaeda has been strange ever since he woke up from the simulation. He doesn’t talk to you often and tries not to be around you much, despite you sharing a cottage. You can’t help wondering if it’s because he is trying to spare you the discomfort of his presence as he so often says, or if he might just…not like you very much. For all his posturing, you can tell that even Komaeda has his preferences, he and Tsumiki rarely get along, and while he is far more likely to get passive-aggressive than regular aggressive, it’s also pretty obvious that he has very little tolerance for Hanamura. 

Even in those cases though, Komaeda always smiles. You have gotten quite good at reading the subtleties of that smile. Whether it has a sharper mocking edge, or if he is using it to hide lingering sadness underneath. Sometimes it’s genuine, but not very often. You wish you could see his real smile more, but he doesn’t smile around you much at all. Not even disingenuously. 

You aren’t sure why.

Luckily his conditioner is on an easily reachable shelf, so you are able to grab it yourself. Pouring a little bit in your hand, you slowly rub it into his hair, it’s thin enough that he doesn’t need much of it. His hair usually looks so much thicker, but you suppose it’s just very curly and has very little actual weight to it. 

There are only a few tangles when you comb through it again and Komaeda doesn’t make any acknowledgement of pain, but you are familiar enough with him to know that even if he did feel any, Komaeda wouldn’t dare let you know it.

“All done.” You breathe, letting his hair drop free from your hands. 

For the first time, Komaeda turns entirely to face you. His hair is all combed backwards away from his face, leaving his eyes much more intense than usual. They’re a lot greener than you thought they were, and his lips are a lot pinker. 

Water pools at his collarbones, where they arch out almost painfully from beneath his paper-thin skin. The slope of his neck is long and intimidating, even when he is hunched over like this Komaeda is much taller than you. 

He stares down at you appraisingly, head tilted to the side as if he finds you endlessly curious, “Why?” 

The energy between the two of you has shifted. You can feel it, there is a rising tension, a panicked desperation that you are both trying to keep at bay. It’s unexpected, but you are surprised to find that it is hardly unwelcome. It feels like your words are all caught at the back of your throat, so you have to swallow thickly before you are able to answer his question.

“Why, what?” you reply, near breathlessly. 

Komaeda’s brow draws taught, he seems confused, “Ah, you see, I know very well that you drew the short straw when you were assigned to look after me out of everyone here.” he says quickly, factually, “I can only imagine how disappointed you must have been! So why even bother actually helping me?” You frown, upset at how readily he assumes this about you, “You talk like this happened by chance.”

He barks a laugh, “Well, it must have! How else could someone be convinced to-” “I asked! ” He freezes, you can see his bare chest heaving with laboured breath, his tongue darts out to wet his lip and the water falling all around is the only sound you hear until, “You…asked?” “I knew how difficult this would be for you. All of it, I mean.” you shrug one shoulder, trying to make this confession seem less momentous than it actually is, “I wanted to help you. So I asked to be assigned to you when you woke up.”

Komaeda’s expression twists into something that you are at first worried might be pain, and then he drops his head down, burying his face in the crook of your neck. “Don’t do this to me. You can’t care about me. You can’t .” He pleads, his breath warm on your skin.

You wrap one of your arms around him, heart racing as you do so, “What if I do?” you whisper, “What if I care about you more every single day, what then?” He makes a strangled sound, and his hand grips tightly to your bare waist. It feels so large pressed against you, “I’ll do something I shouldn’t, I know it! Something selfish ” Another sob breaks loose from his throat, and he tugs you up against him. You become suddenly very aware of just how naked the two of you are, but it’s hardly at the forefront of your mind. 

“Be selfish then.” You breathe, gently combing through his hair with your fingers, “You’re allowed that, just like everyone else.” You feel him shake his head, aching sobs preventing him from speaking clearly, “I’m not , I’m not like everyone else, given the chance I would just take and take and take .” His shoulders shake with wheezing peals of laughter, “I have nothing to offer the others, nothing to offer the world, nothing to offer you .”

