#that post had 6 notes when I went to bed last night. which is already abnormally successful for a post I made.

[mayra-quijotescx]

what did I do wrong to deserve this : )

[kenyaru]

STILL HURTS | 01

SO THIS IS HEARTBREAK..

synopsis | maximilian goof has made one of the most goofy decisions ever: he forgave bradley uppercrust. he sat there, accepted his apologies after getting kicked out of the Gammas and actually became friends with him, trusting that he would have change and to not hold a grudge, just like his dad said. albeit against his best friends' wishes, he and uppercrust got closer, and eventually a somewhat-friendship turned into a romance. but, a year or so later, bradley did the unthinkable, leading to their breakup. was he wrong to trust? genre | angst, heartbreak, making up(?), oneshot pairing | max goofy x bradley uppercrust iii (maxley) warnings | implied internalized homophobia, mild cursing, angsty word count | 1.76k author's note | hii! i finally posted part 1 of this fic! this is heavily inspired by 'a seriously goofy romance' by pidge030 on ao3. this is my first time writing with these characters that already have some spitefulness, so i hope you enjoy it! lmk if you would like a part 2 :> ______________________________________________________________

One month. It’s been exactly one month since he and Bradley broke up. One month since their huge argument had caused him to walk out on the other and only a few weeks since Bradley had tried to contact him and soon stopped all together. Max hated to admit it, but he regretted how he acted, but how could he not react badly? Max sat up in bed, sighing as he ran a hand through his hair. He was just trying to relax after a long day of classes, but Bradley’s words clouded his mind. I can’t believe you- cheating on me..I knew I shouldn’t have trusted you, Goof. 

It was the audacity in Bradley’s mind to accuse Max for something like that, knowing that Max had liked, and had come to love, Bradley more than ever. He felt more for Bradley than he felt for anyone; the way he got butterflies when the others bought him flowers or would compliment him in his own sort-of rude way. He recalled Bradley mentioning him talking to some girl in a way that seemed flirtatious and he responded by saying that Bradely had his assumptions; that he used Max’s sexuality against him. 

Maybe Bobby and P.J. were right to be skeptical. When Bradely got kicked out of the Gammas and was trying to make amends, his best friends were the first people on the hate-train, not wanting to forgive the brunette. Max, still in his own feelings, reluctantly decided to let him in. Some advice his father gave him was to not hold a grudge and try to see past the mistake. At some point, Bradley had been interested in Max joining them, even if it was just to win.

One thing led to another and they went from close friends to a couple. Well, until now.

Max checked his clock, noticing it was nearly 6 and decided to go for a skate to calm himself before going to eat dinner. Bobby and P.J. were at the Bean Scene last he remembered, but that was over an hour ago, before he got into his funk over Bradely. He had blocked the brunette’s number after the first few messages, not wanting to hear his pitiful apologies.

Even though he seemed angry and not affected, he still cried some nights, he still felt the pain in his chest, he still looked at the photos he and Bradely took during their year of being together. He was a junior in college now, he shouldn’t be held up by some guy that graduated already. He fortunately unfortunately still got to see Bradely on campus as he was studying for his PhD and was working in the library sometimes for whatever reason he mentioned; Max must have been too angry to remember. 

Max physically shook his head, putting on his shoes and adjusted his sweatshirt, picking up his skateboard and walking out of his dorm room. He wasn’t going to think about Bradely anymore, fill his head with memories and feelings he wanted to forget. He headed for the skating area, skating past the empty roads on campus. Hm, maybe everyone was at the Bean Scene right now, which most likely meant Bradely too. 

Once he got there, Max went to the ramp and skated down, doing a trick and feeling the cool breeze on him as he moved quickly on the board. He missed this feeling, this carefreeness that he lacked in the past few weeks, few days even. He felt so congested, like his life was missing something. Skating was something he enjoyed before Bradely, so he thought it wouldn’t hurt as much, yet skating did remind him of how they met, how they got to dating in the first place, how they learned to work together and move past their previous disagreements that made them ‘enemies.’ 

Max continued to do tricks, flipping the board mid-air and landing, focused on what was ahead instead of the board itself, forcing himself to not get caught up in his thoughts and accidentally fall. He was doing good, so good, until he looked over, and caught a glimpse of brunette hair. Before he knew it, he was stumbling and before he could catch himself, he was on the ground in the middle of the skating rink.

He looked up, only to see a completely different person walking past the rink, looking over for just a moment before continuing their walk. He sighed, putting his head against the concrete. He panicked because he thought it was Bradely, because he thought it was the one person he didn’t- well, maybe he did, want to see. He was royally fucked up.

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Back in the dorms, Max laid back on his bed, phone in hand as he scrolled through his social media, going to Bradley’s profile on instinct and seeing that he hadn’t made any new posts since the breakup. Everything was still up; the pictures of them on their first date, the X-Games from that year and pictures of himself and the group. He closed the app, opening up the messaging app and seeing Bradely’s as a pin. Though he blocked him, he never removed him from his pins. He shouldn’t be reminiscing, looking back at these messages, possibly putting himself in a deeper funk. But he couldn’t stop himself, he wanted to, he missed him. 

He opened his messages with Bradely and finally saw the stream of texts that he had ignored when it was first sent. Angel? I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to accuse you. Can we please talk? Please, let me explain. Call me back. Max, please. I love you, I feel terrible. I get it, you need space.

Max repeated the last message in his head, practically hearing Bradley's voice, the imagination making his heart break. Angel was what Bradely had begun calling him, stating the reason was that when he first saw him on a skateboard, he saw an Angel in Max. Max hated that he couldn’t be mad anymore, that even though it still hurt like hell to be accused like that, his feelings for the other had overridden that. Maybe it was time for him to step up, stop hiding and speak to him again. Clearly, Bradely still cares or he wouldn’t have spammed him for a week. 

He checked the time, noting it was a bit past 8:30 now. Had he really sat there for nearly half an hour staring at some messages? He sighed and unblocked the number, hesitating on how to start the message. Should he be apologetic or upfront? Should he even be doing this at all? His thoughts were interrupted when P.J. and Bobby entered the dorm, making him flinch and nearly drop his phone.

“You still in here all depressed, man?” Bobby asked, kicking off his sneakers and climbing onto the top bunk. 

“Ha, ha, very funny. I’m doing just fine, actually.” Max retaliated, sitting up and putting his phone to the side. 

“Really? ‘Cause your face tells a different story, like you were contemplating life or death just now or something.” P.J. adds, sitting down on the bottom bunk and taking off his own shoes. “If this is about Bradley, we told you to just talk to him about it. You know he would never hurt you intentionally. That dude loves you.”

Max sighed, taking in what was said by his friends. They were right; in the year or so that he had been dating Bradely, he had always been clinged onto him, praising him and striving to be the best versions of themselves together. Though they had a rough start, it was clear that Bradley’s attraction towards him was real. He ran a hand through his hair, considering it. “Alright, maybe I will..soon.” Max picked up his phone, looking at Bradley’s contact again, the picture of them staring back at him. Bradleys toothless small smile compared to his wide grin. “Nuh-uh, not soon, tomorrow. The more you hold off, the more you’re going to procrastinate and the cycle will start all over again.” Bobby urged, pointing down at Max assertively. “Whatever you’re about to do, do it. Let him know you’re still into him- you are still into him, right?”

Max nodded, returning the look at Bobby. “Of course I am..I can’t stop thinking about him.” “Okay, so put on your big boy pants and let him know!” Bobby exclaimed, encouraging the other. 

“Bobby’s right, if you want him back, and to get on good terms, you need to accept his calling.” P.J. added, already laying down as the conversation continued. Max opened up the chat again and started typing, letting his hands do the work as he typed out whatever came to his mind that he thought would be appropriate. 

Hey, you were right. I needed some space. I’m ready to talk if you’re ready to explain. Max let out a sigh of relief as he sent the message, putting his phone on the nightstand as he laid down, anxiously waiting for a reply. He looked back up to see what the others had to say, but he saw both Bobby and P.J. already asleep. They were out all night and didn’t really sign up to be his therapists on the situation, so they had no reason to really stay awake for this. 

Within a few minutes of staring at his ceiling, moments from falling asleep, his phone pinged. Max quickly took his phone and saw the incoming message from Bradley. Alright. Meet me at the Bean Scene, 6am tomorrow. It’s usually empty at that time, so we can talk then. 

Max felt his heart thump in his chest, both of worry and excitement. He would be seeing Bradely again, be in his presence and see him face to face for the first time in what felt like forever. He sent a thumbs up emoji before putting his phone on the charger and getting up. He nearly forgot he had on his outdoor clothes, unlike his friends. He chuckled softly to himself and quickly headed to the bathroom to change into some pajamas before returning.

Once back in bed, Max got comfortable in his covers and rested his head on the cool pillow. He closed his eyes, trying to relax and fall asleep. Tomorrow, he will be seeing his love again. Tomorrow they were going to talk it out and hopefully he would get the closure he would need. Was he even ready to forgive as much as he convinced himself he was? Fuck, he was so scared for tomorrow.

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[wannawritefast]

Comfortember 2023 Day 6: “Notes”

A/N: My sporadic contribution to Comfortember. It’s short but Johnny Cage bbs come get y’all juice. It’s my birth month and I’m closing in on the end of my semester so I can’t promise anything but please enjoy!!

Pairing: Johnny Cage x Reader

Warnings: none, fluff :)

Notes. Johnny left them everywhere. Don’t get him wrong. He definitely preferred the convenience of using his phone to send you little memos. It was instant and Johnny could really accommodate his own attention span by using his phone but when he found out on accident how much you loved them, he made a point of it.

You both still remembered the first of its kind.

A pink sticky note on the back of your script that said “And it was all a dream!” with the most hastily-drawn smiley face ever.

You laughed when you saw it. It was a miracle that it hadn’t become a casualty to the rough handling of your scripts before you discovered it.

He had to have done it when you were putting your post-its in your script, marking it up the night before. You hadn’t thought much of the clumsy kiss he gave you when he checked in as the sun went down. Then again you hadn’t been paying that close attention to him or anything else for that matter. A glass of water. A “How’s it going, baby?” A stumble and a peck. And his leg and hand knocking right into the back of the thick stack of 8.5 by 11 copy paper in your grasp as he had moved to sit next to you.

The bump into the script in your hand had been completely intentional, you realized with delight at the table read. It made your Instagram story in seconds accompanied by the words ‘original illustration by @johnny.cage’ and some pink hearts in the top right corner.

That had sealed it.

The next one you found was in your purse. Well, not your purse exactly. It was in the compact in your purse. Blue. “Hey, good-lookin.’” A winky face. It had fluttered out as you were landing out of the country for a shoot. You still had your neck pillow on. You sent Johnny one of the ugliest selfies you had ever taken with it. Against your protests, it became his lock screen photo.

Then they truly popped up everywhere. Your boyfriend was relentless.

A set of expensive rings you’d stared at a little too long on Rodeo. Purple sticky note. “For my precious.” A noble but indecent-looking stick figure attempt at Gollum was near it, partially scribbled out.

Surprise coffee in your trailer. Yellow note. Sunshine with sunglasses.

New boots, courtesy of Johnny. Pink. “Step on me in these.”

Sleeping in while he had left at the crack of dawn. Pink. “Busy all day. Sushi at our regular spot for dinner.” Heart.

Almost all of them made your Instagram story. The dick that looked like it had been drawn by a middle school boy on a blue sticky note slapped to the bathroom mirror, for example, hadn’t made the cut. The ones that did though… Johnny reposted each within 5 minutes, no matter what time it was.

Like the orange sticky note you woke up to under your glasses that said ‘Jinkies!’ You had gone to bed and left them on your nightstand at 4 am. Johnny had stayed up with you. He had left at 6 am for the day. It made you worry about his sleep schedule.

It didn’t matter that you couldn’t keep up with his god-like speed in making unique sticky notes. You posted them. And you kept and remembered all of them. All of them. Yes, even the blue doodle dick.

Again, Johnny definitely preferred sending you texts and voice memos as soon as he felt like you were forgetting how hot you were, which was usually several times a day. It should also be noted that the sticky notes never detracted from the amount of attention he was already giving you. Johnny was a beast at reminding you how much he loved you.

As he had said it once: “There’s no threshold, baby. I’ll die telling you how sexy your walker is; the last sticky note I ever leave you will tell you the same thing.”

He slapped one on your ass after he had said that. Yellow. “Johnny Cage wuz here.”

[horny4hetfield]

Snow Way to Escape

I originally posted this a while ago, but I think I screwed it up. So, here's a re-write that has become the prologue to several other fics that are in the wings. I hope you enjoy it!!

Warnings:  Angst, Sex Suggested

Why did I ever fall for this man?!  Is he talented?  Yes.  Is he good looking?  Damn yes.  Is he great in bed?  Fuck yes.  Is he being a dick?  All holy hells yes.  Has been since he got home from the road.  Am I regretting moving to his place in Colorado?  Right now.  Yes.  His last dig at me has me packing my carry on and putting my computer into my backpack while wiping away the tears I swore I wouldn’t shed.  I can walk away from everything I can’t fit into these two bags.  I looked over at the smart home device for the time.  It’s 3pm.  The notification bar was flashing yellow.  “Computer, what’s the notification?”  The robotic voice responds, “For the Vail Colorado area, the National Weather Service has issued the following weather warning.  A severe winter storm is forecast to begin snowing heavily at 2pm local time with heavy snow levels accumulating to 3 to 4 feet, drifting 6 to 8 feet.”  The rest of the warning went unheard as I grabbed my two bags, the note I’d written, and ran to the front door.  I dropped the bags on the floor, still clutching the note, as I saw my plans end.  Opening the front door I slowly walk outside into the dark, the snow had already been falling.  Big fat fluffy flakes so thick I could barely see the light at the end of the driveway.  Looking over to the garage door, “No, no no no, no!”  The drift was already a good 2 feet tall.  For a split second I thought about taking his damned truck.  It would easily clear that drift.

“What the hell are you doing?” James yelled from the open front door, looking between me and the bags on the floor.

Taking one last glance at the pile of snow blocking the garage door, I turn back to the house, “Well, I was going to leave you.”  I slapped my note into his chest.  Pushing past him, I collected my bags and slowly made my way back to the room that I had claimed as my own a week before.

“What the fuck!?” James yelled just before slamming the front door closed.

I kept walking dejectedly.  Making it back to the room, I tossed the backpack onto the bed and just stood there clutching the carry on.  I could hear James come storming down the stairs.  “What the fuck?  You are leaving me?”  I turned.  His usually glacier blue eyes now a threatening dark blue filled with rage.

“Well, mother nature said no” as I motioned to the now very dark window.  “Not tonight anyway.”

I heard the paper flutter to the floor.  “Why?”  The pain in his voice was natural, not forced.  It pinched my heart.

I turned to him but couldn’t look him in the eye.  “What was the one thing I asked of you when we started dating?”  He just stood there.  Then I did look at his face.  He was obviously thinking.  “I asked you to not compare me to the exes.”  He nodded slowly.  “I am not them and the exes are not me” I raged at him.  The rage fading from his eyes.  “But ever since you got home from the tour, you have been … well …”

“A dick” he finished my sentence.

“Yes” I snapped.  I put the carryon I was still holding on the bed.  “You have done nothing but compare me to them for months.”  I turned back to him, “The final straw was when you started counting your cash.”  His eyebrows knitted together.  “Every night before you go to bed, you count the cash in your pocket, put it in your wallet which you put on your nightstand.  Then in the morning after you shower and get dressed, you count it again.”  His fingers twitched as he processed what I said.  “I don’t need your money.”  He just looked at me.  “I have my own career and my own bank account.”  He continued to stare at me.  “I could have taken your damned $90 thousand dollar truck and left you the Shelby that I paid $125 thousand for.”  He cocked his head but didn’t ask.  I answered anyway.  “Taking your truck I would have gotten pulled over by your state trooper friends in a heartbeat.  That would be a felony.  And you would have no say if I got arrested or not.”  I turned away from him shaking slightly.  “Right now, you are not worth a felony on my record.”  I moved to the desk and sank into the chair.

He looked around the room.  The realization hit him, “When did your stuff get down here?”

I huffed a smile, “James, I moved down here a week ago.”  He looked at me.  “You didn’t notice that I wasn’t sleeping in your bed?”

His hands kinda flapped uselessly, “I thought you were coming to bed after me and getting up before…”

“Thanks for noticing” I said sorta like Eeyore.

His eyebrows knitted together again, “But the sheets got changed.”

“Yes they did” I just looked up at him.

“And the kitchen … the dishes … the laundry …”

“The grocery shopping, collecting the mail, dusting” I looked down at my hands. 

“Why?”

“Who else was gonna do it?” I dug back at him.  “It’s not like you’d do any of those things.”  He huffed a moment but didn’t say anything.  “I wanted to hire a cleaning team, but you went almost mental on me about that.”

“I don’t want someone just rummaging through my shit” he flared.

“I understand that” I tried to stay calm.  “But there are teams that specialize in people of your status.  Plus” I pointed to the monitors on the desk, “I have a job!  One that I enjoy!” my temper trying to flare.  I leaned my elbows on the desk rubbing my eyes. 

He was quiet for a minute.  “Look, this storm is going to blow for a couple of days” he said trying to stay calm.  “Let’s get some sleep.”  I just nodded.  He stepped backwards out of the room collecting the note from the floor, “We can talk in the morning.”  He softly closed the door.

I looked at the closed door.  His cologne lingered.  More than just his cologne.  Him.  The tears started to fall.  I let them.  Sniffling, I decided to take a soak in the tub.  Starting the water, I dumped in some salts from the cupboard, then sank into the hot water.  I mulled over the past 8 months.  The good, the bad.  More tears.  When the water turned cool, I got out, drained the tub and climbed into the bed.  The heat from the soak worked a charm and I was asleep in minutes.

I woke up still wrapped in the towel from the tub soak.  I slipped out of the bed, pulling on jammies and a robe.  I opened the bedroom door.  I could hear that James was in his studio.  It was a super crunchy riff floating through the house.  Smiling to myself, I went into the kitchen.  Pulling out what I needed to make a breakfast sandwich, I looked at the items on the counter.  It’s just as easy to make three as just one.  I left two on a plate in the fridge covered with a paper towel, with “Zap for 30 seconds” written on it.  I left another note on the counter, “Breakfast in fridge.”  Collecting my sandwich, a granola bar and a couple cans of Severed Lime from the fridge, I returned to my room.  Pulling my computer out of my backpack, I logged into work.

My chat window opened:

Boss:  You make the flight?

Me: No.  Got snowed in.

Boss:  You ok?

Me:  Meh

Boss:  Wanna talk?

Me:  Not right now.

Me:  I’m going Marinas Trench.  I need to get the last three chapters done.  They’re late.

Boss:  Understood.  Don’t worry about being late.  I’ll put in a good word for ya!

Me:  Thanks.

I clicked on the Out of Office option.  Then opened the files I needed from the New York servers and ate my sandwich waiting for the computers to synch.  Once done, I launched into where I’d left off.

I had no idea how long I’d been working until there was a soft knock on the door.  “Hey?” came James’ voice.

I turned to the door, “Yeah?”

“May I come in?”

Stretching, “Yeah.”

James came in and leaned against the wall.  “You sleep ok?”

Uncurling my legs from the chair, “Yes, thank you.”  Looking over at him.  “You?”

“Yeah, ok” he said.  He looked like shit.

I cocked a smile at him, “Liar.”

He huffed a laugh, “I don’t think I slept at all.”  He scrubbed his fingers through his silvered hair.  “Thanks for the breakfast sandwiches.”

I nodded, “You’re welcome.”  He kept trying to look at my computer monitors.  “What are you doing?”

“I guess I don’t know exactly what your job is.”

Patting the end of the bed, “Sit” I said.  He sat and leaned forward.  “I’m an editor.”  I rotated back to face the monitors.  “This screen is the book I’m working on” pointing to the monitor on the right.  “This screen” motioning to the one on my left, “are my notes.  The laptop in the middle just keeps me awake.”  I paused the cheesy disaster movie.

“Why the notes?” his curiosity was genuine.

“Well .. here” I pointed to a block of text highlighted on the right screen.  “The author has brought in a new character that has no backstory.  If this character was just in this paragraph it wouldn’t matter, but it shows up several more times.”  Pointing to the text on the left monitor with matching highlighting, “These are my notes back to the author asking about a backstory for this character.” 

James shifted to my left so see the screen.  “And how many notes does this author have from you?”

