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skzstoryvault · 15 days

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Relax! Take it easy <3 (Hyunjin, a bit spicy)

F! Reader x boyfriend Hyunjin

very short read

one-shot

Hyunjin is sick and exhausted and needs a bit of persuasion to allow himself some time to recover

Hyunjin is also super cute and very whipped for his girl

This story contains some lazy, sleepy sex

This is in no way meant as a commentary on the real persons depicted here. They all deserve the world.

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Hyunjin has been having a bad luck streak lately. First, his voice began to fail him, then his joints and muscles started acting up. He’s had his wisdom teeth extracted and went to a fan event right after and now? Now he has a bad shoulder that hurts with every movement he makes. It comes and goes, the pain, and his doctors don’t know what the cause is or how to treat it just yet.

“Jinnie, you are exhausted, that’s why it feels like you are falling apart. You need to take it easy for a bit. Get a few days of back-to-back rest and good sleep so your body can have the chance to recover...” You tell him, watching him sit curled up miserably at the top of your bed and putting his favorite blanket of yours around his shoulders. “I can’t, Stay will mind.”

“I’m a Stay too and I say I want you happy and recharged, and if I had a choice, I’d rather not see you for a while than see you crumble on stage or dance with tears of pain in your eyes.” “You just say that because you love me.” “Yes! As would anyone who knows you. Jinnie, please. Please rest.” “But Channie-hyung will be upset, and so will Scheduling.” “I’ll make the calls, okay?” “We don’t have anything for Friday and Saturday, maybe I can rest then?”

“I will still call, so they don’t see the free slots and book you anyway.” “Thank you.” Hyunjin says, looking wretched and small from his blanket cocoon. “You know I love you? You care so much, and look after me so well.” “I love you too, Jinnie. A lot-lot, you know?” You give back, leaning in to smooth the hair from his forehead and kiss the clammy skin. On the phone, Chan is, of course, understanding and concerned. The people in Scheduling are a bit more neurotic about the news, but even they are aware that Hyunjin is no good to them in his current state.

When you return to your boyfriend’s side, he is napping with his nose buried into the blanket you gave him. You approach to tuck him in more securely, and he sleepily reaches for you.

“Don’t go, please.” His voice comes out as a creaky, pitiful whisper.

You relent immediately and lie down next to him. He sleepily rearranges himself around you and spreads the blanket over both of you. Not a minute passes before he takes his nose out of the blanket and buries it in the skin at the side of your neck, moving it up and down and side to side, managing to tickle you. “Hey now, rest first. We can horse around later.” You gently chide, running a hand through his hair and scritching his scalp to help him relax. He huffs into your shoulder in protest, but behaves. It’s evening when you wake up, having fallen asleep next to Hyunjin as well. The first thing you become aware of is how hard he is under the thigh you have flung over him. The second is that he’s at least partially awake and covertly rubbing himself against your thigh, holding it in place with one of his hands. His fingers dig into the flesh of your thigh almost desperately, like he’s afraid you will turn to smoke and escape him if he loosens his hold the slightest bit.

He has so much on his plate, your baby. He is trying to please so many people and he neglects himself so much. So him wanting to get off even while still mostly asleep, and wanting to use you to help, softens you to the extreme.

“Baby? Are you with me? How are you feeling?” You ask, lifting your head so you can start peppering sloppy kisses to his lips and around, moving on to nibble on his jaw and neck.

“Sleepy… and hard.” He says, pouting. “Wanna hit.” “So why don’t you? I’m right here. You can just… “ “Mhhh yes, yes. Thank you.” He whispers. “‘m lazy.”

“Shhh, I know. Let me.” You make quick work of his and your underwear, lying back down half on top of him and nuzzling the warm skin of his neck before seeking his lips for a kiss. Your hair falls between you like a curtain, sheltering you from the rest of the world and you blindly, but with sure moves, take him inside you, hissing at the way his cock spreading you open feels. It never gets old - that first breach, the shock to your senses. This time it’s accompanied by a scarily intense spasm of your womb, and that’s undiluted arousal and anticipation on your part as you take all of him in. “Awh, fuck. So deep.” Hyunjin’s voice rings strained. “So… tight. It’s always like the first time with you.”

Another spasm deep inside you, stronger this time, makes you scrunch your features - it’s the same part of you that’s trying to kill you once a month, letting you know you’re aroused off your tits and giving you a spasm of pleasure so intense it nearly swings into pain, making your features contort from how intense it feels. This has nothing to do with how big Hyunjin is inside you or how harsh his thrusts are. It’s just a deeply human, almost petty satisfaction at feeling how good he’s making you feel and that he and not someone else is giving you this much pleasure.

“What was that? Did… did I hurt you? Angle change?” He asks, immediately concerned for you although just seconds ago he was lost to his own enjoyment, eyes closed and head pushed back into the pillow.

“No, no, keep going, it’s just… sometimes some other organs join in my feeling good.”

Hyunjin gasps and indulges your request. You push yourself up with your hands on his t-shirt covered chest, sighing at the change of angle adding yet another layer of sensation. But you don’t sit up straddling him all the way, needing the closeness to get the friction against your clit. “Oh fuck… hell, no!” Hyunjin panics, looking at you apologetically. “I’m- I’m g-g-go… aghhh, fuck-” His losing his composure to how good it feels to be inside you, fucking you, also throws you over the edge. You lean back down, wanting to kiss his moans and unhinged whines into yourself, feeling like a succubus thriving off the stolen pleasure of your willing victim.

All through his high, he keeps his eyes on you, watching you in this absolutely rapt way, reaching up and touching your lips in awe, caressing your cheek, then tracing the gentle contours of your boobs through the fabric of your shirt.

“How are you real? How are you mine?” He whispers, his voice still hoarse and betraying how gone he is. “And you let me come inside you… I feel like I’m desecrating a temple every time.”

You smile, liking how awed his little ramblings get when his mind is completely switched off.

“I’m not complaining. But if it makes you feel better, you can think you’re an ancient Greek. They used to bring erm... seeds as offerings for their goddess of the harvest.” “I want to give you something you can actually use!” Hyunjin says, smiling like the best inspiration ever just struck him. “Soon as I feel better and get up from here… I’ll make you a nice kimchi with no fish guts… and the fattest kimbap roll you’ve ever seen, with the yummiest filling. Maybe even some hotteok too, if I manage. Mhmmmmm. You will have the happiest belly in all of Seoul.” You laugh softly. He’s slipping into a restful sleep, and even now, all he’s thinking of is how he can please you more. “Oh you’re on, mister. Don’t think I won’t hold you to that… but for now, just focus on feeling better.”

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shogunish · 7 months

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𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗴𝗼𝗷𝗼𝘀 & 𝗶. [𝟬𝟰]

synopsis. you got your period & satoru bought too many pads.

words. 996

warnings. reader cusses like once

note. i got my period and thought, hey why not turn this into some cute fluff for the series 😔🤞🏻

comments and reblogs are highly appreciated! <3

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odd.

no calls, no text messages and the ones satoru sent you all remained on delivered.

usually, you’d ask satoru how megumi was doing, ask for pictures of the dogs, but this time it felt like your very presence was erased from the face of earth aka the display of his phone. a coil of worry sat in his abdomen like a snake, just waiting to crawl up his neck and slowly suffocate him before it’d eventually eat him up in one go.

“are you still alive?”

after thirty minutes of no reply, satoru got up from his seat on the couch and made his way over to your apartment. with a spare key — which you’d given him for emergencies — he unlocked your door with a quiet creak. “[name]?” he called out carefully, but got no reply. satoru swore he heard a shuffling of blankets from the living room.

with the curtains half-drawn, only a few sunrays dappled the living room. on the coffee table rested an empty pack of painkillers, a half-empty bottle of water and an empty bowl of chili chips. the tv was still running on the lowest volume, playing some movie satoru didn’t care about; not when you laid on the couch curled in on yourself and buried underneath a fluffy blanket like a hedgehog.

“satoru?” you raised your head from the pillow and rubbed some sleep from your eyes. you’d been taking a nap, satoru guessed.

taking a seat on your couch, satoru peered into your tired eyes and the pained expression painted across your face when you moved. “you look like shit,” he deadpanned, “what’s up? you haven’t been answering any of my messages.”

with a little hiss slipping through your teeth, you sat up on the soft cushion. a hot water bottle was stuffed in the waistline of your sweatpants. “sorry. i got my period and i’ve been feeling like shit all day. thanks for pointing it out, by the way.”

there was a little tug at satoru’s heartstrings when he saw your face so unusually pale and the discomfort in your body. he knew there was little he could do, yet he still asked. “is there anything i can do for you?”

satoru was too good for his own good. he didn’t have to check up on you and make sure you were alright. after all, you were supposed to be nothing but his son’s babysitter. or nanny. or whatever satoru called that arrangement. yet, here he was, in your home and looking at you with eyes that betrayed the worry in his abdomen. how could you refuse such an offer? you couldn’t, that’s how.

“actually..could you fetch me some pads and painkillers? i’d go myself but– oh fuck.”

as another cramp seemed to stab your womb, satoru gently put his palms on the slope of your shoulders and pushed you back down onto the soft cushion of your couch. to see you so out of commission tugged at his heartstrings in way it probably shouldn’t. “say no more. you just rest. i’ll be right back.”

all you managed was an affirmative grunt and a nod of your head before satoru made his way out of your four cozy walls to fetch you some pads and painkillers.

about half an hour later, he came back with a bag of the things you asked for and some salty and sweet snacks as well as some heat patches for your lower back.

