#a reminder to keep a healthily open mind

[classyrbf]

STILL IN LOVE! #7 — TOJI FUSHIGURO

SYNOPSIS...after still messing around with your ex husband, you began to wonder if you’re still in love with him after finding out about his new girlfriend…

INFO...ex husband!toji x fem!reader, reader & toji have two kids, megumi is readers bio son, jealousy, smut, angst, arguments, alcohol, drinking problem, family problems, arguing in front of kids, toxic behaviors, crying, mentions of divorce

OTHER...likes and reblogs are appreciated

Toji stood in the empty living room, the light illuminating from the television as it played some random show that you were watching before he came. It’s been so long since the last time he was here, at least that’s what it felt like. Nothing really changed for the most part, still the same decor, the layout still the same. He couldn’t help but notice the set of fresh roses that sat on your dining room table, paired with a detailed glass vase. He already had his guesses on who gave them to you.

Toji looked over his shoulder towards the corridor that led to the bedrooms, you were still busy helping Naya wash up. He walked over to the table, fingertips gently touching the delicate petals. There was still regret and jealously that bubbled in Toji’s chest. When it came to you, he was selfish, never thought in a million years he’d lose you once he had you. That was his problem. With each longing look at the roses, it reminded him of when he did have you, the beginning of things. He used to buy you flowers just for the hell of it, buy you small trinkets he knew you’d like, addicted to your smile when he’d handed them to you. But like almost everything in this world, things fall apart.

Those moments turned into him coming home while you were in the kitchen, eating dinner with Naya and Megumi, not even glancing your way. Not a word to you or his kids all because of an argument you had before he left for work that morning. Of course he regrets it all now, when it’s too late for something to be done and said. It’s cliche, but it was true.

His eyes flickered towards the small card by the roses, his jaw clenched as he grabbed it, slowly opening it to read:

Beautiful flowers for a beautiful woman — Kento

“Hey.” The sound of your voice snapped Toji out of his thoughts, quickly placing the card down and facing you. “The kids are, uh, asleep.” You nodded.

“Should we talk here or?” Toji cleared his throat, stuffing his hands back into his pockets.

“Bedroom should be fine.” As you walked down the corridor, Toji followed behind you. There was still that picture of you and the kids on the wall, the one that he took when you all went to the water park. It was a bittersweet moment, but he’s glad that you still had it up despite the memory that came with it.

He shut the bedroom door behind him as you stood in the middle of the room. “So, you wanted to talk about the kids and us?”

“Yeah, I just want us to find a level placement where we can co-parent healthily. You know…where we don’t fight and argue every time we talk to each other,” you explained with a slight chuckle. “I just want better communication. Like if you can’t or can take the kids, if you’ll be going to their school events or something.” You fiddled with your hands.

Toji stared at you even while you avoided eye content with him. He took notice you how you played with your hands too, something you always did when you were anxious, thinking about things. He could tell something else was on your mind. Something else was on his mind too.

“What I’m saying is, I just think we should strictly keep communication minimal. Just about our kids. What we do with our personal lives should be kept private unless it involves Naya and Megs somehow.” You inhaled, tucking your bottom lip between your teeth.

Toji’s brows furrowed at your statement. “Isn’t that what we have been doing?” He questioned, leaning against your wall.

“Despite what you might think, no. And to be honest, I know that you know that not what we’ve doing, Toji,” you scoff.

“If this is about what’s been going on the last few months, I apologize,” he spoke.

“It’s,” you sigh, “it’s more than that. Ever since the divorce, we never acted divorced.”

“You mean how we were still sleeping together,” he bluntly said.

You rolled your eyes at how honest he was, but you should know by now that he was no different from when you first met him. “Yes,” you answered.

“We haven’t slept together in months—”

“And about the unresolved feelings that we still hold for each other. That needs to stop. All of it,” You interrupt.

Toji was at a loss for words, staring at you, and finally for the first time in this conversation, you locked eyes with him. “You’re really taking this guy seriously, huh?”

You sigh, plopping down on the edge of your bed. “He’s a good guy, Toji.”

“I never said he wasn’t.” He shrugged, standing up straight.

“Okay, but you’re acting weird about it. Why can’t you accept that I’ve moved on? You should do the same.” You stood upright. “Me and you,” you gestured between you and Toji, “it won’t work out.”

Toji knew in the back of his head that you were right, but to hear those words out loud felt like a knife to the heart. Both of you stood in silence. All kinds of thoughts were running through his head, every single of them screaming at him to say something, to try and get you to change your mind. He doesn’t want to argue or fight, not anymore, so he holds his thoughts and feelings back even if it does hurt.

Say something. Don’t. Say it. Just keep quiet. Tell her.

“I’ve tried to move on just so you know. I’ve really tried, y/n.” And there it goes. There goes the words spilling out of his mouth despite what may come next. He just needs you to hear him just this one last time. He doesn’t care if it doesn’t change a thing between you two, he needs you to know regardless. “Trying to get with different woman, having sex, drinking, pretending to be who I was before I met you. But where did I end up each time? Right back to you, right back in your bed, in your home, holding you, kissing you, regretting everything bad I’ve ever done to you, to our kids.”

“Toji—”

“We were together for 10 years, married for 8 . As soon as you told me you were pregnant with Megs, I knew right then I wanted to make you my wife, to build a bigger family with you, to do right by you and our kids. I can’t just throw all that away, all those memories. Even the bad ones. You changed me, made me want to be better. No other woman has done that but you.” Toji walked closer towards you. It felt like your feet were glued to the floor, incapable of moving.

“Then why did you treat me that way?” Your voice slightly broke as you held back tears. “Like you were beginning to hate me, to hate us.” The thought made you clench your eyes shut as a frown formed on your lips. You hated to remember. Your should began to shake as a sob racked through your body. “You don’t understand how that made me feel,” you whimpered.

Toji looked at you with soft eyes. “I never hated you or the kids, not a fucking second. That thought would never even cross my mind. Hate the woman who brought me the most beautiful thing life can bring you? Hate them? Even though they can be a pain in the ass,” he chuckled. You laughed along with him, nodding in agreement. “Look at me, mama.” Toji lifted your chin, wiping the tears off of your cheeks. “I can never hate you or our kids. Tell me that you understand that.”

“I understand.” You sniffled.

“I know the way I started treating you and our family towards the end is what caused everything to fall apart. I don’t know why I did what I did. Arguing with you over stupid shit, acting like a fucking asshole, not being there when I should’ve. You had every right to leave. It’s my own fault that I didn’t realize what I had before it was gone. I’ll live with that for the rest of my life. You’re an amazing woman, a beautiful person, a wonderful mother. You were everything I could ever ask for. I’m sorry for making you feel like you were any less than that.” He wrapped his arms around you, hugging you tightly while you cried into his chest. “I’m so sorry.”

For the first time in years, you and Toji had a conversation without it turning into a heated argument. It was like a huge weight lifted off of your shoulders, like you could finally take a deep breath of fresh air. Toji just held you while you cried it out, rubbing your back gently. Though it hurts, he’s glad he was able to tell you, to apologize. “Mama, you deserve to move on and be happy. It’ll hurt like hell for me, but that’s what I deserve for what I did. My karma. I’ll level with you, I’ll do what you want.”

You pulled away from him, teary eyes staring up into his. “You mean it?”

Without hesitation he replied, “of course.” If it wasn’t painfully obvious already, Toji was still in love with you. How could he not be? He’ll miss you, miss the times you spent together. He wishes he could make up for all those bad times, replace those memories with good ones.

“Thank you, Toji.” You softly smiled.

“Dont thank me. It’s the least I could do.” He held onto your hand, his warm touch lingering on your skin before he pulled it away. “I’ll see you around, y/n.” Before he said anything else, he needed to walk away. Opening your bedroom door, he disappeared from your sight down the hall. You bit down on your bottom lip, brows furrowed as you sat there and began to process everything that happened.

Toji sat in his car outside your house. “Fuck,” he sighed. It should be him. You and him. He should be buying you flowers, kissing your soft lips, holding you tight, making love to you, telling you he loves you. His grip tightened on the steering wheel as looked at your front door. In front of him, a familiar car pulled into your driveway. Toji sat and watched closely, noticing it was the man he caught a glimpse of in your house, your new boyfriend, Kento. As he walked up the steps, you opened the door for him before he knocked, wrapping your arms around him and kissing his lips with a smile. His hands were on your waist as he kissed you back, pulling you closer towards him.

Toji tore his eyes away from the sight in front of him, jaw clenched as he started his car. You were his karma and the woman he was in love with.

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[7-wonders]

‘laying wide awake at night after watching a horror movie that left them unnerved’

could you do that prompt with the reader being the one who can’t sleep and Adrian comforting them and promising he’ll keep them safe?

I had two people request this prompt, thank you! Man I've MISSED writing for Adrian, this was so fun.

You've made a lot of dumb decisions in your life, though that's not specific to you. No, being human is about making dumb decisions. What is life if not a string of dumb decisions, one after the other?

Still, letting Harcourt and Economos pick The Exorcist: Believer for a team movie night instead of fighting harder for your and Peacemaker's choice, Taylor Swift: The Eras Tour, probably ranks up towards the top of your list of dumb decisions.

It probably wouldn't have even been that scary of a movie if you weren't watching it in the movie theater! Yes, The Exorcist scares you (you don't know a person who isn't scared by that movie), but it doesn't terrify you—there is a distinct difference between the two. Watching it in a darkened room, in surround sound, with 100+ other people just as scared as you are? That's terror at its finest.

After the movie was over, every member of The 11th Street Kids excitedly talked about how good it was, how scared they remained. Yet none of them looked affected or like they actually were still scared, so you pushed down your own fear and laughed it off as well. You went out for a couple of after-movie drinks, kissed Adrian goodbye as he went on patrol with Chris, and went home.

Now you're here, lying paralyzed under the covers and staring through the dark room intently as you try to discern if you're actually seeing something lurking in the inky blackness. Are those the yellow eyes of one of the possessed little girls, glowing dimly in the dark? If you strain your ears enough, can you hear the Latin of the exorcism? Your body begins to shake in fear, and you slowly draw the covers up over your head.

So wrapped up in your own mind are you that you miss the quiet sound of the door slowly opening. After having worked at A.R.G.U.S for a few years, it should be second nature to catch on to the feeling of the air shifting outside of your safe haven. But fear is a very powerful thing.

When something grabs the blanket and tugs it down, you scream.

The lights flick on as you do so, blinding you momentarily. When you blink the brightness out of your eyes, you come face-to-face with Adrian, your boyfriend. He's still in his Vigilante costume, which means he's just come back from patrolling. His mask is pulled off, and he's staring at you in bewilderment.

"Hey, I didn't mean to wake you up!" Adrian apologizes profusely.

"You didn't," you assure him, even as you try to get your heart to stop beating in your throat. "I wasn't able to fall asleep."

"Really? That's weird, you're always asleep by the time I come home." He hits the screen of your phone, lying on the nightstand, to check the time. "Do you know that it's three thirty right now? You're supposed to have a full eight hours of sleep to function healthily, and you're not gonna be able to get that."

Your lips twitch up in a smile. "I know."

"Then why aren't you asleep?"

"Promise you won't laugh?"

"I promise!" His face is so earnest, and you wonder why anybody would think that your open book of a boyfriend didn't have emotions.

"It's because of that stupid fucking movie."

"Which stupid fucking movie?" he asks cluelessly.

"The one that we saw only a few hours ago?"

Clarity dawns on him. "Oh, that stupid fucking movie! I didn't know it scared you that bad, pumpkin!"

You appreciate the seasonal term of endearment, probably one of the more tame ones that he's come up with. "You mean it didn't scare you?"

"It was a little scary, I guess. Maybe I'm just built different."

"You almost cried when we went on 'It's a Small World,'" you remind him, referencing your trip to Disney World.

"Hey, those dolls are fucking scary and definitely have the souls of children trapped in them!" Adrian defends. He must see something in your face that betrays just how scared you've been since you arrived home, because his own softens. "Man, that movie really scared you, huh?"

You nod, and he nods back.

"Alright, then." He sits on the bed abruptly, pulling you into his arms and laying down on the mattress with you.

"What—Adrian, you're all sweaty! You need to go shower!"

"Not until you fall asleep. I'm gonna stay right here and keep you safe."

"You know that I know the movie's not real, right?"

"I know. But your fear is. So I'm gonna make sure that you fall asleep, and then I'll fight off any nightmares if they try to come knocking."

He's so sweet sometimes that it makes your teeth ache. "What about your eight hours of sleep?"

"Screw that, I can catch some zzz's at the office tomorrow."

You laugh. "When you're supposed to be doing the mission paperwork that you've been putting off for over a week now?"