“On this book” I looked to the page count in the lower left corner of the window, “92.”

“Really?” he seemed shocked.

Stretching out my back, “Yeah, this guy tends to get lost in his own words.  So, I have to try to get him back out of the woods.”  I turned back towards James.  “You have never asked about my job before.  Why now?”

He sat back and looked at me.  “Because your note is correct.”  He rubbed his hands nervously on his thighs, “I haven’t taken any interest in you … outside of the bedroom.”

I heaved a sigh, “I probably should have edited my own writing.”

“No” his eyes popped up to my face.  “No.  You were right.  You were probably pissed as hell when you wrote that note.”  He ran his hands through his hair – which he did when he was nervous.  “But every word was true.  I have treated you like a whore.  I have compared you to the exes.  I have not discovered you … about you.”  His shoulders slumped some.  “I am sorry.”

That hit my heart.  Hard.  I rested my fingers on his knees.  “James.  I can accept your apology.”  His glacier blue eyes found mine.  “I can see that you mean it.”  Those gloriously blue pools now filled with doubt.  “But you will have to work on the forgiveness.”  I withdrew my fingers from his knees slowly.

Nodding, “I completely understand.”  His smile slightly lopsided.  “Will you please give me the chance to earn that forgiveness?”

I watched him a moment.  Then, smiling back at him, “Yes” I said softly.  His eyes brightened along with his smile as he stood.  “By the way” I looked up at him – damn but he’s tall.  “I really liked that crunch you had going this morning.  It sounded amazing!”

Incredibly, his eyes lit up even more, “You really liked that?”

“Yes” I smiled up at him.

“Thanks.”  He fidgeted.  “Uhmm, what would you like for dinner?”

“What time is it?” I asked looking at my computer screen.

“It’s like 3pm.  But since you made breakfast, I thought I’d make dinner.”

Nodding at him, “I will leave that to the chef.”

Nodding as he moved towards the door, “You like your steak …?”

Smiling at him, “Medium Rare.”  He closed the door with a grin.  My head was laughing Of course it would be steak!  My laptop pinged.

Boss:  Surface to Marianas Trench…. (I love my boss!)

Me:  evening.

Boss:  How’s it going?

Me:  Half way through last chapter.

Boss:  And the other thing…..?

Me:  Perhaps there is a chance here.

Boss:  ????

Me:  He just invited me to dinner.

Boss:  I thought it was snowing there still.

I took a picture out the window of the thickly falling snow and attached it to the chat.

Boss:  So?

Me:  He’s making me a steak.

Boss:  Ahh.  Well, then you need to go get ready!

Me:  Right after I finish this chapter.  Then I’m all caught up on this book.

Boss:  Fine. 

Boss:  Hope it goes well!

Me:  Thanks!

I finished the last chapter fairly quickly since it was not a complete chapter.  Saving both files to the servers and sending the links to the author – with the boss cc’d on that email – I closed down my computer.  Standing up and stretching, I moved to the bathroom.  I decided to take a shower and wash my hair.  If James was going to put in the effort to change, so could I.  No more being a slob.  I sat on the bed drying my hair when there was a tap on the door.  I popped up and grabbed the robe.  “Yes?”  No answer.  I opened the door.  There hanging on the light fixture in the hallway was a garment bag.  A postit note stuck to it.  Dinner at 6pm.   Smiling, I collected the bag and closed the door.  Laying the bag on the bed I opened it.  I only got about 6 inches open when I gasped.  Inside was a dark green velvet gown with beaded trim around the scoop neckline.  It was the dress I’d told him about.  I’d even made him watch the movie.  James had had it made.  He’d threatened to have it made for me to wear to the next awards show.  But I never thought he’d do it.  That was just a month or so after we’d started dating.  I looked at the clock.  5pm.  I had time.  I went back into the bathroom and did some tidying up.  Did my makeup and pinned up the hair.  I knew that he loved my long hair, but this gown … the hair had to be up.  Going back to the bed, I pulled the gown from the bag.  I slipped into it.  With the plunging back to just above my ass, I was completely commando beneath it.  I went to move the garment bag and it felt heavy.  Patting it down, I discovered a pair of heels.  They glittered with the same rhinestones as the trim.  Just as I slipped them on, there was a single tap at the door.  I opened the door.  The hallway was empty.  But there was a pink post it note on the floor.  Squatting down – if I’d bent over the gown would have slipped off me – I picked it up.  There was a doodle on it.  I couldn’t figure it out.  But looking up the hallway was another post it.  Another doodle.  As I walked to the stairs, there were more postit notes.  Each with a doodle.  I climbed the stairs and turned into the living room.  There stood James.  In his Brioni tux.  The sight took my breath.  Damn!  He looked good!  And he was holding another postit note, a crooked smile on his face.  He held it out to me.  The doodle on this one was a rose.

“Oh!”  I held out the ones I’d collected, “These are rose petals!”

Blushing, “Yeah, I couldn’t go get a real rose, so I improvised.”

I gently collected the one he held, “It’s lovely.”  I looked up into his eyes, “Thank you.”

James held out his hand to me – which I took – and he slowly spun me.  “I should have given this to you ages ago.”  He lifted my hand to his lips and kissed it.  “You look stunning.”  I just blushed.  James tucked my hand into his elbow and gently led me down the hallway away from the kitchen and into the formal dining room.  He’d set the table.  There were candles on it and two place settings.  He pulled out the chair for me and scooched it in when I sat.  “The staff seems to have not reported to work this evening, so I will have to substitute” he said in a really bad French accent.  I giggled.  His eyes lit up.  “I shall return madam.”  I giggled even more.  James disappeared into the kitchen.  I put the pile of post it note petals on the table.  He returned with two plates.  Each bore a steak, a pile of green beans and a large slice of bread smothered in butter.  I smiled.  He was trying.  I cut into the steak and took a bite.

“How is it?” James asked.

Swallowing, “Perfection” I said.  He dug into his own.  I took a bite of the green beans.  A couple were still pretty frosty.  I didn’t say a word, but just smiled.  The bread was a garlic sourdough that I loved.  The butter was a bit much, but again, I wasn’t going to complain.  James had obviously put some thought into making dinner and I wasn’t going to ruin it.  I’d had worse meals. 

“The weather is forecasting that this snow will last another 48 hours or so” James said.

The weather.  A safe place to start.  “I haven’t listened to the weather or news today.”

“Did you get your book done?” James leaned towards me.

“I did.”

“How many do you edit?” his blue eyes clear and piercing.

“Uhm.  I have about 20 items in the wings to work on.”  I took a sip of the Squeezed to Death Orange in my glass.  He’d used champagne flutes for the sparkling water.

“Why so many?” James looked at me with raised eyebrows.

“Some are just articles.”  I put my fork down, “It all depends on release dates.  The one I worked on today is supposed to release after the New Year.  The others have release dates after that one.”

“It has nothing to do with whom the author is?”

Pushing my plate away and leaning on the table, “Sometimes.  All depends on the author and release dates.”  I looked at him.  He was genuinely interested.  “If it’s big wig author and the release date is close, then that file gets bumped to the top of the pile.”

“Who is the biggest author you have edited?”  His smile was slightly crooked.

“I don’t get the Mitchell’s or the King’s”  I grinned.

“Why not?”

“My boss says that I’m too brutal with my notes” I slow blinked him.

James sat up.  “Yeah, you can be.”  He used his napkin on his lips.  “But perhaps they need those brutal notes.”  He smiled at me.  “As a recipient, I can attest that it kicked my ass into changing how I think.”  He held out a hand to me.  I laid my fingers into it.  “And I thank you.”  I didn’t know what to say.  He simply laid his other hand over my fingers and smiled at me.  Then he popped up, “Dessert” he said collecting our plates.  I squirmed in my seat.  My thoughts ranging all over the place.  He had totally messed me up.  Again.  Just like he had when we’d met.  He returned with two small plates.  Piled creatively on each were four sandwich cookies held in place with cake frosting and topped with whipped cream.  He set them down with great flourish, “Tah dah!”

Trying my best to not snort out a laugh, “I’m sure that the patisserie chef labored all day to create these delicacies.”  James did snort out a laugh.  Which made me burst out in laughter.  I picked up one of the cookies and happily munched it.  James retook his seat and tucked into his plate.  “Seriously, these turned out pretty good” I said licking whipped cream from my fingers.

“The frosting isn’t too much?” James asked seriously.

“No.  It’s just the right amount” I said scooping the last bit up on my finger.

James grabbed my hand and gently sucked the frosting from my finger.  I didn’t retract my hand but did go a little stiff.  He kissed the back of my hand before pushing it back tenderly towards my body, smiling at me.  “I’m sorry” he said kindly.  “Just a little too soon.”

Looking down at my now empty dessert plate, “Maybe not” I said softly.  I knew he couldn’t see it, but my thighs squeezed together tightly.

“Perhaps I should escort the lady back to her room” he said looking down at his plate, “before I make a compete fool of myself.  Again.”  He smiled at me as he stood, offering me his hand.

I took his offered hand, collected the postit notes and stood.  He tenderly tucked my hand into his elbow and walked me back to the room I’d claimed as mine.  I turned at the door, “That was lovely James.”  I again slow blinked him, “Thank you.”  I wiggled his bow tie, then let my hand rest on his chest, “You look very handsome in this suit.”

He gently cupped my face and kissed my forehead.  “Thank you” he said softly.  His hands gently ran down my shoulders then arms to my hands, “I can’t wait to see you in this gown again.”  He lifted both my hands to his lips and kissed them.  “Good night.”  He took several steps backwards before turning.  I turned and opened the bedroom door.  I put the post it rose petals on the desk.  I kicked off the heels and then shrugged and let the gown slip off.  I stood there naked.  My desires wanted to race up to his room and let him have his way with me.  My integrity said no.  My curiosity wanted to know what James would do next.  Hanging the gown up, I decided another soak was in order.  I unpacked my waterproof vibrator on the way into the bathroom.

I was sound asleep.  I felt his hand on my shoulder, “Kira” he said softly.  He shook me slightly, “Kira, wake up.”  I opened my eyes to find James standing by the bed holding my robe.  “There’s something I want to show you.”  I fumbled out of the bed.  James helped me into the robe and then tucked me into his side, his left arm draping from my right shoulder down to my waist on the left side.  Wearing a huge coat and scarf, he guided me to the big sliding doors to the upper patio.  “Here, put these on.”  He guided my feet into a pair of fuzzy boots, then put on his own mukluks.  He opened the door and led me outside.  It was bitterly cold, trying to suck the air from my lungs.  James lifted the collar of the robe to cover my mouth, “Here this will help.”  It did make breathing easier.  I looked up and he had the scarf wrapped around his own mouth.  He opened his coat and his arms gently held my back close to his chest.  Then he pointed.  I followed his finger.

The clouds had parted and the sky was filled with stars.  The landscape was a blanket of white snow as far as I could see. The bitterly cold temperatures had crystalized the top of the snow.  The moon was rising.  It was reflecting on the frozen crystals making them glitter.  It looked like diamonds had been scattered over the ground.  “Here it comes!” he whispered excitedly into my ear, his breath warming my ear and neck.  I shivered.  My nipples hardened painfully.  Then the Aurora flared into life.  An undulating ribbon of greens, blues and purples danced into the sky.  I gasped.  The frozen snow below reflected the colors of the Aurora.  James wrapped his arms around me, one around my shoulders the other around my waist.  I leaned back into his warmth watching the magic of nature unfold in front of me.  I have no idea how long we stood there speechless at the beauty.  As quickly as it started, it ended.  “Wow” was all James said.

I leaned back into him, looking up at his chin, “Thank you for waking me.”  He hugged me tighter.  “That was stunning.”

His hands patted my body, “I am glad I shared it with you.”  He nodded towards the distant pass “And here comes the next round of snow.”  The clouds looked black and nasty in the now darkened sky since the Aurora had faded.

James kissed the top of my head.  “Now, you are shivering.  Let’s get back inside.”  He rotated us, his arms still wrapped around me.  We walked – a little awkwardly – back into the house, closing the big glass door behind him.  We both kicked off our boots.  He backed us into the sofa, pulling me down into his lap.  He reached over and pulled up a blanket.  He wrapped it around us.  I curled up into his arms shivering, my head resting on his chest.  His fingers gently stroked my hair.  Sleep reached up and grabbed me.

I woke up on the sofa with the blankets tucked in around me still wrapped up in my robe.  I could hear James in the kitchen.  I sat up.  “Morning sleepy head!” he chimed cheerily.  “Coffee?”  All I could do was nod.  He brought over my favorite mug filled with coffee.  I took a sip.  It was super sweet.  “Too much sugar?”  I nodded.  He went to pull the mug from my hands but I wouldn’t let it go. 

Instead I took a couple of huge slugs from it, “Now, just put more coffee into it and it will be fine.”  James went to the kitchen and grabbed the coffee pot bringing it back to me.  He filled my mug.  I swirled the mug and took a drink.  Smiling, “Yum” I beamed.  I looked out the window.  More snow had fallen over night.  The sky was still filled with grey snow clouds, but not snowing.  At the moment.

James collected his mug and sank into the sofa with me.  He flipped on the TV and tuned in the local news.  There were the stories about roofs collapsing under the weight of the snow, power lines down, cars sliding off the roads – one accident ending in a death.  “I’m glad you were smart enough to not drive that night” James whispered to me.

“Me too.”

I looked into his eyes.  The passion I saw there made my knees weak.  I reached up and wrapped my fingers around his head, pulling him to me.  I kissed him gently.  His eyes widened.  He cupped my head and kissed me back just as tenderly.  “So how are we going to spend the next day or so?” I asked teasingly.

James tightened his arm around my waist pinning me to his body, “I can think of a way” he rubbed his hands on my hips, “or two.”  He gently pushed me back, “Only if you want to.” 

I could tell that although his voice was joking, his eyes said that he’d changed.  I was no longer just a fuck buddy.  I was a woman that he wanted to spend time with.  In more ways than one.

“I’d like that” I purred.  “Just remember, you are still working on my forgiveness.”

He showered kisses all over my face, slowly pulling me towards his bedroom, “I know a way to start working on that” he growls softly at me. 

I just smiled and willingly let him lead me.

[arisherifeu]

BROKEN PEOPLE PART V (James Wilson fanfiction)

Author’s note: Remember when I said Part V would be the last one? I lied. ★~(◠‿◕✿) cause apparently theres just so much things to unpack lmao. My fault but hope u guys like it lmao.

Quite long this time: 2.3K words

Part I , Part II, Part III, Part IV Part VI

Lynette was awake the moment she realise something heavy was resting on her right ribs. She couldn’t continue sleeping as she couldn’t breathe. She peered down and saw James’s arm resting on her. Then she looked at the clock on her bed table and saw it was close to 6:00am. It was still dark out. She was still sleepy but she just couldn’t go back to sleep. By the heard of the snoring, and the breathing on her nape, James was still fast asleep. They both were fast asleep after the aftercare from last night and James suggested that it was a good idea to sleep naked. Lynette was okay with the idea. It just meant more intimacy and she wanted more of it but she regrets it in the morning since she felt shivers cause she was very very cold. Like colder than usual cold. When she touched her forehead to feel the temperature, she can already tell she was burning up.

Suddenly it hits, her migraine came back and this time it was too painful for her to handle. It was a stab to her brain and apparently it had spread to her frontal lobe and it was something new. It was a new symptom. Lynette moaned in pain. Holding her head in her hands, curling up from the pain. James were startled and was awaken from her moving.

“Baby, what’s going on? Where does it hurt?” James instantly shot up, turning on the lights to see more visuals of Lynette’s face. To James’s horror, Lynette was extremely pale. She was still holding her head trying to held back her pain. James went frantic when she felt that she was burning up.

“I’m calling the ambulance.” James declared. Lynette was in no position to defy him.

After a while, the ambulance came. James rode in , and told the paramedics to bring them to Princeton Plainsboro for her admittance. Figured it was easy since all of their friends were there. After her admittance, everyone was perplexed especially Cuddy. She didn’t expect her best cardiologist was a patient in the hospital. She was also shocked by the fact that James was with Lynette during her admittance, unaware of their new relationship. Usually, House would know first and spread it out. James was also surprised that House kept quiet about the situation.

When Cuddy asked for specifics, James told Cuddy about her medical history including her recreational use of drugs to manage her pain. Which Cuddy believed could have been the reason to get her fired but James backed her up saying that they should run more tests to see what’s going on.

Lynette couldn’t stop crying from the pain that she was feeling, so Foreman decided to inject her up with morphine which thankfully had calmed her down. She was fast asleep now, but later they’re taking her to radiology to get her MRI. James continued working as per usual so he could distract himself. He needed to or else he will go insane and probably go M.I.A. Everything about the whole situation sparked a post traumatic disorder for him.

“Another dying girlfriend, Wilson?” House chimed in on Wilson at his office, leaning against the doorframe of James’s office. James continued to work as per usual as he wasn’t in the mood for House’s shenanigans.

“Poor you. You can never take a break huh? What is it with you and your Messiah complex? Everybody doesn’t need saving.” He limps his way to James’ couch and plopped down on it.

“Shut up House.” He jest.

Truthfully this was too scary for James. House just wanted to be here to support his best friend but House was scared that he’ll drop down dead if Lynette dies or something. It took a long time for James to get back on his feet again after losing Amber a few years back. To get into the same situation was too much for him but he decided to keep quiet about it. House peered over James, seeing how tense he was. House can tell that he was anxious to find out about the lab reports which he may get an update from Foreman later on.

“I am just saying she might not be me but she will be if you keep enabling her the same way you do to you ex wives and to me. That’s why you’re going to end up resenting her. If she dies—

James slammed hard on his desk. “Can you shut up for just once in your whole life?! For once I was happy this last six months! When I had to deal with your stupid antics, she was my coping mechanism! She made me happy, House! I stopped enabling you long ago because I gave up on you. You were never gonna listen to me cause you’re gonna end up OD’d yourself infront of me and played it off like nothing anyway! My life is not sone reality tv show for your amusement!” James ejaculated. He stand up, feeling cramped up in his own space. “Leave me alone, House.” James stated.

Not soon after, Foreman came in without knocking. Foreman eyed you both before peering over to James. He seemed urgent. “We got her lab results. You might wanna come with me to see her.” He said to the both of them. James trailed behind Foreman to her room.

A few walks later, James saw that Lynette was awake. She looked so defeated and tired. James walked over to her, holding her hand. “Hey stranger.” She smiled. James smiled as well.

“How are you feeling?” He asked. “I’ve been better.” She can only replied.

Foreman and House reviewed the MRI. There’s a look of certainty on House’s face.

“Well Ms Cardiologist, apparently you have the same thing that your father has. Meningioma. There’s a few mass along the dura mater. We have to do a biopsy to confirm whether it’s benign and malignant. It’s an easy fix, I think. I am not sure because I don’t like to give guarantees.” House limp walk himself over to you.

“Yea okay sure.” Was only the words Lynette could managed. She doesn’t want to indulge in House’s shenanigans and she doesn’t want to entertain him. House sighed.

“Foreman is the best neurologist that we ever have. You’re gonna be fine.” House said hesitantly. He knows he had been an ass to Lynette so this his way of compensating. Lynette looked at him with such cold eyes though, but she broke into a soft smile and nodded at him. House limped away from the lovers and went back to his office.

James sat down next to her. “You’re going to be okay.” He managed, but Lynette can feel something off about his demeanour. Instead of looking at Lynette, he was looking elsewhere. It felt like he didn’t wanna be there. He seemed distant.

“If you need to work, you can go James. You don’t have to be here with me. I’m fine on my own.” Lynette reassured him. James looked at her with uncertainty. His right leg was shaking, fingers twitching. It felt like there was something he wanted to tell Lynette but in fact, he can’t. To him, the worst case scenario, he’s gonna start crying. So before any of that happens, he stood up. “I’m going to my office, if you need me. Just give me a call. Okay?” He managed. Lynette nodded. James gave her a quick kiss and left.

Lynette muttered, “Everybody got secrets.”

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It has been a week since Lynette was hospitalised. Her brain biopsy confirmed that she has a benign tumor which was completely harmless for her. A lot of tests were conducted on her to rule out any other possible diseases but she was healthy. Just her kidneys needs to be observed more since she was a drug user but everything else was great.

“I guess this is splendid news for you right?” Foreman questioned Lynette. James looked at Lynette, wanting to see a reaction but she just smiled.