“..why’d you get so many pads? these are enough to last me a year.” a smile tugged at the corners of your lips as you pulled out item after item.

satoru shrugged his shoulders, a sheepish smile on his handsome face. “you didn’t specify which pads you needed, so i asked the lady in the aisle for help. well, in the end, i wanted to be sure and bought a little bit of everything.” he filled the bowl on your coffee table with some salty chips and stole one or two chips for his own before letting you have a taste. “i think i did a good job. i made sure all of them have wings, too!”

laughter bubbled in the back of your throat and for a moment, you forgot that your uterus was made of knives – or maybe it was thanks to the painkillers you had swallowed. “yeah. you did the best job.”

when your praise went in his ear like sweet honey and you looked at him with those sweet eyes, satoru swore his heart skipped a beat under his ribs. a feeling he hadn’t felt in so long, but it wasn’t too bad. at least, it was better than the snake of worry in his tummy.

“you didn’t have to buy all these things though,” you said and turned around so satoru could reveal the skin of your lower back. with careful fingers, satoru stuck the heat patches to your skin before pulling your shirt back down.

“you’re right. i didn’t have to, but i wanted to,” satoru replied, sitting back on the couch and casually draping his arm over your shoulder to pull you a bit closer to him. “besides, you looked so miserable that i took pity on you.”

“..i’m gonna pretend like i didn’t hear the last part,” you grumbled and snuggled up to the taller man who took up half of your couch, but you didn’t mind. in fact, you appreciated the warmth he radiated and so willingly shared with you.

satoru found a piece of home as you were cuddled into his side and watched the movie running on tv. how sweet it was to have a pretty woman in his arm, finding amusement in the silly lines of the characters and eventually snoring away on his shoulder like it was where you belonged.

satoru made a mental note to come by in four weeks again when your period would start just so you’d let him cuddle you.

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gyeomsweetgyeom · 1 year

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[12:14 am]

It was getting increasingly harder and harder for your eyes to stay open. The bright light from the tv or the plot of the show weren’t doing their intended job of keeping you awake as you had hoped.

Jeno had originally told you that he would be home 3 hours ago and then it got pushed back more and more. First he had to record his lines, then their new choreographer wanted to practice just the chorus, which then became practicing the pre chorus. Then Jeno’s manager wasn’t there to give him a ride and everyone had gone home so he had to wait for his manager to go and get him.

By the time Jeno trudged through the door of your shared apartment you were peacefully curled asleep on the couch. His shoulders sagged, he felt bad seeing as how you had clearly been waiting for him to come home. He knew it was out of his control but it didn’t help seeing you curled up in the couch and not the comfort of your bed.

He shook your shoulder lightly, “baby, let’s go to bed.”

Your eyes blinked open slowly, “Jeno? What time is it?”

“Time for bed, let’s go,” Jeno replied quietly, helping you get up before he turned off the tv and folded the blanket you usually kept on the couch.

You settled under the covers, watching as Jeno slowly shuffled around the room getting into his pajamas. He finally slid under the covers and laid his head on your shoulder while he laid on his side. His eyelids were low, you could clearly see how exhausted he was.

He began mumbling on and on about how long the day was. One thing led to another and suddenly he was working with half an hour until the new day. He was relived however that they only had dance practice the next day for a few hours. As he spoke you gently dragged your nails up and down his back, “we get… get to go in… afternoon.”

You continued to gently scratch his back until he was lightly snoring and sound asleep. You couldn’t fight the silent, sleepy chuckle at just how easily Jeno fell asleep. All it took was a soft series of scratches down his back and he would be out within 2 minutes. It worked like a charm every single time. When he had long days like today, when he was sick, when he was a little crabby and needed a nap to reset his attitude, he would simple lay himself on your side and place your hand on his back to give you the cue that he wanted you to scratch his back.

There were even times where he’d tell you that he wished he could bring you on tour with him when jet lag was kicking his butt. One time Jaemin even told you that Jeno had sheepishly asked him- and made Jaemin swear he’d never tell anyone- to scratch his back. Though it didn’t take the usual 2 minutes for him to sleep, because Jaemin “didn’t have the touch,” Jeno did fall asleep after 15 minutes.

You couldn’t stop laughing at the thought of Jaemin whispering it to you and Jeno’s embarrassed red cheeks when you brought it up. Current Jeno on your shoulder hummed sleepily while one eye blinked open. You stopped laughing quickly, shushing him like you would a baby, and continuing the scratching down his back while you apologized for unintentionally waking him up.

Jeno wrapped an arm around your waist, his thumb rubbing small circles on your hip bone. You eased him to sleep while the lazy circles on your hip eased you back into slumber. Before you knew it you were both knocked out, having put each other into a restful night of sleep.

a/n: very short one this week, enjoy! :)

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scriberye · 2 months

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LEMAN RUSS x F!READER ──────────⚠️ fluff

Got baby fever from @lemon-russ's baby pictures. Pabbi is the Icelandic version of 'dad'.

Leman stood in the center of the forest clearing, his eyes scanning the treeline for any sign of a threat. His children, his little wolf pack, roamed the area, picking flowers for their mother, and his instincts were on high alert.

The two oldest, Einar and Sigrún, were further away, picking their flowers with more care. They were already showing signs of his Primarch genes influencing their growth. Einar, a smaller version of his father, had the strength to rival the neophytes. Sigrún was just as tall and strong, carrying herself with the same grace and poise of her mother.

The youngest, Astrid, toddled around, safe in her father’s shadow. Though Leman was certain she could wrestle a wolf already if she pleased. She squatted down and yanked at the wildflowers with chubby little hands, pulling it from the ground, roots and all. Straightening up, she huffed and pushed bouncy blonde curls out of her face. Leman melted at the adorable sight.

“Pabbi!” called the middle child, Björn, wriggling with excitement and holding up a handful of buttercups for Leman to see. “Look at these, pabbi! They’re yellow!”

Leman crouched down to examine the flowers closely. “Ohh, how pretty! Your mother will love them.” He ruffled the child’s already wild mane of hair. Björn giggled, grinning from ear to ear, proudly displaying his two missing teeth.

“All right! Let’s head home!” Leman called out to Einar and Sigrún, the two obediently making their way back to their father.

Leman scooped Astrid up with ease, tucking her in the crook of his arm. He grabbed Björn with the other hand, swinging him up and onto his shoulder, chuckling at the boy’s laughter. With his little wolves gathered up, they began the trek back home.

You sat by the fire, enjoying the warmth, with a hand resting gently over your very round belly. The babe was due any day now. A commotion outside drew your attention. The doors flew open and Björn charged in, his little face flushed with excitement and the chill of being out in the snow.

“Mamma! We got you flowers!” Björn shouts, breathless as he sprinted over to you, presenting his bright yellow little buttercups.

“Oh, my! Look at how beautiful they are! Thank you, Björn,” you said, taking the flowers and inhaling the simple fragrance. You placed a gentle kiss on your energetic little boy’s forehead. For a moment, he squirmed in place, obviously wanting to stay at your side, but the call of toys was irresistible and he took off.

Leman smiled, gently placing Astrid down near you. The sight of you, so loved by him and the children, always warmed his hearts. Astrid waddled over to you, little hand holding out the mangled bouquet of wildflowers.

“Thank you, my little love,” you said, accepting her flowers. You shook out some of the dirt that still clung to the roots. Astrid babbled nonsense before trotting off to a pile of furs. She dropped into them, rolling around until she found a comfortable spot for a nap. Who knew flower-picking could be so exhausting?

Next was Einar. His collection of flowers nearly took your breath away. They all worked together in harmony, each color and shape complimenting each other. He clearly put a lot of thought and care into arranging them.

“Thank you, Einar. It’s beautiful.”

His cheeks turned red, and he quickly shuffled away, mumbling something that sounded suspiciously like ‘you’re welcome’.

Last was Sigrún, she stepped forward and rolled her eyes at Einar’s behavior. Her bouquet was just as impressive as Einar’s, and it impressed you how keen their eye for beauty was.

“Thank you, Sigrún,” you said, taking the flowers. “They’re wonderful.”

Sigrún ran her hand nervously over the long braid that hung over her shoulder. “I’m glad you like them, Mamma,” she said with a smile before slipping away to hide in her room.

Leman knelt beside you, his hand coming to rest over yours on your belly. “How are you feeling, my love?”

“Exhausted, but happy,” you answered, leaning over to kiss him sweetly. If the fire and furs couldn’t warm you, Leman’s kisses surely could. You reached up to stroke his jaw, and he leaned his forehead against yours.

“And where is your gift, my dear wolf king?”

Leman’s eyes twinkled with mischief. “Where else? In my pants, of course.”

“Leman!”

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justastraymoa · 1 month

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ADVENTURES WITH CHEESE EXTENDED EDITION PT 7

The air was thick in the apartment today. It started when Bin came home in a bad mood. He nearly slammed the door closed and even left his shoes in a pile by the door instead of putting them away properly like he usually does.

He brushed Cheeses affectionate hellos away and passed by me in the living room without a word before closing his bedroom door and locking it audibly.