"Pssh, paperwork, shmaperwork."

Your conversation dies down, and Adrian reaches a long arm over to turn the lights off. Despite your best efforts, your eyes close from the heaviness of sleep calling to you, Adrian's humming and his hand rubbing your back helping to get you there. The memory of fear zings through your brain, however, and you jolt with a sharp gasp, feeling like you do when you're about to sleep and have the sensation of falling.

Adrian's immediately holding you tighter, making sure that you feel him with you. "Don't worry, I'm right here."

You nod and settle back into him. "Love you."

"I love you more...my moonlit lake." You chuckle, and that's the last thing you remember before finally falling asleep.

True to his word, Adrian makes sure that no nightmares bother you tonight.

7-wonders Halloween Spooktacular

[barleyalive101]

Don’t you guys wonder how rhaenyra felt seeing alicent birth sons easily while her moth struggled, I’m not saying she wished to see alicent struggle but I’m saying she might have felt some sadness to her mother , some bitterness on her mother’s account seeing alicent having son after son healthily while her mother only had her ,seeing alicent doing the thing her mother couldn’t do.

I wonder if rhaenyra wished to be a boy , then she would have been enough, her father wouldn’t push for a son , her mother wouldn’t have died , everything would have been better ( Viserys would still want more kids as it’s risky only having one but he wouldn’t have been that insistent ,perhaps a break between the pregnancies )

Can you imagine having your best friend that knows how much you love your mother , how it saddens you she died trying to birth the “male heir” , how much it hurt losing her , how much it hurts even more that your father will have to marry , marry someone who’ll replace your mother, turning out to be the replacement, Be the someone who your dad will marry after you told her everything, turns out to be seeing your dad behind your back a few weeks/months after your mother’s death.

I know Viserys must marry but marrying Laena is different than alicent , cause rhaenyra doesn’t have a strong bond with Laena (show ) , it doesn’t feel personal like a break of trust. Having someone whom you cared about rise and take your mother’s place.

Alicent didn’t even have the decency to tell rhaenyra before the council even , alicent knew viserys choice , she made sure she was the choice by otto’s orders , Alicent at that moment didn’t treat rhaenyra like a friend , she was like everyone else.

Side note : Viserys also should have told rhaenyra beforehand , she’s his daughter not some lord to find out at the council. He wasn’t exactly a good dad to rhaenyra either. He wasn’t even there for her after he killed her mother , the first thing he says to her after her mother’s death is about the prophecy like really that’s what you are opening the conversation with ? , After not talking to her for soo long , then he comes in blaming daemon , “you weren’t there for your niece”, well where were you for your daughter ?.

One extra thing viserys never questioned why the fuck does the hand of the king ,Otto fucking Hightower has spies watching his daughter and brother? Spies he hasn’t ordered being put , why is he stalking the royal family, it ain’t his business unless viserys makes it his business, when was it the hands job to have spies without the king’s knowledge?

Back to the main topic ; So Alicent’s betrayal is waaay worse than rhaenyra’s supposed “betrayal” , Rhaenyra doesn’t owe alicent anything after the move alicent pulled , alicent betrayed first keep that in mind , before you say “well Otto forced her to do that” , how is rhaenyra supposed to know that , alicent didn’t say anything and afterwards we see alicent undermining rhaenyra by ordering the bard away ,reminding her of her position above her then after the fiasco with daemon , alicent comes in talks shit about the targaryen customs , ( after she’s married to one , hypocrite) basically dissing on the entire family tree , throws some heavy accusations at rhaenyra, barley letting rhaenyra talk and Rhaenyra didn’t lie to her she said daemon didn’t touch me ( touch in this context means sex not kiss cause even Otto says it as sex ) which is the truth, she didn’t lie , she just didn’t give her full details and why would she , alicent is no longer her friend, she’s her queen as rhaenyra was reminded beforehand.

Funny thing , Like a fool I honestly expected alicent knowing rhaenyra did it with Crispin , would prove that rhaenyra didn’t lie about daemon,that Otto was wrong but no alicent turned into a mega bitch, who constantly sought out to ruin rhaenyra’s peace , out of jealousy, even though Rhaenyra didn’t hurt her.

[oldhalloweentape]

🪨Venture (OW II) x (gn) reader ⛏️

(Eating Disorder Reader Edition)

(Warning!: Angst [with comfort], mention of vomit, self-hate)

(Picture’s not mine!)

(Request here! Hey… Uh— Sorry this took longer than predicted, for a wide variety of reasons, including planning a way on how to tackle such a topic like this— I want this to be respectful and good. So I hope I captured that.)

- A rather tough and taboo subject but not an uncommon one people experience for a myriad of reasons, something that Sloane hasn’t personally experienced, however, they do know what it’s like to be uncomfortable in their skin.

- While they may not relate directly to your experience they are still a strong and reliable beam of support that you can lean on.

- Their empathy alone is a constant and yet they still go above and beyond for you, and keeps you in mind as they make the effort to help.

- They know that the people you hold close are an important part of your being able to recover healthily and they are so proud of you for having the willpower and effort to fall out of this.

- Helps with making sure you eat healthy and in proper quantities, and if it ever came to it they’d try to learn to cook in a heartbeat.

- A cooking class as a possible date could be really cute, a bit disastrous as they run around with a bowl of fire yelling crap like “I GOT THIS ALL UNDER CONTROL MI VIDA!”

- They don’t in fact have this all under control, still cute though.

- Sweet and genuine with you when they tell you that they want to learn about your certain condition and be there for you through thick and thin.

- That sentiment is never challenged, even in your toughest moments (ex: vomiting, hiding away food, abdominal pain, limiting food range, self-loathing, etc.)

- Always make sure you know that in these moments, you aren’t to blame and that you are learning to be someone you can love as they love you.

- If anyone tries to criticize you or plant themselves forcefully into your journey, believe me, the uppercut they give that person if they don’t heed Sloane’s warning to knock it off will be legendary.

- Constantly have to remind themselves that they won’t always have the answers or solutions to help mediate certain situations that arise.

- But they definitely get credit for how they help, the balance between healthy eating and exercise is always equal for both you and them.

- Makes their feelings about being incredibly proud and in love with you apparent, that no matter the circumstances they love to help you up and keep you close.

- Going back to cooking they always make sure to change things up so you don’t get sick of it, and it helps them widen their excitement for cooking.

- The kitchen ends up a mess 9 times out of 10… Helping them would be deeply appreciated and get you forehead kisses.

- In general, they’re very on top of your schedule, treatment, etc— If it helps you they’ll know everything about it.

- If you ever need it they’re going to remind you of certain things, like if you have medication that needs to be taken with food or you need to take a nap after a particularly rough day.

- Your health and safety to top priority and they make it well known with how they hold you close and kiss you affectionately on the lips if you’re feeling a bit more discouraged than usual.

- Sloane can’t get enough of you and it shows, and they hope that they can give you at least half of what they feel for you.

(Edit: HSJWJWKWK Almost forgot to put this in, um— As some of you guys have already realized the song is the opening song for My Babysitter’s a Vampire! It’s such a great song, found the whole thing months ago and to say I was elated was an understatement lol)

[ros3ybabe]

Do you have any study tips for people who find it hard to concentrate for long periods of time, or just struggle to even sit down and focus?

Hi! I'm so sorry for the late answer, I've been busy with classwork, curating my schedule for the next few weeks, and just life in general.

I myself struggle to sit down and focus and have trouble concentrating for long periods of time. Everyone works differently and some things may not be helpful to everyone, just a disclaimer!

Something I do that really helps me is to have a set "ritual" I do every time I need to or at least know I need to do school work or productive things that I personally want to do.

My current "ritual" includes the following, in order:

Make a cup of my preferred drink (currently iced coffee with one sweet n low and French vanilla creamer) + grab a glass or bottle of water

Set out all my necessary materiales (studying ex: textbooks, stationary, technology, planner, etc)

Take a deep breath

Write out a todo list that is managable for what I want/need to accomplish

Flick on my desk lamp

Begin the first step for the first talk (open textbook, go to website, write out note title, etc)

My brain got into the habit of "lamp flicks on, sip of coffee, time to work" and it became very automated.

Lately, I've tried to spread out my necessary tasks out throughout a week (within necessary due dates) with daily planning for flexibility of my schedule and whatever things pop up. I believe being flexible with scheduling tasks helps a lot because sometimes I have more energy on some days than others, and other times, I need to allocate energy to other priorities.

For concentrating for long periods of time, I try to figure out my limits, and do whatever I can to work with myself and not against myself. I have severe unmedicated ADHD (as well as other things mentally) and I've learned to listen to my brain and body as best I can.

I can not concentrate if my phone is not near me or within eyesight when I study. I will be too preoccupied thinking about my phone and any missed notifications if I can't see my phone. Answering texts and calls while doing homework does not interfere with my productivity as it takes me a few seconds to type out a message and hit send or answer a call and listen/explain that I'm busy. (it's usually my dad who calls me, and I have no problem stopping my work to talk to my dad).

I need caffiene to give me that push to start. Once I taste my coffee, I know it's time to crack down on my assignments and start focusing on my work.

Background noise!! Very rarely can I listen to music when working at home, so I usually have a comfort show or some youtube video playing in the background while I do work. When I'm on campus, I listen to a specific playlist while doing schoolwork, usually more mellow music like Lana Del Ray, The Neighborhood, Chase Atlantic, MARINA, Mitski, Arctic Monkeys, Mother Mother, Cigarettes After Sex, beebadoobee, Taylor Swift etc. I normally listen to K-pop, but my favorite songs are too upbeat for getting work done.

I try not to watch the clock or set a timer because I never really know how long some assignments will take and if I'm watching the time pass I tend to get anxious and then my mind will wander from the task at hand.

Water!! I have to remind myself all the time, but having water at my desk or study area keeps me hydrated, which keeps me focused and awake.

I try not to eat big meals right before I do work. If I do eat something substantial before I need to work, I always wait 30 to 60 minutes so I can perk back up and properly focus on my work.

Never push past my physical energy limits. If I'm falling asleep at my desk, if I'm yawning uncontrollably, if my body feels heavy with fatigue, I will not push myself past exhaustion as that is no longer healthily productive.

Sleep is a priority!! If I'm sleepy and tired and groggy, I can't work properly. When I'm low on sleep, I also tend to over do the caffiene and overeat, which makes me both uncontrollably anxious and shaky while also making me more lethargic, thus inhibiting my work ability.

Listening to my body and learning how I work best has been the most helpful in my concentration and productivity abilities. I know when I'm feeling off, how to determine what I need in order to feel more regulated and functional. Good, healthy habits and a little self intuition go a long way for me.

I hope this was helpful in some way. I didn't want to give generic or basic tips because this is not a one size fits all topic. I'm open to any other questions!!

Til next time, lovelies!! 🩷

[taisoleil]

Sidereal Taurus Season

5/14-6/14

Ahhhh my favorite season ever. We are now cultivating the first stage of Venusian energy for the season. Have you been putting yourself first? Know that there are benefits to putting your interests first. Do not settle. Do what truly fulfills you despite the odds. You have to love on yourself. When was the last time you healthily treated yourself? Don't always do things to take the edge off.

The Tarotstrology for this season is the Hierophant. Are you willing to learn from life in order to grow into better areas of your life? This Jupiter conjunction is the perfect piece to the puzzle if you keep it in mind. Your path to success is all about what you retain. It’s not just about beauty.

Full reading + transits is on my Patreon (Tai Soleil) and shop (https://www.taisoleil.com/shop/sidereal-taurus-season)

Sidereal Aries

What you go after is a reminder that there’s work to do. Things aren’t always as straightforward as you make it seem. The complexities of earning what you deserve means understanding the jist of it. If not, you’ll be chasing things that are similar to the goal.

Sidereal Taurus

You may feel affirmed during this time. You know that you are too good to be around certain energies that aren’t helping you create. This chip on your shoulder keeps your boundaries clear.

Sidereal Gemini

Welcoming self-care may be hard for you. You may be going through a hard time. This chapter requires you to go beyond the practical. Learn to make sense of the nonsensical desires you have. We all have dreams. Shutting them down won’t make you happier.

Sidereal Cancer

Oh, it’s your time! Good things are coming. Your dreams are unlocking. You’ll be more likely to work on things that are getting in the way of your happiness. Just some straightening up to do. Nothing major. This is a great time for you to push the envelope.

Sidereal Leo

People are showing you exactly who they are. You either take heed or keep allowing others to determine where you go in life. You don’t need to wait for them. You have something good going for yourself!

Sidereal Virgo

You may be able to do whatever you said you were going to do this season! See how things work in real time. You may be happy you’re not stuck in one place. Challenges in this process don’t mean you need to give up.