The fact that he separates you from not just the others, but the whole world, makes fireworks alight in your chest. His hand moves from your waist to the small of your back, hugging you as tightly as he can with only one arm, still shivering with something trapped between laughter and sobs, “W-why- hahaha! Why should someone like me be allowed to take when I have nothing to give? It just- it doesn’t make sense! I don’t- I just-” You push him backward by the shoulders, just enough that you can look him in the eyes. They are rimmed with red, and his cheeks are pink and blotchy. Your brows pull together, and you reach out to cup his cheek in your palm. His eyes dart to your hand, and then back to your face, you offer him a smile, “You don’t have to be useful to exist, you know? It’s alright to just be.” you gently rub your thumb over his prominent cheekbone, “and I, for one, am glad that you are here.”

His breathing grows heavier, and even amongst the falling water, you can still catch the tears running down his cheeks. Komaeda’s fingers press firm enough against your skin that it almost hurts, like he is trying to anchor himself to you. He sucks in a desperate mouthful of air, lips half open as if he needs to say something, anything . 

Then, he finally breaks. 

Komaeda surges forward, pressing his body full against yours and kissing you with indescribable desperation. His large hand digs into the wet hair at the nape of your neck, fingers tangling in tight. You gasp into his mouth, the hand you have on his cheek moving around to cradle the back of his head. He whimpers aloud at the feeling of your fingers in his hair, angling his head to the side for easier access to your mouth. It’s difficult to keep your moans in check when his lips open beneath yours, and it becomes impossible when he takes your lower lip in between his and gently sucks on it. 

The two of you are a desperate mess, and with the hot water still raining down all around there is no reprieve from the unrelenting heat. Komaeda moves his hand to your hip, grasping tightly to your soft skin and doesn't so much push as he does guide you up against the glass wall of the shower. You gasp aloud, and he pulls away.

“We can stop.” He says quickly,  so quickly that it comes out sounding like a single word.

“No.” You reply just as fast, wanting to ensure that he doesn't get a chance to doubt how much you need him, “The glass is cold and it surprised me, that’s all.”

He giggles a little, and the smile he gives you is so close to being truly genuine that it makes your heart ache, “Ah, my apologies, then.”

He doesn't immediately return to kissing you, instead rubbing gentle circles on your hip bone with his thumb. He watches the way his own fingers move across your skin, mesmerised by it, as if he can barely even comprehend how he is able to touch you, that his fingers don’t pass straight through. You don’t interrupt him, inside absorbing the way his brows pinch when he focuses, the depth of his eyes. The gentle movement of his thumb sends shivers through you, though it’s clear that he is now more curious than desperate. 

“This is a terrible idea.” He whispers, “You know that, don’t you?” Despite his words, he makes no move to release you. His hand still grips tightly to your bare hip, his actions fully betraying his words. Komaeda thinks he should stop, but he really doesn't want to. You place your hand over where his rests, pressing it firmly against you, “I don’t think it’s a terrible idea.” you breathe, “Besides, what else could we possibly lose?” He makes a choked noise in the back of his throat, like he wants to argue but can’t bring himself to. In the shaky moment between words, you slowly bring his hand up your side and over the dip of your waist, all the way up. Komaeda swallows thickly, breath quickening as you gently move his hand to your breast. 

“Touch me.” He moans then, a sound so needy that it almost sounds like a plea. His hand squeezes your breast and he buries his face in the side of your neck again, “S-Soft…” he whimpers against you, hand squeezing firmer this time, “So soft…” You toss your head back in a moan of your own when you feel his lips latch onto the side of your throat. He’s moaning and huffing against you, sucking deep purple marks up the length of it. He repositions his hand a little so that he is able to circle your nipple with his thumb and that sends your hips immediately canting forward into his. Komaeda makes a desperate choked noise, and you can feel his arousal press firm against your lower belly. 

Komaeda pulls back just a little, enough that he can see the constellation of bruises he has left on the side of your throat. He laughs a little, “Aha! You’re real , and I am here, doing this to you.”