I chewed on my lip staring at his door for a minute debating on whether I should offer any help or leave him be. In the end the locked door was a clear sign that he wanted to be left alone.

I gave Cheese some extra scritches when he came up on the couch with a questioning meow. He wasn’t used to being ignored by anyone in this household. And Bin was just downright cold to him. Poor baby’s feelings were hurt.

The other 3 came home together not long after. Bin was still in his room and besides a few clunks and noises of life from inside the room he had been quiet.

“He is here! What the fuck!” Lino snapped flinging a hand towards the sloppily discarded shoes Bin left in the doorway.

Chan grabbed the shoes and put them where they belonged without a word. His face was a blank mask, very unlike him. You could usually read his emotions on his face if you knew how to look properly. He had long since stopped trying to hide when he was in the apartment, instead letting the rest of us in to help him when he needed it. Something I was very proud of him for. Showing vulnerability and asking for help is very hard. Especially for Chan who was leader and felt he had to be perfect and take care of everyone else before himself.

Hyune was also quiet, but his emotions showed well. He was down. His eyes looked dull with exhaustion and sadness. He walked around a still mumbling Lino and beelined for me on the couch.

Without a word he curled up next to me and hid his face in my stomach, wrapping his arms around my waist tightly. I gently started playing with his hair, dragging my nails lightly along his scalp and petting soothingly down his neck and spine.

I looked up at Chan as he set his stuff down and settled in. “What happened? You guys okay?”

He sighed heavily. “Yeah, we are fine. It was just a really bad day.”

Lino stalked past and went to his room slamming his door closed behind him. I flinched at the sound and Cheese crouched close to the floor and scurried under the chair.

“I’ll order dinner in. Any requests?” I pulled my phone out with my free hand, keeping the other one moving in Hyunes hair. His arms were relaxed around my waist now, so hopefully playing with his hair was helping.

Chan passed by and kissed the top of my head affectionately. “Not really. Whatever sounds good to you is fine. Thank you, y/n.”

I ended up ordering enough BBQ to feed 10 of us. BBQ felt like a good comfort food to have today.

When the food arrived Hyune was sleeping on my lap, Bin and Lino were still in their rooms, and Chan was puttering around the house picking at things and doing chores that didn’t really need to be done, just to stay busy.

Chan moved to open the door and Hyune nuzzled into my stomach sleepily, the doorbell having woken him from his nap. “Time for dinner, hun.” I told him quietly gently rubbing his back to help keep him from falling back asleep. He hummed but didn’t open his eyes or make a move to get up.

“Help me set up, Hyunjin.” Chan ordered from the kitchen.

The sleepy man in my lap groaned but sat up slowly. I patted him on the back before getting up to get the others from their room.

I started with Bin, who I hoped had time enough to decompress now. Knocking gently, I called that dinner was ready through the door. There was an affirmative noise on the other side, so I moved on to Linos’s door.

It swung open before I could knock making me jump a foot in the air and clutch my chest like some swooning maiden. “Dammnit Lino, you scared the crap out of me!”

“Dinners ready. Yeah, I heard.” Lino intoned before slipping past me.

I sighed deeply. This was going to be a fun night. Not.

I’m glad everyone seemed to be in a better mood today. They seemed to be able to shake off whatever funk they got themselves into and were now back to normal. Well normal for them at least.

I really was absolutely sure that Cheese was attacking Lino because Lino scared him when he slammed the door. I wouldn’t be shocked if he attacked Bin too for ignoring him.

And I was not about to tell Chan that I had gotten in contact with his sister, and we had a very long message chain filled with embarrassing pictures and stories. Also, useful things like recipes from his childhood I could make him when he needed it. Things he wouldn’t feel the need to tell anyone because he was always the one taking care of everyone else.

We all had a few days off coming up. How our days off lined up is unknown. It’s a downright miracle. And we all agreed that we planned on doing absolutely nothing but hang around the apartment and chill.

Chan was hanging out with some other friends and Lino was making a trip home to see everyone while he had time.

I was hanging in my room. I repotted some of the plant Cheese destroyed that I got to grow roots again. This time I put it in a more secure location so Cheese would not get into it. The poor thing had been through enough trauma.

Speaking of Cheese. I looked around the room for him, suddenly realizing I hadn’t seen him for a while. It was unlike him, but maybe he was hanging with someone else. I was sure Hyune was here, but I wasn’t sure about Bin.

Cheese liked to curl up on Hyunes lap while he painted sometimes. So maybe that is where he was. I pulled my phone out from the covers where I threw it earlier and pulled up our group chat. I didn’t feel like shouting through the apartment and shattering the peace we had going on.

While I waited for everyone to respond I started walking around the apartment looking in all Cheeses usual sleeping spots. All the places he liked to hide, even in the bedrooms of Chan and Lino. Chan’s bed was his new favorite place to sleep. With Chans insomnia he was up when no one else was for pets and cuddles. He took advantage of that.

Bin and Hyune came out of their rooms almost immediately after it was confirmed no one had Cheese. Hyune went around the apartment checking the same spots I did, just to make sure I didn’t miss him.

Bin came over to me and pulled me into a hug, rubbing my back in comfort as I quickly lost control of my breathing and started tearing up.

This wasn’t happening again! I couldn’t go a night without knowing if he was okay again, I barely made it the first time!

And it was so much more dangerous around here than it was at our old place. There was more foot traffic than car traffic at our old apartment. And I knew of several people in that neighborhood that fed the stray cats that roamed around catching mice and rats.

Here no one liked stray cats. I had witnessed people kicking some of the ones who came around occasionally. It absolutely broke my heart then, and now they could be doing it to Cheese! My baby Cheese!

A/N: and the angst starts as our favorite troublemaker goes missing!

Thank you for reading and interacting. One or both, doesn’t matter, I appreciate it all.

I hope you enjoyed it. See you next time! 😉

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arabzian · 10 months

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jjk men during your period

(tags: Geto, Choso and Nanami ! it's them being soft with their partner, reader has really painful cramps and they try to help them to get better <3, it's all fluff ><)

Geto is a very caring person and also very aware of what's going on at that time of the month. He notices everything, including symptoms: tiredness, irritability, acne, appetite, etc. So he's getting ready to be more patient than usual, to cook dishes that contain lots of iron and to talk to you gently. He's always very kind and gentle with you (which he doesn't show to others), but this time it's even more visible. This time, you're having your period at work, so you called him, crying discreetly in the toilets, and he came straight to pick you up in his car. You'd barely spoken to him that morning, so he knew it was only a matter of time before you got your period. He understands that he has to be patient with you and he doesn't mind that you're so bitter during this period. He often thinks about how hard it must be to be a woman.

Choso's a bit shy about it. In fact, he's afraid of upsetting you even more. So the first month he saw you menstruating, he was really worried because your cramps seem really painful. So he read articles on the internet and found out what he could do to ease the pain. He quickly went and bought a hot water bottle, some medicinal plants and something to eat. Choso caught you in your room, the shutters closed and your body curled up in pain. He filled the hot water bottle with scalding water and placed it on your stomach, ventilated the room and asked you if you were feeling well. You smiled and thanked him for being so kind and assured him that everything was fine, even though your face said otherwise. Choso then tidied up your apartment, did the cooking and then came and lay down next to you for a nap. He's so good to you, you felt bad for talking to him so badly this morning.

It was extremely embarrassing. You were sleeping next to Nanami and then suddenly you felt contractions all over your stomach: the sheet was full of blood. It was your first month with Nanami and your period had to come unexpectedly. It was the middle of the night, you started to panic and you soon felt that your pyjamas were also full of blood. Nanami is a very light sleeper, so when he felt you fidgeting he woke up and saw you sitting on the edge of the bed. "What's going on?" he asked softly. "nothing, don't worry!" He sits up in turn to see a spot where you were lying. He then guesses that you've just had your period, he then gets up and starts to remove the sheets. "Nanami, I'm so sorry, you're working tomorrow, you've got to go back to sleep…" "It doesn't matter, go and have a shower, I'll take care of everything". you felt very uncomfortable making him clean everything up when he was only getting up in 2 hours.

You took a shower, put on a pad and a new pair of pyjamas. When you came out of the bathroom, Nanami was putting new sheets on. "Come back to bed princess". "where are you going?" "I'm going to get your hot water bottle, come back to sleep you need it". Honestly, you wondered if you deserved someone as kind as Nanami.

#nanami kento headcanons #geto headcanons #choso headcanons #jjk headcanons #jjk fanfic #jujutsu kaisen choso #nanami x reader #geto x reader #anime imagines

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boldlyspeedydreamerreturns · 8 months

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VoxVal fic time.

Was supposed to post this last week, but the new episodes came out and I got distracted. This was actually a request from a mutual. Enjoy 😊

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Vox threw open the door of his bedroom and flopped down on the large bed with a groan. It had been a very long day. It seemed like every other time he turned around something else was going wrong or someone needed his attention. His battery was almost completely drained. He laid there motionless for several minutes trying to decide if he should make the effort to put on his pajamas or just pass out. He heard the door open and close again. He barely turned his head enough to see Valentino standing beside the bed.

“Vox? You alive? You're on my side again, roll over.”

“Roll me over yourself, I'm too tired.” Val huffed and sat on the edge of the bed next to Vox.