Sidereal Libra

The only reason you’re going to be going through it is because beauty is pain for you and now it’s coming at a price. You need to get your self-care together based on a more efficient process.

Sidereal Scorpio

You may meet some people who inspire you to take care of yourself better. Be around people who put the best first and leave the low-class shit to the rat bitches who don’t know anything else.

Sidereal Sagittarius

Take care of yourself right now. After long ass journeys, you’re going to start feeling the effects. Why does sitting your ass down bother you so much? It’s okay to recharge.

Sidereal Capricorn

Let your hair down a bit! You may notice having more fun gets things going. You’re used to being serious all the time and that’s draining. This season is urging you to relax and see what your possibilities are. Stop taking things so seriously.

Sidereal Aquarius

What does self-care mean to you? Has your lineage struggled with taking care of themselves? You may have been struggling because you are more focused on effort than taking care of yourself. You are the engine needed to keep things going.

Sidereal Pisces

Speak love into yourself. Stop being mean to yourself. The power of the tongue can make or break you in the end. Watch your life change when you speak good to yourself during this time. The path of opportunities will open. Your mind and attitude will change.

[jacksdinonuggets]

hmmm..

what if Vaggie and Charlie are taking a walk together until they pass by the alley where Lute hurt Vaggie which causes her to have a flashback and she ends up regressing so Charlie takes her back to the hotel to take care of her and console her?

Here you go! it's a little shorter since i didn't have much motivation for it for thank you for requesting anyways!

It was a beautiful day in hell. Well, as beautiful as it can get. Charlie wanted to take vaggie out for a walk because of this. They had been stuck inside all day and needed some fresh air.

“You ready, Vaggie?” Charlie asked as she finished tying her tennis shoes.

“Yup! You have our waters?”

“Mhm, in my pocket dimension,” Charlie answered. Due to her having magic abilities, she has this giant pocket dimension where she keeps a bunch of random stuff. Basically like a magic junk drawer. 

“Alright, Let’s go!” Vaggie said excitedly. She actually quite enjoyed getting some exercise.

As they walked down the streets of hell, they tried to ignore the people screaming, having sex, and getting high. It was a little hard but Charlie kept a conversation going.

They were coming up to an alley way Vaggie recognized but couldn’t exactly remember. She was having a hard time putting her finger on it until they got closer. Now that she could see it fully, she remembered. The pain. The betrayal. The mental and physical agony. Her breath hitched and she stopped walking and stared into the alley.

“Vaggie? Are you…okay?” Charlie asked. However, Vaggie couldn’t hear her. Her mind was filled with flashpacks and pain. As she was reminded, her phantom pain flared up and her back and eye throbbed. She choked on a sob as she was mentally and physically tortured. The memories were too much and she collapsed on her knees, hugging herself. 

“Hey, sweetie, what’s wrong?” The princess spoke softly, trying not to scare off Vaggie.

Vaggie went to speak but all that came out was a sob. She shook as tears fell from her face.

“Sh, shh, it’s okay, sweetheart. Do you wanna be small?” Charlie asked calmly.

Vaggie whimpered and nodded. She already felt herself feeling little.

Charlie opened up her pocket dimension and dug through it before grabbing a pacifier and her teddy bear. She plopped the paci in her mouth and held her.

“Okay, baby, it’ll be okay, Mama Char-Char is here, sh, shh,” Charlie hugged her and rubbed her back, trying to do whatever it would take to comfort her. Vaggie clung to her stuffy like it was the most important thing to her. Charlie gently comforted her until she began to calm down.

“You wanna go to the playground?” She asked once she had finished crying. Vaggie nodded so Charlie put the mask over her pacifier and hung the strings around her ears. She helped her up, although vaggie was a little wobbly walking, and made it to the playground. 

Vaggie still seemed pretty upset. It was like she was sad or depressed. She had a few mood issues so it was pretty normal for her brain to react this way.

“Come on, babydoll, I can push you on the swings?” Charlie offered. Vaggie nodded and went to sit on one of the swings. Her mood somewhat improved while she was swinging. Charlie carefully lifted her off. 

They played on the playground for a bit until Vaggie started to doze off. It was times like these that Charlie wished she had a stroller.

“You feeling eepy, little one?” she asked, booping her paci.

“Mm,” Vaggie mumbled.

“Let’s get you home, Kay?” Charlie picked her up and began to carry her back to the hotel. 

Vaggie had lots of trauma but at least she was coping healthily with it.

[lost-inthedream]

Poly relationship with Jaeyoon and Zuho

Sorry, this is a re-upload

Pairing: the boys x kinky female reader

Warning: boy x boy suggestive/smut activity

There is no day you do not feel lucky. You cannot complain when you have two boyfriends who enjoy spoiling you.

You have a cooking buddy in Jaeyoon, who is pretty clumsy but gladly prepares food with you. He is there to remind his loved ones to eat well and healthily. Haven't you all had dinner yet? Jaeyoon will shove the first eatable stuff in your mouths. "You aren't having a goodnight kiss if you don't eat"

Also, you and Jaeyoon developed the routine of getting on Juho's nerves if he stays in the studio until late. You all stand beside him and keep asking the most ridiculous questions, pulling his headphones off his ear so he can listen to you. In short, being professional little shits.

Juho's cats love to sleep next to Jaeyoon and it has the rapper jealous when he is sensitive. You comfort him by saying that he likes to sleep next to Jaeyoon as well. Juho's pout does not fade away so easily but he agrees. "You're right, y/n. He's so warm"

You and Juho agree that Jaeyoon looks absolutely cute with his glasses on at night.

you usually go grocery shopping together and use this activity as quality time. Jaeyoon is bubbly, Juho is soft and you smile the whole time. Juho pushes the shopping cart between the sections while you and Jaeyoon pick stuff. "Jae, we don't need this much seasoning"

it goes nsfw under the cut

The three of you don't mind making a mess when you try to kiss all together. that goes pretty wet and filthy but something always makes you crack into laughter in the end.

Sometimes you and Jaeyoon annoy Juho in his studio by making out behind him. "Why are you like this?" he signs sliding off his headphones and shaking his head no.

"We are just waiting for you" Jaeyoon replies chuckling on top of you. "Pretend we aren't here" you add before pulling Jaeyoon's face back to you.

Other times you ask Juho to punish you two because you are too nasty. "Who started it?" he asks just to have Jaeyoon and you pointing at one another. As a result, Juho says you can keep going but as long as you don't take off any piece of clothing. He turns back to his computer but he is just listening to your breathy moans as you all try to get off by dry humping.

You and Jaeyoon are finally allowed to get naked after one of you crawls toward Juho and sucks his dick good.

There was that time when the boys undressed you and blindfolded you so they could bring delicious fruits to your mouth. They alternated the fruits with their own kisses. You loved that you did not need your eyes to tell who was kissing you or even sucking on your nipples.

Jaeyoon seemed curious about the treatment you received so you decided to blindfold him too after you were done. By the way, a total of zero surprises when you opened your eyes and he was bare in contrast with a fully dressed Zuho. He usually gets off just from knowing his partners are getting off.

He loves it when you stop everything just to undress him though.

You all do not have a favorite position but you do get both guys inside at the same time (not same hole oops)

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Friends, this is one of those fics I need feedback on because it was out of my usual writing T-T I loved it though

[waywardxrhea]

Part Nineteen - The Past Revealed

[slow burn romance between Steve Rogers and SHIELD agent Emma Baker]

Warnings: 18+, contains humor, fluff, mental health issues, family trauma, romance, angst, language, violence, (potentially smut later on).

installment list

Word count: 5.2k

Steve and Emma (finally) talk about her past.

Over the next twenty days during the construction of the new Avengers facility, Emma tries to distract herself by keeping busy. She starts going all-in on her reporting of the construction of the facility, waking up at dawn every day to make the trip to where it's being built. She stays almost all day, interviewing the workers on their breaks, taking pictures of the fast-moving progress, and exploring the grounds surrounding the compound. She barely has any time for her personal life, and she's okay with that, because the less time she has to think about what happened, the better.

One night when Emma gets home completely exhausted after a long day's work, she sees Maria sitting on her couch waiting for her with a movie on. "Wait Maria, how-"

"You forget you gave me the spare key?" she asks while pausing the TV.

"Oh, right, yeah totally, it just slipped my mind," Emma replies as she sits her bag and drone on one of her partially packed boxes. The moving process was taking a lot longer this time because she didn't have the help of Sam or Steve. She feels bad not asking Sam for help, but she knows that if she was with him it would just remind her of Steve.

“I'm worried about you,” Maria says as Emma sits on a chair in the living room.

"Nothing to worry about, I'm fine," Emma tells her with a smile.

"If you're fine then tell me why all your movies except the sad romance ones are packed up? Or how not even half of your apartment is packed up when we move into the new facility in less than two weeks? Also, why haven't you been answering my calls or texts until the ungodly hours of the night?"

"I've just been really busy 'documenting history' as Tony puts it. Did you know that they're on track to finish in twenty days? That's record time! Stark really can do so much when he sets his mind to it."

"You're getting off-topic, Em. All of this going and going nonstop is going to catch up to you sooner or later and that crash isn't going to be fun because when you do crash, all you'll have time to do is think about everything you've been avoiding," Maria tells her in a stern tone. Emma tries to defend herself with another excuse, but Maria interrupts her with, "Don't deny that you've just been avoiding thinking about what happened between you and Steve. You can't just ignore it and pretend it didn't happen because it did. And the problem won't go away by avoiding it either."

Emma sighs and gives in, admitting, "Fine, you got me. I've been working so hard because I don't want to think about what I've ruined. Because that's what I did. I ruined things between him and me. If I had just told him about my past in the first place or maybe if I didn't-"

"Emma, you can't blame yourself for all of it."

"Sure I can," Emma replies and laughs a bit, trying not to cry. "I guess I wanted him to see my messy past, to see my current struggles, and find me worthy of love, but with all these memories of my father resurfacing and then this, I definitely feel unworthy of any sort of love at all."

Maria looks at her friend with sadness in her eyes and says, "Emma, I mean this in the nicest way possible, but I really think you need to get some help. This blaming yourself and shaming everything you do is stemming from more than what happened this month. I think you need to see someone and healthily unpack your past. You'll feel better if you do that, and maybe you can figure out how to mend things with Steve after you start facing your other problems head-on. I can't stand to see my best friend hurting so much, okay?"

At those words, the flood gates open and Emma begins to cry, something she hadn't let herself do since that day with Steve. Maria stands up and goes to comfort Emma, standing her up and wrapping her in her arms. After a minute or so, Emma finally speaks up with a small laugh, saying, "Damn, sorry I cry almost every time I see you, wow."

Maria laughs and tells her, "As long as you're feeling things I don't care. When you stop feeling emotions that's when I'll worry that your mind got taken over by witches or aliens or whatever else is out there." Emma can't help but laugh at the statement which stops her crying momentarily. After Maria gets Emma calmed down, the two go on to finish their night with movies and popcorn.

One day about a week before move-in day Emma goes out to a tattoo parlor when she's done with her coverage of the Avengers facility for the day. She had been doing a little bit of thinking for a while now about getting this tattoo, and after everything that's happened, she finally got around to getting it.

She walks into the parlor and approaches the guy she's been going to since she was eighteen for her two previous tattoos. "Emma! How are we doing on this fine evening?" he asks with a smile once he notices her presence.

Emma waves, replying, "Hey Travis, I've...been better, but that's why I'm here. Want to get some ink that has meaning, but I also need to feel something right now. Been a bit numb lately."

"I gotcha, what did you have in mind?" he asks as he leads Emma to a chair in the nearly empty shop.

Emma hesitates before saying, "I know it's cliche, and you probably get this all the time, but I want a semicolon. On the back of my neck. You know, the whole 'this is not the end of my story' thing. I've just been going through it and I need a little reminder some days."

Emma laughs at the end of her statement which earns a smile from Travis who says, "Whatever you want, I won't judge. And I'm here to listen if you want to talk, this is a private shop at this time of night."

"I actually have a person for that now, thank you though, Trav. I appreciate it."

"You got it, little lady," he replies and starts prepping Emma after she puts her hair up.

He's quiet for a little bit before breaking his silence by saying, "Okay, I have to ask, what's it like working with the Avengers? It has to be so sick right? Like all the jets and flying and super people!"

"Wow, you didn't hit me as the superhero type," Emma replies. She thinks about her response for a second before saying, "It's definitely got its ups and downs. Working with Stark tech is fantastic, he made me this drone for mission coverage, but put blasters on it so I can help out if I need to, it's sick."

"So are you kinda like an Avenger now then? Am I tatting an Avenger?" he asks, stopping momentarily in his process.