“Thanks Foreman.” She managed.

“Your surgery scheduled for later tonight. No food or water yeah? I’ll see you in the OR.” He said, picking up all the scans and MRI and left the room. Lynette observed James who had an off day today and decided to keep Lynette company. But again, Lynette knew something was wrong and waited the whole week for Wilson to just spill a story but he’s keeping really quiet about it. Lynette decided to get up, James got on his feet and quickly helped her up.

“You need the toilet?” He asked.

“No, I need fresh air.”

“Do you need a wheelchair?”

“No, I can walk.”

“Do you need—“

“James? I need you to just come with me on a walk okay?”

Lynette softly tell him. Truthfully, she was annoyed. She had been so vulnerable to him and she was expecting the same thing from him as well and that was her mistake. She shouldn’t have expected anything. James smiled at her and took her hand and they both went down to the garden.

They were outside now. Walking in the garden, hand in hand. James other hand was in his pocket. He felt a bit chilly and somehow melancholic. Lynette spotted a bench so she decided to sit on it. She eyed the surrounding, feeling a bit gloomy. The leafless trees in mid Autumn season caught her eyes. The weather looked dark but truthfully she likes this feeling. Gloomy doesn’t have to be sad. Its just another good weather for her. The wind breeze brushed past her, and it messed up her hair so she fixed it, taking the strands of hair and tucked them behind the ear. Lynette sighed.

“I can tell that you’re feeling something that you don’t wanna address about. After I got sick, you seemed really distant. I didnt wanna ask but..if somehow this is inconveniencing you, you don’t have to be here for me. I can take care of myself..” Lynette started. Looking at the hospital’s building right in front of her. A few patients are enjoying their walks too and had glanced them every once in a while.

“As much as I love you, you’re not obligated to stay beside me if you don’t want to. If you think you can’t handle me right now, then…” she hesitated. “Walk away.” She finished hesitantly.

Lynette stared at her hand. Feeling the breeze passing by her again. They were quiet for quite a while. None of them spoke of anything else. James was too quiet. He heard Lynette, and he knows she wanted an explanation. But he wasn’t ready to get his heart broken again. He was choosing whether to bury the secret with her or just simply be vulnerable as well. Lynette puts her palm on his thigh and gave it a few reassuring strokes before she got up, wanting to go back to the building again, leaving James behind, not looking back anymore.

James started to get anxious, his heart was beating faster. He doesn’t wanna let her go. He wants her. James got up and went after her. When he caught up to her, he held her arm. He doesn’t looked at her just yet but when he did, he almost felt like crying.

“We will have the conversation, I promise. But let’s just focus on getting you better first? Please?” He begged. Looking at her with the stupid puppy dog eyes she had ever seen. He wanted her to drop it, he doesn’t want to talk about it. He demanded not to speak of it. Lynette sighed and surrendered. At that point, she couldn’t care anymore. Both of them walked back to her room together.

Night came, and so was Lynette’s scheduled surgery time. She was pretty nervous about her first surgery. James was there right by her bed before getting into the OR. Her heart was beating so fast, she was too worried. What if she ended up dead on the table like her father?

“You’re gonna be fine.” James reassured her.

“Whatever happens, I love you.” Lynette confessed. Again, James felt his trauma running throughout her whole body. Felt the shiver running down his spine. He even has the goosebumps. “I love you more.” He replied, giving her the kiss before Foreman pushed her into the OR. James was praying hard on the inside that he would see her again when she comes out from the OR. James went to the observation deck. He wanted to be there every step of the way.

He sat down when the surgery started and House joined him. Sitting next to him with a file in his hand. James eyed the file and saw Lynette’s name on it. James sighed and rolled his eyes from the annoyance. “I dont want to see her file.” He jest. Adamant not to play anymore games with House. House smiled at him. “Oh you’re gonna want to.” He passed the file to him. James not budging. Hes not taking the file from his hand and he’s not saying a word.

“I am just gonna say that unless you guys had a wonderful coitus, a stork is coming your way in another 9 months.” House teased. Giving him the hint.

James’s mouth dropped. “What?” Is all he could managed before reaching for her file. “She’s pregnant?” James asked flipping through her file and saw that her pregnancy test was confirmed positive. He didn’t bother to look at the other tests that were displayed in the file.

“Yea, probably got knocked up by some guy before—“

“She was a virgin.” James confessed. House raised his eyebrows.

“This is not some kind of virgin birth, Wilson. She’s pregnant.” House retorts.

“It’s mine..I took her virginity.” James confessed again, unable to process the information.

“Well, congratulations? I guess? I don’t know. What reaction are you looking for?” House asked before going out.

“House!” James called, and House stopped just right by the door. “Not one word of this please.” He begged but House didn’t say anything back and walk out.

[noro-noro-noro]

the dreams I had got mixed up also.

taking the bus 1.5 they changed refinery missions in drg

big party with my relatives 2.5. some people noisy outside my window

some drunk girl takes my boots & teleports away

fantasy world crusade

i have to find hentai with the tags "bearded dragon"

why are the half dreams that i added in later indented. this is annoying

1. taking the bus home from highschool again & that guy was there but the bus stop was now at the bottom of my driveway instead of the bottom of his driveway. my sister was also on the bus and she was telling me the bus stop was at our driveway instead of Alex's but I didn't believe her until it actually stopped. then I was like jaylene when did it become this bus stop!??? when??? also there were lotuses growing next to the driveway so I was cheerful wbout that bc I like them, but then my mom yelled at me for eating lotus root and scattering the seeds around the yard last year bc now she has to dig up all the lotuses & I was like why :( I like these... then there was likr a little hole under the house with blue lighting that looked just like a picture I drew, down to the shitty lineart that I started overpainting instead. I overpainted some of the water in the pond. it was purple.

1.5 something drg related. they changed how pipes in refining worked. scout couf build his own pipes they were blue and placed faster. and also there were 6 geysers now so 6 pipes.

2. a big party with my dad's side of the family, but it happened again in my mom's house. that's always the house I see in my dreams so whatever. one of my smaller cousins C was trying to play piano. i was surprised at how they got such a nice piano onto the driveway and was worried it was gonna rain. everybody was drinking a bit & being a little rowdy , so I decided to keep at eye on my little cousins instead. she tried playing the middle part of a famous waltz that had been simplified down to child level, but then part of it was also just in the hall of the mountain king. which I should look back into playing again bc it was a lot of fun. anyway!! I was trying to help her out but I only had a shitty light blue colored pencil to make notes with. then as people were leaving I heard shouting from inside, a dude named Zach was being a pain in the ass. my brain immediately was like "do you know rhis guy? he's a white gsmer mustve been one of your ex's friends that you forgot to remove on social media" even though he was literally a dude I saw 10-15 times on campus bc he was in Industrial Design which was the huilding next to ours. anyway idk his crimes but he was just chilling in the living room and I kind of wanted him to leave.

2.5. just remembered this, it was also in my mom's house. I was sleeping in my old room when I heard people yelling from the patio (directly under my old room) & it was 8am so I turned the light on & peeked out & there was some family down there who lookrd up a me a bit sheepishly. I like gestured at them & then turbed my light back off.

3. this kinda takes place in the post party zone. it was a similar vibe to the last day of thing I volunteered for in Taiwan, where all the rules went out the window bc half the people "leading" the groups were younger than the college students, and everybody wanted to be drinking, and we were 7 to a room & one of the girls I was with kicked us all out bc she wanted to get with a guy so I was just wandering around the area like :-/ I want to go to bed.... the night market is already closed by now.....anyway it was like that vibe. we were in a similar hotel now, if slightly nicer. some drunk girl in a white fur coat and very fancy strappy heeled sandals showed up with her friend & they sat next to me & talked really loudly for a while, and then the girl was like um. hey. can I borrow your boots to go to the bathroom I don't wanna walk in these heels. so I was like ok sure just bring them back.... & she was like omg thanks babe :D & then as she was taking her sandals off I noticed she had abnormally small feet. whatever. she took my.boots & then like teleported away.

4. there was some kind of sci Fi fantasy aspect leaking in now. like fantasy where the magic is old abandoned scifi stuff like sword of shannara. I was on some quest to do something. there was a machine of some sort? some kind of thing I had. I downloaded something that turned me invisible Just in time since some mafia guys were about to walk up. their girls were also wearing strappy heels. cut to the rest of my stupid stupid party seeing the girl who took my boots also hanging onto MY dimensional gate bow that we were LOOKING FOR. and they were just like oh cool! & let her g on her way

5. it was really vital that I accurately typed in tags to look for some kind of hentai that had a bearded dragon in it..not participating or anything, just that the main girl had one & you got to see her feed it before she went off to get railed or whatever. unfortunately I couldn't spell bearded properly.

[mays-simping-for-leona]

everything is gonna be ok..

hi guys! posting this scenario because i will start writing the pirate leona x siren reader and post it tomorrow so here is some depressing thing because i like to be an asshole and i want you guys to hate me😈⏤͟͟͞͞★

characters:

leona kingscholar, gn!reader (since it doesn't contain love so i will be cute and make this for once)⏤͟͟͞͞★

information:

leona in depression, trauma, leona bursting in tears, sad comfort⏤͟͟͞͞★

prompt:

There was a week off, so Leona went home. Leona wasn't answering your calls all the time or your messages for the whole week, so when he returned to Night Raven, you decided to go and see what was going on with him⏤͟͟͞͞★

⏤͟͟͞͞★enjoy!

(i don't think you will)

note: i hate leona's father very much for some reason and i believe that he's the one who started the whole shit of mistreating leona so im gonna put him as a bastard, and believe that he abused leona when he was a child, let me be a hater please

"LEONAAAA!!" You were knocking on the door forcefully and annoyed for about a quarter of an hour. Leona did not open the door. He was acting very strange and just ignoring you, even though you are very close friends, and if there was something that was bothering Leona, he would have told you or scolded you in some way "WHAT THE HELL IS GOING IN YOUR HEAD?! I WILL COUNT TO 10, IF YOU DIDN'T OPEN I WILL BREAK THE DOOR!!"

again, Leona didn't answer at all. you are sure he's in the room, What happened to him suddenly?..is he mad at you for some reason or just having a bad mood and doesn't want anyone around

"1..2..3..4..5..6..7..8..9..10!!!"

You ran to the door and pushed it with all your might with your shoulder several times until it finally broke and you fell on your face "ah shit..damn you man, why you made me do that?? ugh..it hurts.." You got to your feet, rubbing your shoulder painfully and looking at the bed. Leona was already asleep on the bed, under the covers with his back to you..You took a sharp, angry breath and stood next to the bed, one hand on your waist and the other hand pulling Leona's ear with it

"hey, big kitten, you awake?" He didn't say anything, so you sighed and pulled the covers from his face with a frown "leona don't act like that if there's something wrong you should te-...leona?"

you felt every cell in your body freezing..Leona's face is pale, has circles, and looks thinner than the last time you saw him..he look sick and tired, The sparkle in his eyes disappeared. He was awake, but he just didn't react. He just looked like a dead piece of meat

"wtf leona" You quickly took the cover off Leona completely and pulled him from his shoulder and turned him onto his back, sitting next to the bed and staring at your friend's face, which seemed devoid of life and very depressed for an unknown reason..

Leona, who always seemed depressed to you, was never like that. It seems that he hasn't been eating well lately, and his physical health is also deteriorating. He's got a stinky smell, as if he hasn't showered for several days already, and he hasn't even changed his clothes for a while

you had a moment of silence..just looking into his eyes and feeling the shock to see him in such weak condition, sick and depressed, devoid of any sign of motivation..As if the last flame of life remaining in his broken soul was gone

"what happened, leona?..why are you..like this?.." you became soft and cautious now. just sat next to him and tried to stroke his hair and shoulder to reassure him a little..you know he feels better this way, and again he didn't tell you anything..So you decided to give him his time to...no, wait, no giving him time

You quickly got up from his bed after changing your mind, then you grabbed Leona by his feet and pulled him out of the bed by force. His weight was lighter than usual and he did not resist you either. Leona, who was usually going to scream at you and curse you, did not move even a single finger to prevent you from getting him out of bed, now you started to really really get worried about him

“So skinny that I can lift you?.." You looked in shock after you pulled him from his hand so easily making him stand, You made him lean on your shoulder and throw all his weight on your left side, then you walked with him slowly to the bathroom, you hand behind his back for support

You made Leona sit on the edge of the bathtub and began to help him take off his clothes gently and carefully, until he was left with only his pants. His eyes looked at you again and again at the floor. It seemed as if he was not fully conscious at all..doesn't know what to do and very lost

You sighed after smelling the bad smell in his clothes and threw them in the laundry basket, quickly pulling your sleeves up and staying only with the white shirt, you opened the water and adjusted the temperature, looking back at leona with worry but giving a soft smile

you made Leona stand under the warm water and helped him clean his hair and body, trying from time to time to get him to speak or say something, but he was just silent, looking at you with half-open eyes or staring blankly..after you finished bathing him, you dried his hair for him and gave him new, clean clothes this time. You combed his hair yourself and tied it in a bun for him

Now, you carefully pulled him back to the bed and made him sit down. You gave him another caring smile as you squatted in front of him to look at his face because he was bowing his head to the floor again "hungry?..i know you won't resist a very delicious piece of meat, will you?" as usual he wasn't going to answer you, but before you could stand you saw him nodding slightly, just a small nod

you smiled, knowing that you made him feel a bit better after all..you decided to stay like this, trying to take care of him and help him until he is able to speak or have a mental breakdown "Do you want to go with me and watch me cook?" he nodded again..raising his hand, you were confused for a moment until you realized that he wanted you to pull him with you again, You held his hand and helped him stand up again so he could lean on you, and you both went to the kitchen..

Leona was sitting on a chair next to the counter, while you were cooking some meat, eggs, and other vegetables for dinner. From time to time, you stood in front of him and smiled at him and watched his troubled and miserable expression. He looked at you completely broken, lost in thought and you could not guess what was he thinking all this time..looking all weak and fragile whenever his eyes meets yours

you are dying to know what could have happened to make leona so shattered and lost..

Finally, you returned to the room with him on the bed and the care did not stop. You were feeding him yourself and eating as well and trying to say some good things, ignoring the deadly desire inside you to jump on him and ask him 20 times a second why he was like this

Leona was barely eating, chewing his food very slowly as if his body did not even have the ability to eat. For a moment, he seemed to be listening to your words, but who knows the thoughts running through his mind? His eyes were saying something different. His body language and everything in him was asking for help, asking to be close to you. And attention... he just couldn't say it out loud... his tongue was tied and the words were stuck in his mouth. He tried from time to time to open his mouth to say something but ended up giving up and the floor of the room met his miserable face again

until he couldn't hold it in anymore..

You got up carrying the tray after you finished eating and were going to return it to the kitchen, but suddenly you were interrupted by Leona's voice, who decided to speak out of nowhere..

"y/n.."

he didn't call you "herbivore", wich only increased your worry and you immediately put the tray on the ground, running to sit on the bed with him again, looking intently and ears all open to hear what he has to say

his voice was low and shaky, almost a whisper..you could barely hear him, but you were sure of one thing...leona is holding back tears, The soft, broken tone he carries, as if he is suffocating, a great weight on his chest as he tries to hold himself back

"y/n..i need to..ask you...one question.."

"what is it, leona? i will answer whatever question you have in mind" You said quickly as you confirmed the situation to him, trying to get him to talk as soon as possible

He hesitated, his mouth slightly open and trembling as he tried to get the words out of his mouth. He did not raise his head. In the end, he was able to come up with his question with difficulty "Why do you... care about me?... Do you think I deserve... attention and wasting... your time on me?.."

For a moment, you were shocked and shouted and told him that his question was stupid, but you immediately realized that the problem must have happened in the palace with his family and that he is asking this question because he wants to get rid of the doubts inside him.. He needs your support now, you are not supposed to scold him, Just answer his questions nicely..

"because, you are the kind of "pass the thrones to reach the flower" person, You are gifted with everything, and you act as if you are a bad person, while you are the opposite. You are just trying to make yourself look worse, while inside you is something completely different. You care for those close to you, give them advice, and help them. You also stood with me during my difficult times and were a wonderful friend to me, and we spent Fun days together, days you made me smile and laugh with all my heart. days you allowed me to rest my head on your shoulder and cry, you heard me complaining and skipped naps just to listen to my yap.. Do I need to add more? i care for you because you care for me, you are just so amazing and cool friend!"

leona went silent again, but this time raising his head and looking at you..a desperate look, you have never seen such expression on his face..you approached him more, this time holding his hands with care and talking gently to him "leona, if there's something you want to say..you know i will listen to you, just talk..you are exhausting yourself by staying shut!"

After some urging from you, trying in every way to show him how much you care and how sad he is, Leona pulled his knees up to his chest and put his chin on them, all his movements indicating that he would cry soon as soon as he starts speaking

"i..well, don't know how to say it out loud like this.."

"just say it, i hear you, i understand you, just let the words come out!"

"..."

he took a deep breath, and began..

"in the palace..this week was the worst..You know, I always just sleep and get lazy about everything. My brother scolds me a little and some of the servants gossip..but the situation was different this week..all my family were unusually angry with me, like, too much, they threw rude words at me all the time, one of them came every once in a while. tells me how much I am a failure in everything and I cannot do a single task like a prince. I sleep all day and eat like an animal. Especially... my father, despite his illness, just decided to call me to his room and tell me that he feels ashamed because I am his son and that he regrets it he had me. He said he no longer cared about me or whether I existed or not. He wished he could get rid of me somehow and that I was a burden on the family.. well..you might think that yeah i won't care i just put their word in trash..but..I'm not kidding when I tell you that I felt like I was going to explode.. I felt like everything piled up on me strongly when my father said that he would issue a royal order to dismiss me from Night Raven. I don't want to stay for the love of collage.. I hate it, I just want to escape.. I want to get out of the palace They are all chasing me and not allowing me to live normally. My father just told me that he will make the guards watch me and prevent me from going out. He will deprive me of money and I will have to work on my own and do something useful with my life to live. He said that I do not deserve to waste his precious wealth on a loser. He said that he knew that I was a disappointment from the moment he saw me. He felt ashamed and decided to treat me like the failure that I am..."

Leona paused to think, his body trembling lightly and his eyes watery..His voice is broken and completely collapsed, he stutters a little, trying to form his sentences properly..

"I thought I would bear it as usual and show you the pain I felt inside, but everything my father said to me made something inside me collapse. I felt like someone had slapped me. His words were like poison. His sharp looks stabbed me repeatedly in the chest. He looked at me with condescension. It's as if I'm inferior to him... as if I'm a piece of shit, and then... everyone... everyone around me... just calls me the same names and says that I'm very rude and lazy and don't do anything useful. They expect from me that I will be motivated by their damned words and achieve achievements in... My life.. They call me a bad person after they trampled on me. They trampled on my dignity, my pride, my honor, and the last thing I have to keep my mind from going crazy.. I try to stay calm and away from everyone so that the worst does not happen.. so that I am not shocked by their words, so that I do not It is added to the mountains of poison that I have accumulated inside me for years... but... I can no longer bear it... I want... why should I bear it? If everyone sees me as a stupid loser, whether I exist or not is the same, and no matter what I do or say, they will criticize me and mock me. If I just breathe, they will say, “Leona, the bastard, is taking our oxygen. He knows nothing but breathing.” I no longer care. I will not try to show strength. From now on, I will just surrender to my reality and tell the truth to everyone.."

(guys help i started crying while writing-)

"me, leona..I claim to be a force. I claim to be the invincible man who cares nothing about life. I am just a coward. A coward trying to escape from my problems and fears. A coward who decided to give up in his youth and let people say the filthiest things about him, instead of searching for a goal for myself. New I decided to become a failure. Yes, I think I really am a failure. Maybe people are right and I just refuse to accept their words.. because I always expected that everyone would hate me just because I existed, just because I was with them on the same planet.. It was really a mistake, I should not have I was born as my father said. He had the option of making my mother have an abortion, but he decided to keep me and make me born into this life with the curse of hatred. Maybe he will throw a party to celebrate the day I died and everyone will say that I finally died. I don’t know what I did to them. They are just upset. Very much, because I am surrendering, but at the same time, if I tried to reach my goal, they would prevent me and criticize me. I don’t understand..I don’t understand anything anymore.."

in the middle of his words, leona's watery eyes allowed some tears to escape..Leona tried to wipe his tears with his hand, but you quickly grabbed his hand and prevented him from wiping them

"no..cry, you need to cry, don't wipe the tears.." You moved closer to him, this time pulling him to make him place his head on your shoulder gently. You were carefully stroking his back and hair and trying to make him burst in tears more and cry. Leona was holding in his heart a lot and it is not good for him to hide his feelings more than this.."here..continue, say more.."