“Long day?” Vox rolled his eyes at Val’s question.

“No, not at all. Why do you ask?”

“No need to get sarcastic, brat.”

“Val please…I'm really not in the mood right now.” Vox turned his head to be face down on the pillow. Valentino sighed and stood up, walking over to the other side of the bed and getting in next to Vox.

“Hey…” Val put a hand on Vox’s back, making the TV demon look up at him.

“You…want me to do that thing you like? You know, that always makes you smile.” Vox knew exactly what Val was talking about.

“Don't you dare. I'm not in the mood to have my circuits overloaded.” Valentino took this as a challenge, moving his hand up and down Vox’s back playfully.

“Are you sure, sweetie? You always like it.” Vox curled his body away from Val's touch.

“Seriously Val, it's been…a day. I just wanna relax.” Val sighed again and laid down next to Vox, inching closer to him.

“Fine fine, I won't do it. Do you want to talk about it?”

“Not really. Right now I just want some quiet.” Val wrapped all four of his arms around Vox, pulling him close, making Vox the little spoon. Vox sighed and let himself relax against Valentino. The two stayed that way for a long while until Vox turned around, tucking his screen head under Val's chin.

“I'm really tired, Val.”

“Then take a nap, Voxxy. I'll be here when you wake up.”

“No, that's not what I mean. I just…” Vox felt himself starting to shake. He hugged onto Valentino tighter.

“I'm tired of everything. Of the company, of the attention, of the responsibility, everything. I just…wanna disappear.” Val was shocked by Vox's confession. Valentino rubbed his back gently.

“Vox…please don't. I know everything can be overwhelming. Fuck, I have no room to talk, I'm overwhelmed all the time. But…if you disappeared…” Vox looked up just in time to see tears pricking in the corners of Valentino’s eyes.

“Val…”

“I know I can be an ass. I know I don't always take things seriously and sometimes…I take you for granted. But, I don't know what I'd do with myself if you were just…gone. I'm sorry.” Vox reached up, wiping away the tears from Val's eyes.

“I love you, Vox. I know I don't say it enough, but I do. And I'll say it more if you want. Just…please don't talk like that again…please.” Vox sighed softly and curled up against Valentino more.

“I love you too, Valentino. More than I probably should, but still, I love you. And…I'm sorry if I scared you just now. I do want to disappear sometimes. To just go away and not think about the responsibilities that are constantly on my shoulders. But…I won't actually leave. Not if it means leaving you behind.” Vox smiled up at Val. Valentino smiled back, leaning down and kissing Vox’s screen where his mouth was.

Val kissed all over Vox's screen, making the TV demon laugh. They stayed in each other's arms for a long while.

“If you ever do actually decide to leave everything behind, let me know so I can follow you. We'll disappear together. Velvet can handle things on her own.” Vox laughed again at Valentino's words.

“Maybe it's not disappearing completely, but I could definitely use a vacation at the very least.” Vox tucked his head back under Val's chin. Valentino smiled and hugged Vox tighter.

“I could get on board with that. Things have been insane in the studio lately.” The two shared a laugh. Vox yawned.

“Something to talk about later. I really do need to get some rest.”

“Alright my love. Sleep well.” Val kissed Vox one more time before getting comfortable, pulling the blanket over them, both slowly falling asleep.

Neither seemed to notice they were both still in their regular clothes, but it didn't seem to matter.

#voxval #staticmoth #hazbin hotel #hazbin vox #hazbin valentino #ship fic

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holly-the-trash-writer · 2 years

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Stars in Her Eyes

Eleventh Doctor x Fem!Reader

Written for an annonymous ask. I hope you enjoy it!

Synopsis: When Y/n prefers to stay in bed instead of going on an adventure, the Doctor does everything he can to cheer her up.

Word Count: 1,275

A/N: Taking requests for Eleven fics!! xo

“So, where to next? Eh?” The Doctor bounced on his toes as he flicked switches on the console, “I know a great planet in the Mutter’s Spiral where the grass is pink, the sand is crystal and the sea is purple.”

He turned to face Y/n who was sitting on the glass stairs, she was looking down at the ground her hand held her head as she wrested her arms on her legs, her eyebrows were furrowed, lips down in a frown.

“Why is your face like that?” he frowned.

Y/n was broken out of her thoughts, “What?”

The Doctor wiggled his fingers at her face, “You’re all scrunched up. It looks weird. Stop it." He comes over to her and grabs both hands softly, “Come on. Anywhere in space and time. Where do you want to go?”

She thought for a moment before slowly standing, “I think... I want to go to bed.”

The Doctor stopped, “Bed? All of time and space and you want a nap?”

She nodded and turned to make her way up the stairs, her movements sluggish, “Yeah.”

The Tardis dinged and he span to look at the console, “I didn’t do anything!”

She then whirred harshly and the Doctor raised his hands in surrender, “Alright. What do you suggest we do?”

With a final mechanical whir, the Doctor grinned, he clapped his hands and kissed the glass, “Oh, you beauty.”

He turned and ran down the glass steps, clapping his hands while running to the kitchen, “Okay. I need, I need, I need recipes, a large chef’s hat, a green whisk, an apron that says kiss the cook and Mary Berry. We have work to do.”

With Mary at his side, they baked up a storm; cookies, brownies, apple tarts, jelly babies and a large box of Jammie Dodgers. He did get the side eye from Mary when he made fish fingers and a bowl of custard.

Mary smiled as the Doctor led her back out of the Tardis again, “You know, dear. I’ve never seen you so smitten before.” she took the Doctor’s hand and patted it with her own, “She must be very special.”

The Doctor grinned and kissed her hand, “The most special girl in the world.”

“Until next time, Doctor.”

After Mary left, he leapt round and ran to the console, “Come on then, old girl, let’s show our girl some stars.” He flipped the lever with a hyper, “Geronimo!” as he trusted the Tardis to guide them to the perfect spot.

Y/n was curled up in bed, not sleeping, not thinking, just lying there. She felt so silly. Lying in bed moping when there was the most amazing man out there who was ready to show her things that she’s never even dreamed of. An alien who owned her heart as she owned both of his. Someone who would do anything for her and instead of being with him she was lying in bed MOPING.

She was startled out of her pity party by five swift knocks on her door before it opened and the Doctor poked his head in.

“Hello!” he grinned.

His smile was infectious and she couldn’t help but smile back, “Hello.”

“How do you feel? Better?”

Y/n sat up, “Yeah a bit.”

The Doctor clapped, “Good. Put a coat on and let’s go.”

“Where?”

He grinned and booped her nose, “If I tell you, it won’t be a secret. Coat. Now.” he clicked his fingers and like a whirlwind he was gone again.

Curiosity got the better of her and she got up, pulled on her trainers and a jacket before running out after him.

He was standing waiting for her by the door of the Tardis, leaning against the door, arms folded and a smirk gracing his lips. When he saw her running down the stairs his hearts skipped.

“What are we doing, Doctor?” she smiled gently as she walked over to him.

He held out his hand, “Trust me?”

“Always.” she reached out and placed her hand in his, feeling him squeezing tight as he pulled her out the door of the Tardis.

Y/n gasped as she looked around. They were on the planet that the Doctor told her about. The crystal sand, purple water, the grass on the hills were bubble-gum pink and she stared in complete awe. The moon was high in the sky which made the crystals twinkle like stars.

“Oh, my, Doctor.” looking around she saw he was standing a few feet away. A large blanket at his feet and a wicker basket. “Doctor?”

He waved her over enthusiastically before sitting cross-legged on the blanket.

Y/n walked through the grass and sat next to the Doctor on the blanket. “Is this... are we... Doctor is this a picnic?”

The Doctor rolled his eyes, “Of course it’s a picnic what else could it possibly be?” He gave Y/n a look up and down, “Are you sure you’re alright.” he took out his sonic screwdriver and scanned her up and down before Y/n slapped it away.

“I’m fine, Doctor.” she shrugged, “I just didn’t take you for a picnic kind of... alien.”

The Doctor fidgeted as he took out things from the basket, “Well, this isn’t for me.”

Y/n frowned, “What?”

“I know you love stars.” The Doctor whispered.

Y/n’s heart almost burst, he took her here to try and cheer her up. She smiled as she pointed to the sand, “They do look so much like stars.”

The Doctor chuckled, “No, darling.” He slowly leaned forward and gently placed his hands on her cheeks and he tilted her head up.

She gasped.

The sky was impossible. She could see galaxies, the swirling of colours, the stars. Oh, she’s never seen anything like it. It was like she could reach out her hand and touch the sky.

And that was the feeling you always have when you’re in love with the Doctor.

The Doctor was smiling as he watched her eyes fly around the sky, trying to take everything in at once. Committing it all to memory so she could never forget it.

The stars reflected into her eyes and they sparkled like the brightest galaxy. The Doctor’s jaw dropped as he realised that he was gazing at the most beautiful thing in the world. The most beautiful thing in every world.

“Oh, Doctor. It’s beautiful.” she breathed.

The Doctor never looked away from her face, “Yes, it is.”

Y/n looked at him and chuckled. “Doctor! You’re not even looking.”

He gently rubbed his thumbs against her cheekbones, “I don’t need to.”

“Because you’ve seen it before?”