The question hits Emma and she says, "No, not an Avenger. Not really. I'm just kinda... there most of the time if I'm honest, but I'm starting to be okay with that. See, if I wasn't there, huge hero nerds like you wouldn't get the fix you need when the Avengers go out into battle."

"And we thank you for your service," Travis says as he starts on the tattoo.

A few more minutes of silence pass as Travis tattoos and Emma squeezes a stress ball before Travis asks, "So...it was a little while back, but what's going on with you and Captain Rogers? I always saw photos of you two out and about on the hero blogs I follow."

Emma's heart misses a beat at the question and she hesitates, "I uh-"

Travis senses the tension at the question and says, "Too personal, got it."

Emma thinks of what her therapist says about facing tough questions head-on and tells him, "No, no, it's okay. I mean...it is a touchy subject right now, but back during the time you were talking about, that's when I was assigned to help Cap get acclimated to the modern-day. I was kind of like a...professional best friend."

"Okay, you are now hands down the most interesting person I have ever inked. I can't even imagine getting to hang out with Captain freakin' America!"

"He's still a bit old-fashioned. Holds doors for us ladies, listens to his 40s music, still occasionally needs help with technology, but he's made a lot of progress." Emma's mind flashes back to those days when things were simpler and she smiles as she tells him, "It is pretty sick hanging out with him."

Travis finishes up the tattoo after a little while and tells Emma, "Well if you're ever too busy and he needs someone to show him another side of the modern-day, hit me up."

"I'll keep it in mind," Emma replies as she pays him before heading out the door. Before she goes, she turns to him and says, "Thank you by the way."

"Any time," he replies with a two-finger salute as Emma walks off into the night back to her car.

The cool air hits her skin as she heads to her car and Emma smiles. That was the first time since that day she had thought of Steve and it didn't end in tears. She laughs to herself at the thought as she sits down in the driver's seat of her car. She isn't ready just yet to talk about what happened with him, there was still a lot of unpacking to do first, but there finally seems to be a light at the end of the tunnel.

A couple of weeks later, everyone gets moved into the new Avengers facility upstate. Well, not everyone. After the Battle of Sokovia, Clint decided to retire to be with his family, Thor went off-world in search of answers to the vision he saw, and Tony was thinking of retiring to live a calmer life away from avenging, for Pepper's sake. And Bruce...well Bruce went missing in a quinjet with the stealth mode on and no one had any clue where he was. Emma wrote all of this for her latest article on the Avengers. She conducted in-person interviews with Tony and Thor and video chatted with Clint when he didn't have his hands tied up with his growing family. This took up the first few days of living in the compound after settling in, and now it was time for the in-person interviews with the new team.

Emma throws on her AI glasses and grabs her tablet before heading down to the training area where the team was supposed to be training together. As she walks there, Emma sets up everything into capture and report mode so she can get everything that is said so she can then transcribe it into the article.

When the door to the room comes into view, Emma's heart lurches. She hadn't spoken at all with Steve since that day, she was sure Rhodes still wanted her arrested, and Wanda was now part of the team. Needless to say, Emma was still a bit hesitant to be around her because of the vision she made her see. The rapid onset of anxious thoughts makes the music from the AI system play quietly in her ears, and Emma takes a deep breath before pushing open the door.

Sam, geared up in his Falcon suit, is the one to bring attention to Emma's presence by calling her name and waving like a five-year-old. Emma gives a small smile and waves as all eyes turn to her. She panics for a second before telling herself, You got this, it'll all go smoothly. After her pep talk, she announces, "Hey, uh, Tony asked me to do an article interviewing the new team. If we could maybe do that, whoever wants to go first, please follow me. I'll try to be quick and get out of your way shortly. Thanks."

Sam instantly walks over her way and Emma leads him to the corner of the room for the interview. Before Emma can start asking questions, Sam says with a smile, "I'm glad we're all living here together, you, me, and Steve. The Three Amigos back together!"

Emma tries not to show her sadness at the statement as she realizes that Steve hadn't told him what happened. Maybe that was a good thing? It could mean that there was still hope for them? She mentally shakes her head and smiles at Sam, saying, "Just like old times." Emma taps the side of her glasses and says, "SAM start recording please."

Sam has a look of confusion on his face but proceeds to pull out his phone as he says, "And here I was thinking you had all the fancy Stark tech."

Emma can't help but laugh at the statement and tells him, "Oh no, no the uh the AI is called SAM. Acronym for Saving Asses Mundanely. Tony named her."

"Perfectly not confusing," Sam says with a laugh while putting away his phone.

"Yeah, I'll have to end up just calling you Wilson or Falcon on missions."

"Works for me," Sam replies with a smile. He claps his hands and rubs them together before saying, "Now let's get on with this interview."

"Let's. So first, Mr. Wilson, Falcon, are you excited about your new post as an Avenger?"

"Oh absolutely. Ever since the mission of taking down HYDRA undercover in SHIELD I've wanted to join the team, but I had some other matters to attend to on Captain Rogers' orders."

"I see, thank you. Now, I know you have a background in pararescue with the US military, how do you think that will play into your role on the team?"

"Asking the good questions, aren't we? Well I think that my flight skills will serve the team well in terms of agility in battles that may be fought in the air as well as my rescue skills being used if anyone were to get injured. I would swoop in and save them. See what I did there?"

Emma laughs at the comment and asks a few more questions before dismissing him to go train with the rest of the group. She conducts the rest of the interviews with the team, making sure to stay professional with Wanda and Rhodes.

Knowing it would be her most nerve-wracking interview, Emma saves the one with Steve and Natasha for last. When they finish up, Emma approaches the two of them and says, "Hey Cap, Natasha, if you two are ready I can interview you both at the same time." After they dismiss the group for the time being, Emma cues up SAM again and asks, "So as the leaders of the new group of Avengers what's your opinion of them all so far as a team?"

"Well we're not the '27 Yankees," Steve replies with a slight chuckle while looking at Natasha.

"But we do have some hitters," Natasha points out.

Steve nods and adds, "Individually they're all good, but they're not a team yet. Everyone works well alone and has their special skills, but cohesion...we haven't gotten there yet. It'll take some time."

"I know we can beat them into shape though," Natasha says with a small smirk.

Emma nods, asking, "So, optimistic about it?"

Natasha elbows Steve in the ribs and says, "Giddy optimism is Rogers' middle name."

Emma nods as she continues, asking, "And what about each of you individually, are you ready to learn a whole new team dynamic? What with four of your original members not present."

Steve speaks first and replies, "As a soldier, you learn that you should never grow used to something, especially team dynamic. You have to be on your toes learning and adapting to new experiences. As long as I'm a soldier I try not to grow complacent about anything."

Emma nods as Natasha adds, "I was trained to rely on myself and myself alone. A team is good to have your back if things go wrong though, so it'll be good to have this group of individuals backing me if I need it."

Emma asks a few more questions before wrapping up the interview and thanking them. She considers finally breaking her silence with Steve about what happened but backs out before any words leave her mouth.

Before Emma can turn to leave to begin writing her article, Steve speaks up, telling her, "You know, if you want, our offer we made at Barton's ranch is still on the table. We can use all the hands we can get on the team."

Emma nods and replies, "Maybe soon, but for now, I need to get to work on this. I'll get back to you on that." She offers a small smile before heading off to her room to begin piecing everything together for an article.

For the next few days, Emma works on her article and begins training with the other agents and military troops that are stationed at the compound. With that on top of her visit back to the city to see her therapist, she barely has time for relaxing. One night when she enters the compound at around ten, she's stopped by Sam who has a couple of board games in his arms. "Hey, Emma! We were all about to play some board games, wanna join us? Nat wants to make it more fun with drinks."

Emma offers a small smile and replies, "Thanks, but maybe not tonight, I'm sorry."

"Oh come on, Ems! We've been living under the same roof and I feel like I never see you."

"I've just been really busy is all," Emma replies quietly.

"Too busy for your best friends?" Sam asks, giving her the puppy dog eyes. When Emma doesn't reply right away, Sam studies her and then asks, "Is there something going on that I don't know about?"

Emma debates whether or not to tell Sam, and then decides it would be best to tell the truth. "I guess you really don't know then. Outside of business things like that interview I did with all of you, Steve and I haven't talked in almost a month..."

"What? Why? And why didn't either of you tell me?" he asks, shock evident in his voice.

Emma looks at the floor and traces patterns on it with the toe of her shoe. "At the party at the tower, when Ultron came to be, he told everyone that I have...a bit of a dodgy past. He said that I broke the law, which, don't get me wrong I did, but he didn't know my motivations as to why I did the things I did. I had good reason, but all he was worried about was the fact that I did it. That didn't sit right with Steve, and when I went to talk with him about it after everything, he said he couldn't trust me because he didn't know me.

"Maria says it was probably a heat of the moment thing, and it may have been, there was a lot of secrecy among the whole team we came to find out, so maybe that was just the straw that broke the camel's back. It really hurt though, Sam. I want to talk with him so badly because I think I finally figured out what to say, but at this point, I'm not sure he would even want to talk with me."

"Wow," Sam whispers and shakes his head. "I had no idea...it all makes sense though. He's seemed kinda distant lately, but I just thought it was because of the thing in Sokovia and then having to lead a whole new team."

"God I wish Ultron never said a damn thing..." Emma mutters in frustration while rubbing her temples. "I never wanted to hurt him."

"I know you didn't, Ems," Sam tells her gently. "Here, how about this: later, I talk with him and tell him that I spoke with you and you wanted to get things cleared up. You don't have to tell me anything if you don't want to, but I can just tell him that you want to patch things up with him. I'll be the bridge, the messenger."

"Would you not mind? If it's too much trouble I can suck it up and be an adult about it and approach him myself."

"No, no it's all good. I'll talk with him, then he can come to you when he's ready. So, are you ready to talk with him about it? Because once I tell him, there's no backing out."

The thought of finally clearing things up with Steve makes Emma smile, so she nods and replies, "Yes, I'm ready. I hope this can be the start of this fiasco being put behind us."

"That's the spirit," Sam replies as he shifts the games to one arm and pats Emma on the back with the other. "Now, you go get some rest. Next week's game night you can join us. I've been wanting to show Vision Just Dance, but it wouldn't be as fun without you."

"Sounds like a plan. Again, thank you, Sam." And with that, Emma heads to her room for the night.

The next morning, Emma is about to head down to the kitchen to get some coffee when there’s a gentle knock at her door. Knowing it was probably Steve, Emma's heart jumps in her chest. She takes a breath and slowly opens the door to reveal Steve standing there with his hands behind his back, looking a bit nervous. He offers a small smile and says, "Hey. Sam said you wanted to talk?"

"If that's okay with you," Emma tells him. Steve nods and she opens the door fully, welcoming him into the room. He sits in the office chair she has sat by her desk while Emma sits cross-legged on her bed.

Before Emma can start talking, Steve speaks up, saying, "I just thought I'd apologize for what I said that day, Em. It wasn't called for, I was just really frustrated over a lot of things and I took it out on you."

"No, no it's okay, I understand. I didn't tell you about a big part of my life, and I can see how that hurt you. I just...I wanted you to hear my side of the story. The side that Ultron didn't have access to because it wasn't on the web."

Steve nods his head and says, "I'm all ears. No outbursts this time."

Emma laughs a bit before she starts her story. "What Ultron said about me hacking police scanners and all of that was 100% true, I can't deny that, but I had a reason behind it. I apologize in advance if I get emotional talking about this, it's just hard to talk about because I always tried to forget about it all until recently. But yeah, it started when I applied to be on the NYPD journalist team but was denied and the job was given to some blonde chick with more botox than experience in journalism. I had a degree in journalism, a recommendation from my local newspaper where I had an internship, and was frankly pissed that I didn't get the job. I was new in town, my grandfather had just passed away, and after not getting that position I was just angry at the world, so I kinda hacked into the police radio system...

"Anyways, the cases I did, the ones I brought it upon myself to bring justice to, were almost always cases of domestic assault. The police usually disregarded the cases, tossing them out if there wasn't an active threat when they arrived, so I would go back the next night and put up a camera to capture proof of what was going on. I then would send in an anonymous tip and the scumbag would be busted within a few days."

Emma pauses and takes a shaky breath, saying, "I did these kinds of cases because I couldn't just stand by and let these things happen because I knew what it was like to be in that situation... You see, my father wasn't a good man. Far from it. From the time I could walk there were expectations of me that were wildly unrealistic, but I was always expected to live up to them. If I didn't meet his standards, he would yell at me, call me names, just all around be super awful, and if the task wasn't done well enough or fast enough, sometimes...uh..."

