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Chapter Four: New Beginnings

FINALLY WE'RE BACK! I'm so sorry it took me so so long to post, but I hope this chapter makes up for it 🥹✨ As always, my inbox is open for you guys and please come talk to me about what you thought of the chapter 🫶🏼🫶🏼 All the love, Mar 🤍

March 14, 2022 – April 13, 2022: Month Four

March 15, 2022

New York City, New York. 1:45 PM.

The phone rang four times before he answered, “Hi baby”, I smiled, “Harry Styles you menace”, he laughed and I walked towards the flowers sitting on the coffee table; once he stopped laughing, he cleared his throat and said, “I don’t know what you are talking about.”

I sat down and snuggled into the pillows before answering him, “Oh? Well then, think I have to call Mr. Ricciardo and thank him for the flowers then”, he let out a grumble before mimicking what I just said which had me laughing, “I’m kidding baby; but you are a menace, three arrangements in a whole week?”

“I miss you baby, just don’t want for you to forget it”, I smiled, “I won’t, I promise you”, we settled into comfortable silence for a few until he spoke up, “How’s the baby?”, I sighed, “It’s been an adjustment, but we’re working on it”, he tsked his lips, “What’s wrong?”, I cleared my throat, ��It’s nothing.”

“Baby, if it is bothering you, it is not nothing. Wanna switch to FaceTime?”, I sighed before quietly answering him, “Yeah”, we hung up and I pulled my laptop and charger, I plugged it in and waited for his call to appear, I smiled when I saw his face on the screen, and he returned the smile and a wave before asking me, “How on Earth do you get prettier and prettier each day huh?”

I laughed and hid my face behind my hands, “Stop it, I feel anything but”, he furrowed his brows a little, “What’s wrong baby?”, I sighed and started playing with my fingers, and looked everywhere but the screen where he was, “It’s just been… hard, like settling back home; jetlag hit us hard and she has also hit the sleep regression, so she isn’t resting well, which in turn has her in a bad mood all day long.”

“Dr. Ramirez said it was normal, but I don’t know, I feel awful for her, and we’ve been having issues with breastfeeding, my supply has been all over the place, so I have had to supplement with some of the frozen milk we have, which in turn has me tying to pump to make up for the milk I grab but then again my supply is not great so it is just this big mess; I mean don’t get me wrong, she is fed and happy, but I feel like I have been failing her.”

“Oh baby”, there was something on his tone that made me sniffle, “And… this is stupid because I know things take time, but I wanted to wear a dress I just bought and it did not fit, and I knew I wouldn’t be back to my pre-baby weight. But not even the next size fits comfortably, which then had me doing some try-ons and decluttering and I had to stop because I would have thrown out everything I own”, I wiped the tears that had fallen and turned to look at Harry, “I’m sorry, I just loaded you.”

He shook his head, “It makes me feel happy that you trust me enough to tell me how you feel darling, and I wish I could just reach into the screen and pull you into a hug”, I chuckled and he continued, “I’m so sorry things have been so hard for you, especially with the baby when I promised you I would always be there, but please get this into your head: you’re not failing her, haven’t failed her even before she was here and that is worth everything”, he smiled and I nodded.

“She is still tiny, and even if it hurts us, she is growing too, so these things will happen because they are part of her development, and we will always work together to help her, yes? You and me, we are a team; I remember that in one of the baby books I read they discussed ways to help soothe her during her crisis and ways to help you keep up your supply, so let me check my notes and I’ll send them your way.”

The smile that adorned my face was difficult to hide, I felt so damn proud of him, of the great father and boyfriend he had become, of the love he had for her and for me, and how much effort he was putting into taking care of Pippa and myself, he cleared his throat, “As for you Miss, I wish you could see what I see”, I smiled before giving him a questioning look, “And that is?”

He smiled, “A beautiful, strong, intelligent, talented, sexy as hell woman, both inside and out, a mother who everyday selflessly takes care from her baby and is making sure that her needs are met and that she is a happy baby, a friend who is always there for whoever needs her; I see the girl of my dreams and the woman I want to share the rest of my life with”, my heart started beating so fast and I smiled, he took it as a way to continue speaking.

“I don’t want to override your feelings, because they are valid, but just know, I think you are beautiful, and what matters to me the most is the fact that you are healthy, that you are thriving, and above all, that you are feeling good about yourself yes? I truly don’t give a shit if you’re a size zero or a size fourteen, I do care that you feel supported and loved by me and everyone who loves and cares for you.”

I sniffled and nodded before speaking up, “I am happy, I feel like we are getting a hang of this whole new adventure, so I feel like I am also thriving alongside her, and I do feel good about myself and so damn proud of having grown and birthed a healthy baby girl but, I don’t know”, is eyes were full of sorrow and worry, I cleared my throat before continuing.