The Doctor chuckled, “No. I’m already looking at the most beautiful thing. It’s sitting here, right here in front of me.”

Before Y/n could stutter out a reply the Doctor leaned forward and pressed his lips to her ear, “I’m going to kiss you now.” He whispered slowly, his voice deeper than usual.

He pulled back and leaned into Y/n’s space, capturing her lips in a deep kiss. The feeling of her lips against his own made him want to give her the sun if she asked for it. Even if she didn’t, he would still give it to her.

He tangled his long fingers into her hair, the other stayed cupping her cheek as she clutched the lapels of his jacket.

That’s where they stayed, neither of them sure how long.

Kissing under the stars.

Sharing fish fingers and custard.

Eating Jammie Dodgers while lying side by side, hand in hand, to stare at the sky.

The Doctor and Y/n.

The greatest love story in the universe.

Y/n moaned as she ate a brownie, "Doctor! This tastes amazing! There is no way you made this!" she giggles.

The Doctor grinned as he took his own bite, talking with his mouth full, "If I told you who did, you wouldn't believe me."

#11th doctor #doctor who x reader #eleventh doctor x y/n #eleventh doctor x reader #doctor who #eleventh doctor #eleventhdoctor #fanfiction

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jungle-angel · 10 months

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The Bookworms' Nest: Part 2 (Bob Floyd x Reader)

Summary: Even over the holiday break, you and Bob always find a way to make your home your own cozy nest and prep for a lesson in between

Warnings: Mentions of breastfeeding, mentions of pregnancy etc.

Tagging:@bobfloydsbabe

You hummed along to the Christmas music playing from the little bluetooth speaker in the kitchen as you set up all of yours and Bob's Christmas decorations. Auggie lay right next to you on his little sleeping cushion, wriggling and stretching his arms and legs and his coos reaching your ears.

"Pumpkin for the last time, OUT!" Bob thundered from the home library.

With a cheeky little meow, you spotted your black cat trotting out from the library with the usual amount of neon pink sticky notes still stuck to her fur as Bob wheeled the chalkboard out of the library and into the living room.

"Still taking notes?" you chuckled.

Bob rolled his eyes and shook his head. "I'm telling you (y/n), The Silmarillion is almost IMPOSSIBLE to dissect," he said. "How the hell are we supposed to do a main lesson on this?"

"I've been asking myself that same question since the beginning of the lesson block," you chuckled.

Bob let out a loud, annoyed groan and rolled his eyes. "Can we at least do a practice run with it?"

"Bob we're on vacation until January," you laughed. "You really wanna focus on that right now?"

"Baby I just wanna keep the skills sharp," Bob answered.

You were about to say something when Auggie began to whimper and Pumpkin began meowing as she curled around the baby's little sleeping cushion. "Well, somebody's hungry," you chuckled.

"The boob or the bottle?" Bob asked you.

"Bottle's in the fridge, just needs to be warmed up."

In a flash he was off and returned a minute later. "C'mon buddy, I've gotcha," Bob said to Auggie, carefully lifting him into the curve of his elbow before Auggie eagerly latched onto the bottle and sucked it back.

Bob smiled at the tiny little baby in his arms, his face half hidden by both the bottle and the white Irish knit blanket that had once been Bob's when he had been that little. You and Bob of course had considered your students at school to be like your own kids, so when you had found out that you were pregnant with Auggie, it was almost as though sixteen other teenagers were gaining a baby brother.

You took a break from setting up the decorations to throw another log into the fireplace, the flames crackling as it spat embers and sparks up the chimney, but oh was the house toasty and warm as ever. You began putting out some of the little needle-felted snowmen, gnomes, fairies and figurines that you and some of the kindergarten and preschool teachers had made for the Christmas and Yuletide fair at school. Of course Bob's favorite was always the little Celtic Santa in his green robes and twisting, knotty staff that Bob's Meemaw had made long before he was born.

"Shhhhh, my little lovebug," he whispered, gently patting Auggie's back. "Go back to sleep, it's cold out and Momma and Daddy need to do their thing too."

Bob very carefully placed Auggie back onto his sleeping cushion but Auggie's whimpers still didn't cease until Bob gently placed his hand on his son's little belly, calming him in an instant.

"What?" he asked when he saw the look on your face.

"Bob......?"

"Ah! Hold it, you remember what Doctor Zimmer said," Bob informed you. "She specifically said no sex for six weeks after birth."

You mouthed a curse which had Bob both smiling and wiggling his eyebrows. "Alright, I'll put him upstairs for a nap and then we can get down to business," you said.

As soon as Auggie had been brought upstairs and tucked into his warm nest of a crib in his nursery, you were back downstairs to finish decorating and help Bob with his lecture.

"Alright babes," he said, finally having finished wiping down the chalkboard with a wet rag. "What's the first part of the book?"

"Ainulindalë, the creation of Eä and the birth of the Valar," you answered.

Bob drew in a breath and let it out. "You ready for this marathon?" he chuckled.

"Ready as I'll ever be," you laughed.

#top gun maverick #robert bob floyd #bob floyd x reader #teacher!bob floyd #teacher!bob x teacher!reader

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safetycar-restart · 8 months

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I’m back with little!asks!

I’m aware that this topic may make people uncomfortable so I’ll give a little preview: this ask talks about simulated breastfeeding and general baby-age little!care. So, please stop now if that will make you uncomfortable.

As we know, little!Arthur regresses very little, and therefore relies on his mama to care for him. So, imagine for Christmas or perhaps even the anniversary of their little/caregiver relationship. His mama gifts him a breastfeeding simulator, explaining that now, he can curl up on his mama’s lap and just latch onto her to his hearts content. Just imagine rocking him back and forth, rubbing his back while he relaxes against his mama.

Equally, you know those long pieces of material that allow babies to hang from their parents against their chest. What if there was one designed for littles. I think that whenever a little was overwhelmed or sick, or just wants to rest, their mama would put them in that just sing to them. This whole idea is so cute to me. Little Arthur or Charles just pressed up against their mama’s chest as happy as can be able to calm down against their heartbeat and sleep if necessary 🥺

-🎞️

Aw yes the return of the little!au!! For anyone new, the little au is different from just discussing little drivers because in the AU, everyone in the world is either a little or a caregiver, in the same way that the d/s au is different from just discussing sub!drivers.

Firstly, I think things like breastfeeding simulators (which I had to google by the way) would probably be quite commonplace in this AU? Because it’s not uncommon to have littles who regress very young and who would enjoy and benefit from their caregiver using one of them.

Because of how young Arthur regresses, it would definitely be something you had been considering buying. And when your anniversary came up, it just made sense?

Arthur is a little confused when you show him it, but when you explain he’s instantly smiling and blushing because he knows that when he regresses he would LOVE it.

The next day he regresses and you get to try it out for the first time with him. Honestly the biggest hassle is just getting it on because you can’t hold him at the same time which makes poor little Arthur very unhappy. He’s too little to understand his mama is getting something ready so that he can snuggle even nicer than before, all he knows is he can see his mama doing something with her top and she won’t come over and give him snuggles!!!

Luckily you figure it out pretty quickly and you can join a Arthur in bed. The moment you’re with him he instantly forgets all about how he was upset before because his mama is here!!

You have to explain to him again that he can latch on now and suckle, because the poor little thing doesn’t quite understand. Yes you explained this to Arthur earlier, but that was when he was in his adult headspace and little Arthur can’t remember that!!

In the end you just gently take his head and direct him to the nipple and he wears his lips around it all on his own. He suckles a little, like it’s a dummy and that’s when the milk comes and oh! Oh he likes it!! He squirms so happily in your lap, humming a little cause it feels so nice!!

He falls asleep like that of course, all nicely cuddled up.

And I love the idea of having those wrap things for adult littles as well. Obviously they’re too heavy to physically carry, but there’s so much added security and safety from just laying or sitting with their caregiver and being all wrapped up like that.

I think that’s something that little!charles in particular just loves? He definitely naps the best like that, feeling so nice and safe.

I’m actually unsure if little!arthur would like it, mostly because I think he wriggles around a lot? He’s a very squirmy little boy!! And so being wrapped so close like that can stop him from being able to and make him feel a little claustrophobic. Unlike Charles who just instantly falls asleep.

#little!au #little!driver/rider #little!charles #little!arthur #cl #al #gn!reader #soft soft vibes #🎞️

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8-rae-rae-8 · 8 months

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What if like calico cat pet regressor soap and German shepherd pet regressor ghost, Soaps just trying to take a nap after accidentally pulling an all-nighter (and is frustrated by lack of sleep) but Ghost is way too full of energy and just wants to hangout and play with Soap (I just thought of this)

You get angst too

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To say he was annoyed was an understatement.

Ghost was being loud again after Soap had made it incredibly clear how tired he was.

Not sleeping the night before, then work, and now an energy filled Simon exhausted him to the bone. Even his head pounded. The bed called for him, but Simon wouldn't stop moving or trying to get Soap's attention.

He knew it wasn't his fault he was so high energy. With nothing to do all day, and being off on leave from what Ghost called a minor injury, he was practically bouncing off the walls with need to do something. Anything.

That meant Ghost was nuzzling up to Johnny, licking his cheeks or nudging him for attention. He'd only cease as he got affection. Head pats, praise, hugs. He didn't even stop when Soap tried to hiss or move back.