Emma closes her eyes and takes a break for a second, spinning the ring on her thumb furiously trying not to cry. "Emma, if it's too hard to talk about you don't have to," Steve says gently, his own emotions running high seeing Emma in such a vulnerable state.

"No, I want you to know the whole truth. I want you to know about my past, to know me..." She waits for a second more before continuing, "If I didn't complete the task to his liking, sometimes he would...hurt me. The physical side of things wasn't too often I don’t think, but it was enough to suppress a lot of my childhood memories. I still knew the feeling though, and I didn't want anyone to go through that hell. So that's what I did and why I did it.

"Somehow Fury figured out who I was and recruited me for SHIELD as a reporter. He told me that I had promise and skills that the agency could use for good, so he turned my life around. I never did anything illegal again, you know unless it was under orders from SHIELD. I would do it all over again in a heartbeat if it meant saving innocent people's lives though." Even though it felt good knowing she didn't have to hide the past from Steve anymore, Emma still feels guilty and avoids making eye contact with Steve as she says quietly, "Well, now you know what really happened and...I hope this can be the start of building the trust between us again."

After her statement, without thinking, Steve stands up and pulls Emma up into an embrace. Emma relaxes into his strong arms and Steve whispers, "God, I'm so sorry you had to go through that, Em." He pauses and admits quietly, "My father wasn't the best man either. He would try and hurt me but Mom always got in the middle of it to protect me. She was one of the bravest women I know. You're pretty high on that list too, Em, I hope you know that"

Emma smiles a bit and hugs Steve tighter as she says, "I'm so sorry you had to go through that Steve... As for me though I've been learning that everything happens for a reason. It may not have been the ideal life, but," she pauses for half a second before deciding to continue, "if it hadn't happened the way it did, I wouldn't have met you."

Steve smiles at the statement and he hopes that Emma can't feel his heart rate increase in response. He releases Emma from his embrace and tells her, "Thank you for telling me, Em. I'm glad you trust me enough to be so vulnerable and honest. And again, I'm so sorry I said what I did. I never wanted to hurt you."

"Hey, it's okay. And I know it may take a little bit of time to get where we were again, but...are we good?" She pauses and decides to crack a joke, asking, "Can I go back to beating your ass at Mario Kart with Sam?"

Steve chuckles and nods, saying, "Yes, we're good."

"Yay!" Emma replies with a smile.

She quickly wipes the excess tears from her eyes as the two exit her room and head to the kitchen together. Emma's mind is so busy trying to remember the feeling of being in his arms that she almost misses Steve asking, "Will you be joining us for meals and, as Sam dubs it, team bonding?"

"Oh I wouldn't want to intrude," Emma replies, snapping back into reality.

"I insist. You're as much part of the team as anyone else. It's been killing me not to tell you how well you did in Sokovia, by the way. For your first mission in the field, you did a great job."

Emma can't help the smile that makes its way onto her lips as she says, "Thank you, Steve. It means a lot. That night I was pretty pissed, so I got a lot of training in learning how to utilize SAM in battle mode."

"Well if that's what kind of work you can do when you're angry, I'd like to see more of it," Steve replies with a quiet laugh.

Emma huffs out a noise of amusement and says back, "I think we could find some other motivation to get me working that isn't anger-driven. I'd like to think I've been working hard with the other recruits in my physical training, so don't count me out just yet."

"Oh, I won't. Remember you're still part of the team. Once you get your basics down, Nat agreed that we should take you in to train with the rest of us. If you're okay with that of course."

"As long as I'd be accepted. I think Rhodes might not feel the same way about my past as others do. And," she pauses, not knowing how to phrase the next part, "and with Wanda, she's..."

Steve hums inquisitively and when he isn't met with an answer, he says, "Wanda's a changed person now, Em. She truly regrets showing all of us what she did in those visions." He pauses for a moment before telling her, "He didn't give me details, but Clint told me that what she showed you was the reason you walked out on the mission that night at the ranch. I can tell that she feels guilty for what she showed you the way she reacts when someone brings up the fact that you haven't been with us lately. You can be your own judge of character though."

"It just may take a bit of time," Emma replies.

"Don't rush it, some things just take time. While you're doing your basics, you can hang out with all of us and get to know everyone better. You'll see that she isn't who Ultron or HYDRA wanted her to be."

Emma nods as they get into the kitchen where Sam is having breakfast with Maria. "I see you two made up?" Sam asks with a hopeful smile.

Maria adds, "It's about damn time."

The pair smile and nod as Emma tells the two of them, "It's good to be back."

link to the next part

a/n okay holy shit I have way too much music for this post so I’ll just list them instead of putting the Spotify links (whoops) {and again, there is a playlist on Spotify already but if you don’t want spoilers via the music on there I would avoid it for now}

Matter to You - Sasha Alex Sloan

Reflection - Hey Violet

Missing You - All Time Low

Why - Read Southall Band

What Hurts the Most - Rascal Flatts

Secret for the Mad - Dodie

Famous Last Words - My Chemical Romance

Two Ghosts - Harry Styles

Close as Strangers - 5SOS

Little do you Know - Alex and Sierra

Easy on Me - Adele

forever fifteen - mothica

Still - Niall Horan

Arms Unfolding - Dodie

Sparks Fly - Hey Violet

Apple Pie - Lizzie McAlpine

[eelifnazfirat]

The Mist

Do you know that quiet girl who always reads in classes? Yes, I am her. But the quality that differentiates me from a huge part of the population is the way my imagination processes the things I read. My favorite genre is fantasy because I feel like it opens thousands of different portals with each novel. The problem starts here, a normal person goes on with their life after finishing a great book right? Well, I can’t. Most of the time I find myself spacing out, feeling the world slipping through my fingers. I wake up to a new reality, and even worse, I don’t know what to expect. Sometimes I find myself having a cup of tea with Percy Jackson, walking through the glorious halls of Hogwarts with Hermione Granger, trying to live a generous life with Peeta Mellark after being a victor in the Hunger Games, pulling off an impossible heist with the Crows, accompanying Cress Darnel in her endless exilation around the Luna…  It sounds nice, but it isn’t when you are trying to focus on something important. I mostly feel like I am not my body, my mind or my thoughts. Before you go, “Oh, you don’t have to be like everyone else.” I would like to remind you how humans react when they see something different. This is probably how racism, ableism, sexism, and tons of discriminative states of mind were created and I don’t expect people to understand me. These aren’t the only problems with me, I have an imaginary friend. Her name is Melinoe and she is the constant voice in my head. I named her. Melinoe is the Greek goddess of spirits and ghosts so I think it fits. (Did I mention my obsession with Greek Mythology?) The problem is, even when I want her to disappear she is always in the back of my mind and she is so unstable. She is my best friend but she can also destroy my self-confidence in seconds by whispering negative thoughts in my ear. I keep hearing and seeing things that aren’t real. I hear people whispering mean things about me every single time I walk through halls, order at restaurants or even when I am just trying to cross the road! I know those people aren’t talking about me, it’s a part of my visions but it succeeds to hurt me every time. I think all my imaginations are a coping mechanism. I used to deal with a lot of problems. (Mostly parents arguing and not being able to resolve anything without involving me in their issues, my mom kicking my dad out whenever she feels like it, my mothers monthly states of depression in which she refuses to cook and clean…) As you can guess my relationship with both of them is destroyed. I don’t have friends so my only activity is sitting in my room and opening the same magic portals over and over again while my lack of human communication keeps decreasing my ability to love myself, to get out of this state of mind that I can’t feel like I belong in my body. The worst part is, I have repeated this unhealthy pattern so many times that it became comforting. Do I feel like I hate myself? No problem! I will just blame it on Melinoe instead of seeking help because she's the one that whispers mean things in my ear anyways! I know this is wrong and quite pathetic but I never learned to deal with it healthily. Also, I can’t help but realize that I am the one holding myself back. Time and spirits whisper in my ear that I have to let them go but as always, I choose to ignore it, trying to save time before even they abandon me, leave me to suffer in this agonizing pain that keeps growing every time I realize how little time I have left with my comfort zone. Whatever I do, I can’t help but realize the mortality of time. I force myself to make my thoughts flow to text so I can amplify the emotions I am feeling. I am forcing myself on something that isn’t a pattern. I am preparing myself for the inevitable end. Only mortal time will tell what the ending will bring. Will I destroy myself before it gets to me or will it catch me unarmed and shatter me to the littlest bits?   

[webcrawler3000]

FUTURE

DREAM: How can I be more flexible right now?

What are you trying to control? Maybe it's time to let go. Let love move through you today and trust the outcome will be for your highest good.

(TODAY'S SOUL ACTION)

Remind yourself all day long that you are safe, that life is happening for you, and that you are not alone. Then do some yoga.

LIFE: What am I the most afraid of losing?

As we grow, change, and transform our lives, it requires us to let go of something that was - to make room for what will be. If you were to take the big leap today, would you feel scared of losing love, safety, and belonging?

What if it was a big fat lie? What if it was impossible to lose any of those things because you have the power to give everything you need to yourself?

(TODAY'S SOUL ACTION)

Name that fear and look at the worst-case scenario. Find a solution. Take your power back by being certain of who you are and where you are going.

Today's Mantra:

I move forward knowing I am powerful beyond measure, I am loved, I am safe, and I belong.

FEAR: If I had a magic wand and could have anything I desired in life, what would I choose?

BURN WITH DESIRE. There is power in your desires; let them be your fuel today. Your desires are your soul's wings, and it's time to take flight.

(TODAY'S SOUL ACTION)

Today go inward; your answers lie within. What do you desire? Choose what makes you happy and DO THAT!

• EMBRACE •

(36.) Third Eye Vision - Reclaim your mind.

• ACCEPT •

(1.) Align Your Universe - Navigate distractions.

• LET GO •

(2.) Ascended Masters - Create open communication.

YOU (ME): REFLECT - May you discern and distill.

RELATIONSHIP: CLEAR - May you see things as they are.

PARTNER (FUTURE): SOOTHED - May you settle gently even as the waves break above.

WHAT I (FUTURE)...

• Think: MODERATION

Is there something you know you shouldn't be eating? Try to eat mindfully and healthily - although the fairies say that a little bit of what you fancy is fine!

• Feel: TREE WISDOM

This Tree Dryad will help you navigate through your current situation. Her flute can reveal insights and answers through the sounds it makes.

• Do: STARGAZING

When you gaze at the stars you give yourself fairy-focus. Your intuition will flow more freely and reveal what you need to know about your situation.

WHAT I (JENNIFER)...

• Thinks: WISH WISELY

Use your wishes wisely to manifest your heart's desire and take practical steps towards making your dreams come true.

• Feels: LIFE ENERGY

This happy Fairy of Sunshine brings lots of life-giving energy. She reminds you to shine your light and to reveal anything in the shadows that needs to be healed.

• Do: PROTECT YOUR DREAMS

You are the guardian of your precious dreams and they are safe in your care. Keep them close to your heart until you're ready to release them.

• TOMORROW - Let It Go

• NEXT WEEK - Broken Open

Clarified by "Shining Through"

• NEXT MONTH - Beautiful Uncaging

Clarified by "Into Me I See" & "A Burst of Magic"

• RED LIGHT:

Focus - Stock (Matihiola incana)

• YELLOW LIGHT:

Productivity - Kent pumpkin (Cucurbita moschata)

• GREEN LIGHT:

Positivity - Marigold (Tagetes erecta)

• STUCK IN THE BOX:

Desire - Cos lettuce (Lactuca sativa)

STRENGTHS:

• Perfect Timing

This is the right time for you to move forward.

WEAKNESSES:

• Do Some Research

You need more information about this situation. Look into it further before proceeding.

(CLARITY)

• Express Your Individuality

Allow your true self to shine bc you're awesome!

HOW TO PROGRESS:

• Summer

Everything that you're asking for becomes yours in the summertime.

(CLARITY)

• Good-Bye to the Old, Hello to the New

You've finished one part of your life, and now a new and even better part is beginning.

[dylan-groves-art]

[Sideways text reads: you sure are a strange-looking (?) what the fuck kind of (?) are you???!?]

The Question Mark God wants to know why you're such a strange looking question mark. He's starting to become suspicious that you might be one of those dreaded ... *dramatic pause* ... exclamation points.