Leona remained silent for a few seconds, but when you were no longer looking at him... you felt his expression tightening strongly, his body trembling as if he wanted to embrace you and scream at the top of his lungs, his breathing was unsteady on your shoulder, which was wet with his tears... he made light moaning sounds as he hardly buried his head in Your shoulder and he continues his words, this time his voice is a little louder and completely shaky. It will soon collapse and turn into a scream and a long moan...painful whimpers..

"i..i...y/n..i feel like a..a grown child..I don't want this.. I don't want to stay like this, I don't want my life to be destroyed more.. My life is already ruined. What's left to spoil it?.. Why?.. Just.. Why does everyone hate me like this? Why does no one listen to me for once? Why does not a single person in my family try to support me? Why do they all just see me as an inferior, failed being?? What would they lose if they cared about me just a little?! I want...I want someone to care about me and treat me well, to treat me as if I were a natural being and not inferior to other human beings...to be treated fairly for once...why don't I deserve this? Was it really my fault that I was just born? Is all this misery and suffering because my brother was born before me?! No one can see from afar and know that I'm just pretending to be strong while now I'm pathetic.. crying on your shoulder.. I'm pathetic..so pathetic!!!"

Leona's nails began to dig into your shirt and skin, and his voice became louder and louder with every sentence he said. Your shirt was wet from his tears, and your ear began to hurt because of the muffled words that had now become screams, screams of pain that had been trapped and tightly locked for 20 years of disappointment and sadness. Injustice, bullying, self-belittlement, and self-flagellation. How many times did Leona blame himself for things he did not do and were not at fault for? He is just in pain... he is suffering silently and no one hears him except you tonight. No one sees him screaming at the top of his lungs while he is just asking. For someone to take care of him and treat him well... Leona, who had been steadfast for 20 years, could no longer bear it, and now the light glass barrier separating him from complete collapse has been broken. The dark and deep sea that Leona tried to escape from has now drowned him. Leona. Now we are in a stage of no return... and no one here can help except you..

for the next few hours, You were sitting with Leona, consoling him, giving him encouraging and motivating words, explaining many unclear things to him, and answering his questions, while Leona was in his bed and you were sitting next to him, speaking in the gentlest voice possible, giving him water and candy, and trying to be positive. After intense difficulty and discussion for an hour and a half, you were able to convince Leona to take a therapy, and that you would always stay by his side and support him whenever he needed you

"better?" After you finished speaking, you were completely exhausted, with your head on the chess table next to Leona's bed, tired and wanting to sleep because you had headache now..it is 3 am already

Only his eyes were peeking out from under the cover, staring at you with some kind of hope. He shook his head slightly and hid completely under the cover "thank..you.." He said, his voice hoarse from screaming

you chuckled, feeling like he looks some sort of a kitten "You don't have to thank me, I am your friend.. I will be next to you sleeping, now relax and sleep"

i hope i was able to ruin your happy day and now you hate me😍🙏🏻see you in the pirate leona scenario!

⏤͟͟͞͞★thanks for reading!

[physicsfox7]

Anxiety attacks dont make any fucking sense. Usually I know why I'm having one, but never see them coming.

This time I could feel it coming on, for over an hour. I thought having music would make the difference, but its not my stim music, so of course it wouldn't work. But I dont know why. Its not money related, I dont feel like my friends hate me.

I'm just scared. And tender, if that makes sense.

I dont understand all of this, as is blatantly clear by my saying "I dont get it" in every autism/anxiety/panic attack related post I've made in the last 6 months. Does anyone? Are we supposed to analyze this and apply logic to an illogical situation and...reverse engineer it?

Because I can't fucking think straight to save my life right now. I had enough presence to plug in my phone and dig out my ear buds.

I think fondly of the days when I would feel anxious and just push it down. Then get a migraine a day or two later.

The common trigger (as unoriginal as it is) seems to be staying up too late. And here I am tapping on my phone instead of trying to sleep. But is there any point in laying in my bed next to my partner and shaking, sighing, and twitching? Why disturb her? Even though I feel guilty on the nights I dont go to bed.

I might pass out in 10 more minutes, or lay in bed until day. How did I get here? I went from calm, confident and capable to a mess practically overnight.

I masked so hard I didnt know I was. I didnt know I was suppressing everything, I didnt know I was making myself sick. I thought I was feeling things in the moment and moving on.

Then seemingly overnight (maybe a couple of weeks, it was disturbingly quick) I didnt take my armor off in stages, I ripped it all down to nothing. I have no protections: anxiety attacks in the grocery store, an inability to move some mornings, a crushing weight on my chest, a racing heart out of nowhere. Right now I'm shaking so badly autocorrect is doing most of the work.

There wasnt any point to this. Not really. No one who might read this hasnt already gone through it 1000 times. This is old hat, not that it diminishes the severity.

On a positive note, they do seem to be coming less frequently. I'll take it, its a damn sight better than 5 or 6 a day, laying on my floor gasping for hours.

Same rules as always: scroll by if you want. I dont ask anything of anyone, even to read it. Not like I'm comfortable enough to actually say anything here. This is all vagaries, which makes me mad at myself. I need to be hoenst with myseld and those around me, and in some instances I just can't. Because I am a coward and I'm afraid of how people react.

This is just making me spiral, and I just want to send it before I delete it.

[thelovelylolly]

Hey! I saw you're looking for fluffy comfort requests. About three weeks ago I broke my collarbone in two spots and part of my t1 vertebrae. There's not a whole lot I'm allowed to do with my left arm right now and kind of part of how I've been dealing is imagining a world where Steve is real and helping me out. I always see Steve being described as a total mother hen which I think is fitting. Could you write something where reader gets hurt (whatever kind of injury you want to write) and Steve takes care of them? They can be in a relationship or not. Thanks!

I'll Take Care of You

Summary : While training with Steve, you get injured. Warnings : mention of injury, that's it :) Notes : aw i'm so sorry about your injuries anon! i hope you feel better! enjoy :)

You were the only person who would wake up early enough to train with Steve. He would wake up around 5 am to go on a run then come back to the compound to train at 6. Was it because you had a crush on the captain? No, definitely not...

Yes. It totally was.

Natasha and Tony would tease you about it, but at least you were training, right? The first time you showed up early to the training room, it took Steve off guard. Usually, he'd workout and train by himself to gather his thoughts but then you walked in one morning and now, he looked forward to training with you.

You got up a little late since Sam and Natasha took you out for drinks the night before. When you woke up to your alarm that had been snoozed five times, you were late to training.

You jogged into the training room to see Steve was hitting a punching bag over and over again, with a row of extra punching bags set up. He looked over when the door opened to see you, already in your workout clothes and with your bag over your shoulder.

"I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to sleep in! I know you wait for me, I'm sorry-"

"It's okay. I know you, Sam and Nat hung out last night, I was expecting you to sleep in," Steve said with a smile.

Why did he have to be so understanding? Why did his smile make your heart skip a beat?

"Well," you said as you placed your bed down, "I guess we should start training, huh?"

"We should, since we missed half an hour of our usual time," Steve teased as he walked over to the sparring ring with you.

You and Steve would do a few rounds of sparring then switch to something else, whatever either of you wanted to do. You were on round three of sparring and the late night tiredness was catching up to you. You went to bed at midnight so you only had little over 6 hours of sleep.

Your hits and strikes were getting a bit sloppy and Steve noticed, simply dodging side to side. Then, you put too much force into a punch and with Steve moving to the side, you went flying forward to the ground. On your way down, you hit your head on one of the ring's posts.

Steve called out your name but the hit to your head made you dizzy and dazed. He was by your side in an instant, picking you up and sitting you down on a nearby bench. "Hey, are you okay?"

"My head hurts," you answered quietly.

"Just keep your eyes open and stay awake, alright? I'll take care of you," he replied, walking over to get a cold water bottle from the stocked fridge. He went back to you, kneeling down and pressing the cold bottle against your head. "What else can I do?"

"Just keep me thinking, ask me questions. That's what you do with head injuries...I think."

"Um, well, what did you, Nat and Sam talk about last night?"

"Nothing special. They kept teasing me, though."

"Teasing you about what?"

"They think I have a crush on you because I train with you."

Steve moved to sit next to you, still holding the bottle to your head. "Oh. Um, if they're wrong, why do you train with me?"

You laughed before wincing in pain a little bit. "They're not wrong, Steve. At first, they were, but not they aren't."

"So you have a crush on me?"

"Yes, Captain, I have a crush on you."

You looked over at Steve. In your sleep deprived and injured state, you just admitted your feelings to Steve. Smooth, real smooth.

Steve smiled at you, the same one that would give you butterflies, before giving you a kiss on your cheek. You immediately blushed as a lovesick smile grew on your face.

"I think you should take me to the medical bay, I'm pretty sure I just hallucinated you giving me a kiss on the cheek," you said, weakly laughing.

"Wasn't a hallucination, but alright doll."

Steve gently took your hand and placed it on the water bottle, making sure you were holding it before he scooped you up in his strong arms. He carried you out of the training room and down the hallways to the medical bay.

You may have hit your head, but you knew you weren't hallucinating. Steve Rogers had given you a kiss, called you doll and carried you to the medical bay.

He really knew how to take care of you.

[zafirosreverie]

Must be the eyes (Teacher!Agatha x Fem!Student!Reader) part  8

(part 1) (part 2) (part 3) (part 4) (part 5) (part 6) (part 7)

a/n: Does anyone still read this? I’m sorry for not posting in days, but here it is! I hope you enjoy it!

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Wanda smiled and rolled her eyes fondly as she read the message that Agatha had sent.

"Y/N 's sick. I'll stay to take care of her. It's your turn to take care of the girls."

The redhead knew exactly what that meant. She knew you weren't sick at all, but it was the last day in Salem and her friend just wanted to spend it with you. If she was honest with herself, she had been quite surprised when Agatha told her about her...she wasn't really sure if you were dating or not, but at least she knew there were kisses and sex.

Either way, she was happy for you (even though it had been embarrassing to go to reception and say that they weren't going to change rooms after all) and had been covering you for the past two weeks.

"Okay, tell Miss Y/L/N that I hope she feels better soon"

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Agatha giggled lightly and made a mental note to buy the red-haired woman dinner, before throwing her phone on the nightstand. Wanda had been a great help in these two weeks and the brunette was completely grateful for it.

You grunted a little and rolled over on the bed, unconsciously pressing yourself against the older woman's chest. Agatha smiled and kissed your head, stroking your back.

This was something completely different from what you had done so far. Not the sex, that was still as wild as the first day. But this, waking up with you in her arms and allowing herself to contemplate you as the daylight filtered through the curtains. That was new.

You guys had made a pact (well actually, she had made all the rules ... but you had nodded, which meant you were in complete agreement ... right?) That you could only use the nights for yourselves.

So when morning came, she would get up quickly and go to bathe. By the time she came out, you were already waking up, so she just left you in the room alone, so you could get ready.

She didn't talk to you all day and she rarely came near you. There was no need, after all. You were hers.

She couldn't explain the wave of relief that washed over her. Knowing that you belonged to her, that everything you put on, what you did, was for her, it was a great liberation. She no longer had to torture herself by thinking you were someone else’s.

The only thing that hadn't changed was that her eyes were constantly on you. She watched every step you took, every time you sat down (she didn't want you to show too much, ok? Those legs were hers), but especially, she watched every interaction you had with Nicholas Jadu.

You had told her that she had nothing to worry about, that you were just friends. And of course she believed you, she trusted you. Just...not him.

But either way, she didn't have to worry about it. Not today. Today you would be in bed all day and she would enjoy her last day with you to the fullest.

Yes, maybe she should have asked you first before reporting you sick ... but she was sure you would agree.

You always did.

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You stretched out a bit before you started rubbing your eyes. You were feeling a bit tired, but it was nothing new to you. In recent days, waking up exhausted, with weak legs, sore arms, and hickeys all over the body, was common.

You sighed quietly before you rolled. Or well, try to roll. You frowned when your back hit something, and you felt a grip on your hip. You opened your eyes and found your head buried in Agatha's chest.

Okay- This...this wasn’t common.

She never woke up next to you. She always slipped away before the sun finished rising and she left you in the room, by yourself. She said it was to be safe, to avoid raising suspicions. Too bad that meant that the brunette could never see your disappointed face, nor the trembling of your legs, which was not from the activities of the night before, but from fear.

Fear of stepping into a trap. Fear of recognizing in those blue eyes that you loved so much, the shadow of those green ones that hurted you so much.

"She's not like that" you thought, trying to reassure yourself. But it all felt too much the same.

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Agatha frowned slightly when she saw you lost in thought. She didn't want to intrude, but she couldn't help but worry, either. Maybe you were really sick?

"Y/N?" she asked softly, making you jump slightly "everything fine  in that little head of yours?"

"Y-yes" you mumbled "just...I was finishing waking up" you lied

The brunette didn't seem to believe you, but she decided not to pressure you, so she just nodded and kissed your head. You sighed a little and felt your cheeks blush. You liked being like this, calm in her arms. But something was still wrong ...

"Aggs ..." you whispered

The woman smiled a little, she loved when you called her that. "Yes, my love?"

"...why are you here?" you asked carefully.

Agatha frowned and looked at you for a moment, somewhat confused. You didn't want her to be there? Weren't you glad to wake up with her? But then a pang of guilt attacked her.

Of course you would be confused! She never woke up next to you. She cursed herself for a moment, before looking at you again and giving you a smile that she hoped was reassuring.

"It's our last day" she told you "I wanted to be with you" she admitted, stroking your cheek.

You blushed a little more and looked away from her, making her laugh a little. She kissed you on the temple again, before taking your chin and lifting your face a little so she could kiss you on the lips.

"We'll be late" you murmured against her mouth "Surely they are already waiting for us"

Agatha smiled at you and shook her head slightly.

"I ... I told Wanda you were sick" she said, a little embarrassed "I know I should have asked you first, but-"

"It’s okay" you interrupted her.

Yes, it would have been nice if she woke you up to ask you before doing it, but you were grateful and a little touched by the gesture. She had put her job aside to be with you, after all.

"We can always say that you felt better" she told you "If at any time you want to go out, we will simply say that you already feel good"

You smiled and let her kiss you again. Unlike the heated kisses she gave you at night, before throwing you on the bed, this kiss was calm, slow, and loving. Her hand on your waist didn't make you feel excited, but it did make you feel loved and protected.

You liked this Agatha Harkness. The one who took care of you, who made you feel special and loved. The one who simply wanted to be with you because she could, not to satisfy some need.

"Do you want breakfast?" she asked after a while of kissing you "I can go down to buy something"

"Well ... I wouldn't say no to some pancakes" you said, smiling shyly.

"Pancakes will be then" she replied.

The brunette leaned over you again and kissed you deeply one last time, before getting up and changing to go out

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Agatha was careful when she went down to the hotel’s restaurant and ordered breakfast. It wasn't that she was afraid that some student would see her or that they would start asking questions, she had an alibi ready. But she preferred not to be withholding more than necessary. She wanted to get back to you as soon as possible.

The woman knew she hadn't been entirely fair to you in recent weeks. But she hadn't known what else to do. She wanted to be with you, she wanted to hold your hand as you walked, hug you, take care of you. But she couldn't risk doing it in public, and by the time the night came, she needed you so badly that she just blurted out, taking what she wanted from you.

No, it wasn't a good excuse, and she knew it. But she was hoping she could make it up to you a little today.

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"Pancakes and a couple of flowers" you said, smiling when the brunette offered you a small bouquet of violets that you recognized as one of the ones sold outside the hotel. "Either there is bad news or someone is trying to get on my good side" you joked, but you couldn't help your heart flutter. It was a nice touch of her part.

"A bit of both" admitted the woman.

You frowned a bit, watching her as she carelessly tossed her purse onto the dresser and kicked off her shoes. Agatha smiled at you as she climbed on top of you on the bed and kissed you again. Okay, there had been a lot of kisses today and it was barely 10, what was going on?

"There's bad news because it's our last day" she said "And I'm trying to get on your good side because I don't want anything to change between us when we get back" she said

"A little late for that, don’t you think?" you said

"Touché" she laughed lightly, getting off you and sitting next to you "Well, I don't want things to change too much between us" she said

"Well I'm sure my classmates will still make me sit in the front row as a totem to calm the storm" you joked

Agatha laughed heartily at this and seeing her so free and open was a beautiful sight.

"I'm glad to hear that" she said, kissing your cheek "I miss our little arguments" she admitted

"Me too" you said

"And we still have a pending debate" she said "Don't think we finished with Medusa"

Now you laughed heartily and shook your head. You were more than ready for that debate.

The brunette leaned on your shoulder as you finished your breakfast, leaving a trail of lazy kisses on your neck. One of her hands pulled a lock of hair from your face and caressed your cheek, while she wrapped her other arm around you.

You were confused at how different she was acting, but this...yeah, this felt good.

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You sighed when you got off the bus.

It all felt so surreal, like you had just woken up from a dream (or a two week coma). You just felt different. You weren't the same girl you had been before Salem.

Your classmates came and went with their suitcases, some talking, others laughing, others too tired. You watched Nick kiss Dalton goodbye on the cheek and you smiled. At least one of you could continue your love story.

You discreetly looked in the direction of the teachers and were not surprised to find a pair of blue eyes staring at you.

Neither of you moved. You didn’t smile, didn’t greet each other, didn’t walk towards each other. Nothing. You just looked at each other and you felt your chest tighten a bit. You knew it was a goodbye.

Your time was up.

But it was okay. The universe had given you almost two weeks with this woman. Yes, maybe there were things you didn't like (that terrified you, actually), like her jealousy and possessiveness. But there were also things that you would keep in your memory forever, like her kisses, her arms drawing you to her to sleep, the way she caressed your cheek or the way she made you feel pretty.

Also, you held in your arms the reminder of what you had shared with her.

Agatha looked at you as you sighed again and grabbed your suitcase, walking towards Nicholas's car. She would have offered to drive you home, but she had to stay until each and every student was gone and she didn't want to have you there waiting.

Besides, she knew that she would only be delaying the inevitable. The deadline was up and you had to go back to being just teacher and student.

However, when she saw you get into the car with little Aggie in your arms, she smiled to herself. All the way back, the doll had been sitting between the two of you, serving as a shield so that no one else could see that your hands were intertwined.

She had to admit that she had been flattered and touched when the doll's name escaped from your mouth. You had turned red and she had giggled, but she had told you that it was a nice name. You had smiled at her and, taking care that no one saw, you had given her a quick kiss.

Damn. She was going to miss you.

Well, at least her mini-me would be safe in your arms. Lucky doll.

"Harkness, a little help around here" Wanda called her. Agatha sighed and gave you one last look before turning and walking to the redhead. She didn't notice the sad smile you gave her.

________________

You sighed in relief when you finally got into bed later that night. Finally you began to feel all the weight and fatigue of the trip.

Also ... you didn't want to think about how huge and cold your bed felt, or the presence that was missing next to you. You told yourself it was part of the deal, that this was agreed upon.

You didn't want to, but you tried to remember the bad things. The times she scolded you out of jealousy, how she subtly tried to control you. All of that. You needed to convince yourself that it was just an affair and that was all. That you shouldn't want more.

But then you remembered the good things too. And of course, your heart, ignoring your brain, decided that that was more than enough to forgive the other.

"Damn woman" you muttered "Did she have to stay so buried in my head?"

You rolled onto your side and looked at the doll on your nightstand. You felt a warmth in your chest, similar to the one you felt the day you opened the gift on your bed.

You jumped a bit when your cell phone vibrated and the screen lit up with a new message. Frowning at the time, you took it. Your heart stopped for a moment and you couldn't help but smile like an idiot when you opened it.

From: Ms Harkness

Miss you.

I know I'm breaking the agreement, but I needed you to know.

Damn this woman and the way she controls you. It seems that you would fall under her spell again and see her in your dreams.

From: You

I miss you too

Wish you were here.

From: Ms. Harkness

I wish I was there too.

I don't know if I can fulfill the agreement, Y/N. It's only been a few hours and I already need you.

From: You

In a good way, I hope?

From: Agatha

In all ways ;)

You laughed a bit at that and cursed her again.