Johnny kept huffing, and moving away. Neither of them cared to get out of bed though. He pet Simon, kissed his head or gave him a small purr just to get him off his back. But Simon didn't give in. He didn't stop, the whines just got louder with complaint. Any other day, Soap would be happy to play, he just wanted to rest now.

He gave a loud, long meow as Ghost pawed at him. The most he got in return was a guilty look, and a small whimper. As much as he felt bad for it, Simon finally stopped. The pup curled up at Johnny's side, giving him the most pitiful look. Soap was sure there would be tears if Ghost wasn't still trying to inch closer.

And Soap hissed.

It wasn't Ghost's fault he needed the attention so bad, he knew Simon trusted him to get attention from. He'd been alone all day, it made sense. Johnny was just so damn tired. But they were both regressing, more and more as the other pushed back against any attempts to get away or cuddle closer.

It felt bad. The way Ghost squirmed back. If he had puppy ears, they'd be pinned back in distress. Simon gave a sad whimper, as he pressed his head against her shoulder simply. No pushing.

Johnny finally took a deep breath. His eyes felt sore just from having them open so long. Very slowly, he closed them.

And it was a false sense of security to think he could sleep. Ghost was immediately nuzzling back up again. Putting more pressure on him than necessary. Johnny's eyes shot open at that, biting back the urge to growl.

Teeth nipped gently at Soap's shirt. Not trying to pull it off, but trying to get him to play. But the slight nervousness, and fear glimmered in Simon's eyes. He wanted attention, still. Somehow he looked sorry and energetic at the same time. Those looks didn't often mix with Ghost.

Johnny pushed his head back, and then flipped over on his side, back to Simon.

The loudest whine came from Simon at that.

Soap closed his eyes and tried to rest. There was still movement behind him. The occasional nuzzle, or nip at his clothes.

But eventually, after god knows how long, Simon settled down and simply pressed back against Soap. He didn't pull, he didn't whine. But maybe that was from fear of upsetting Soap. The kind of pup that flinched at fast movements, or pinned his ears back at the sound of disappointment or anger. He was a good boy, Soap told him many times, but sometimes he couldn't help but be disruptive.

It was okay again, quiet and calm, Soap noted.

Finally, finally, his eyes could stay closed. Johnny relaxed. It all melted off of him for now. Simon was sturdy behind him, the pup's face tucked behind his neck. Soft and shallow breaths so close to his ear. It wasn't steady, but Soap knew Simon hardly ever was. He didn't think much of it.

Instead, he slept. As his body ached for him to do. Johnny let everything darken completely.

Ghost was quiet the next time he woke, and the morning after that.

#call of duty #simon ghost riley #cod #john soap mactavish #cod mw2 #soapghost #ghostsoap #cod mwii #cod Agere #cod petre #petre #agere #fandom agere

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imbiowaresbitch · 4 months

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A is for Assbutt ch 5 - E is for Emma

Much to Emma’s disappointment, when Sunday rolled around, she hadn't slept well the night before, so she was tired and cranky. She still wanted to go on a playdate with Jack and his big cousin Claire – apparently, dads were superfluous – but Dean put his foot down. With Emma in her room, crying and throwing her stuffies at the door, Dean pulled out his phone to text Cas, already exhausted.

Dean: hey Sunshine. Emma’s having a very bad morning. Think she overdid it yesterday refusing to have a nap. It's just not a good plan to take her out. I don't want her to feel worse.

Dean heard the heavy thump of something more substantial hitting Emma’s door and sighed, rubbing at his eyes. He knew she’d be upset even before he told her they couldn't see Jack, and Dean was just glad he hadn't mentioned the butterfly conservatory to her. Still, throwing stuffies was one thing. Other things could be broken, and that wasn't okay.

He knocked on her door, being a stickler for giving her privacy, then opened the door a crack. He found her sitting on her bed, her arms crossed as she glared at him, an adorable pout on her tear-streaked face. As he pushed the door a little wider, it bumped against something more solid than a plush toy, and he glanced down. Her tiny black shoes – Charlie called them Mary Janes – sat behind the door, and further inspection revealed a black streak on the door from the soles.

“Hey, sweetpea,” Dean said softly, picking up her shoes and tucking them back into her closet. He picked up a couple of her stuffies and set them back on her bed, then dropped to a crouch in front of her. “I know you're mad at me, Emma, but no wrecking your things. Your stuffies can't break, but you could knock over one of your music boxes and break it.”

Fresh tears welled in her eyes, and she stared at him, her lip quivering. Lydia had given her the music boxes she had, and he knew the idea of something happening to them would be scary. Her tears spilled over, and she let out a wail. Dean felt a pang of guilt. Maybe he should have mentioned the Star Wars lamp from Charlie and Stevie instead, but too late now.

He held out his arms, and she fell into them, hiccoughing as she burrowed against his chest.

“I miss Jack,” she said through her tears. “I wanna play with him an’ his cousin, Claire!”

“I know, baby girl, but you're still sick, so I think we need to stay home today and give you some more rest. I'll talk to Jack’s daddy and see about next weekend, okay?” he offered, and she pulled back, her face set in a frown.

“I wanna play today!” she half-shrieked, and Dean saw her wince, her frown deepening.

“Is your head hurting again?” he asked gently, and she nodded petulantly. He set her on her bed and reached for the box of tissues, helping her wipe her eyes and nose, then bent and kissed her hair softly. “I'm going to get you some medicine, okay?”

“No! I don't want it! I don't like med’cine! I don't like you!” she shouted, throwing herself down on her pillow, hiding her face as she sobbed.

Dean felt a pit open in his stomach, and he swallowed roughly. He gently patted her shoulder, ignoring the way his heart ached, and went to the hall to get the Tylenol from the closet. He measured out the dose and went back to Emma's room. She was curled in a ball with her back to the door, her arms around her octopus stuffy in a stranglehold. Her tiger was sitting on her pillow, clearly placed to stand guard.

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Your Ivy Grows // Realizations

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Summary: Ominis Gaunt cannot see, but he can feel. He can feel the tall thickets of grass outside of his Aunt Noctua's house, now his for the summer. He can feel the sand down by the beach, the water of the tide pools, the overgrown ivy in Noctua's beloved garden. Most importantly, he can feel the gentle brush of his house guest's hand against his as they take their daily walk. He fears that he may feel much, much more for his new house guest.

Word Count: 4,207

Chapter Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Slight Smut, NSFW, MDNI

A/N: Came out of my smut induced haze to further the plot.

She watched as Ominis basked in the sunlight, the warmth spreading across his body. He’d told her there was no better month to be at the house than late July, when the water was warm and the sun shone into the parlor.

Perfect for cat naps, he’d explained.

And so, they’d picked up on the habit of laying out in the garden in the early afternoons. Golly, now clued into their fledgling romance, indulged them with tea and sandwiches. She would read the romance novels from the library to Ominis, both of them laughing at the scandalous muggle prose that his aunt Noctua had picked up from the village. Ominis would inevitably fall asleep, curled on the tartan blanket they would spread out in the grass.

It was one such afternoon, after they’d eaten all the cucumber sandwiches, that they laid together. Ominis was flat on his back, snoring softly as the sun beat down on their skin. She laid next to him, her head propped up on the palm of her hand, eyes roving over her companion’s body. Ominis had unbuttoned his linen shirt, the hard planes of his chest rising ever so gently as he breathed through his dream. She could see the beauty marks on his chest, her free hand subconsciously rising to trace circles around them.

Ominis stirred beneath her, sighing. “You interrupted a very good dream.”

She bit back her smile. “I apologize. What was it about?”

Ominis gave another big sigh. “Us. Anywhere but here.”

“I thought you said there was no better place to be rather than here, at this time of the year.” she reminded him.

Ominis lifted a hand to her face; he did so often, tracing lines from her forehead down to her lips. He gently pressed his thumb to her lips, asking for permission to enter. She did, allowing the digit to slip into her mouth, swirling her tongue around it. He shuddered beneath her, and she couldn’t hide the pride she felt at his visceral reaction.

“I want to enjoy this,” Ominis sighed. “Before we dedicate tomorrow to our visitor.”

She sighed, letting his finger out of her mouth with a pop. “Who is it, again?” she asked, going back to tracing circles on his bare chest.

“Carrow.” Ominis wrinkled his nose. “Big git.”

“Augustus,” She recalled. “I remember him from the ball. Handsome.”

“He’s a git.” Ominis repeated. “He was a year above Sebastian and I at school, and a horrible flirt.”

“I’m sure you had your fair share of ladies pining over you during your school years,” she laughed.

Ominis stiffened. “I did not, if you can believe.” he muttered, his hands laid above his head. “Most people found me off putting. The blindness, my family name, what not.”

She paused for a moment, realizing Ominis was feeling quite bitter and self conscious. He had explained to her in the past that he hadn’t made many friends, and that Sebastian and his sister were his constant companions. Once his aunt Noctua had disappeared, he’d spent every summer at their cottage. It was only once he’d graduated and grown into his looks that ladies had started to pay attention.

“I could never think you were off putting.” she said softly, her hand resting over his heart. “I think you’re one of the loveliest people I’ve ever met.”

Ominis leaned into her palm. “I would say the same about you.”