His assertion at the reality of this moment only makes the warmth in your belly grow fiercer. You hook your leg up over his hip, and Komaeda instinctively tries to steady you with his left arm. He giggles to himself, peering down at where he has the remainder of his forearm tucked under your raised knee, “How lucky, that still worked.” With the extra leverage, Komaeda rests his hand on the glass wall behind you and lifts your leg just enough for your sex to press against his. The sound he makes is nearly evangelical, a broken and passionate moan at the mere feeling of you against him. 

You loop your arms around his shoulders for balance, glad that he doesn’t feel the need to hide his face in your shoulder again, because it means you get to watch him. His eyes squeeze shut, and he clenches his teeth together as he tenderly rocks his hips against yours. You mewl at the feeling, resting your head back on the cool glass behind you. 

His eyes open, and he just stares at you. They’re greener towards the centre, rimmed with a shade so pale you could almost call it grey. His eyelashes are long and white, so close you could count them. His tongue darts out to wet his lips, and he is angelic . With hair clinging to him like a white veil, reaching all the way down to his collarbones, and the way his lips hang open with heavy breath. 

“Please…” Is all you are able to say, one word filled with such desperation that Komaeda nearly shatters at the gravity of it. 

He moves his hand down between the two of you, and lines himself up with your entrance. You release a stuttered little gasp when he brushes against you, and Komaeda shudders, “Ah…are you…are you sure? ” You get the sense this is the last time he will ask. 

“I’m sure.” You reply, and Komaeda leans down to rest his forehead against yours as he pushes himself forward. Your moans intermingle with the first inch, his more of a whine and yours more of a gasp. You move your hands to the back of his head, clutching tightly at his wet hair, breath coming hard and heavy as he inches in deep and deeper. When he bottoms out, Komaeda cries out, nearly sobbing . 

“I-I…aha! I’m-” he can barely even bring himself to say it. You save him the trouble, tilting your head up and slanting your lips against his. Komaeda makes a shocked sound into your mouth, his hand quickly jumping up to cup your cheek in his palm. His lips are soft and wet and warm, you dart your tongue out to run across the seam of his mouth and he welcomes you gratefully. Despite his near panicked desperation, his tongue is gentle with yours, licking into your mouth like he is addicted to your taste. 

You are still kissing him when he starts to move, and he swallows the desperate little gasps your release with each of his shaky thrusts. The water is starting to turn cold, the two of you have been in here for so long that the hot water is running out, it doesn’t matter. Komaeda’s hand moves down from your cheek to your chest, and he gently massages your breast while his tongue continues tangling with yours. Being this close to him, with him inside you, it’s suddenly impossible to imagine how you ever went without. You cling to him desperately, your blunt nails scratching at the nape of his neck and realise that you need him just as much as he needs you, if not even more. 

He thrusts harder, deeper, and your mouth leaves his so you can release a throaty moan at the feeling of him hitting that perfect spot inside, “R-Right there…” You manage to stammer, head resting back against the glass behind you, “Please… please… ” 

Komaeda whines, angling his hips in an attempt to hit the same spot again. He watches you, to make sure he’s doing it right, and he breaks out in a wide smile when your lips fall open in another shaky moan. There’s a perfect twisting of pleasure building inside you, growing more and more powerful with each of Komaeda’s movements. 

You can’t help but focus on all the places he is touching you. On where his large hand grips your breast, on the feeling of his forearm tucked under your knee, and then when he ducks his head down once again, the sensation of his lips on the side of your throat. He is everywhere, and that thought just brings you closer and closer. The water is still slowly cooling, and Komaeda huffs desperately against your neck, “I-I’m close…” Even hearing that sends a bolt of pleasure straight between your thighs, “M-Me too.” You swallow thickly, “Don’t stop” Komaeda breaks out in a bout of laughter, “Aha! I couldn’t stop if I wanted to.” he gently nips your neck, “You feel so good, do you know that?” he picks up the pace, moaning loudly against your skin, “Don’t you know what you are doing to me?” You can’t even answer, head lolling back in ecstasy as you feel your arousal reaching a fever pitch. In a near stupor, you wrap both of your arms around his shoulders and tug him forward until his chest is pressed fully against your, desperate for him to be completely and impossibly close to you. Komaeda is trembling against you, his thrusts turning rhythmless and desperate, you can hear his quickening breath in your ear and with a warbling cry, you shatter . 