From: Agatha

It's late, I should let you sleep.

see you tomorrow.

From: you

I don't know if I can sleep. But okay.

See you tomorrow.

From: Agatha

Good night.

I love you

Your heart jumped a bit and you felt butterflies in your stomach at the last message.

From: you

Love you too.

You turned off the cell phone and left it next to the doll, again in her spell then.

"You're right little Aggie" you smiled "it must be the eyes". 

Alerts kept going on in your head, telling you, begging you, not to fall, to remember how much she scared you when she demanded that you stop spending time with Nick. But your heart was telling you that she really loved you, that you should give her a chance to prove it.

Agatha Harkness and her way of confusing you. She did things that just made you forget her mistakes. You just hoped you weren't committing a bigger one.

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[orlissa]

Gather around, storytime! Or how I’m about to rip my hair out, but things are finally working out.

Last week FB randomly showed me a marketplace ad: an office was being closed down, and were selling all of their furniture, including a small two-seater couch that folds out into a guest bed. For like $50. Since we have been intending to turn the smalles room into a communal space, I jumped at the opportunity, and even met with the seller last week. I got the couch. The only problem: it had to be transported here.

Plan A: ask a particular friend, who has helped me transport stuff from IKEA before. They said they’d be happy to help in theory, but in practice the couch won’t fit into their car.

Plan B: Cathy’s boyfriend’s work car, which is a van. I asked Cathy on sunday (note: we had time to pick up the couch until Thursday evening) if the boyfriend would be willing to help. In theory, yes, but he is travelling to Spain on Wednesday, but Tuesday could work. I sent her the link with the couch’s parameters, boyfriend said it *might* fit, but he would measure it tomorrow (monday). I still had no answer by monday night, I asked again. Boyfriend forgot. Moved onto

Plan C: bring the couch here on foot. It’s like 60 pounds and the office is like a mile from here, so it’s not an impossible mission, but I needed at least one person to help, so I posted about it on FB (that I either needed someone with car or someone to help me carry the couch). One friend volunteered for the latter. At the same time Cathy messaged me that it was a good mood that I posted about it, because boyfriend forgot. Though eventually he did end up measuring the car, and came to the conclusion that couch would only fit if he completely unloaded the trunk, which is a nope. No worries, I said thank you, I already had a person to help me carry a couch, which is, sure, not ideal, but at least you do a little exercise, you know?

But it’s not the end of the story!

So I messaged the seller yesterday saying that I had a person to help me, who is available tuesday-wednesday-thursday evening, after 6pm. Wednesday (today) worked for the seller, but only until 6pm. My friend wouldn’t get there before 6:30.

Recalculating: okay, so I just need to get the couch down from the third floor office to the curb, and I can wait there for my friend. Seller cannot lift, so he is out of the question. Roomie #2 cannot lift, out of the question. Messaged a friend if he would be available, but he has errands to run after his shift, so not a winner either.

At this point I messaged my architect friend who lives a street over. Her boyfriend (they live together) is also an architect, but while she works at the company office, he is in home office with a more flexible schedule--so I asked her if it would be okay if I asked for a favor from him. Well, he had something he had to submit until noon, but after that, sure.

Okay, so I message the guy, only asking him to help me get the couch to the curb, but he went further, and started organizing stuff on his end, getting a car and his brother to help. Then came a 2 hours long period when I tried to figure out a timeslot that works for everyone involved, writing messages in like 3 different windows, but I’m happy to say that finally everything has been worked out, and architect boyfriend is picking me up at 3pm to get and get my couch.

[onionsoop]

Late at Night /// Nanami x f!Reader /// (+18)

Summary: During a class trip to Hokkaido, you find yourself stuck in the same bed with Nanami which leads to some late night events unexpected events :0

Length: 4.5k

Tags & Warnings: Teacher x Student (Reader is 18), exhibitionism (kind of), voyeurism (kind of), fingering, unprotected sex, creampie, stupid “same bed” cliché, praise (kind of)

Authors Note: Hey everyone, I just wanted to let you all know that this the first fic that I’ve ever written and I hope you enjoy! I’m hoping to keep writing and posting more fics to this blog in the future for Jujutsu Kaisen, Haikyuu, and maybe some other fandoms. Anyways, thanks for reading and sorry for any spelling mistakes :) Oh, also there might be a part 2 for this??? idk, ill decide later on, not sure what direction I wanna take it in

The sound of the bus coming to a halt was what woke you up from your long and uncomfortable nap. You opened your bleary eyes to find the rest of the students in your class beginning to stand up and climb out into the cold and snowy outside. It had been a long trip, about eight hours and during that time almost everyone had fallen asleep. You had all left at eleven in Tokyo and due to being so far North, the sun had already set outside despite it only being seven. You picked up your backpack from where it was shoved underneath the seat in front of you and let out a sigh about having to get up and stretch your stiff legs. 

As you filed into the line, you were greeted by a large slap on your back, “Hey Y/N, how’d ya sleep?” Nobara asked, giving you one of her signature grins. 

“Fine,” you said rubbing your eyes, “though I can’t say that the bus window made a very comfortable pillow.”

“Well good thing we’ll be able to sleep soon. Hopefully, Gojou will put us together and won’t ruin our fun,” She said with a wink, receiving a small chuckle from you. Two weeks prior to the trip, Nobara had spent most of her time devising a plan to prank Itadori and Megumi while they were asleep. You knew she was counting on you to help her out with it, but you were a little unsure if you wanted to risk getting caught and excluded from the rest of the trip in order to fulfill one of her silly ideas.

Once everyone finally piled out of the bus, you were all led into the Dining Hall for a nice hot meal, a welcomed contrast to the freezing temperatures outside. You had never been to Hokkaido before and both the piles of white fluffy snow and the different array of hot soups and curries were new and exciting to experience. Dinner was overall jovial and chaotic, you sat with Itadori, Nobara, Todo, and Maki and you had all had a good time arguing about what activities you wanted to do in the next few days and which dish was the best. By the time dinner was over, you felt completely stuffed. During the course of the mea, you had eaten almost everything you could get your hands on and now felt more ready than ever to go to bed despite already sleeping on the bus. 

Everyone was piled into the main lounge area of the dorm building to be sorted into rooms. You could see students shifting around trying to get closer together and counting the number of people between them to try and be spaced together. From the edge of the room, Nobara was making aggressive eye contact with you and beckoning you to come over, which you quickly did in hopes that you wouldn’t be stuck in a room with people you didn’t know. 

At the front of the room, Gojou stood up and clapped his hands to get everyone’s attention. “Now everyone, as you probably know, there are going to be four people per dorm, no more, no less during the duration of our trip. In every room, there is going to be one chaperone and three students. There are only two beds per room, so you will have to share with somebody else or choose to sleep on the floor, it’s up to you. And finally, to your displeasure, we have already assigned who is going to be in what rooms.” 

That final sentence caused a groan to come from the student body along with sounds of protest and arguing. Gojou ignored this though and pulled out a crumpled sheet of paper and began to read names off of them. Students all began to pick up their stuff and head to their dorms as they were called out, and as you all listened Nobara let out a groan as she was sent to a room with Inumaki, Panda, and Mei Mei. You waited on the floor still surveying who else you might be put with. The number of students in the room was dwindling and most of your friends had already been taken which sent a pang of worry into your gut. 

“... and in room 6 there will be Itadori, Megumi, Y/N, and Nanami,” Gojou said. A momentary wave of relief washed over you after hearing that, you knew Megumi and Idatori semi-well, so it wouldn’t be too awkward of a time, but that feeling quickly dissipated as you remembered you were with Nanami. It was a well-known fact that about ninety percent of the female population found him attractive, and you couldn’t be excluded from that group. The pieces of the puzzle quickly snapped into place as you thought more about the room situation. You were the only girl in the group, which meant that there was no way in hell that they would be letting Itadori or Megumi share a bed with you. 

You would be sleeping right next to Nanami. For the next four nights. 

The walk to the room was only a chance for you to get more and more anxious as you thought about the upcoming events. Megumi and Itadori were cheerfully chatting in front of you, occasionally turning back to include you in the conversation or make a joke, but it didn’t help with the looming feeling of Nanami behind you. 

You all arrived in the room and Itadori immediately jumped on the bed, messing up the sheets and knocking off one of the pillows, earning a sigh and displeased look from Megumi. Despite your nerves, you plastered a neutral expression on your face and tentatively walked over to the second bed in the room, setting your bag down and sitting down on the squishy mattress. 

At this point, Itadori and Megumi were starting to argue, Megumi saying that he wouldn’t be able to sleep next to him if he was going to take up that much room while Itadori was doing his best to stretch all his limbs out across the full length of the bed. You pulled out your phone and tried your best to look busy. It wasn’t quite time for lights-out, but you still felt a bit nervous starting to unpack in a room full of guys, especially with one that made your heart race. 

Nanami, in his typical fashion, had not said anything since being assigned to the rooms. You felt him sit down on the other side of the bed and saw that he was beginning to unpack out of the corner of your eye. You shouldn’t be so nervous, nobody else is, after all, Nanami was just going to be sleeping next to you, you had stood that close to him before on other occasions. It still felt different though… You quickly shut those thoughts out of your head as soon as they came in. He was your teacher, you shouldn’t be thinking that way. 

To distract yourself, you unzipped your bag to go and look for your pajamas and toothbrush. You had packed a mix of cold and warm clothing for your trip considering you would be traveling all over the place, but you soon realized you had made a mistake with your pajamas. You pulled out the green shorts and tank top you had packed without much thought, despite never feeling this way about them before, you now felt that they might be a little too revealing for sleeping in a room full of guys. 

You shoved the top back into your bag and opted for a t-shirt instead, which helped you feel a little less nervous about your situation. In order to get out of the room, and to hopefully talk to Nobara, you rushed into the girl’s bathrooms and let out a relieved sigh. This trip was going to be a difficult one to get through. 

You quickly got changed in a stall and spent a large portion of time afterward talking with the other girls in the room. Many of them were complaining about who they got put in a room with while others were whining about not getting to stay with Gojou. Apparently, Momo was the lucky girl of the night who got to room with Gogou, Todo, and Mechamaru, but she didn’t seem to have much interest in her good fortune. Finally, Nobara slammed open the door to the girl’s bathroom and made her way over to you. 

“I can’t believe this stroke of luck, you got a room with both Itadori and Megumi, that’ll be perfect,”  She said with a devious grin on her face. 

“I’m not really sure, do we really wanna risk the rest of the trip?” You said, trying your best to calm Nobara’s excitement. 

“It’ll be fine, don’t worry. Plus, we can wait until the last day too, then they’ll have their guard down too,” she stated, nudging you in the arm after. You continued to happily chat with the rest of the girls and avoid going back to your room for a good half an hour, but, as expected, you heard Gojou come down the hall announcing that it was five minutes until lights-out. Most of the girls quickly began packing up their stuff and rushing out of the bathroom to not get in trouble and you figured you should do the same. 

When you walked back to your room and pushed open the cracked door you were quickly confronted with your nerves coming back and a hyper Itadori. Megumi was in bed doing his best to read a book while Itadori was bugging him through multiple various and loud methods. You went back to your side of the bed and put your toothbrush and skincare away, laser focusing your eyes on anything that wasn’t Nanami. 

The five minutes that you had before bedtime seemed to be over before you could even process it. For the first time that night, at least to your knowledge, Nanami finally said something, “Alright boys and Y/N, lights out.” Which earned a complaint from Itadori and caused Megumi to quickly jump up and shut off the lights, eager to have a chance to get away from him. You could see Itadori and Megumi start to bicker about the blankets and “staying on your side of the bed” as you pulled back the covers and crawled in between the blanket and the sheets. The bed was warm from the thick layered blankets on top and the fuzzy fabric it was made out of and as soon as you sank into it, your tiredness from the long day hit you like a brick. Despite that though, you still went stiff when you felt the bed shift from Nanami laying down next to you. 

“If I steal all the blankets during the night feel free to take them back.” He said, making you jump and answer with a quick “Okay.”

Even after Itadori and Megumi had finally settled down you still couldn’t completely calm down. You were making sure to stay on the very edge of the bed to not accidentally make contact with Nanami, but it wasn’t a comfortable position. You thought he might be asleep already but you weren’t entirely sure, he hadn’t moved much from his original position either.  You could hear Itadori’s snores from across the room and the constant shifting of Megumi who was currently covering his head to try and drown it out. After a while though, you finally felt yourself begin to drift into sleep, and you welcomed it. 

It was the middle of the night. You don’t know what woke you up but you found yourself disturbed and rubbing your eyes in the pitch-black room. As your eyes were beginning to adjust though, you immediately froze. You found yourself facing the chest of Nanami with his arm under your head, you must have rolled over at some point in the night putting you right next to him. 

The slight smell of aftershave filled your nose and you could hear him gently breathing with the rise and fall of his chest, he must be fast asleep. The loud snores of Itadori still echoed through the room but all you could concentrate on was the man in front of you. You had never been this close to him before, or anyone before, and your heart felt like it was about the burst out of your chest. You wouldn’t dare move in fear of waking him up and making the situation awkward, so you stayed frozen in your spot trying not to shake. 

You couldn’t deny that you had thought about things like this before, the thought of being so close to him, having him touch you, and being able to feel him under your hands, but the prospect of having it actually happen was just too anxiety-inducing. You could feel your face going red as you thought about all the dirty things you had done before, and you felt a slight twinge between your legs. 

You couldn’t. Could you? You hated the thought as soon as it entered your head, but that didn’t stop your hand from creeping between your legs and resting on your stomach. It was so wrong, he was your teacher, he was nine years older than you, but you didn’t want to stop. You would probably never get a chance like this ever again. You could even promise yourself to sleep on the floor the next three nights, but just this once, you wanted to risk it. 

Your fingers crept down under the waistband of your shorts and panties and dipped into the slick folds between your legs. You tentatively put two fingers inside, never taking your eyes off of Nanami’s face, and began to pump them in and out. Your thumb found its place on your clit which you began to rub circles on. The sudden feeling of having your clit touched was enough to make you clamp your other hand over your mouth to try and quiet your breathing. Your first priority had to be staying silent.

You could feel your eyes beginning to half close as you gave into the pleasure, and they drifted down to look at Nanami’s chest and the sculpted muscles under his shirt. You began to move your fingers faster feeling your release on its way and you held your hand tighter to your mouth as your head became fuzzy. Small whimpers were beginning to slip out of your throat and you could feel your movements getting sloppier as you continued to speed up. 

A hand wrapped around your wrist, stilling your hand. 

You froze, eyes shooting open to find Nanami looking down at you with a weary expression. You opened your mouth to say something but nothing came out. Your brain was in a frenzy, you wanted to just evaporate into thin air or die on the spot, but you couldn’t do anything. 

“What are you doing?” He asked with no hint of emotion in his voice. 

“I-I’m sorry-- I--,” you couldn’t spit the words out, truthfully you couldn’t even think of what to say. You were caught red-handed and you didn’t think you would ever be able to make yourself forget the embarrassment you felt at this exact moment. 

“Do you normally do this when you’re put next to your teachers?” 

“No, I-I’m sorry, I’m sorry I’ll leave--” you stuttered out, trying your best to make the situation end as quickly as possible.

“So this is a special occasion then?” He asked, holding your gaze and not releasing your arm. 

“N-No--”

“Which is it then? Do you normally do this or is this a one-time thing?” He said, interrupting you before you could spit out another pitiful apology. You tried your best to slow your breathing to get out a coherent answer, but it wasn’t working with the way that Nanami’s eyes were drilling into yours.

“I-Its a one-time thing, I-I’m sorry, I’ll go sleep on the floor,” you said trying to pull your hand out of his grasp but he didn’t let go. You felt sick, you shouldn’t have taken the risk, you knew that the mortification you felt would outweigh the pleasure you got from masturbating if you got caught.

“You’ll be left frustrated then.” He said. Everything he was saying wasn’t registering, all you felt was the panic in your gut and the need to get away as quickly as possible. 

“T-That’s fine, I-I don’t care,” you quickly spit out, feeling tears pricking at the corner of your eyes.

“Are you sure...? ...I’d be willing to help,” he said, keeping his voice low as to not wake Itadori and Megumi.

“I--.., w-wait, what?” You said, the meaning of his words finally hitting you. 

“I would be willing to help, I don’t want one of my students feeling pent up and unsatisfied.”

“I…” you didn’t know what to say, you were so shocked by the whole situation that the thought of answering was even too much. He pulled your hand up from under your shorts and out into the open where evidence of your actions was clearly visible on your fingers. His gaze dropped back down to your face expecting a response. You opened your mouth to answer before diverting your eyes and opting to give a small nod.

Nanami’s hand landed on your hip and slowly made its way down under the waistband of your shorts while the arm that was under you came down to reach around your back and pull you closer. You could feel his fingers brushing past your stomach as they trailed closer to your dripping wet cunt. Your breath was caught in your throat as you felt everything that was happening, you had to be dreaming, there was no way. 

Nanami’s fingers finally reached your entrance and he slipped one inside of you, causing you to let out a small gasp and cling onto his shirt. His fingers were much larger than yours and could reach places that you couldn’t yourself, making you tighten up around him. It was truly torturous as he began to move his finger inside of you, the friction on your tight walls and the adrenaline from the whole situation was enough to make your head fuzzy and cause a small whimper to come out from your sealed lips. 

 You could feel him pulling you closer as you held onto his shirt and arched your back from the pleasure. He was already going at a gentle and agonizing pace inside of you, but when he added a second finger it was what threw you over the edge into a shaking mess. You were no longer able to control your breathing and keep quiet so you threw a hand over your mouth in order to stifle your moans and whimpers. 

“Getting close?” he asked, whispering into your ear making you shiver from the feeling of his breath on your skin.

Without thinking, you whined out, “Y-Yes, b-but I want more, I-I need you inside of me...” 

As soon as you said it you knew you had gone too far. Here Nanami was, fingering you and holding you close to help you cum, and you had the audacity to ask for more. His fingers stilled inside of you and you tightened up at the feeling of them sliding out, leaving you empty. Nanami put his hand under your chin and tilted your head up to look him in the eyes.

“Then climb on,” he said, making your eyes widen.

You took your hands away from their place on his shirt and began to unsteadily move yourself on top of him. At that same time, he had his fingers hooked around the waistband of your shorts and thoroughly soaked panties and was pulling them down your legs. You positioned yourself on top of his lap, your thighs on either side of his hips. You had your hands braced firmly on his chest, trying to hold yourself up, but you couldn’t manage sitting up more than a few inches. Under your bare pussy you could feel his hard-on through his pants and you were trying your best to keep your hips still and not grind on him. 

His large hands began to pull his pants and boxers down and you lifted your hips to make it easier, but when he had finally removed them you couldn't hide your surprise about his size. Apparently, the look was written all over your face because a hint of a smile was on Nanami’s face and he grabbed your hips to keep you steady.

“You were the one who said you wanted more, sweetheart. You haven’t changed your mind right?”

You dryly swallowed and quickly shook your head no. Even if you were worried about being able to take him, it didn’t mean that you weren’t going to try, especially when one of your wet dreams was playing itself out in real life.

Nanami slid his hands around your hips and under your thighs to help position you above his cock. You could feel yourself beginning to shiver with anticipation just by looking down at what you were going to take in your tight, dripping pussy. The need to be filled up by him was becoming overwhelming and he was taking his sweet time with looking at you and lowering you onto him. When the tip finally touched your entrance you let out a whimper followed up by a pathetic “please.”

“Please what? I wanna hear you say it.” Nanami said, bringing a hand up to stroke your cheek.

“P-Please fuck me, I-I wanna be filled up so badly,” you said, your voice barely more than a whisper. Finally, you felt him start to enter you, your walls painfully stretching to accommodate his size, and you weren’t able to stifle the high-pitched moan that escaped your lips when it happened. Your vision was getting blurry and your arms lost the strength to hold you up anymore, causing your head to smack into his chest. You heard Nanami curse at the loud noise you made and you felt his fingers force their way into your mouth and down your throat, forcing you to keep quiet. He continued to push your hips down onto him, earning a few whimpers and causing you to grip onto his arm. Despite your heavy breathing, he didn’t give you much time to adjust to his size, you could feel the painful sensation of him pressing up against your cervix as he held you down along with the feeling of your slick beginning to coat both of your thighs. 