She rummaged through the trunk Marvolo had sent to the house. The trunk unlocked easily, stuffed to the brim with tissue paper and fine dresses. She unfolded the piece of parchment that had been laid at the very top, squinting at Marvolo’s untidy script.

So you don’t have to wear our aunt’s dusty old clothes when you meet your husband, M

She pushed past the scented tissue paper, a cloying French perfume sticking to the paper and fabric beneath it. Her nose wrinkled at the sight of the garments, blushing at the thought of wearing such thin, gossamer fabrics in front of her potential suitors. She recalled Marvolo’s own mistress wearing something similar at the ball, seated at his feet. While she hated the idea of prancing around in such revealing fashions, she thought Ominis might enjoy them. He might not be able to see, she thought, but he could certainly feel the thin, slinky fabric between his fingertips. Perhaps he would benefit from the pretty dresses.

She settled on one of the white frilly numbers, blushing as she looked at herself in the mirror. Merlin’s beard, no matter how she moved, the sun highlighted the curves of her body. She threw on a knit shawl she’d pilfered from Noctua’s dressing room to save some decency.

She could hear Ominis calling for her from the parlor; she walked down the stairs, taking a deep breath as she steeled herself for the ruse–an afternoon of flirting with a stranger, someone who didn’t know nor care about her. She’d have to do so all while Ominis watched, playing the part of chaperone. He’d done a good job so far, playing the part of an overprotective companion, but something about Augustus Carrow had shaken him. She made a mental note to ask him about it later.

“There you are,” Ominis said easily, taking her hand as she walked into the parlor. He said her name, introducing her to the other blond gentleman in the room.

“I’ve been thinking about you since we met,” Carrow said proudly, bowing his head. In the sunlight of the parlor, he looked much different–less arrogant, with slightly softer features. She’d drank a fair bit of champagne the night of the ball, and her memory of him had faded considering all that had transpired since that night. He was nowhere near as handsome as Ominis, that was for sure, but there was some pleasantness to his face.

“Shall we take a turn around the garden?” She suggested. “I’d be happy to show you all the hard work Ominis and I have put into it.” She peered over at her host; his face was unreadable, stoic as ever.

“I’d be delighted to see.” Carrow purred, holding his arm out to her.

The trio walked to the garden, Ominis trailing behind them with his wand raised, keeping a respectful distance.

“You have quite the green thumb.” Carrow hummed, tightening his grip on her arm.

“Thank you,” she smiled politely, trying to put distance between them. “Ominis has helped me quite a bit this summer.”

Carrow snorted. “I wouldn’t have expected a blind man to be a good gardener.”

“You would be surprised at Ominis,” she hummed. In more ways than one, she thought to herself.

“You speak very highly of your guardian.” Carrow pointed out. “I take it the two of you have had ample time to become friends this summer.”

“The Gaunts have been good to me.” she bit her tongue as she smiled. It was partially true–one Gaunt in particular.

“I feel for the poor chap,” Carrow sighed, looking over his shoulder at Ominis. “A shame they let Marvolo have all the fun, you know?”

“I wouldn’t pity him.” she interjected, perhaps a bit too quickly. “I rather think he enjoys his life the way it is.”

“Yes, I think he must.” Carrow murmurs. “I heard he lives with his old school pal in London. Marvolo is always moaning about him living up to the family business, but he simply refuses. Perhaps he’s having too much fun being a bachelor.”

Their feet crunched under the gravel as she put together her next thought. “And you, you’re ready to put your bachelor days behind you?” she asked curiously.

Carrow gave her a smile, almost a bit too big to be believable. “Well, after I’d seen you at the ball, I just knew I had to meet you.”

“So, tell me, you went to school with Ominis,” she cut in, changing the subject from his blatant admiration for her. “I’d love to know more about what he was like–er, what Hogwarts was like, I meant.”

“You’d want to talk about school?” He raised an eyebrow.

“It’s so fascinating to me,” she feigned interest. “I was homeschooled, so I do like to hear about it.” Secretly, she just wanted to know more about Ominis in his younger years.

“Its true, I did go to school with Ominis,” Carrow chuckled. “He was a year below me. Can’t say we ran in the same circles though. He was always with that bookish boy.”

“Sebastian, you mean?”

“I forgot, you probably met him at the ball.” Carrow shrugged. “Yes, Sallow is nice enough–quite shocked when we all found out he was from Feldcroft, he and his sister seemed rather posh.”

“He seems rather well off now.” She mused.

Carrow snorted. “He should be; imagine anyone would make quite a bit of coin working at Borgin and Burke.”

She frowned to herself, realizing the name of the shop. Sebastian had mentioned being ensnared by an artifacts dealer in Knockturn Alley post-graduation, but she hadn’t realized it had been them . Even her father, who had fallen into the awful business with Marvolo, knew better than to peddle goods with Borgin and Burke.

“Such a shame about his sister though.” Carrow mused.

“Yes, I’d heard–Ominis told me she’s no longer with us.”

Carrow gave her a haughty look. “Ominis was always so possessive over her.”

She wrinkled her eyebrows. “Was he? I knew they were quite close friends.”

“I knew Anne very well,” Carrow lifted an eyebrow suggestively. “At least for a little bit. Ominis was always trailing her, like a lovesick cruppy.”

She hadn’t known that . Whenever Ominis spoke of Sebastian’s sister (which wasn’t often, he’d only mentioned her in passing) it was to share tidbits of their shared adventures. Ominis had never let on that he’d harbored feelings for her, merely claiming Anne was one of his best friends.

Suddenly, she felt Carrow’s arm unlink from hers, jumping back at the sound of hissing.

“Where the hell did that come from?!” he gasped. “A bloody snake!”

The snake, slightly larger than the common garden variety, flicked its tongue at Carrow angrily, snapping. She jumped back as well–it was quite unlike a simple garden snake to be so aggressive, yet this one was edging itself closer to Carrow, baring teeth.

“No need to worry,” Ominis called out, appearing from behind. His houseguest took note of his stiff demeanor; his wand was stowed in his pocket, cheeks flushed red. She wondered if Ominis knew how much his own blood betrayed his emotions.

“You Gaunts and your love of snakes,” Carrow rasped. The snake snapped a bit more at the man, backing him into a corner of the garden.

She bit down on her lower lip as Ominis elegantly hissed a response to the creature. The snake obediently turned towards her host, bowing its head reverently before slithering back into the ivy covered ground. Despite the warm summer air, she felt goosebumps at the sound of his voice descending into hissing.

“Shall we continue our walk then?” Ominis asked innocently. His blue eyes looked wide and innocent, but she had a sneaking suspicion that he’d been behind the serpentine surprise.

“Carrow was quite shaken by the snake,” she said, unbuttoning the cuff of her dress. “I don’t think he was much for flirting after that.”

Ominis was still silent, standing stiffly in the corner of the study. The two of them had just bid Augustus Carrow farewell, the man leaving quite a wet kiss to the back of her hand before promising to call on them again.

“What are you wearing?” Ominis asked flatly. “It’s…different. Different from what you normally wear, I mean.”

“It’s a new dress,” she swished the fabric of her skirt back and forth. “Marvolo sent them. I must say, they are a tad revealing, but it’s nice to wear something up to date for once.”

Ominis slowly approached her, slithering much like the snake in the garden. “Revealing?” he muttered. “How so?”

She blushed. “Just a little light fabric, that’s all. And the silhouette is a bit tighter.”

Before she realized it, Ominis was backing her into a bookshelf. “I hated this entire bloody afternoon.” he spat, his nimble fingers finding the front of her gown. Forsaking the tiny mother of pearl buttons at the front, Ominis tore at the light fabric.

“Ominis!” she gasped, the books digging into her spine.

“I hated listening to Augustus Carrow flirt with you, kiss your hand.” Ominis growled, tugging the gown down her body. “I hate that you’re wearing this dress, it’s not you.”

“What if I liked it?” she argued, tugging his blond hair. Ominis let out a filthy groan as he savored the feeling of her fingers in his scalp, tugging the front of her corset down to lave kisses against her breasts.

“It’s not you,” he insisted, his voice gravelly and thick with want while he unlaced the strings of her corset. “I want the real you.”

“So the real me must wear ugly gowns,” she laughed breathily as he let the offending garment fall to the side.

Ominis pressed his lower half against her, his hard erection pressing her thigh as he pulled her breasts flush against his face. “I love what you wear.” he murmured against her skin. She couldn’t help letting her head fall back, a stuttered moan spilling from her lips as Ominis enclosed his lips around her nipple. “And I love to take your clothes off.”

She could feel the wetness pooling between her thighs, eagerly pressing herself down against Ominis’s groin. “Tell me more,” she begged, as his hand massaged her neglected breast.

“I love waking up in the garden with your hands on me.” Ominis gasped against her skin. “Merlin, I love waking up with you in general. I don’t know how I could live without it.”

“Then don’t,” she murmured, running her hands through his hair.

“I set the snake on Carrow,” Ominis confessed, his hands running down to her naked thigh. She’d foregone stockings due to the heat, something Ominis was quite pleased with now that he’d stripped her to her chemise.

“I had a feeling you did,” she gasped, his lips marking the column of her throat. “Why?”

“Because,” Ominis pressed a kiss to her chin. “I don’t want him to have you.”

“Why not?” she wrapped her hands around his neck, head falling back against the books as he rocked his hips into hers.