[mbti-enemies]

Idk of you've done this before....but

Intp x esfj

mmm well- I think there's defintely something to be said for relationships where your dominant function is someone's inferior and vice versa >< speaking as an infj who LOVES esfp's- they way they bring me out and show me Se in the way it can be used and the way I like to ThiNk i pull them in, - at least they appreciate the Ni..; but alas I get carried away

intp x esfj would be so SWEET, with that doubled up Fe- I imagine esfj's seemingly bold kindness, uninhibited and plentiful, boosting intp up, arguing with their casual self-deprecating comments and insecurities

For esfj that intp's blushing, whispered compliments would carry the most weight and cuteness- full in their meaning from not being overused. as esfj and intp grow closerandcloser, intp's compliments esfj more and more. esfj show's them how to use their Fe more boldly, and slowly they learn to extend affection out and out

intp's Ti helps esfj develop too. intp's Ti is so adept at finding the right logic, the reasons why esfj is AMAZING (!!!). for the first time, esfj finds that intricate and comprehensive logic isn't a criticiser, a way to nitpick at faults and bring esfj down, but can also be used for the whole of life to open up and brighten.

esfj learns to use their Ti more healthily, letting themselves make logical decisions against the crowd, letting them take a stand for themself instead of doing everything for others. esfj learns to push back the unhealthy Ti which makes esfj overly critical, balancing it out with logical optimism.

Living together, esfj has come back home after a long night out with friends. intp has been home all along, in pyjamas staring into their laptop screen. they promised (esfj and themselves), that they'd stay up, and stay up they did

esfj comes home, tired. they relief they feel looking at intp in their pyjamas, ready with a hot drink... intp is a place esfj doesn't have to try. intp is always, always, gonna love esfj, and when esfj comes home- esfj can't wait to sit in intp's arms, all cozy and tired, for once letting intp do the talking about everything that happened on their laptop

when intp and esfj are both at home, they're perfectly coordinated forces of chaos and order. esfj has to remind intp to drink water when they get too carried away with something. intp lets esfj come out of the prison of norms- if simply by example.

it's a normal occurrence for intp and esfj to swap their normal roles. the quiet intp can often be found jabbering on to esfj about their latest hyperfixation or some other niche topic. esfj's kindness and consistent encouragement lets them feel comfortable and wanted- esfj genuinely wants to hear everything intp has to say-

because esfj is amazed by intp, always. the way intp's mind just keeps going! and the way it seems to stretch out into anything- understanding and grasping crazy concepts. esfj feels supported by the fact that intp wants to talk to them- intp values their opinion, and that is the highest and most genuine compliment esfj has ever gotten

[bedbellyandbeyond]

Contraband

(Story Post)

“Dax, sorry to keep you waiting,” Syd said as they came into the exam room. “No, it's fine,” Dax said. “I'm just happy to get some possible answers today.” Syd sat down at their desk and crossed their legs. “First of all, have you recently been in contact with either Jeffrey Matthews or Oliver Larson?” “Yes, Jeffrey has been over to my partner's house a lot, and I met his cousin over a week ago. Why?” “I had Oliver in today and he informed me that he shared a substance from this container with you, is that correct?” Syd took out the container of protein powder and placed it on the edge of his desk.

Dax blinked and turned it around. “Yes, he let me try some. I was looking for a new protein powder. Why? Is there something wrong with it?” “Yes, unfortunately Mr. Larson was mistaken of its contents,” Sydryn explained. “The container has been misused to carry alien made contraband that is almost certainly the cause of your incident a week ago.” Dax stared at the container. “…That caused me to do all that?” Sydryn nodded slowly. “It belonged to and was created by one Bler 9 Tid, a Prilarian formerly acquainted with Jeffrey Matthews. It has the ability of altering one's internal anatomy to create a womb capable of bearing viable live offspring in persons without one. It also increases the consumers libido and hormone production, causing the consumer to go into a chemically induced oestrus. Tid gave the contraband to Matthews to be able to impregnate him.” Dax was still for a few moment, unsure what to say. Piecing the events together in his mind, it all started to make sense. “…So, you're saying that the ‘protein powder' I added to my smoothie that morning actually made me grow a uterus and put me in a manufactured heat?” “Correct.” “So…” Dax was still searching for what he wanted to say. “…I was in heat, I tried to have sex with my boyfriend and when that didn't work…I just went to the next closest guy I knew… And now what, are you saying I could be pregnant?” Sydryn exhaled. “Yes, that is why we need to draw blood again.” “What happened to the blood you drew last week?” Dax asked. “We only tested it to check your hormone levels,” Sydryn said. “Also, a pregnancy cannot be confirmed until the second week.” “But it's only been one week,” Dax pointed out. “Yes, I failed to add earlier that this contraband you consumed also doubles the speed of a human pregnancy,” Sydryn said. “One week for you is two weeks for a pregnancy, if an egg was successfully fertilised.” Dax put his head in his hands trying to process all this information. “…After all that…I could be pregnant…with Kent's child?” Sydryn uncrossed their legs and leaned forward to place a hand on Dax's shoulder. “I understand that this is a lot to take in. We cannot confirm a pregnancy yet until the results of a blood test, but we can confirm the formation of a uterus now with an ultrasound.” Dax took a deep breath. “...Okay. Do whatever you have to do, I guess... I need to know.” “When was the last time you ate or drank, by the way?” Sydryn asked. “I had water on the way down, but I haven't eaten anything since last night, at like 8pm,” Dax answered. “How much did you drink and have you urinated since drinking today?” “Uh, maybe half a litre? And no. Is that bad?” “No, a full bladder is ideal to lift the organ we are looking for. A full litre is ideal, but we should be fine. I will have to press which may cause some discomfort.” “Okay.” “Alright. Please lean back and lift you shirt. Unbutton your pants as well,” Sydryn directed as they got up to start the ultrasound machine. Dax did as instructed and they proceeded with the ultrasound. Syd was able to confirm the uterus as well as a thickening of the uterine lining. Afterwards, they drew a sample of Dax's blood. “It will take some time, but this has been prioritised so you should hear from me tonight or tomorrow,” Sydryn explained, as they put away the test tubes. “Do you have any questions for me?” “If I am pregnant, what do I do?” Dax said. “Can I even really have a baby? Like, carry to term?” “The research is new, however yourself and Jeffrey's family are not the first to have been exposed to this particular Prilarian contraband,” Sydryn stated. “So far, all who've taken it and carried out a pregnancy have carried healthily to term.” Dax blanched. “And if I don't want a baby?” “You have all the same options as any other pregnant person,” Sydryn said. “Since we have not confirmed a pregnancy as of yet, you should abstain from receiving unprotected anal penetration during intercourse. If you have done so within the last 72 hours, you can take a morning after pill.” “I haven't,” Dax said. “But will I have a uterus forever now?” “No, if you are not pregnant, it should pass within a month. The same would occur after a pregnancy,” Sydryn said. “We can go over the details of that later, once we have your results.” Dax nodded slowly. “Okay...” “Did you have a talk with the therapist like we discussed last time?” Syd asked. “No, not yet...” Sydryn woke up their computer. “Let's make you an appointment to come talk with me, how about that?” “Uh, sure,” Dax agreed, nodding. “Monday at 1pm?” Dax took out his phone out and opened his calendar. “Sounds good.” “I will be calling you as well as soon as I have a result for you,” Syd reminded, getting up. “How are you feeling? Do you think you'll be alright for now?” “Yeah, I'll be fine,” Dax assured getting up as well. “This is just...a lot to take in.” “I understand.” “Well, I wouldn't be surprised about Jeffrey, but his cousin,” Dax inquired as he started walking out. “Is he alright? I imagine he's been taking that stuff for a while without knowing...” “I can't share such information on my other patients,” Sydryn stated as they escorted him. “Ah, yeah... Maybe I'll try to contact them,” Dax said. “Nathan should have Jeffrey's number...” “I wouldn't stress yourself with their well-being for now,” Sydryn said. “You should take some time to yourself. Relax.” “I just, I don’t know if it's the teacher in me, but I worry about those kids,” Dax said. “I don’t know if you know, but I taught Jeffrey in high school. A good teacher cares about all their students.” Sydryn placed a hand on Dax's shoulder. “That is admirable, but he is not your student anymore. Neither of them are your responsibility.” “I know...” When they got to the lobby, Reid was sitting waiting for Dax. He got up as soon as he saw them. “So? How did it go? Is he dying, doc?” Sydryn furrowed their brow. “You're here for Dax?” “No, I thought I'd come in for a shift,” Reid said sarcastically. “Aye, I made sure to get him here in good time. We're friends now, you know.” Sydryn sighed. “We’ll have a talk about that later, but anyway, are you driving him home?” “Well actually, he drove us here,” Reid said. “Why? Should he not drive? I can drive if I have to. You didn't answer if he's dying or not.” “He's not dying,” Sydryn stated. “He can drive, but you, however, are not clear to drive yet.” “I'd like to talk about that, actually.” “Bring it up in our meeting on Monday,” Sydryn said turning to go back to the exam rooms. Reid patted Dax's back. “You alright? What'd Syd tell you?” Dax sighed. “I'll tell you on the drive back, alright?” “Sure, sure. Let's go then.”

[remsmoonlight]

— title : brownies n’ breaks

— word count : 2.2 k words

— pairing : daryl dixon x reader

— summary : cooking is your love language and it’s time that you are able to finally make something for Daryl, protected from the high walls that alexandria boasts of are you finally able to bring that vision to life

— warnings : absolutely nothing, except sickly sweet fluff

oooo another daryl request if you’re willing!!! maybe once they get to alexandria reader makes daryl some homemade brownies or some shit because she knows he’s never had much homemade food if any just some domestic cute shit??🥺🥺♥️

          ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　requested     　/    requests are open   *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Sweetness flows throughout the air of your new home, sliding into every corner it can find to fill and warm. The smell of domesticy is something you thought perished long ago when the world died, but here you stand.. with a fresh batch of brownies in the oven baking as if life rebooted and got set back to factory settings. You move from the oven, small steps to the door to be able to survey the kitchen area once more, blinking as if to erase it from your vision, to be greeted with the punishing sun and the dirt filled roads lined with ghosts.

A cozy yellow glow is snug in the pit of your stomach as you think about who the sweet bake belongs to, Daryl has been nothing less than golden. From Atlanta, all the way to Alexandria.. he has always been one to step up without even thinking. You’d shared many secluded moments together, talking about your pasts and while he has never explicitly said anything, you have created a picture in your head about what he has gone through. The love not shared healthily to someone who will always put his family first. Even prior to the downfall of society, you loved to cook for everyone you knew.

You settle yourself with a book on the window ledge close to the kitchen, awaiting the arrival of Daryl, a giddiness that could be likened to a snowfall of glitter falling gracefully within you.

“ you know, when we finally find a new home. I will make you the best brownies you’ve ever had! “

“ if y’don’t burn ‘em first. “ he replied, the corner of his eyes crinkle so delicately as he chuckles lowly.

“ don’t be so fucking mean! here I am trying to do something nice.. it won’t kill you! “ you argue humorously, your fist balling up to punch his arm with little force.

Laughter and carelessness had been a rarity after surviving Terminus, your focus on trying to find safety.. no matter how much of a dream it may be. The journey to coming to terms with the fading faces and memories of the prison has been a painful one, comfort was not something that could easily be found, yet you found it in the least conventionally affectionate person you knew.

“ if anythin’s gonna kill me, it ain’t gonna be your cooking. “

“ actually, I cook very well. it will be a good day when I finally get to show you. “

An airy smile brightens your features, the burdenless weight unable to keep your lips stuck together. Many memories you have with him are of the fond kind, of course, the course of your bond with him runs deep but never has it been a calm sea. There have been moments where you wonder if it’s one sided, if you are inventing a picture that you wish to bleed through to reality, then you are proven wrong and he does things that you know in your heart are true. It has taken losing friends, a home, finding new hope to strengthen that bond and while you would prefer to take the easy road, you know that nothing will ever split the two of you into shards of glass that will never be able to be repaired. You’re both strong people, but stronger together.

A figure clad in black and covered in grime makes their way up the flawless road to where you rest, your vision could be awful but you can make out his being anywhere. The book you hold is laid to rest, your feet already carrying yourself to the door to meet him. Days had past since you last saw him and you can now feel the chords of longing pulling as you had missed him.

Your hand encloses the door handle, swinging it open to finally land your gaze on his form, feeling as if it had been years you’d not done so, as opposed to a few days.

“ took you long enough. “

“ yeah, yeah. quit your complainin’.  “

You move aside, Daryl taking the cue from you and entering the house that bares no soul at that present moment. Everyone is out with their own agenda or job, leaving you to potter about to your own devices.

Some peace and privacy for even a few hours is something you are thankful for, two things that had been incredibly rare from your journey from Atlanta. Though, the noise that comes with your family reminds you of the moments you couldn’t wait to be rid from as you grew up are ones that you no longer fail to appreciate.