His grip tightened on your ass as he began to lift you up and down, you tried your best to help by moving your hips but you didn’t have much strength left in your legs after being so close to cumming earlier. The feeling of him stretching you out and rubbing against your slick insides would have ordinarily caused you to make moans that could be heard through the walls, but the combined force of using all your willpower and having two fingers shoved down your throat was enough to reduce your noises to just quick and heavy breathing. The wet sound of you bouncing on his dick was the only noise that could be heard throughout the room and it was enough to make you tighten up around him, causing Nanami to shut his eyes and get a concentrated look on his face. 

In a hushed and deep voice, Nanami asked, “Can you keep quiet sweetheart?” which you quickly nodded to. As soon as he had removed his fingers from your mouth, leaving a trail of saliva behind, your hand was back over your mouth and you were biting your lip hard enough to draw blood. His free hand brushed a piece of your hair behind your ear before making its way under your shirt. You felt him grab your chest and begin to pinch your nipple between his middle and index finger, making your job of staying quiet much harder than before. The feeling of having your chest played with sent waves of pleasure down to your crotch, only causing you to feel yourself get wetter and closer to orgasm. The pace he was fucking you at wasn’t ruthless, but it was slow and powerful enough to make you feel your release building up inside of you, every thrust made it a challenge for you to hold on and not completely give in. You could feel that he was close too, his movements were getting more erratic and you could see the sheen of sweat on his face in the dim light of the window. 

You took your free hand and moved it up to his face, brushing your fingers past his cheek and sliding them into his hair. You didn't feel like you would be able to hold on much longer and your eyes began to cross as you let yourself fully give in.

“Cum with me sweetheart, okay?” He said, looking up at you through lowered eyelids. You nodded with what little energy you could and prepared yourself for what was next. His hand moved from its spot on your chest and went down to help fuck you faster on his dick. The pace quickly picked up and you could feel that your pussy was going to be bruised in the morning from how hard he was going. He reached his thumb down to your clit and began to move it in circles like you were doing before, causing you to gasp and grip onto the hair that was in your hand. 

It took all your effort to keep in your moans and whimpers as you reached your climax, feeling your cunt spasm around him and the words “good girl” falling from his lips. Your vision went blurry as he continued to fuck you through your orgasm and cum inside you, filling you up with his hot sticky liquid. 

When you regained your focus, you were both a gasping and sweaty mess under the covers. His hands had moved to rest around your back and hold you against him and his cock was still sheathed inside of you. You didn’t have any energy to move and simply let your arms fall limp on the bed, savoring the afterglow and the feeling of his cum starting to drip out of you. 

You felt immensely tired and could feel your eyelids wanting to close. You felt Nanami place a kiss on top of you head which caused a faint smile to form on your lips and you wrapped your arms around him, ready to fall asleep exactly where you were resting on top of him.

As you gave one last look around the room though, the last thing you saw before you drifted to sleep was Itadori staring at you wide eyed from the other bed. 

[sprinklesandshatters]

A Review on NCT 127′s 3rd Album <Sticker>

So NCT 127 just came back with their 3rd Full Album <Sticker> and this is my first 127 comeback since I became a fan last year! Neozone is such a special album for me as it was their first album that I explored entirely. I've known NCT as the group who never fails any expectations so I've kept mine up although I know they'll exceed it anyway. And guess what, they did! I absolutely love their new album hence this review~

This isn't a technical music review—as I am not a musician myself—but rather a listener's honest takes, goofy notes, and interpretation on each of the tracks in the album. I admit I've also struggled to build my own opinions on some of the tracks until I listened to them over and over again.

I have also heard there are mixed opinions on the title track <Sticker> and a lot says it's another acquired taste. But I think it's not just that, as it can be a grower, just like how most of NCT's songs were for me. Maybe after a few listens and a right passage of time, it will grow on those people. The bottom line here is, I like it a lot! 😛

So I listed down the songs according to their respective track numbers and followed each with a bulleted list of my opinions and interpretations.

(Viewer/reader discretion: before you continue, minors, do not interact as there are few 18+ contents under the cut. Thank you.)

1. Sticker

THEY DIDN'T JUST PUNCH A NEW NOTCH ON THE BELT LIKE THAT

THIS SONG SLAPS, LITERALLY SLAPS… AND WHIPS 

The recorder at the intro boyyyy I thought something was wrong but then I remember it’s NCT lmao

It already stuck in my head from my first listen from the Instagram audio.

With Taeyong opening the verse with his divine rapping, I knew I'm in for a new ride.

STICK-UH STICK-UGH STICK-UGHGHGH

To those complaining it sounding like noise music, imagine it sounding generic. I don't think it would fit as the title track. Not a b-track or in their repertoire, even. They are called NCT because they define the NEO in the music culture and music technology!

It honestly was an unorthodox, just like all of their title tracks, which I’m inherently here for.

Literally, no one does it like them!

The growls and the vocal flexes and adlibs! (You can tell it has Yoo Youngjin's brand.)

The crisp metronome sound that’s consistently ticking except for the pre-chorus and the dance break adds depth to the soundscape. I love how it’s used instead of the usual snaps.

The production quality blew my mind. Like how can someone think those melodies would sound so exquisite? CAN I CALL THEM GENIUS?

The piano at the back, oh my God—Yes! It adds this mystifying element to the song.

I'm not sure if it's a midi violin at the pre-chorus, but it added thrill to the song. It was a great transition from the bass line in the verses to the combination of the flawless harmony with the same instrumental.

"You treat me like a boy, like a grown-up child chasing a dream" JUNGWOO BABY NO MORE HUH

Taeil, Doyoung, and Haechan—the bridge vocal trinity!

But why the heck are they cowboys? I dig the concept, but why? LMAO

BTW GUNSLINGER MARK I’M ON MY KNEES YEEHAW

This is easily one of my favorite tracks from NCT 127's entire discography 💚

2. Lemonade

(⌐■_■)

Jaehyun starting off this song with his deep voice eee

The song opens to a verse oozing with chill confidence. They're like, yeah you're lurking because we’re cool.

This is such a huge slap to their haters. NCT's not chillin' like a villain, nah they're the main characters!

Well maybe they’re villains, but still ya not cooler than them ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Funny enough how they could have just referred haters as simply lemons whose sour/bitter to the taste, but 127 squad's success is sweeter than all the haters' spiteful remarks so yeah, SIPPY SIPPY LEMONADE 🧃

"WOOF"

I might have just barked too wOW

Yuta’s vocals hooooO his voice just sounds so glamorous mhmm

Also Mark referencing their previous title tracks such as: Firetruck, Cherry Bomb, and Regular (it's Irregular in the lyrics) in his rap part 👌💅

I just love Mark's energy when he raps. HE RESOLUTELY BITES AND STRAIGHT UP EATS EVERY TIME HE DOES.

3. Breakfast

Now breakfast time, oh jeez!

AAAHAHFU—

Summer 127's bestie!

If Summer 127 talks about dancing all night long, Breakfast is the morning after.

You know what it is.

"Even if I gulp and drink you, it's not enough for me." oho Taeyong no you ha—STOP

Sexual innuendos aside, isn't it just sweet if someone tells you they'd want to have breakfast with you every day?  Okay maybe I'm melting at the thought 😩🙈💞

And I can see myself dancing to this song as I make breakfast (in the afternoon or at midnight bc I’m crazy)

This was an okay b-track for me at the first skim on the album, but boy it grew on me wildly.

Honestly one of my favorite tracks in this album.

4. Focus

Did I just invade a private call? LMAO

The analog voice filters make it like so.

Dude, this feels intimate in the level of eavesdropping a phone call between seasoned lovers. Then you realize you hear them whispering their kinks over the line and you're ooh, that's sexy! hfgklhfhf

My first listen to this, I almost went feral because,

"I can't wait to eat you…" when it's actually "I can't wait 'til we chill…" aahaha

"Baby call me when you want me." OKAY!

This sounds relaxing and chill. I'd love to play this on a late night drive or just before bed time along with Fly Away With Me, Sun & Moon, My Youth, and Long Flight.

Belongs to ‘make out session’ playlist  ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

That was lowkey a playlist recommendation, huh?

I'd be kidding if I don't say I could touch myself while listening to this song AHAHAFGHFJFJ

I didn't know this would grow on me this much lol I love love LOVE THIS!

5. The Rainy Night

Ooh, the holy melancholy!

Piano at the intro—I knew I'd cry to this.

This song isn't just about break-up, but the heartbreak after one.

The yearning; the remnant pieces from the shattering of what was once there.

I think I crumbled from this one.

This hit so hard I felt like I fit in the shoes with the lyrics throughout the entire song.

What’s fascinating is I clearly forgot the title when I mentally said this sounds like a sad rainy day song from the first listen.

Something I’d turn up when it suddenly rains, just because I want to feel the blues.

Taeil and Haechan singing in lower register? I wanna cry :( they’re just one of the best vocalists in K-music industry right now.

Could have been also nice if they added Yuta to the vocals.

"My selfish heart who waits for you to come back," OKAY WHO HURT THEM?

And the fact that they sang it so good that it translated every ounce of the emotions well even before I looked up for English translations is the reason why I love this song too.

6. Far

Hmm… What the hell?! Do I like this? Wait...

Alright!

The jumpy vibe from the first verse to the pre-chorus set the mood for this song. It sounds merry and heavy. It was honestly too much to take until I’ve reached the chorus part.

Honestly, I think this song could fit NCT Dream better, as it gives off a vibe similar to Hello Future's b-tracks. If some credible source say this could have made HF’s track list, I might believe you too fast.

Also Dream’s Deja Vu where they go na nananananana na na na~

Playful yet confident! That’s what I mean!

As usual, the vocals are insane! Vocal flex from left to right!

I swear Jungwoo sounded a bit like Taemin at the second verse that I had to replay it hahaha

I love hearing Johnny as a vocalist! SM, how many signs do you need until you utilize his vocal talent???

Taeil's part where he sings, "go nuts, go nuts, 'til we go bust, go bust" IDEK BUT I SNORTED A LAUGH AT FIRST LISTEN HFCAHKFHK

Not my favorite, but still great though!

But wait it’s actually stuck in my head???

7. Bring The Noize

Yes, they never beat those noise music allegations

HERE'S SOME NOIZE, BITCHES

I love me some noisy percussions. AND THE BASS YO

This screams so much confidence!

The build up from the pre-chorus to the chorus—FIRE!

This song reminds me a lot of SuperM's Super Car, especially with the engine roar samples and the battle cry-like singing at the chorus.

JAEHYUN RAPPING? You mean Jaehyun the visual, the vocalist, the actor, the model, the funny dude, aka my everything?! (markie bb look pls look away for a moment)

THEY DELIVERED IT STRAIGHT FROM NEOCITY THAT'S SOME NCT MUSIC RIGHT THERE NO ONE DOES IT LIKE THEM

When I said I'd play Focus on a late night drive, and if I add this in the playlist, VROOM VROOM SPEED LIMIT WHAT

OUTTA MY WAY

“We got no shame” ouh TAEYONG’S FLOW IS JUST VERY HIM AND HE’S IN A LEAGUE OF HIS OWN

You know what's so clever about this song? It's how it ended with Mark's final rap without any instrumental, leaving you  standing there with a doppler effect-like post experience.

A super car on a super speed just whooshed past you and you look its way as it zips through the road. It's gone in an instant but you're floored dumbfounded at a sidewalk. That's how I describe this song.

8. Magic Carpet Ride

This song… Wow. Oh gosh it's so beautiful.

Their harmony in the chorus—it makes me want to kiss someone so passionately that I'd cry.

This makes me want to feel love that transcends the universe. Literally, just please take me on a magic carpet ride :(

The background harmonies too oh my goodness—HEAVENLY.

Jaehyun's voice is so warm and soulful it fits perfectly with songs of this genre.

Okay alright Doyoung Grande!

And Taeil makes me feel like I'm listening to old school R&B.

The first time I heard this from the track video, I can't stop replaying because it's just that great.

This makes me want to love. I think that sums it up.

9. Road Trip

This is such a soothing song for me, especially how I easily become nostalgic thinking about the road trips I've had.

Whenever I listen to this, my brain immediately conjures up thoughts of my ideal getaways. Gazing at the sky through the car window, stirring up from a nap in the middle of the ride, and   eventually reaching your destination.

Oh, to travel around anywhere... (curse you covid-19)

Okay that's it. I'M PACKING UP.

But where do I go—

I could also imagine Mark playing this on the guitar and the other members sing along together, something like that.

Just Wholesome™ vibes.

I love how it evokes such a nice emotion within me effortlessly.

This isn't my favorite, but I still love this.

10. Dreamer

Eyyyy such a refreshing song!

This song is so bright it makes me want to dance. I play this first in the shower!

It reminds me so much of Elevator (from Neozone)

The horns make it more lively I think!

Yuta and Jungwoo's voice suits lively songs like this.

The background vocal in low register in Taeyong's part in the first verse is so good ahhfhf

Taeil, the R&B vocal king you are...

There's this part where Doyoung and Johnny harmonized, that at first listen they seemed to clash, but it sounded actually fine after a few listens. Maybe it's just that I've never heard them do it before.

And I think it's Doyoung's laugh at the end of the bridge? Oh my goodness I really love this too!

11. Promise You

MY FIRST LOVE AND MOST FAVORITE SONG IN THE ALBUM!!!

The first time I heard this from their NCIT Sharehouse Sitcom, I fell in love with the song already.

It sounds like something you'd feel from a warm, welcoming hug.

The lyrics are so beautiful and endearing. It's definitely a be-there-for-you type of song that will touch your heart.

It definitely sounds like a promise.

A song about platonic intimacy.

This really fits to be the closing song of the album. It's like the end of it but holds a promise that says “see you soon.”

Because they cherish their fans like that.

It's also like I've watched a movie with a happy ending, where the camera pans up to the clear sky and this song starts playing.

Speaking of ending, I would love to hear them sing this as an encore stage in their concert. You know, that moment just before the stage lights die down at the end of the concert where they send final blows of flying kisses to NCTzens. Then you come home smiling and crying.

This wasn't supposed to be this long since I originally planned to write this with just simple phrases and emojis but I got too engrossed lol. I also meant to include my own ratings but I figured it’s pointless since I can’t really decide about them hahaha

I really enjoyed the whole album and I love how they're progressively defining what NEO means by breaking through standards. It's not NCT music if it doesn't make you say "WHAT THE HECK WAS THAT?" But then you realize it’s stuck in your head and you’re enjoying it already.

✨ OVERALL RATING: 127/10 💚

if you’ve reached until here, thank you for letting me share you a braincell or two 💞

[acknowledgetheabsurd]

“My dear love, I wrote you badly yesterday. I wanted to do it tonight, in a relaxed manner, with all sorts of details, but I don't think I can do it yet. I presumed too much of my strength. Before, and especially since your departure, I haven't taken a single moment of rest and I feel the consequences today. Yesterday I was already at the end of my rope. Nothing was working anymore. The spring was broken; I only found energy to play in the evening. At the end of the performance I was exhausted.

This morning, I got up at 8 o'clock to go and record the documentary of "Van Gogh " in Spanish; from there I went to Mrs. Simone's house who kept Serge [Reggiani] and me there until 6 o'clock. To read us his play, which I don't like, although it's not badly done. I then had an appointment with Émile Natan, a film producer, to talk about a film that would be shot between April and June (?) and whose exteriors would take place in Corsica. You've already guessed that I'd be interested in the project, as long as you could come and join me, maybe towards the end of the shoot. We could then linger a few days in Sicily... Do you understand? I don't dare to commit myself to dreams.

Anyway, all this is still a vague project and I can't tell you about it in detail yet, because a violent headache, an immense lassitude prevented me tonight from going to my appointment. Moreover, since yesterday, my father's condition has suddenly worsened. He hasn't slept all night, his breathing is so bad that he can no longer speak or eat, and the doctor fears an immediate crisis. Naturally, this happens just when I have to be away all day to record Goethe and Shakespeare on the radio.

So here I am in bed, full of pills, sweating, "itching", swallowing my saliva with difficulty (sore throat, hives, headache, a little fever) ... and in a singing mood. Tomorrow I have to be on the radio from 9 am to 1 pm, and from 2 am to 7 pm, and all my discomforts must be gone. There won't be any trace of it left, I'm sure of that. I still have the whole week ahead of me, and then, I promise you, I will rest. I must confess that I'm very much afraid of the holidays at the moment, but I'll manage.

And now, let us turn to the Righteous. The rent's going up again. Last night there were a lot of people and even more enthusiasm. Paul Bernard came and asked me for your address. I gave it to him. Forgive me; but I am pleased that you are going to receive a letter from him. It is a means, external to me, that will bring us closer in some way. From time to time, I need those little things that are part of the daily life of two people who love each other. Every once in a while I need someone to talk to me about you as my husband. I will never abuse it, but with Paul, I let myself be tempted; last night I needed a balm; my sleep was softened by it. About the performance, the audience, the theatre, the "group", I have many amusing things to tell you; but I feel in a dark mood and can't find anything to tell you about it right now... Another day. So much for The Righteous. I only add that we continue to play well.

The apartment. The veil curtains have arrived. The feminine note is here. The little black table is finished and ravishing. It's all coming to life. The rest I'll take care of later. I can't look at the post or your image without heartbreak. I haven't yet been able to figure out what part I find in those moments of happiness or sorrow. I'll dwell on it as little as possible; I still feel very fragile.

And now I finally come to us. Ah, my dearest love. Albert dear. What can I tell you? I told you before you left that I would never talk about us or my feelings. I didn't want to influence whatever hesitations I imagined in your heart. But how false and foolish it all is! You love me. I love you more than that. There is us and nothing can destroy that "us" anymore. I know that.

I feel it deep inside me, in this fullness that I carry within me, in this unlimited confidence, in this unimaginable superior indifference that I feel when in my darkest minutes I sometimes evoke images that should torture me and that no longer interest me as if they belonged to a world that would be totally foreign to me. I have the profound certainty that you are mine as I am yours, you understand? and someone would come to prove to me that it's not true and I would never believe it. I'm going further: even if now you were trying to convince me that we are no longer linked to each other, I would think you're wrong and I would patiently wait for you to come back to us.

You had already taught me an impatience that I did not know; now I know from you the patience that I totally ignored. Not to speak to you about us!... But of what, then? I do nothing, I think of nothing, without feeling confused with you, but, nothing, do you understand? Do you live like me? Can you look at the sky, this vast landscape in front of you, the hotel room, someone's eyes, your nice little house, without thinking of me or through me? Can you be moved without me? I can't; apart from the automatic gestures in which I myself don't take part, I can do nothing, say nothing, feel nothing without you. You are confused with my heart, my soul, my body. As soon as I wake up, you are there; as soon as I laugh, I cry, you are there, as soon as I look, you are there.

Oh my love. Today I finished my documentary at 12:30. I was already late for my appointment with Simone, but I went home to look for a possible letter. She was waiting for me and how good it was! Oh, yes; write to me, my dear love; write to me, it is vital to me. I have courage, I gather all my energies to have courage, but the days are long, empty, arid, monotonous, terribly similar to each other. Your letters alone bring warmth to my room and I need to be warm so badly! I love you. Love me. I will love you to the end, yes. I'll love you as long as I live. Take me strong in your arms, hold me against you and wait for me with courage and all your love."

Maria Casarès to Albert Camus, Correspondance, January 6, 1950 [#116]

[flames-bring-a-ton-of-ash]

Irresistible Danger - Part 51

Synopsis:  After being caught outside the compound on your own, Negan decides to punish you in the best way possible ;)

Words: 3,279

Warnings: nsfw, smut, swearing

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Author’s Note: Holy crap, can y’all believe I dove back into writing this fic after almost two years with no updates?! I’m still shook over it haha. I will say that this fic has gone way off canon at this point (I haven’t watched the last few seasons of the show and also didn’t finish the last few issues of the comics). However, I’ve had a vision for certain characters and events for the last how many years, so I don’t plan to change them just to try and fit canon. I also now realize that while I tried to make “you” as nondescript as possible, there are physical traits and actions of her character that haven’t been as inclusive of all potential readers as I had thought when first starting the fic 5 years ago. I apologize for that, and plan to be more aware of those things with any reader characters I write in future fics. My plan is to post a chapter update every Friday from here on out, until it’s over, so fingers crossed I can accomplish that. Enjoy! :D

Cloud Nine

You surfaced from the depths of sleep slowly, rather than the more abrupt jolt to consciousness that usually started off your days. Feeling cozy and relaxed, a slight smile tipped your lips in contentment. It didn’t take long to realize that the reason for your positive mood was the large, warm body with which you were currently sharing the tiny, twin-sized bed.