“Augustus Carrow is a massive prat who doesn’t know how to treat a woman,” Ominis said gruffly. “And of all the suitors begging to be in your presence, he’s the least worthy.”

“Ominis,” she whined. While she had rather hoped their first time having sex would have been sweet and in their bed, she couldn’t fight the urge she felt to have him. It seemed like he couldn’t either–his length felt impossibly hard as it pressed against her leg.

“You want me to take you right here?” Ominis licked his lips, his hand dropping to unbutton his trousers. “Fuck, right against these books?”

“Please,” she urged. “I want you, now.”

Her eyes trailed down to his hand, which was pulling his cock out of his trousers. She worked on the buttons of his shirt, pulling it off his body. It wasn’t as romantic as she’d desired it to be, but romance be damned–she wanted to feel him pulse inside her. While little time had passed since their intimacy had begun, she wanted to feel everything possible with Ominis Gaunt before being tossed to a loveless marriage.

Ominis had positioned himself, pressing the tip of his cock against her leaking entrance. She shut her eyes as she felt him lightly press against her, gasping at the foreign feeling.

Suddenly, there was a simple knock at the door. The couple froze, Ominis clamping a hand over her mouth.

“Master Gaunt, Mister Sallow is here to see you and your guest. I’ll ask him to stay in the drawing room, as you two are occupied at the moment.”

Both of their eyes flew open, sobering from their amorous haze at the sound of Golly’s timid voice at the study door. They hadn’t taken the precaution of putting a silencing or locking charm on the door, given Golly was usually in the kitchen late in the afternoon, preparing for dinner. Red in the face and mortified at Golly’s timid tone, the two quickly separated. Ominis hastily buttoned his pants as she tried to salvage her undergarments.

“Ominis,” she hissed. “My dress! You’ve practically shredded it.”

“Right,” he winced. “ Reparo,” the fabric knitted itself back together; she picked it up to inspect it for any other damages.

“Golly, we’ll be right out. Please tell Mister Sallow he has the worst timing known to wizardkind.” Ominis said through gritted teeth.

She blushed as Ominis adjusted his pants to hide his arousal. “I’m sorry–were you expecting Sebastian?”

Ominis shook his head. “No, and I’m rather alarmed he’s here. Shall we?”

The two of them departed the study, walking with a fair distance between them until they reached the drawing room. Sebastian was sitting on one of the settees, lazily flicking through an old book with his legs crossed.

“Sebastian,” Ominis said curtly. “What are you doing here?”

She had only met Sebastian twice before, each time with a bright sparkling smile on his face. Instead, Sebastian looked rather weary, dark circles under his eyes from lack of sleep.

“I would’ve written, but I thought it would be easier to explain in person.” Sebastian said, standing from the chair. “Sorry to interrupt your midday romp.”

“Must you be so crass?” Ominis spat.

The brunette man snorted. “Your hair gives it away–I too know from experience that it's awfully soft.”

She blushed while Ominis swatted at his best friend.

Sebastian rolled his eyes. “It’s good to see you again,” he said, turning his attention to her. “I come bearing letters from your parents.” he said, pulling two small envelopes from his jacket pocket. “I couldn’t risk bringing anything bigger, so I hope these suffice.”

She eagerly took them in her hands, smelling the parchment–she could still smell her mother’s perfume on them.

“What are you doing here, Sebastian?” Ominis interjected. “Have you made a breakthrough?”

“I have.” Sebastian said sheepishly. He turned his gaze to her, a rather forlorn look in his eyes. “Perhaps you would like to go upstairs to read those. Ominis and I have some private matters to discuss.”

She agreed–while solving her father’s dilemma was at the forefront of her mind, she wanted to read the letters Sebastian had smuggled for her in privacy. She backed out of the drawing room, holding the envelopes to her lips as she walked away.

“Oh Sebastian, I want to thank you–” she started to say, turning on her heel to thank him for smuggling in their correspondence. Her smile faltered, seeing Sebastian grab Ominis’s forearm, whispering into the blond man’s ear. Ominis’s face fell, a pained expression taking over his beautiful face.

“Sebastian, the door.” Ominis said sternly. His tone was odd–something she’d never heard from him before. Ominis had always spoken quite softly with her, if not a little gruff when he was feeling passionate. He’d been cold with her once before, when he’d caught her in the garden on his first night. No, Ominis sounded spiteful. It sent a shiver down her spine, realizing he was eerily reminiscent of Marvolo.

Sebastian gave her a sheepish look, waving his wand at the crystal door handle. The heavy wooden door shut with a loud bang, the lock audibly turning. There was no sound coming from the room; someone had cast a silencing charm on the door.

They hadn’t been expecting the rain. Sebastian was eager to return to London, but she’d insisted he stay through the night, at least until the storm let up. The house was eerily quiet; she’d only heard a door slam, and Ominis’s hurried steps up the stairs to his bedroom.

His, not hers, which they’d been sharing since Sebastian’s last visit.

She’d also been shocked to come down to the dining room, seeing only two places set at the table. The head chair, which Ominis had been sitting at since his arrival, was empty.

“He said he was feeling unwell,” Sebastian said, a placid smile on his face. “Said he might have spent too much time out in the sun today.”

She frowned, settling into her chair. “I thought he might be cross with me.”

“Whatever for?” Sebastian asked, unfurling his napkin.

“For letting Carrow kiss my hand.”

Sebastian rolled his eyes. “Ugh, of course Augustus Carrow would throw his hat into the ring.”

She cocked her head. “You dislike him as well?”

Sebastian took a sip from his water as Golly padded into the room, snapping her fingers to set a roast down on the table.

“Always hated him.” Sebastian muttered. “My sister had a godawful crush on him our fourth year, and he broke her heart like it was a little twig.” His voice was bitter. “Don’t trust a thing that comes out of his mouth.”

She chewed on her lower lip. “Anne?”

Sebastian served himself, eyes glued to his plate. “Yes, Anne. He was her first kiss, and then ran his mouth to the rest of our house pretending she’d been–” Sebastian cut himself off, laying his palms flat on the table. His eyes were shut, breathing in deeply. “Said she’d been rolling in the hay, like the common farm girl she was.”

“Oh.” She muttered. “I understand.”

Sebastian shook his unruly brown hair. “Anyways, Ominis really had to pick up the pieces. Stopped me from dueling him on the spot for her honor, and even used his family ties to cut off the gossip. He’s only ever asked his family for help twice, and that was one of them.” Sebastian went back to cutting his meat.

She took a bite of her own food, ruminating on the topic. Ominis hated his family, and to go so far as to ask them to cover up a silly rumor, meant Anne Sallow had to have been more than just a friend.

“Did he love her?” she asked Sebastian.

Sebastian sighed, folding his hands as he propped his elbows on the table. “He did. Until her dying day, and perhaps a little while after.” he said wistfully.

Her stomach twisted at the thought. In that moment, she realized that Ominis had felt love, deeply and truly. He liked her, that he had admitted, and that he was fond of her. He loved spending time with her, sleeping besides her, feeling her, but the word was never used towards her. Ominis had lost his first love, which explained his reticence and the way he stiffened whenever Anne was brought up in conversation. She could never compete with a dead girl, nor did she want to.

“What was the other favor?” she asked quietly, lifting her fork to her mouth.

Sebastian’s eyes squeezed shut, letting out a deep sigh against his folded hands. “I…I think that’s for Ominis to explain.” he said hastily. He said nothing further, pushing himself away from the dinner table. “I’ve lost my appetite.”

The evening had turned into quite a somber affair. Forsaking the pudding Golly had made, she picked up her skirts, bare feet padding up the stairs towards Ominis’s rooms. She jiggled the door handle; it was locked. If she only had her wand, she thought, she could barge right in.

Instead, she banged her fist against the hardwood door. “Ominis, let me in.” she strained. “I want to talk to you.”

It took a few seconds, but she heard the door unlock. Pushing through, she tiptoed into the dark bedroom. Ominis was splayed on the bed, his hands and wand resting on his stomach. Only one candle was lit on the bedside table; moonlight and lightning from the storm streamed in through the window.

“Why didn’t you come down to dinner?” she asked quietly, sitting on the mattress beside him. “I was worried about you.”

“I couldn’t eat.” Ominis croaked.

“Was it Carrow? Sebastian told me about Anne. Ominis, you know I’m not interested in him, I’m only playing along–”

“That’s not it,” Ominis groaned. His blue eyes flickered open, staring at nothing.

“Was it the news Sebastian had to share? About my father?” she asked. She chewed on the side of her nails, eyes glued to the pale cotton sheets.

“There’s nothing to be done.” Ominis echoed. “That’s why Sebastian came. He met with your father, searched through the clues Marvolo had given him, and came to the realization that there is absolutely no solution to get you out of this predicament.” he said sorrowfully. “I’m so sorry.”

She froze in place. “Surely that’s not possible.”

Ominis sat up; his hair was disheveled. He grabbed her hands, pulling them into his palms as he gave her a mournful face. “And…well, it’s our fault. Sebastian and mine.”

“How could that possibly be?” she gawked, tugging her hands out of his. She stepped off the bed, skittering back a few feet.

Ominis blinked at her with his unseeing eyes. “The book your father is looking for…Sebastian and I found it years ago, while we were in school. And Anne…well, Anne destroyed it.”

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