“I feel like I’m comparing myself to all new moms who by now have their figure back and they are so confident, and me, well I feel good and look good, but I don’t know… I’m sorry I’m just being irrational”, he smiled, “Baby, you’re not. It is valid and I hear you and see you and the only thing I really want to do is be there for you in any way I can, is there anything literally anything I could do to help you to work on this problem?”, I smiled, “Just get home safe, we miss you so much and having you here is definitely the best medicine there is”, he smiled, “I am counting down the days to be next to you again, and until I am, expect many more surprises.”

I laughed and turned my head when I saw two boxes I had opened once we got back home, “By the way, you should definitely call Taylor and thank her for the lovely gifts”, he gave me a surprised look while taking a sip of water before speaking up, “Really? What did she send?”, I smiled, “A lovely, knitted cardigan with her name on it, and a crocheted blanket and it has her birth flowers knitted, and it is purple like her birthstone.”

He smiled, “I’ll make sure to reach out tomorrow and thank her, does she love her gifts?”, I nodded, “Her blanket is so cozy; it is the one I have been using when we need to go out, and her cardigan I’m saving it for a special occasion, like maybe one of her daddy’s concerts?”, that had him smiling so big and before he could speak up I added, “Coachella maybe?”, I grinned.

He sat up straighter and opened and closed his mouth, I took this chance to speak up, “I know we agreed that maybe we should stay home, but I know this is a very big and important time in your life for you baby, and we would love to be there with you”, he sniffled and smiled, “I would love nothing more than to have you two there with me my heart”, I smiled, “I love you baby”, he kissed his fingers and pressed them to the screen “I love you more my heart.”

March 20, 2022

New York City, New York. 12:30 PM.

My heart was going crazy while I was walking to the sushi place that we had agreed to meet up on. A few days ago, I had received an email from Matthew telling me he would be in the city and would love to meet for lunch so we could properly catch up. Before I confirmed my assistance, I decided to tell H about the situation, and although he wasn’t too thrilled, he said he trusted me and to call if anything happened.

Once we arrived, the lovely host led us to a secluded table where the stroller wouldn’t bother any of the guests and the noise would not wake up Pip; as I was finishing checking my emails, someone cleared their throat before speaking up, “Hi Birdie”, I left my phone on the table and turned to look at him, I smiled while standing up and reaching to pull him into a hug.

“Hi Matthew, it is so nice to see you again”, he squeezed a little before pulling back and turning to look at the stroller with a smile, “Sleeping?”, I nodded and he did too, “Well let’s take advantage and eat while she sleeps, yes?”, I smiled and nodded while he called the lovely waitress, who after taking our orders left our table.

I took a moment to just observe him; he was still the guy I had dated but he definitely had matured, and you could see it on his face, he smiled before speaking up, “You haven’t changed that much”, I laughed, “I was thinking the same thing about you”, he nodded, “So… I really don’t wanna be that guy, but I need to ask.”

I laughed, “Oh, it is a story to tell. I won’t bore you with details that are not that important; a few months after we broke up, I met Harry, he hired me for some design projects for his album and we started dating a few months after I finished the projects. We broke up on December of 2020 because I could see that he was falling out of love with me and I didn’t want to be left heartbroken, a few months later, in March, I travelled to L.A. for some work commitments and we happened to run into each other, and after dinner, one thing led to another, I ran way the next morning knowing that what happened had been a mistake; a few weeks later I found I was pregnant.”

He sat there and nodded, waiting for me to continue, I sighed and smiled a little, “I was so shocked, but I fell in love with her from the moment I knew she existed, and it was the kind of love that is all consuming and comes along with the need to protect her”, I peeked into the covered stroller and smiled at her before turning to see Matthew, “Her dad was dating someone else at the time, but they eventually broke up. I still remember how excited he was when he found out we were having a baby together, we had a few hiccups along the way but I’m glad we were able to work things out for her. We decided not to find out the gender until birth, it was the best decision.”

He gave me a teasing grin, “And between you two? Harry and yourself?”, I smiled and shrugged my shoulders, “We’re taking it one day at a time, but I know that he is the love of my life and hopefully the father of all of my children, and I will do everything in my power to make things work”, he nodded, “And Harry? How is he?”, I took a sip of my tea, “He is good, he is an awesome father and I have also realized that the Harry I fell in love is still there, I’m falling in love with him even more.”

He smiled, “You look happy Birdie”, I sat down for a moment to let his words sink in, “I am. So happy, happier than I thought I would be to be honest”, we ate a little more in silence before I asked him, “And you?”, he cleared his throat, “After we broke up, stayed in Manhattan for a few months, then my boss asked me if I would like to transfer to the London office and after giving it much thought I said yes and the next month I was on the move.”