Eyes blinking open, you took in the delightful sight of masculine bare skin. You were curled up against Negan’s side, cheek cushioned on his chest and both legs were wrapped around his nearest thigh. The bedsheet was pulled up over your back and ended teasingly right above his hips. One of your hands lay palm-down on his stomach, fingers twitching slightly in delight at the feel of the hard muscles beneath the soft skin. You could tell from the curve of his body that he was sitting with his back reclined against the rickety headboard. You might’ve found his positioning odd, but you were still a little hazy from sleep and so could only feel happiness at not waking up to an empty bed, like last time. 

You were on cloud nine after talking things out with him last night. Being able to work through a conflict together had been major progress, and you had been proud of yourself for laying down your boundaries regarding your here-to-stay friendship with Ben, as well as standing your ground regarding the situation with Trixie and the pregnancy test. It was important that Negan learn to trust you when it came to situations such as those, and it seemed as though that message had finally gotten through to him last night. 

The fact that he had even come to your room and taken the huge step of apologizing for his hasty reaction still had you a bit in shock. The evening had panned out much differently than your original plan of going to bed angry. Instead, you had gone to bed very satisfied, and then woken up next to the man who was very quickly becoming essential to your daily happiness.

He must’ve felt you shift against him, one hand coming down to rub your bare shoulder as he gave a soft, “Mornin’, doll.” 

His raspy morning voice sent tingles down your spine, even as your brain fought to stay awake. It still felt way too early to be sitting up and conversing, so instead of returning the greeting, you buried closer into his side and grumbled, “What time is it?” The words were muffled against his skin, nose pressed into his chest hair as you inhaled the glorious male scent of him. 

You felt him lean over towards the side table. He must’ve been checking your watch, because he replied, “‘Bout 6:50.”

“Jesus Christ.” 

“Language.” 

“Hmph. Do you always get up so early?”

“It’s more productive than sleeping half the day away and being late to everything.” 

That got more of a response, as you finally lifted your head to glare up at him for the jab. However, he didn’t notice, as he was too focused on the book held in front of him. It was then that you realized why he was sitting up in bed, a smirk crossing your face at the novel he had open and was intensely reading. You felt a spark of desire low in your belly, the sight of a sleep-tousled and naked Negan lounging in your bed while reading Harry Potter an unexpected, but welcomed, aphrodisiac.

“Thought you didn’t read ‘fucking kid books’?” you sarcastically asked, quoting back his initial description of the series. 

You received only a low grunt in response, his eyes not leaving the page. You weren’t offended, since you’d probably react the same way to someone trying to interrupt a reading of Harry Potter. In fact, you were a bit jealous that he got to experience the magical world for the first time. His curiosity must’ve gotten the better of him when he saw it lying on your bedside table, and it appeared as if he had already read a small chunk of it. 

He didn’t seem to notice you staring, his attention still focused on the book. In fact, he held the page a scant few inches from his face, eyes squinted into slits. The sight was a tad humorous, though you wondered how long he had been struggling to see the words. 

“I thought you needed glasses to read?” you asked. 

“Fuck, you always so full of questions this early in the morning, doll?”

You pinched his side hard enough to make him jump and growl out another expletive, before giving him a saccharine smile and lifting a brow expectantly when he glared down at you.

Attention finally taken off the book, he reached over and plopped it down on the side table before rubbing his eyes with both palms. “I do. Felt like it took me a fucking hour to get through that last page.”

The fact that he had continued trying to read and hadn’t easily given up, despite his struggle to see the words, told you more than anything how much he must’ve been enjoying the novel. A warm thrill settled in your chest at the thought of him taking an interest in something he usually wouldn't bother with simply because you enjoyed it. 

The warm thrill morphed into more of a low heat and traveled down your body as your gaze refocused on his bare skin. Moving the hand on his stomach upward over his chest, your fingertips traced the outline of the tattoo on his left pec.

“What prompted you to get this?” you asked, curious if there was a meaning behind the skull and criss-crossed rifles.

Giving a low chuckle, he replied, “Youth and stupidity.” 

Giving a huffed laugh in return, you trailed curious fingers over to the other tattoos on his arms, inquiring about each one as you went. Some had a story behind them, others not so much (you had tried not to roll your eyes when he explained that the revolver on his right forearm was the same one he had handled once and thought was ‘fucking cool as shit’). He also had a few scars on his upper body, some from before the apocalypse but most from after. You listened intently as he opened up about each one, drinking in as much personal information about the man beside you as possible.

Not wanting to stop the exploration just yet, you pushed up on your other elbow and journeyed over his throat, tracing his Adam’s apple before running your fingers delicately through the surprisingly soft beard framing his gorgeous mouth. 

Capturing the questing hand in his own, he brought your fingers to his lips. The breath caught in your chest when he kissed the mostly-healed scar from the knife injury you had acquired a few weeks prior. Heart beating frantically at the gentle gesture, you smiled up at him when he released your hand and allowed it to resume exploring.

“So,” you tried for calm and casual, fingers moving up to lightly trace his ear before diving into his thick hair and mapping the streaks of salt within the pepper. “What are your plans for today?”

It took him a few seconds to answer, his eyes having fluttered closed as your nails gently massaged his scalp. You smiled at his obvious enjoyment of your touch, at how he had lowered his walls in this moment and was allowing himself to be both physically and emotionally vulnerable. 

“I wish they were to stay here and enjoy this fucking delightful body of yours all day, but I have a meeting with my Saviors at eight.” 

The thought of spending an entire day frolicking in bed with Negan caused a dreamy sigh to leave your lips. His eyes opened and zeroed in on your mouth at the sound, that magical tongue of his coming out to lick his bottom lip as he added, “Though, that’s still about an hour away…”

At that, he quickly rolled over so his lean body was pinning you into the mattress, his lips cutting off your squeal of surprise before it even left your throat. The hand still in his hair tightened, causing him to give a low groan and grind his hips down into yours. You tried to make a mental note of his reaction to the touch, but seeing as how there were no barriers keeping his quickly-hardening erection from pressing into your thigh, all higher levels of brain function quickly flew out of the room. 

Bracing above you, he leaned down and started kissing your neck, a move guaranteed to make you melt. When his mouth descended over the curve of your breasts, you tried to lift your head to watch his downward progress but a sharp pang of discomfort at your scalp made you wince and try to jerk away, which only succeeded in making the pain even worse. 

“Ow, wait!” you blurted, causing Negan to instantly freeze and look up at you in alarm. 

“Doll, what-”

“You’re on my hair! Move your hand!”

Quickly realizing his mistake, Negan moved the hand that had accidentally been pinning a large chunk of your hair, and by proxy your head, to the mattress. 

“Fucking hell, I’m sorry, doll,” he cursed, making as if to lift his body off you entirely. 

Now wanting his faux pas to ruin the moment, you pushed his shoulders sideways and hooked a leg up over his hip before commanding, “Roll over.”

He hesitated for a moment before relenting, the two of you somehow able to switch places on the narrow, twin-sized bed without falling off. Once the semi-awkward resituating was done, he was on his back and you were straddling his hips. The move caused the sheet to fall off, exposing your entire body to his gaze. Based on the way his eyes grew hazy with lust as they took in your bared curves, not to mention his obvious erection, it was safe to say that he didn’t mind this change in position one bit. 

Warm, calloused palms drifted up over your thighs, hips, and the sides of your waist, before cupping breasts that were begging for his touch. Leaning down, your already-hardened nipples pressed into his palms as you kissed him hungrily. Shifting your hips, you started rubbing forwards and backwards over the erection pressed between both your lower stomachs. You moaned into each other’s mouths at the sensation, pussy lips parting around his girth so that your wetness coated his cock, the fat head bumping against your clit with each slide. 

“I think I like being in charge,” you purred. 

Giving a dark chuckle that sent shivers down your spine, he replied, “Enjoy it while it fucking lasts.”

Planning to do just that, you reached over to pluck a condom off the side table, incredibly grateful to whatever deity helped you successfully open the foil packet and smoothly roll the latex down over him on the first try. Tossing the empty packet over the side of the bed, you wrapped slightly trembling fingers around his swollen cock and lifted your hips, lining him up with your entrance. Maintaining eye contact, you slowly slid down his length, mouth falling open on a whimper at the feel of him parting overly-sensitive flesh that was still a bit sore from the activities of the previous night. Despite Negan’s initial threat over you stealing both coconut oil from the kitchen and condoms from his room, his only “punishment” last night had been fucking you relentlessly into the mattress until you had multiple orgasms and could barely even remember your own name.

In spite of the slight burn as sore muscles again stretched around his thickness, you didn’t stop until he was fully seated inside. His cock felt so big in this position that it was almost overwhelming, but you sat up so that your hands were braced on his chest and used your thigh muscles to start a slow up and down rhythm. 

His fingers reached up and pinched your nipples, causing you to clench around him. He groaned at the sensation, gaze becoming more intense when you slightly picked up the pace. It felt magnificent, but at the same time you craved more of the hard, rough friction that he had given you the night before. Body trying to find that friction on its own, your hips swiveled in a circle as you sank back down, which must’ve felt just as amazing for him as it did you, since he gave a strangled moan at the same moment his hands immobilized your hips in a bruising grip. 

“Alright, doll. My turn.”

That was the only warning you got before he braced his feet against the mattress and moved up in you, hard. Falling forward onto your palms with a gasp, fingers curled into the bedsheet and hips writhed in pleasure when he repeated the move. He continued the sharp, deep thrusts, watching your face closely before wrapping a hand around the back of your neck and pulling your mouth down to his own. His tongue thrust into your mouth possessively, as if trying to claim as much of you at once as he could. The pace was brutal yet unhurried, each thrust feeling like a deliberate attack on your sanity as his movements drew fire over your skin and consumed you, body and soul. 

Pressing down into him while leaning forward caused your clit to grind against his lower abdomen in the perfect way with each thrust, building up the orgasm that had previously hovered just out of reach. Breaking the kiss with a cry, you saw the expression of intense concentration on his face as he continued to move your bodies together in perfect rhythm. Breasts pressed into his chest and mouth panting at his ear, your body gave into his, letting him drive you up and over the edge, into the abyss of pleasure. 

“Negan,” you moaned, muscles tightening then releasing as the orgasm washed through you. His answering grunt and curse signaled his own release, though he continued his driving rhythm through it all, wringing each drop of pleasure from your body until it collapsed limply on top of his.

Resting your head on his shoulder, you again traced over the tattoo on his chest, waiting for your heartbeat and breathing to slow back down to normal. Glancing up his body, you found him already looking back down at you, a relaxed and satisfied grin on his lips that was only witnessed behind closed doors, when the two of you were alone. His hand idly stroked over a piece of hair laying on your shoulder, the gesture making you think back to earlier when he had accidentally pinned you to the mattress, and the resulting ungraceful maneuvering to switch positions in a bed that was entirely too small for two adult bodies. A light laugh escaped you that caused Negan to raise an eyebrow in question. 

“Just remembering your super smooth move from earlier,” you teased. You wouldn’t admit this out loud, but it was actually a bit of a relief to know that even Mr. Harem-of-Wives, Sex-God Negan wasn’t always flawless in the sack. 

“Making fun of me, doll?” he growled. 

“Maybe.”

Whack. The loud crack, accompanied by the slight sting of sensation against your left asscheek, caused you to jump and look at him in wide-eyed shock. 

“Did you just spank me?!” you exclaimed.

“Maybe.”

Before you could form an appropriate reply, he silenced any retort with his lips. Shallow creature that you apparently were, the move worked, and when he pulled away a long minute later, your brain conveniently forgot why you were supposed to be coming up with a retort in the first place. 

Negan glanced over at the side table, where your watch sat. Also looking over, you saw that it was now almost 7:30am, which meant he had half an hour to go back to his room and become presentable for his 8am Savior meeting. You were curious what the meeting was about, but didn’t want to ruin the perfection of the morning by bringing up a potentially serious topic. 

“Much as I hate to say it, doll, duty fucking calls.”

Your expression must’ve showcased more than you thought, since he gave a chuckle and said, “How about I make it up to you by finishing our fucking chess bet?”

Interest instantly piqued, you sat up on his chest and replied, “The third outing?! Can we go today?”

He looked at you consideringly, before giving a slight nod and agreeing. “We fucking could, but I won’t be free until the dinner hour.” 

Much as you didn’t want to skip out on your duties, even if it was with the leader of the establishment, you also weren’t about to turn down more alone time with Negan, especially outside of the Sanctuary. 

“I could meet you at the front gate at 5?” you suggested. That would give you just enough time to make sure dinner was fully prepped and almost ready to serve, since the community ate their meal from 5 to 7pm. It lessened the guilt, since you wouldn’t be completely leaving Ben and the staff short-handed. 

“Works for me, doll,” he said, gently rolling you off his body and to the narrow strip of mattress free beside him.

Biting your lower lip to keep from gasping at the empty sensation when he pulled out his now-flaccid dick, you watched him rise slowly from the bed. You took possessive pleasure in viewing his naked body, thighs clenching at the sight of him stretching muscular arms up towards the ceiling with his head tipped back. The pop of his back and resulting grunt made you comment, “I think from now on we might be better off in your bed. I have no clue how we even managed to fit in mine all night.” 

“Thank fucking god. If I have to spend any more nights in that fucking thing, I’ll be stiffer than a cock in a brothel.” 

Rolling your eyes at his that’s-so-Negan one-liner, you pulled the sheet up over your chest and settled in to watch him get dressed. You felt a bit like a voyeur when he removed the condom, tied off the end, and tossed it into the little garbage can. You felt a lot like a voyeur when he leaned down to pick up his boxer briefs and the sight of his bent-over ass almost made you whimper out loud. 

“You sure you can’t skip the meeting and stay here?” The words left your lips before your brain could even stop them. 

Turning to look at you, the desire must have been written all over your face because that muscle in his jaw ticked and he ran a hand down over his beard in obvious frustration. You swore he started to take a step back towards the bed, but he caught himself and instead returned to the task of getting dressed. 

When he was done putting on the navy tee and dark grey pants, complete with his signature black boots, he did finally come back over to the bed. Leaning down, he cupped a warm hand possessively around the side of your neck and placed a heated kiss on your lips before slightly pulling back and saying in that sinful, husky voice, “5 o’clock, doll. You better be ready for me.” 

With that, he straightened, crossed the room, and let himself out. As the door clicked softly shut behind him, you replied with a dazed, “Yes, sir.”

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Tribulation & Tenderness - Chapter 10

Ship: Main Technoblade x Reader, some Dream x Reader

Plot:   You're a princess in a Kingdom suffering a years long famine. In a   desperate attempt to help your people, you accept one simple offer:   Marriage to the crown prince of a neighboring kingdom. Anything to help  your people survive. Surely it can't be too bad, can it?

Chapter List: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 Disclaimer:   Cross-posted on Wattpad (discontinued) and Ao3. This is based off of everyone's CHARACTERS. I do not write fanfic based off the actual people.

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Chapter 10: Wedding Plans

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Your first night at the new kingdom was rough. You laid in your bed for hours, your blanket pulled to your chin. You wanted nothing more to sleep- it sounded like a blessing at the moment. It didn’t come easy, and you eventually moved to look out the window instead. The blanket hung around your shoulders as you did, a quiet sigh spilling from your lips. The view outside felt completely different at night, the soft glow of the moon spilling over the land. In the surrounding city you could make out the warm glow from the lamps. It was surreal, feeling so much more different than your home.

You pondered about what your life here would entail. Techno hadn’t really said too much. You figured you would be told as the days went on what to expect. You figured most of your time as of current would be dedicated to preparation for the wedding. Maybe even some training, if Techno found time to do so. You didn’t know what his duties would entail, and how similar they would be to George’s. You’d adjust inevitably. Exhaustion was weighing heavy on you, your gaze once more shifting to the bed longingly. You weren’t entirely sure if you would be able to fall asleep just yet. You pondered going to the library, but decided against it. That was on the other side of the castle. You didn’t have the confidence to go alone at night, either. Beyond Techno and his brothers, you didn’t know who to trust.

So, with a defeated sigh, you trudged back to the bed and wrapped the blanket tight around you. Might as well try to sleep. Absorbing yourself into your thoughts would only lead to exhaustion tomorrow. Which wasn’t what you really wanted. You knew tomorrow would inevitably be busy. The wedding had been mentioned multiple times, you knew there needed to be planning for that.

It felt like you had only blinked, head full of thoughts of the wedding, when you were cracking your eyes open. Light spilled into the room through the window you had gazed out of earlier, making you sigh. Breakfast. The thought made your stomach turn a little. This would be your first proper introduction to the court. Sure you knew plenty of people, but you had managed to evade dinner last night due to the tour. You couldn’t as easily escape the obligation of breakfast. If you did, your body would make you pay dearly later. Besides, you couldn’t avoid it forever.

You peeled yourself out of bed, wandering towards the closet. You wanted to make a good impression on everyone, without being so horribly overstated. You freted, before settling on one of your simpler dresses. You set it aside, thumbing through your jewelry for something to wear. You briefly ran your thumb over the necklace Dream had given you, marveling it. It was almost tempting to wear it, to have that comfort and security you had always felt with the blonde. Yet you decided against it, choosing something less understated that your mother had given you on one of your birthdays.

Once satisfied with the choice in clothes, you stole away to the bathroom. It had been a couple of days since you last bathed, and you figured it wouldn’t hurt. You did skeptically eye the full bath, trying to guess when servants had slipped into your room to fill it. No matter. Steam rolled along the surface of it, and you couldn’t help but sigh as you slid into it. It worked rather quickly to relax your muscles and nerves. You definitely needed that. You eyed the small shelf by the tub, picking up a few of the bottles to smell them.

One smelled of vanilla, which you deeply considered. The other you smelled carried the scent of rose and lemon, a scent you easily recognized. It was hardly different from the one you used at home, which you had forgotten to bring. The only thing that seemed to be missing was the base note of patchouli, and you did miss the earthiness just a touch. All the same, you were content that this was here, wherever it came from. You quickly used the bottle to help freshen yourself up. A quick run over with a damp cloth ensured you were rid of any dirt. As the water began to cool, you finally pulled yourself up and out of the tub to dress.

You lingered in the room, fingers running over your dress a few times. Nervously. You really didn’t want to walk into the dining hall alone. As if to answer your silent pleas, there was a knock on your door that you quickly answered. Techno stood on the other end, peering down at you through his glasses. You offered a soft smile, trying to hide your nerves.

“I figured I should walk with you to breakfast. Since we missed dinner and all,” He explained, but you only nodded. You stepped out of the room, shutting the door behind you as you did so.

“Right, sorry about that, still. I appreciate you walking with me.” Your hands once more smoothed down over your dress, almost fussing on if your appearance was perfect. Who all would be there? Perhaps just a few other nobles, maybe the King’s advisors. It shouldn’t be too big, should it?

“Making things seem distant between us would only give people reason to dislike you.” The words only served to make you shudder, a frown on your face. You easily recalled Philza’s words of the advisor, the thought causing your stomach to turn. This was going to be a rough breakfast, you already knew.

“Right. Some people aren’t exactly excited about this. That’s fine. I’m prepared for that,” You muttered in an attempt to reassure yourself. Techno reached up, giving a reassuring pat against your back.

“They’re harmless. It doesn’t matter what they think,” Techno muttered as the pair of you descended the stairs. You sighed but nodded. He was right, honestly. It wasn’t like the king hated you, and the rest of the royal family seemed to at least not hate you. So long as they didn’t hate you, you hoped you could stomach the rest. From down the hall you could already hear Tommy making a fuss, causing you to smile. That helped ease your nerves. It was a different environment than you were used to.

You glanced at the table as you walked in, relieved by the familiar faces around the table. Techno moved towards his father, pausing to pull out one of the empty chairs and motioning you into it. Your eyes scanned the few unfamiliar faces as you sat down, trying to ease your anxiety.

“Mornin’ Techno! Mornin’ Techno’s wife!” Tommy called as Techno sat between you and his father, causing the pink-headed prince to glance at his brother.

“She’s not my wife yet, Tommy,” he simply clarified, sounding far from amused.

“How’d you sleep, kiddo?” Philza detracted the attention from his rambunctious nephew, offering you a smile. You relaxed a little, appreciating the older man’s words.

“I slept alright,” You murmured, offering a feeble smile. You hadn’t slept great, or all that much, and you had a feeling it showed on your face.