“ did you find anybody out there? “

Daryl shakes his head, you see the trouble that he wears often become even more apparent as it overwhelms his features intensely. Knowing Daryl as well as you do, you know that while he won’t admit it out loud, every time he goes out there with Aaron to find people and finds no one wounds his spirit more and more. While his desire to save everyone is admirable, it’s often a concern to you that it might be the straw that breaks the camel’s back and he’s often met with your comforting energy of it being simply an unsustainable trait.

“ you know you won’t always find people, right? “ you ask him softly, tucking your legs underneath you as you seat yourself on the sofa.

Daryl refuses to sit, it’s a thought that regularly finds itself bouncing around your mind as to why he can’t relax even behind the walls of Alexandria.

“ yea’, still sucks though. “ he wipes his thumb across his nose, an unconscious habit on his part, discussing his thoughts and feelings has never been easy, raised in a home full of toxicity stunted him emotionally, something he still wrestles with when the occasion arises.

“ there’s going to be a day where you’ve gone and saved everyone! there won’t be anyone left for you to bring back! cut yourself some slack. “

Daryl doesn’t respond, knowing there is truth in your words but he has seen so much death already, the world gripped by dark and dim choke hold, a little dusting of life is something that has been lacking since it died. Avoidance of feelings is something Daryl flees to when the conversation gets tough, he can deal with  words full of anger and rage, but topics so delicate still feel so alien to him.

“ wha’ y’been up to? “ the male questions you, seemingly interested in what you have been up to, watching you from the otherside of the room.

As if a switch had been flipped, your eyes ignite with excitement and joy as you have finally been able to fulfil your unofficial promise to him.

“ remember when we were talking about my cooking? when you insulted it? “ the sides of your lips gently lift with a soft innocence, you feel the elation slowly warming the entirety of your body at the simpleness of it all.

“ y’ain’t gone and poisoned sumn’ have ‘ya? “ asks Daryl, turning to face you from across the floor where he stood. His tone holds a ‘ blink and you will miss it ‘ humour threaded into his words.

“ I should have! “ laughing at him, you fit your fingers between his and lead him into the kitchen with you.

Touch is still something that sends an uncomfortable shiver to travel the distance down his spine, but with everything you have been through and all the time you have spent together, touch is something he’d never turn from when thinking of you. Your relationship has been a strange, never formal one, but it is perfect for the two of you. Unspoken words full of warmth and fondness are a solidity in each one’s souls, and while you both never shared the extent of what the two of you have with the group, they have their suspicions and theories. But if they know one thing, it’s Daryl’s affection for you runs deep.

“ brownies! “

He peaks into the oven that you have opened, the rich smell of cocoa and heat baking the treats hit him like a brick, a pit forms deep in his stomach. This is different from past meals beforehand. You had gone out of your way for him, of all people. Never could he mentally grip why you have been so kind and benevolent with him but it’s something he treasures deeply. In the beginning he was more abrasive with you more than anyone else, but it used to be his go to defense mechanism with everyone in your family. Softness never being something destined for him was beaten into him for a young age, learning only how to loathe and to only say words in anger. It wasn’t until you came along and took your time with him did he let you in, something you have been grateful ever since.. especially since you have been able to discover the colourful soul that resides within him.

“ y’didn’t have to. “ he replies, his mouth watering at the mere smell of the brownies that are close to being fully baked.

“ Daryl… “ a softness in your response that is only reserved for him is heavy, your eyebrows furrowing in dejection. You know enough of his history to be confident in your placed hurt for him being unable to experience kindness in a positive manner. Your hand trails up his clothed arm and rests on his shoulder lightly, allowing for him to decide whether or not to accept the physical affection. He doesn’t shrug it off, if anything he leans more into your touch. “ you know I’m doing this because I want to, you deserve something nice! “

“ thanks. “

“ and they’re nearly done, so you best take a seat. “

Daryl follows your order with little encouragement, a smirk that he conceals from your view and sits at the lengthy dinner table. He’s having trouble connecting the dots of the dead walking and civilisation ended and the pure normalcy of him sitting at a dinner table about to eat home cooked brownies. Even back when the world was bustling with life and people working their nine to fives were home cooked meals a rarity.

“ so this is what y’spent your day on? “ he asks as he watches you with a spark of fondness in his eyes as you work in the kitchen.

“ cooking is therapeutic. “

“ y’ a weird person. “ Daryl quips, staring at you right in your eyes. His expression gives nothing away, though his eyes speak a thousand words and paint a thousand colours that you understand fully.

It’s lucky you know him so well to understand when he’s being serious and when not.

“ but you like it! “

The squares of the baked treats are uneven and jagged, your features contorting into a confused frown at how they could so well until the end. You blame the knife for the imperfection and flaws of the appearance of what lays before you, however your heart knows it’s your inability to present your dishes artistically.

“ now I apologise they don’t look good but they do taste good! “

“ y’never have to say sorry for anythin’ “ he thoughtless says, his mind to preoccupied with the food laid before him.

A picture painted by his mind long ago had you as the perfect person, it’s comforting to know the flaws you have are nothing short of charming in your own little way. With the lack of elegance associated with him, his fingers dig into the irregular shape of the brownie and shoves half of it  into his mouth.

You watch him with your breath holding itself, never have you been a person who has wanted to impress but when it comes to Daryl? You find yourself wanting to do that and more.

“ well? “

He nods with his mouth full, unable to formulate his words. His jokes about your cooking being bad have been nothing more than that, jokes. But even as he’s consuming the small squares he’s surprised at how good they taste, better than he could even imagine.

“ ain’t half bad. “

“ in Daryl speak that means they’re pretty damn great, huh? “ you question him rhetorically, amusement dancing on each word you speak as you gaze steadily on his form.

“ well y’didn’t burn the house down. “

Your mouth opens and eyes widen considerably as your expression twists from being filled to the brim of affection to one of shock, aghast at his jovial words. The laughter tumbles carelessly from your lips as you reach across to swat his arm playfully.

“ you are so rude! “

He joins in with your laughter, a sight so infrequent that you wish you could burn the image into your mind with no chance of being erased by time. It’s moments like these, where you truly feel like the only two people in the world, stolen moments you hold close to your heart. You hope that you will reach a space where you both will be able to freely express your feelings, while the mutual affection is known between the both of you, sometimes you want to use words. So he knows, because it’s something he deserves. To know how much he is loved, without cowering away from the subject.

“ nah I’m just kiddin’. thanks, I mean it. “

[tothemeadow]

‘the doctor’ / Midoriya x Reader

Uwu, this is the first official post that hasn’t been imported from the other blog     ( ´ ω ` ) Also, this has been sitting around on my computer for the past two months, so enjoy these crumbs while I strive to finish up the semester!

warnings: NSFW, doctor/patient relationship, grinding, heavy petting, fascination for hybrids?, y’all fuck but I didn’t write the whole thing

words: 3,752

(a/n): hehehehehe add this to the list of taboo relationship works I’ve done

-

“The doctor will see you now.”

The secretary sitting behind the desk flashes you a smile as you pass by her. The two of you are already on a first name basis, considering that you have biweekly checkups. With a quirk like yours, it can be detrimental to your health if it goes unchecked for too long. You have enough meds in your system to possibly knock out a small child, but you’ve long since grown used to it.

Still, as you pass from the waiting room and into the hall leading to numerous checkup rooms, your palms feel impossibly clammy. Your previous doctor recently retired after spending so many years in the field, and now you were supposed to meet your new doctor. Granted, your previous one told you many great things about this new kid, about how he’ll take great care of you. You’re not too confident in the sudden change, but it can’t be helped. Unless you wanted to suffer horribly, you had to seek some type of help.

Shuffling to room number six, you silently close the door behind you and take a deep breath. Your intestines feel unusually tight, ache with an indescribable force. Despite your quirk being a relatively simple one – doggification, which essentially means you have the characteristics and properties of a dog – your body could never get quite a grasp on it. Despite looking entirely like a human, your telltale features are the ears and tail protruding from your body. Even now, you can tell your ears are flat against your head and your tail is tucked between your legs.

Gently, you sit on the table, the parchment paper crinkling under your weight. Wringing your hands, you will your breathing to ease, your mind to relax. It’s only the doctor’s office, nothing more, nothing less. You’ve been here practically all your life, so what gives? Oh, that’s right – a new doctor who you’ve never met before.

A few minutes pass; nothing happens besides the tick tock tick tock of the lone clock hanging from the wall, the slight hum from the lightbulbs. Your nerves feel raw, your heart frantic, your breathing irregular. You constantly remind yourself that you’re fine, you’re just nervous. You’re here for a reason, after all. If you want to continue living healthily, you need this treatment. There’s no point in chickening out now.

Just then, the door swings open; you jump in your place as you snap back to reality. Pulse quickening, you’re left wide-eyed as the doctor comes in. He’s nothing like you were expecting – instead of some elderly gentleman like your previous doctor, this new guy is young. He’s ridiculously cute, a mess of green curls piled on his head and a burst of freckles adorning his skin. For a doctor, he surprisingly has an athletic build, so you’re left wondering if he exercises regularly or played a sport in school. But oh, the way his scrubs cling to his meaty arms, stretch over his thick thighs. It’s almost ridiculous how baby-faced he is, especially compared to his Adonis-like body.

Without you knowing, your ears and tail stand to attention, curious about this newcomer.

The doctor flashes you a pearly smile as he reaches a hand towards you. “(y/n)? I’m Doctor Midoriya. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

Doctor Midoriya.

Yeah, you like the sound of that. And the way your name rolls off your tongue? Perfection.

Hesitantly, you reach out a hand and grasp onto his for a handshake. His hand is large, fingers long and spindly, and his grip is strong. They’re actually pretty, dotted with freckles and striped with scars. Interesting, you muse, wondering just exactly what he did to get scars like that.

“So,” Doctor Midoriya starts, pulling away and planting himself on the stool stationed by the counter, “doggification, huh? You have a typical hybrid quirk, so it seems.” Pausing for a moment, he glances at his notes attached to his clipboard. “But, since you’re part Doberman pinscher, you suffer from dilated cardiomyopathy. The breed usually has problems regarding that, right?”

You nod in confirmation. “Yeah. Apparently, many owners don’t know their dogs have it until they collapse on the ground. I uh, I’ve been dealing with this my whole life, so….”

You really, really like the gentle expression Doctor Midoriya gives you. His cheeks look squishy despite his sharp jawline, lips a delicate shade of dusty rose… Shit, he’s beautiful yet he chose to become a doctor.

“Doctor Torino left his previous files, and I’ve been studying them before he retired,” he explains, drawing himself to a stand. “He was great, wasn’t he? I’m sorry if I don’t own up to your expectations.” Crossing over to the table, he unloops the stethoscope from around his neck and sticks the buds in his ears. “I need you to breathe in and out for me, nice and slow,” he tells you, pressing the cool metal to your chest.

You go through the usual routines, inhaling and exhaling deeply. Doctor Midoriya hums in which you assume is a good way; you can feel your skin heating up whenever large green eyes flick to your face, digging in right to your soul.

“It’s okay to be nervous,” he says, voice low. The deep rumble sets your nerves alight, your insides pulsing. Dare you say it, but you’re disappointed when he pulls away, looping the stethoscope back around his neck. He scribbles something onto his clipboard, his lips pursed in thought. You take the opportunity to study his side profile, the dainty curve of his nose, the angle of his jaw. How big is this guy, anyway? He’s huge for a doctor.

“I’m six-three, if that’s what you’re wondering,” he chirps, tossing down his pencil. He laughs at the startled expression playing on your face. “Sorry, sorry… A uh, a lot of people ask me that, you know? And I typically get a good read on what people are thinking, so… Yeah! Some people used to call me tree in med school! You know, because of the green hair and all…” Clearing his throat awkwardly, he walks back over to where you sit. “How have you been feeling since your last visit?”

Subconsciously rubbing at your chest, you send him a mere shrug. “I’ve been better, I’ve been worse. I’m just bummed Doctor Torino left on such short notice.”

“That makes two of us,” Doctor Midoriya admits, rubbing the back of his neck with a hand. “He’s such a great mentor and all, don’t get me wrong, but it sucks that his time is up.”

Cocking your head, your ears twitch with interest. “Mentor?”

At that, Doctor Midoriya’s face lights up. “Oh! Yeah! I had my internship with Doctor Torino, and he taught me so much!”

“Internship…? Really? I don’t remember seeing you around whenever I had appointments with him.”

“Nah, I don’t think so. I would’ve remembered seeing someone like you!” He giggles – giggles – at his own words, but then it quickly dies down as realization crosses his features. “Wait, wait!” he says frantically, waving his hands before him. “I didn’t mean to sound creepy or anything like that! It’s just that you don’t see hybrids very often, and you’re a dog, and I happen to really like dogs, and I-“ His yammering turns into an incoherent mumble, then, as he awkwardly wrings his hands together.