You feel yourself go limp, only the wall behind you and Komaeda’s arm under your knee are keeping you upright. Your whole body feels loose and warm, but you still watch in adoration as Komaeda continues moving inside of you. His brow creasing, his teeth biting down on his lower lip and then with a howling broken cry, he tumbles over the edge. 

He lets your leg drop, his face falling to rest on your shoulder as his breathing slows. A surprised gasp escapes you when he pulls out, almost aching from the loss of him. He doesn’t have anything to say, and neither do you, simply letting your fingers run through his hair as he comes back down. 

You only have a moment to rest before the hot water disappears completely and both of you jump at the sudden cold. Komaeda quickly shuts the water off and turns back to you with a sleepy smile, “It appears we have used all the hot water.” You laugh, “Yes, it does.” He stands before you, his face soft and his smile finally finally genuine. You reach up and tuck some of his wet hair behind his ear, heart warming with something that might someday be love. You hope that you will be with him long enough to see that day. “We should, ah, probably get out now.” He says almost sheepishly. 

You smile, “Probably. Next time we should make sure not to waste so much water.” Komaeda’s face is awash in surprise, but it quickly settles back into that perfectly tender smile, “Yes, next time.” 

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if you are a REAL ENGENE read this until the end, it's long but so so important!!!

I need Engenes to start supporting enhypen the same way they do with us, and I'm being serious.

I warn you that there will probably be some spelling mistakes because English is not my first language, but honestly at this moment I don't give a damn about that I just hope you understand what I have to say.

I'm so tired of seeing other fandoms talking bullshit about the boys, and dragging the group and members at every opportunity. This is not the first, the second, third and definitely won't be the last one. I'm not saying for us to be like them but for us to start being better, and not in a way that they talk shit about enhypen and we just let it happen without saying a word but in a way that they talk shit and we show the results!!!

WE ENGENES are the ones who make them break records, WE ENGENES are the people who should support them on this path, WE ENGENES are the people responsible for voting and streaming their music and honestly we are not doing this well. Romance : Untold was a perfect album, and Sunghoon said he expected to get 3 wins with this album; instead we only got one. and sometimes it feels like it was purely luck. we had a goal for the XO mv to have 40M views on the first month, now 3 months have passed and we are still at 33M. XO and BTHB had the chance to trend on tiktok and we let it pass. How do you expect Enhypen to be known? Honestly Belift doesn't promote them too much, and in the few times that it happens y'all let it pass and act like it didn't happen. So the only ones who can ACTUALLY promote the group are us engenes.

The ones on Tik Tok are useless, most of them don't vote, don't stream, don't watch mvs, are only there for interactions and comment "who's your bias??" at every video. The ones on Twitter are fighting with each other all the time. The few on Tumblr are only here for fanfics. And not to mention the fake engenes that are LITERALLY telling us to boycott the group which is honestly the worst thing we can do for them!!!!

So please, all I'm asking is for y'all started acting as a FANDOM. we need to unite, connect, whatever, to help the boys to grow. Can we please do this???

ENHYPEN already warned us that next year's schedule will be super busy, that means they already know their plans and have accepted the challenge. We should match their pace in terms of working hard all year. ENGENEs I ask you, are you ready?

let's support them with whatever we can and I ask all the Engenes to kindly stream we need to go on a steaming lockdown. Every Engene who come across this comment kindly stream to their fullest, collect rewards for music shows, Stream music videos etc.

But let's not start it next year, let's do it NOW!!! as we know enhypen will probably have a comeback in November so download higher, all charts, idol champ, mubeat, mnet plus, upick and star collecting for the voting, you don't need to download all of them just one or two is already good enough to help. Just download the app, do your attendance, watch some ads, and when the voting stars just vote for enhypen, simple like that. We have one month to collect so when it starts we're ready.