I nodded encouragingly, hoping he continued to tell me his adventures, “A few months after moving I met Claire”, I could see him smile so big, before he continued, “She’s from Vancouver but her work also relocated her to London. We bonded over being to foreigners with new jobs and trying to understand England and started dating a few months after we met each other, I asked her to marry me a few months ago and she said yes.”

I smiled so big, “Oh Matthew! That’s so wonderful, congratulations!”, he laughed a little, “Thank you Birdie! Yeah, we’re very excited for this nee chapter for us; we will be getting married in Scotland in May, there’s a castle that we fell in love with when we visited and after the wedding we will be moving to Vancouver because we got a new job”, before I could speak up there was a little cry, a mewl from the stroller, so I reached in to pull the baby into my arms and settled her in my arms with a bottle covering her with the blanket.

“Holy crap she looks so much like you”, I smiled, “You think so? I think she’s more Harry’s twin at the moment”, he shrugged his shoulders, “I mean, yeah she looks like her dad, but the resemblance with you is also impressive, I have a feeling you have a mini you in your hands”, I laughed, “I’ll let you know because I swear to god she changes every day”, I then patted her back hoping to help her settle a bit more while she had her lunch.

Matthew smiled at me, “Motherhood suits you well, Birdie”, I smiled and peeked into the blanket to see the lovely eyes I had fallen in love for the last few months, before turning to look at Matthew, “I never in my wildest dreams thought I would love being a mom so much, but she makes everything so wonderful, she has given my life so much color and happiness, I really cannot imagine what my life would be without her here.”

Once we finished lunch and I had burped Pippa, I strapped her in the stroller so she could take her afternoon nap, Matthew paid for lunch and we made our way outside; we stood on the side of the street and we pulled each other into a hug, and once we pulled back, he peeked into the stroller and smiled before turning to look at me.

“You have a beautiful girl Birdie, and I am so happy you are happy”, I smiled, “I am so happy you are happy too Matthew”, we pulled each other into one last hug before he whispered, “Don’t be a stranger, yes? I would love to hear more from you”, I nodded, “You too, you have my phone number and email, so please keep in touch”, he nodded and waved while he walked onto the main street, I turned to see if everything was good in the stroller and started making my way back home.

March 23, 2022

Harry. New York City, New York. 8:00 PM.

I closed the door and dropped my suitcase next to it, I let out a deep breath once I took off my mask and removed my shoes on the way to the kitchen to wash my hands. I was so anxious and excited to finally be able to kiss my girls and have them in my arms once again, it had been too long, and the separation anxiety had done wonders on me.

As I made my way from the kitchen to the bedroom, I saw Y/N exiting our room and closing the door, I pouted before whispering a very sad, “Noo”, she gave me a sympathetic smile while she walked to me, “I’m so sorry baby, I really tried my best to keep her awake, but she was very crabby and tired, literally fell asleep breastfeeding and it was a struggle to get her to finish, I need to pump a little.”

I nodded while pulling Y/N into a hug and kissing her forehead multiple times, “I missed you gorgeous, and thank you for trying, I’m sorry she has been a menace today”, she laughed while pulling back a little and kissed my lips before we started walking to the kitchen, “I missed you too H, so much; and don’t worry, she was fine but I guess we did a lot of things today that tired her out.”

I helped her plate the dinner she had made, and we sat down on the counter, not before making sure that her chair was really close to mine, she smiled when I reached to place a kiss on her temple, she took a bite of dinner and swallowed before asking me, “How did the flight go?”

I groaned while I finished chewing, “It was awful, we were supposed to takeoff at around 4:30-5:00 PM UK time hoping I could get home and see the baby before she went down, but air clearance took about 45 minutes longer than expected so we ended up leaving about six, even Jeff was pissed about it and you know he has a lot of patience and understanding with these type of situations.”

She nodded while taking another bite, “Then the flight was so bumpy and we hit turbulence for the last hour and I was really freaking out because it literally felt like we had no breaks in between, but everything was better when we landed and I saw your text about her still being awake, but I forgot about stupid rush hour in New York.”

She laughed, kissed my temple, and rubbed my shoulders while I finished eating, “I’m sorry lovely, but thankfully you are here now and we will make up for all the cuddles we missed yeah?”, I nodded and smiled while reaching to puller her in for another kiss, “How about we finish dinner and I’ll go have a quick shower while you pump and then we can watch a movie?”, she nodded in agreement while taking another bite.

Once we finished eating, we picked up our plates and I made my way to the bedroom to have my shower, I decided to carefully peek into the bassinet and my heart just about melted, her cheeks had definitely grown, and I knew I would spend an unhealthy amount of time kissing them. After my shower I made sure that she was still sleeping then left the room, once I reached the living room I smiled when I saw Y/N settled on the couch waiting for me, after choosing what movie to watch, I pulled her into my arms so I could cuddle her and give her all the kisses I had missed these last few weeks, and while we were cuddling, I realized, there was no other place I’d rather be.