Heh. He’s pretty cute.

“It’s okay to be nervous,” you say, shooting his own words back at him. “You’re a newbie, right? You’re awfully young for a doctor.”

To your pleasant surprise, Doctor Midoriya blushes. Instinctively, he claps a hand over his mouth and looks away. Again, he clears his throat. “I graduated last year, actually. So yeah, I’m still new to this whole thing, but I want to help as much as I can!” Turning back to you, his flustered expression melts into a determined one. “And since you’re my first serious patient, you can rely on me. I promise to take real good care of you, mark my words.”

You smile. “I look forward to it, Doctor. I expect you to keep that promise.”

-

Three months. Three solid months.

Hypothetically, you should be thrilled being in Doctor Midoriya’s presence so often. Realistically, it’s pure torture.

How this guy doesn’t realize he’s easily the hottest person in the room is beyond you, plus his personality is downright adorable. It’s funny, really, how you’re the one with the dog quirk yet he’s the one who acts more like one. He gets excited over the simplest of things, and you were quick to realize that he’s a giant nerd. It’s clear that he’s got a brain in that skull of his – and, if you’re being entirely honest, it makes Doctor Midoriya that much more attractive.

His constant murmuring and chippering never fail to put a smile on your face. With every appointment you have with him, you purposefully bring up a topic he’s bound to show some interest in just to hear him talk. So yeah, you might be infatuated with your insanely hot doctor, but who can blame you? He’s kindhearted, smart, good-looking, has a good job…. Okay, and maybe he’s packing down south. It’s not your fault that his scrubs clung to his body that one time. You just happened to notice it.

You doubt he’s doing these kind of things on accident. Hell, Doctor Midoriya blatantly flirts with you, for crying out loud. Well, it’s actually more subtle than that, but the point still stands.

“(y/n)?” Doctor Midoriya calls out as he enters the room, the door sliding shut behind him. Warmth floods your chest as your tail sets off in a slow wag. He laughs at your reaction, that toothy smile of his forming on his face. Just like every other time he shows it, you fall a little bit deeper for him.

“Doctor Midoriya,” you greet. Your fingers dig into the table as you bite down on your bottom lip. He looks good, dark blue scrubs shaping his figure nicely. You, on the other hand, stick to a simple pair of gym shorts and t-shirt. It’s a hot day outside, after all.

As Doctor Midoriya scribbles something down on his handy clipboard, you slowly spread your legs further apart. It’s a slight bit, nothing more, but the movement seems to catch his attention. Setting down his pencil, you notice how his eyes linger on your bared thighs for a moment longer than what’s considered appropriate. Slipping the stethoscope from around his neck, he gets up from his stool and crosses to wear you sit.

“Any problems lately?” he asks, voice as professional as always. Sneaky bastard, trying to pretend like he wasn’t just staring at your thighs.

“Besides the weather, not really. The heat makes things a bit easier, though,” you tell him.

Doctor Midoriya hums. Pressing the end of the stethoscope to your chest, he tells you to breathe in and out, nice and deep. “I’m not hearing any abnormalities in your breathing,” he says simply, switching to your back instead. “Besides the DCM, you’re in wonderful health.”

“That’s a relief,” you mutter.

He continues to go through the regular routine of your biweekly checkup. Soon enough, he’s looking through a scope at your dog ears, checking for any signs of an incoming infection. Try as you might, but you enjoy the way he caresses your ear, leaning into his touch as your tail takes off wagging. Doctor Midoriya chuckles, indulging in your wants and giving your ears a proper scratch.

“You really are like a dog,” he points out, his tone lighthearted. “A cute little puppy.” And there he goes, blessing your ears with his giggle. As you glance at him, you see the pretty blush adorning his cheeks, the gleam of mirth in his large eyes.

Puppy.

For some ungodly reason, you really like the way it sounds coming from his mouth.

“You shouldn’t be referring to your patients with a pet name, Doctor,” you drawl.

The blush on his face darkens. In true fashion, he hastily looks away and awkwardly coughs into his fist. “My apologies,” he murmurs. “If… If it’s any consolation, your ears are really soft…”

A small smile pulls at the corners of your lips. “I’m only teasing,” you reassure.

He flinches.

Teasing.

“Besides, you said you really like dogs, right? I think puppy is cute.”

Doctor Midoriya looks back to you. “…Really?”

You nod. “I do.”

For a moment, neither one of you say anything. The look in Doctor Midoriya’s eyes is unreadable; whether that’s a good thing or not, you’re not entirely too sure. He’s usually easy to get a read on, but like this… It’s nearly impossible.

“Do you mind if we check your flexibility? It’s just touching your toes, nothing more. If your back is out, I’ll recommend some chiropractors.”

Okay, strange. You figure he wants to change the subject – you know, and do his job – so you do as he says, hopping down from the table and stepping away. As you bend over, your fingertips skimming the toes of your sneakers, large hands splay out on your back. You jolt from the contact, your breath catching in your throat. Their movements are calculated, feeling along your spine for any sort of abnormality. You can practically feel Doctor Midoriya’s eyes boring into you; the hairs on your arms and the back of your neck come a stand as you wait for him to do something, anything.

“Your spine feels fine,” he tells you. “You feel a bit tense, though. Do you bend over a lot?”

Excuse me?

You scoff. “I’m bending over right now, aren’t I?”

Doctor Midoriya makes some weird choking sound. “No, no, that’s not what I meant! I meant when you sit or something like that…!”

“I’m teasing, Doctor. Relax.” You wiggle underneath his touch. “Am I allowed to stand straight now?”

You can practically feel the tension radiating off him. “I… Not yet. I need to check one last thing, okay?” Again, he uses that low, husky pitch, the one that reverberates deep in his chest. This is only the second time you’re hearing it, but fuck does it make your insides squeeze and your breath hitch.

Before your mind can completely register it, Doctor Midoriya’s large hands are on your ass, kneading the ample flesh through your shorts. A slight groan slips from your mouth at the unexpected contact. Shit, his hands are even larger than you originally thought, his grip rough and demanding.

“Does it hurt?” he continues, his voice staying as it is, making your brain turn delirious.

“N-no,” you stutter. You immediately cuss yourself out internally. A sharp gasp breaks from your throat as one of his hands grips the base of your tail and gives it a slight tug.

“How about now?”

You wince as he does it again. “Yes, okay?” you seethe through clenched teeth. “Just don’t… Don’t tug on my tail like that.”

“So, your ears and tail are sensitive,” Doctor Midoriya mumbles to himself. “Interesting.”

“Doctor, what are you even going on about-“

At that very moment, those strong hands of his yank you backwards, your ass colliding with his pelvis. Heart leaping to your throat, you’re left scrambling for a shred of reality. Doctor Midoriya leans over you, his muscular chest pressing into your back. He’s so warm, and he oddly smells like mint, but it’s not like you’re going to complain anytime soon.

“This is such a bad idea,” he confesses into your ear, “but you’re just so cute, puppy. You like it when I call you that, right?”

“Doctor-“

“Tell me to stop,” he continues, a frantic edge to his voice now, “tell me I’m a disgusting pervert. I shouldn’t be doing this, but shit… I’ve been fantasizing about holding you this close.” Subconsciously, he rocks his hips into you, his engorged cock grinding into your ass.

Shit, shit, is this really happening? Your doctor has just fessed up to fantasizing about you, and, to be quite frank, you’re a bit too happy to hear that. It’s not like he’s the only one feeling this way; you’ve had your fair share of dreams over the months, most of them with him in between your legs in some fashion.

Straightening up, you reach back and grab him by the back of the neck, balancing yourself in his grip. A breathless noise fills your ear as you grind back against him, your nails scratching into his nape.

“O-oh,” he says, the sound delightfully raspy as it fills your ear.

“You aren’t the only one who’s been thinking of things,” you confess, your voice sounding equally as strained. Again, some unholy noise slips from his dusty lips, the grip on your hips tightening ever so slightly.

“Puppy… Don’t say things like that.”

You bark out a laugh. “Don’t tell me you’re going soft, Doctor. Acting like you’re in charge one moment and then like a scared little bunny the next. A big boy like you should choose one and stick with it.”

Now you’ve done it. Like merely flicking a switch, Doctor Midoriya moans into your ear as he spins you around and stumbles backwards, ass landing on the examination table with you in tow. You squeak in surprise as he easily drags you into his lap, lifting you up as though you weighed next to nothing. The lustful haze in his eyes is evident, the blush adorning his face making his freckles pop.

“Shit,” you curse, eyelids fluttering as his cock rubs frantically against your ass. Again, another surprised noise escapes your mouth as he bounces you in his lap, his clothed erection grinding against your ass and sex. A sliver of tongue peeks from between his teeth, the gleam in his eyes nothing short of determination.

“This is so wrong,” Doctor Midoriya murmurs, his fingertips digging harshly into your ass. “But you like it, right? Right, puppy? You want me to fuck you, right? Right?”

Goddammit-

“Yes,” you grit, fingers clutching at his broad shoulders while your tail impatiently smacks against his thighs. “Come on, Doc, treat me like the good little puppy I am.”

You should’ve expected this, really. An almost animalistic whimper bursts from the back of his throat as he surges forward, shoving his tongue into your mouth. He tastes like cherry lip balm and the lingering sweetness of a cough drop – it’s an odd mixture, but not one that you dislike. Months of built-up tension are finally breaking free from the dam, desperate movements and slurred words quickly taking over your mind. Doctor Midoriya is somewhat sloppy with his kisses, but the way he sucks on your tongue and grinds his cock into you is heavenly.

Fingers skimming over the swell of his pecs and the rigid lines of his abs, Doctor Midoriya shudders at your fluttering touch. You swallow his moan as your hands drift under the shirt of his scrubs, heated skin and a fine trail of hair greeting your fingertips.

Pulling away, Doctor Midoriya pants heavily as you continue to pet his lower abdomen, his cock twitching beneath you. “Wait, wait,” he breathes, hands inching around towards your front, “can we – Can we touch each other?”

“As long as you keep quiet,” you murmur, tongue flicking across your lower lip. “Don’t want the others to know that Doctor Midoriya is a bad boy, hmm?” At that, a high-pitched groan emits from his chest as you shove your hand under the band of his underwear, hand circling around the base of his cock.

“Fuck, puppy, that feels good…”

Quickly following your lead, he slips a hand into your undies; his strong fingers immediately seek out the sensitive spot of your sex, causing your back to arch into his touch. A low, drawn out curse seeps from your mouth as you feel your arousal starting to coat his fingers.

“I guess being a doctor has its benefits, huh?” Doctor Midoriya mutters, tone dropping into that husky pitch once more. Even more of your arousal practically gushes over his fingers, your insides tightening around nothing. Two can play at this game, dammit.

Soon, the two of you are heavily petting each other, wrists flicking and fingers digging into sensitive flesh perfectly. Both your ears and tail lay flat as you pant into his neck, your thighs beginning to quiver with want. Doctor Midoriya isn’t fairing any better, his cock weeping precum as he mumbles incoherently. Maybe it’s the enticing little pants breaking through his puffy lips, or maybe it’s the sinful schlick schlick of your hand around his fat cock, but fuck do you want him inside of you, fucking you stupid.

“Doctor,” you purr, pushing yourself up onto your knees. “Have I been a good puppy? Will you fuck me with your cock and make me yours?” You nearly smile as he twitches in your hand at your filthy words.

Feebly nodding, Doctor Midoriya reluctantly pulls his hands away from you, opting to yank down his bottoms and underwear so they’re stretched around his meaty thighs instead. Your mouth practically waters at the sight of his cock – darker than the rest of his skin and veiny like his hands, he’s just as big as you expected, maybe even bigger. Still, you hastily yank down your own offensive clothing and slip back onto his lap, hovering over his twitching cock.

Doctor Midoriya thickly swallows. “I’m… I’m clean. You don’t have to worry- Fuck, oh my god!” Slapping a hand over his mouth, he groans deeply as you sheathe yourself on him, eyes nearly rolling towards the back of your head at the stretch. Yeah, he’s definitely huge.

For a moment, you allow yourself to grow used to the feeling of him inside. This is really happening; all caution is being thrown to the wind, repercussions be damned. He’s finally in your grasp, and you don’t plan on letting him go any time soon. “You said you wanted to fuck me, Doctor,” you mutter into his ear, your hips beginning to swivel. “Do it like you mean it.”

Again, that determined expression crosses his features. “With a challenge like that, who I am to decline?” Adjusting his grip on your ass, he easily lifts you up and drops you back on his cock, eliciting a breathy moan to fall from your swollen lips. “Don’t worry, puppy – as your doctor, I’m going to take real good care of you…"