“It’s a new place, that’s always rough. I’m sure it’ll get better soon.” You could only nod at his words, thankful for the reassurance. He was nice, and truthfully you enjoyed that about him. He felt very much fatherly. Techno slid a cup in front of you, steam billowing from it. You smiled thankfully, offering a quiet thank you as you picked it up. Tea was definitely acceptable this early in the morning, especially as a slight chill clung to the castle.

The man sat beside Philza cleared his throat, offering a gentle smile. Your attention quickly turned to him, brow furrowing a little. He wasn’t someone you recognized- definitely didn’t meet him yesterday. “A pleasure to finally meet you. I’m Eret- cousin to those three.” He motioned to the prince’s as he talked, and you nodded slightly.

“Nice to meet you. Techno never mentioned having a cousin.” You set down the cup in your hands, glancing at Techno briefly. He furrowed his brow, a soft ‘heh?’ leaving him.

“He likes to forget about him.” Wilbur spoke up, causing Tommy to laugh. You sighed, shaking your head with a small laugh.

“I don’t know how! Eret’s been here since he was little,” Tommy spoke between laughter, making your gaze turn back to the brunette across from you. He seemed almost embarrassed, shrugging.

“I’m sure Techno had a lot on his mind whenever he spoke of the kingdom, there’s a lot of people to remember here.” Eret didn’t seem too bothered by the lapse of information, and you shrugged.

“He mentioned Tubbo, though. Is he forgetful enough to mention a family friend as opposed to his actual family?” You teased, throwing a sly grin at Techno. It was easy to slip into this with the egging on of his brothers.

“Oh- Did he really? I mean, I practically did grow up with Tommy,” Tubbo asked, head popping up.

“You’re like a little brother to us, Tubbo. You were always there, Eret didn’t come to the kingdom until Techno was almost seven, remember?” Wilbur pushed, and the brunette seemed to purse his lips in thought.

“Not well, no. We love Eret anyways!” The man between Eret and Tubbo scoffed, a hand holding his head. Tired brown eyes stared at his plate, a glass bottle in hand. He looked rough, stubble lining his jaw and brown locks falling into his eyes. You eyed the brown liquid within the bottle as silence fell over the table.

“That’s Schlatt, the advisor Philza spoke of yesterday,” Techno’s voice came quietly against your ear, making you jump in surprise. When the hell had he gotten there? Your attention quickly turned back to the man as he took a drink from the bottle. Was that alcohol?

Physically, you could see the similarities between him and Tubbo, but that was about it. Even now, the younger brunette seemed largely uncomfortable next to him. It made your chest pang, wondering what all had happened to cause the rift in their relationship.

Schlatt stood up with a grunt, sloppily pushing in his chair. “Come on, Tubbo. We’ve got work to do,” Schlatt called. There was a drawl in his voice that made you rather uncomfortable. You didn’t like him, and you had a feeling it was similar to the way the princes felt towards him.

Tubbo looked down to his plate, seemingly steeling himself. “Yes, Schlatt,” he muttered softly. What had Schlatt done that had made the brunette become so quiet? You didn’t like it one bit. Before Tubbo could even move to follow his father, you spoke out.

“Actually, I was hoping I could borrow Tubbo for today!” Tubbo’s head snapped up at that, eyes wide. You blinked, not even sure what you were saying. Schlatt stopped his walk, bottle hanging from his hand as he turned to look at you. Perhaps glare was a better word? You swallowed, steeling yourself as you continued, “I’d really appreciate his input on the wedding plans.”

“The wedding,” Schlatt sneered, eyes narrowed. His gaze moved from you, to Techno, then to his son. “Whatever, take the bastard for the ridiculous wedding. Like I give a damn.” With his words, he took a swig from the bottle before sauntering out of the dining hall. With his leave, the tension in the room seemed to dissipate.

A relieved sigh escaped Tubbo’s lips as he slumped in his seat, closing his eyes. “Thank you so much,” He mumbled into his hands. You sighed, shaking your head a little. Not exactly what you had expected, but you’d take it. 

“I hate that he keeps calling you that,” Tommy grumbled, while Wilbur just patted his shoulder.

“It gets him away from Schlatt for today, so what’s it matter?” Wilbur offered with a shrug. Tommy just continued to grumble under his breath while Tubbo offered a weak smile.

“You don’t actually have to help with the wedding. I just didn’t feel right leaving you to go with him.” You brushed it off with a smile. It was true, though. You truly didn’t want to send Tubbo off with Schlatt. The man gave off a bad vibe you didn’t like in the slightest. So, coming up with an excuse seemed the most feasible. The king sighed and shook his head, otherwise staying quiet. You had a feeling this wasn’t too different from a normal morning.

“Actually, I wouldn’t mind helping! If everyone doesn’t mind,” Tubbo sheepishly chimed, moving to rub the nape of his neck. Tommy groaned dramatically, slouching in his chair.

“Tubbo, come on. You’re gonna make us do stupid wedding planning all day? With Eret and Wilbur and Techno? At one time?” You snickered a little as he complained, head shaking. Wilbur smacked him in the back of his head in response to his dramatics.

“Your opinion doesn’t count, Tommy.” His voice was so plain, even as the young blonde whined and rubbed the back of his head.

“I’ll show you what does count! I swear, I’ll beat you so hard you won’t be able to remember your own name!” He shoved at his brother, and you shook your head.

“I don’t mind if you tag along, Tubbo. I’m sure the input will be appreciated,” You spoke over the ruckus of Wilbur and Tommy as the two pushed at each other. The words seemed to make Tubbo glow with excitement, almost as if the whole thing with Schlatt hadn’t ever happened.

“Alright, boys, go outside before you break a plate or the table. Go on, do your fighting there.” Philza spoke from behind them, and your head popped up. He must have moved while you were focused on Tubbo. Tommy was stuck beneath Wilbur’s arm, the older yanking him around. Philza unceremoniously pulled out the chairs they sat on, forcing them apart as he shooed them away. He looked exasperated, but fond of their antics all the same.

“I’ll judge!” Tubbo called, standing up hurriedly. He gave a brief, sloppy bow towards the king before running after the two princes.

“Is it like this every morning?” You sat down your utensils, reclining in your seat.

“Not every morning, but a lot of them. It wasn’t always this way,” Eret shook his head but smiled. You turned to Techno, where he stared towards the door with an affectionate look in his eyes. It was almost sweet, seeing the way he gazed after the rambunctious trio.

“It only started to get like that a few years ago. Not quite becoming of princes, but they don’t seem in a rush to behave like royalty.” Techno’s voice had the same fondness his gaze did, and you hummed in acknowledgement as you sipped the last of your tea, cradling the cup close.

“Not anymore, at least. We should go and start doing some planning ourselves,” Philza muttered, turning towards the king. The man nodded, slowly rising from his seat.

“Please see to it your brothers don’t destroy anything this time, Technoblade.” He gave him a pointed look, making him sigh and nod. The king walked away, Philza tailing behind him. Leaving you, Techno, and Eret sitting.

“Well, let’s get started? There’s no telling how long it’ll take. Especially since Wilbur is currently in the process of fighting Tommy.” Eret shook his head as he spoke. You nodded, moving to stand. A hand entered your vision before you could even get to your feet. You shook your head, unable to help a laugh.

“Should I get used to you not letting me get out of my seat on my own?” You managed a lighthearted jab at him as you took his hand, allowing him to gently pull you up.

“Yes.” The way he said it was so flat and monotone, you couldn’t stop the laugh bursting from your lips. You just shook your head, giving a lopsided grin.

“Thank you, Techno. Wanting to teach me to fight but not letting me get out of a chair without hovering.” His lips pursed at that, eyebrows furrowing. Like he saw nothing wrong with it. Not that there truly was, it just seemed almost contradictory. Eret even seemed equally amused, though he didn’t poke at his cousin the way you did.

“I’ll go ahead and get the boys before they destroy each other. I’ll meet you in the ballroom with them.” Techno gently pushed you towards his cousin, before striding off in front of you. You shrugged, walking alongside Eret towards the ballroom.

“It’s gonna be an interesting day, isn’t it?” You questioned, glancing up at Eret. Of course he was tall. It really did run in the family.

“Most likely, yes. They’re never quiet, and Tommy gets antsy quick,” Eret said with a laugh, making you smile. You didn’t think you would mind too much if it made it lively. It would take care of the uneasiness you felt regarding the wedding. A relief to the tension you had a feeling might form if it were just you and Techno.

“You didn’t always live here at the castle?” You broached the silence that had spread over the pair of you, and he hummed a little.

“No. I came around the time I was eight. Their mother was my aunt, and some things happened with my parents. Philza ended up adopting me, so I’m just a cousin on their other side now,” He chuckled, and you nodded. That made some sense. It just seemed the castle was hardly lacking in boys to run the place.

“I see. I imagine that keeps it rather busy here.” You shook your head, following as Eret opened the door to the ballroom.

“Very. Right! This is where the majority of the wedding will be held. The celebrations, namely. The formal ceremony will be held in the gardens, we’ll go through those in a little bit.” Eret clapped his hands together, leading you through the ballroom. He pointed to various spots, explaining the plans he had for the celebrations. You would nod along, pitching in your own opinions when you felt it necessary.

“I think you should go to the brothel and get some women,” A new voice chimed in from near the veranda, making you jump.

“I like the way you think, Big Q! It’s not a party without some women!” Tommy responded, and you turned towards the voices. You blinked at the new person standing among the princes, a lopsided grin on his face. His black hair was splayed messily on his head, smudges of dirt along his face. You had a feeling he had been messing with the other, who also had dirt on their faces and bodies. What a mess. Tubbo and Tommy even seemed to have a few forming bruises on their arms, Tommy’s hidden by the same green bandana he had worn in the portrait you saw in the dining hall. 

“I don’t think the princess is fond of the idea of there being whores at her wedding, Quackity,” Wilbur piped up upon seeing your rather deadpan face. The expression was similarly mimicked by Techno, who stood behind the four of them.

“Princess? Oh- shit!” Quackity did a double take, before giving a hurried bow. Seemingly remembering exactly who he was talking to. Amusement at the almost embarrassed look on his face caused your lips to twitch up into a smile.

“Right. Yes. I would prefer there to not be women from the brothel at my wedding, Quackity.” You tested his name out carefully, and he slowly stood up from his bow. Tommy snickered from behind him, failing to hide his amusement at the fool he seemingly made for himself. He rubbed the back of his neck, laughing softly.

“I would also prefer to keep it that way,” Techno said as he stepped around the group, back towards you. He stood on your other side, leaving you in the middle of the two men. Which made you feel incredibly small.

“You two are so boring, what’s the fun without women?” Tommy groaned, trailing behind Wilbur and Tubbo as they wandered over as well. 

“You’ll have fun anyways, Tommy. You always manage.” Tubbo barely looked at his friend, eagerly listening to Eret as he went over what he had been telling you once more. The group gathered around you, but you hardly minded right now.

“I was thinking, Tubbo and I could do some of the music. We’ll have other musicians too, but I think it’d be nice to be able to play. It’s not every day your little brother gets married,” Wilbur talked, grinning over to Techno. Techno huffed, head shaking as the older affectionately threw out the term.

“Oh, that’d be wonderful!” You lit up with a smile, fully on board with the idea. Wilbur smiled back, seemingly fond of your approval.

“And,” he started, his grin turning almost mischievous, “I think it would be even better if our groom here plays a piece himself. You do play violin after all, Techno.” The words made your hopeful gaze turn towards Techno. He looked almost neutral, though his eyebrows were furrowed and a faint flush painted his cheeks.

“Well, I-” He grumbled, looking down to you and your soft smile. He gave an almost frustrated sigh, looking away. “Fine. I’ll play something.” He huffed a little.

“Perfect! So we’ve got rough plans for the ballroom decorations and the music.” You clapped your hands together, grinning.

“What the hell, Techno? You never play for anyone!” Tommy whined, eyes wide as he looked between you and him.

“It is his wedding, Tommy. It’s only fitting he plays,” Tubbo defended. Tommy, Tubbo, and Quackity bickered about Techno’s playing as Eret led that large group towards the veranda. Techno held your hand as you went down the stairs. Tommy made a mocking gag sound, and Quackity simply imitated Techno, holding his hand out for Tommy.

“Quackity, stop it, I’m not holding your hand,” Tommy complained, nose wrinkling. You shook your head, eyes rolling. They really were like children. 

You peered at the flowers as you walked to the gardens, looking for any you recognized. Eret spoke about the plans, and you absently nodded along. At least until he showed you where the ceremony would be held. “Here?” You murmured curiously, looking at the flowers. Your fingers ran over the petals, trying to note the flowers you did see. The easiest to identify was the roses- why was it always roses? Red bled into the white from the edges, and you smiled just slightly. They were pretty, most of the ones back home were either red, white, or yellow. Rarely hybrids. The only time you received a hybrid of one was from dream, but they were never red and white. Always red and yellow.

Curled near the roses stood a plant with broad green leaves and occasional clumps of pink flowers. It was faintly familiar, and you struggled to place it. You remembered Dream stating that they weren’t the best flower, trying his best to remove it from the gardens. You had no idea why, though, as it seemed to be doing just fine here. A hand grabbed yours as you went to run your fingers along the leaves, tugging it away.

“Careful,” Techno mumbled. He dropped your hand, lifting the leaves carefully. Behind them was a thick branch, coated in thorns. You had barely noticed them, stretching out about an inch. You had been so focused on the flowers.

“Thank you,” you murmured, turning back towards Eret with a soft smile. “This’ll do wonderful. What’s next?”

“That’s most of the basic stuff for decoration at the moment. I think Nihachu wanted to discuss catering? I have to get some stuff together for your dress, but I can come find you when I have,” Eret explained. You nodded, seemingly content with the idea.

“Do we have to come along?” Tommy groaned loudly, clearly growing bored with all of the proceedings. You laughed, head shaking.

“You never had to, Tommy. I think the only people obligated are Techno and I.” You shrugged, letting the group move back towards the castle.

“Come on then, Tubbo. Let’s get out of here, this is so damn boring.” The brunette looked towards you as if for confirmation, and you simply waved your hand. You didn’t expect them to truly tag along for too long. Especially Tommy, he didn’t seem the patient type to deal with planning.

“I’ll come check in later!” Tubbo tried to offer as Tommy, and Quackity, practically dragged him off. For what, you had no idea, but you didn’t want to ask questions. This thinned out the large group, allowing you to let out a soft breath. It was less crowded, which you definitely appreciated.

“Nihachu said she’d be in the dining hall with some samples of food for you to try,” Wilbur spoke, pausing at the top of the veranda. He watched Techno help you up, Eret slipping away from the three of you to go do what he needed.

“Sounds good with me,” You hummed. This might be one of the longer parts of the day, but you didn’t mind. Food was important, especially for a wedding. Even if it was stunning with beautiful music, you knew it would feel empty without proper food. As most celebrations would. Inside the dining hall was the same woman Wilbur was with the day prior, fussing over various plates on the table.

“Nihachu!” Wilbur called, causing the blonde to look up. She grinned up at him, practically bounding over to him to give him a hug. 

“Staying to taste the food?” She asked, focusing on him for a few moments.

“I’d never miss an excuse to eat it outside of meals.” He ruffled her hair, making her wrinkle her nose. She turned towards you and Techno, grin softening to a smile as she curtseyed slightly. 

“I’m Nihachu, it’s so nice to finally meet you,” She greeted warmly. You couldn’t help but return the smile, almost relieved to see another woman among the boys you seemed constantly surrounded by.

“You too. It’s a blessing to have someone who isn’t a prince to deal with.”

“Hey!” Wilbur gasped in offense, echoed by Techno’s quiet ‘Heh?’ of confusion. Nihachu only laughed, covering her mouth with a hand.

“Come on, there’s lots to try and discuss. Everything can be mixed and matched, as well. We have plenty of time between now and the wedding to refine everything.” She motioned the three of you towards the table, pointing to various dishes and explaining them to you. Some of them were unbelievably good, and you made sure to point that out. She seemed pleased with the praise each time, making note to include whatever you praised into the catering.

As she pointed to one of the dishes, you noted the ring on her finger, piquing your interest. “Are you married?” You asked without much thought, motioning to the simple band. Nihachu glanced to the ring, cheeks reddening slightly.

“Oh-! No, not yet, at least. It’s a ring my girlfriend gave me to promise she only had good intentions,” She murmured in embarrassment. Wilbur laughed beside her, trying and failing to hide the fact. She pushed at him slightly, trying to bring the focus back to the food instead. 

After a couple of hours of tasting and discussing, it was finally finished. She seemed content with the feedback, promising she would make sure everything was perfect. She actually seemed quite ecstatic to have the job she did. She simply took the paper she made her notes on, running off towards the kitchens once more.

“Right, all that’s left is the dress. Eret is setting up in one of the spare rooms,” Wilbur informed, motioning towards the exit. “I’m going to help Nihachu clear this.” You looked on in amusement as Wilbur began picking up plates, finding it hilarious that a prince was taking care of dirty dishes. All the same, you didn’t say anything and left the room with Techno. He was quiet as he led you towards the spare rooms, eyebrows furrowed.

“Do you need me to help with the dress?” He murmured, not exactly looking at you as he hovered outside the door. You blinked a little, processing the information. He didn’t want to help? Then you realized you were probably getting measurements taken, and who knew what else. Was he too embarrassed to help?

“I should be fine. Why don’t you go talk to your father about getting Tubbo a room here? Get him away from Schlatt,” you offered an alternative with a smile. A look of relief flooded his eyes, and he nodded.

“I’ll come get you in a while,” He informed, watching as you slid into the room. Eret smiled at you from where he was hovering over various fabrics, motioning you towards the middle of the room.

“I see everyone decided to abandon you,” he joked, picking up a strip of paper and walking towards you. All too familiar with the process that was about to happen, you lifted your arms. Eret took the paper, placing it against your arm and marking it.

“Wilbur decided to stick with Nihachu, and Techno really was trying to find a reason to not come in here,” You laughed, watching as Eret moved around, taking various measurements and marking them onto the strip he was using.

“That sounds like him. You send him off?” He leaned down, wrapping the strip around your waist snuggly.

“Told him to talk to his father about getting Tubbo one of the spare rooms in the castle, the boys mentioned it yesterday and I see why.”

“Schlatt is questionable at best. It would do Tubbo good to get away from him. I need to measure your legs,” He murmured, eyebrows furrowing. His cheeks painted pink, and he seemed to have only just realized what it entailed.

“It’s just measurements, Eret. It’s not scandalous,” you muttered reassuringly. You shifted the skirts of your dress as needed. Eret fell silent, seemingly embarrassed as he crouched in front of you to do the needed measurements on your legs. You tried your best to not laugh at how flustered he seemed, keeping any comments to yourself.

“Right, okay,” he cleared his throat, standing up and walking back towards the fabrics. You followed, peering over his shoulder. “Is this everything you were hoping for?”

“It’s… not, no. I never really planned to have a wedding with the prince of another kingdom, let alone one who was to become king. I thought I’d marry a noble in my own kingdom and live out my life there,” You explained. Eret picked up one of the white fabrics, holding it against your body and examining it. For what, exactly, you weren’t sure. Still, you let him do as he needed.

“That makes sense. Are you disappointed with this, though?” He seemed to want to talk, but you weren’t entirely against it. Not many people had cared to ask you how you felt about this whole thing. 

“No, not at all. It presents options I was never granted back home.” Eret held up a delicate lace, layering it over a fabric to hold against you.

“Good. Hopefully everything turns out as you want it to. I think that should be all now? There’s not too much to be done until the dress is actually made,” He murmured, setting the fabrics down.

“Perfect, just call on me whenever you need me to check in or anything.” You beamed, only glancing at the fabrics as he continued to shift through them. You truly trusted him on whatever he was deciding to make. Everyone here seemed competent enough, though it made you feel a little useless. You supposed all you could do truly was offer feedback, which they seemed content with. 

Techno was leaned against a wall outside the room, glancing up when you opened the door. You smiled at him, and he simply pushed off the wall, motioning towards where your rooms were. “Get changed, put on pants,” He said flatly, making you arch an eyebrow at him.

“What for, exactly?” You questioned, following him all the same.

“Unless you want to learn to fight in a dress.” He glanced at you, eyebrows raised in question. Your stomach flipped in excitement, and you desperately suppressed the urge to run to your room.

“I think pants would be better for that,” you laughed, nerves leaking through the sound. Finally, you were going to learn to fight. Next Chapter | >