ENHYPEN has a chance to take AOTY to this year's MAMA, we urgently need to increase streams in romance:untold, listen to the album as much as possible, let's give them this award, please!!! Moonstruck is kinda trending on tiktok right now so let's keep it that way post videos with the songs, do edits, dance challenges etc

and also, enhypen is the only bg of the 4th generation to have four songs with 300M on spotify and I know in the future there will be many more, but right now we need to make given-taken have 200M on Spotify so here are some playlists for Romance Untold and Given-Taken

R:U & Given-Taken 2 hours

Given-Taken to 200M

Given-Taken to 200M + XO focus

Romance Untold 8 hour stream

as Engenes we need to support our boys they not rookie's anymore they are Senior now. They have big goals in 2025 ENGENES need a mindset like ENHYPEN.. ENGENES also need a Big Goals to our boys like Deasang!!!! let's work hard

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Yuri VN/Game Tourney S2: Semifinals

Bad End Theater vs Blue Reflection: Second Light

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BAD END THEATER

Description/Propaganda:

through the bulk of the game, you play as four protagonists in a basic fantasy setting, and the choices you make as each protagonist affect what happens to all the others when you switch perspectives. of note for this tournament are the maiden and the overlord who fall in love (the overlord is a girl!) but destiny seems to only tear them apart, as this is BAD END THEATER and there's seemingly nothing but bad endings in store for them.

(major spoilers beyond this point!)

once you get everyone's "true ending", you have the opportunity to jump into the story and save the four yourself, which causes the theatre's owner, TRAGEDY, to challenge you to a fight. once you win, everyone gets their happy ending. but what about TRAGEDY...? well, if you collected every single bad ending in the game, you have a chance at the very end to meet up with TRAGEDY. she tells you how she fell in love with a girl, but society tore them apart. she based the maiden off of herself, and the overlord after her girlfriend. she opened the theater hoping to find her lost love, as TRAGEDY always loved to write sad stories, and her girlfriend would give them happy endings. just as she thinks there's no hope left for her, YOU reveal yourself to be her girlfriend after all, and she gets her happy ending, too.

Content Warnings/Other Info: violence and blood (in a cartoony pixel art style). Available for $9.99 USD on itch.io, GOG, Steam, Google Play, and Humblebundle (Windows, Mac, Linux, Android)

Blue Reflection: Second Light

Description/Propaganda:

A rare non-VN game/RPG with yuri at its centre! Blue Reflection Second Light is a magical girl RPG made by Gust (the Atelier company), and is the sequel to Blue Reflection, but can be played on its own. While its predecessor was mainly yuri bait, the second game has explicitly sapphic relationships in it.

The main character, Ao, finds herself awakening in a mysterious school surrounded by endless ocean, with only herself and three other girls inside it. The four of them build a new life for themselves inside the school while trying to recover their lost memories. The game is full of yuri hints. The girls live and work together in the school, and in their free time, go on "dates," which range from fully platonic to very romantic. Ao has ship teases with many of the girls, most of all the villain-turned hero, Uta. Additionally, you get a special ending with whichever girl you spend the most time with.

While the whole game feels yuri-esque, what makes it explicitly a yuri game is the revelation that two of the girls, before they lost their memories, were in love with each other. Their story before they lost their memories ended tragically, but now, they have a second chance to be in a romantic relationship with each other. Their relationship is cute and heartfelt, and it was such a pleasant surprise to hear them say "I'm in love with you" explicitly.

Blue Reflection: Second Light is a heartfelt, cozy, and exciting game deeply focused on the relationships between girls, whether platonic, romantic, or somewhere in between. It's fun to play, has beautiful art and music, and wonderful relationships. Please give it a try and consider voting for it!

Content Warnings/Other Info:

referenced self harm, death, and animal cruelty referenced terminal illness

available on Switch and Steam (Windows) for $59.99 USD

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