March 25, 2022

New York City, New York. 6:00 PM.

The music coming from the other side of the door had me smiling and rolling my eyes. Today is my birthday and even though I had begged Harry to keep it on the low and he had assured me he would, I had been getting spoiled all day long, and don’t get me wrong, I love the attention, but truly this year I felt like I had everything I could wish and more, still he argued that I deserved all the love I could get today.

It all had started with a lovely breakfast in bed which included my favorite pastries from the bakery three blocks down alongside a beautiful bouquet of my favorite flowers from my little girl, followed by an array of phone calls and video calls with our family out of town and more arrangements from friends and family with well wishes and lots of love, our house at the moment looked more like a flower shop.

Harry then prepared some light lunch for us and sent me with Ray to an undisclosed location with the instruction to turn my phone off as soon as I arrived at my destination, promising that if anything was to happen he would make sure to reach me, the undisclosed location turned out to be one of my favorite spas in the city, where I learned I had been booked for a full body massage and a facial. Once it finished, I was on my way back home to what I thought would be our normal night routine, but then again, I should have expected for it not to be the case.

The first thing I noticed once I opened the door was the balloons and garlands decorating the pathway to the kitchen and living room; when I turned to see the living room he had set up a picnic on the floor, and placed candles all over the tables, along with more balloons and pictures tied to the end of the balloons, the pictures that went all the way back to when we first met, some of my pregnancy I had either sent him or my friends, to Pippa’s birth and these last few months of being her parents and all the way up to a selfie with Pip I had sent him a few days ago.

The house smelled of lavender and the air felt warm, which was an indication that bath time had probably just ended; when I turned to the kitchen, I smiled at the picture I came across, the baby was settled in her little bouncy seat playing with a little rattle Anne had knitted for her while her father was singing to her, a demo from his new project still to be announced to the world, but the date was fast approaching.

Once he noticed I was standing at the entrance he dropped the spatula he was holding and smiled while making his way to me, “Hey birthday girl! How was your spa session?”, I kissed his chest and cuddled into his hug, “It was divine H, very much needed, thank you again baby”, he pulled back a little and smiled, “I’m so glad you enjoyed it, you deserve it; dinner is almost ready and the little miss is ready for a feed and cuddle with her mumma, so why don’t you go sit on the couch with her while I finish.”

I nodded and started walking to the little bouncer, and as soon as Pippa saw me, she gave me the biggest smile and my heart just about melted, I cooed to her, “Oh hi little miss look at that smile! Yeah, baby I love your smile”, I tickled her chin, “Are you gonna give me a laugh? Will you give mumma a laugh as a birthday gift?”, she just crinkled her eyes and moved her arms around, I took this chance to unbuckle her and made our way to the living room.

As soon as we settled, she latched and started feeding, and I felt a sense of proudness when I saw how chunky she was getting. We were just switching sides when Harry came into the living room carrying two pizzas, he turned and gave me a smile, “Pizza made from scratch for you my love, one has some veggies and the other is a deli meat blend”, he sat down next to me and I squeezed his arm, “Thank you baby, would you mind bringing her little basket? Maybe she can snooze a little while we eat.”

He nodded, stood up and made his way to the nursery where we keep the little travel bassinet, we sued to lay her down for short periods of time, and when he came back, I was just finishing burping Pippa, we sat down in front of the table, and I settled the baby in her bassinet while we ate. Once we were done, I tried to help H clean up, but he refused my help, he went into the kitchen and screamed out, “My love please make sure the baby is in your arms, yes?”

I laughed and reached in for the baby who had just woken up from her nap, I kissed her forehead and settled her on my lap before I screamed, “We’re ready!”, a few seconds later he started singing ‘Happy Birthday’ while making his way back to me with a small cake and a few candles lit, once he set it in front of me he sat down and sat down to finish singing.

I grabbed Pippa’s hands and pretended to clap alongside him, “Make a wish darling”, I closed my eyes and truly thought about my wish, I smiled while I made my wish, I wish for a life full of the bliss and happiness I have been feeling lately, I opened my eyes and blew out the candles, then Harry made his way to sit next to us and took a picture to send to our family.

Once we ate our cake and picked up, we made our way to the bedroom, where we made sure that her diaper was clean before we settled Pip into her bassinet for the night; we then got ready for bed together. Once we made sure all the lights were off and we had everything in place for the night feeds we got into bed, Harry then turned to his nightstand and pulled out a box from the drawer, I gave him a knowing look and he bashfully smiled, “I promise this is the last gift I will give you today”, I kissed his cheek and grabbed the gift, “Thank you baby, but you didn’t have to you know.”

When I opened the box I found a necklace settled, it had a pendant with a P, he spoke up, “I know you love your jewelry, and I thought this could be a beautiful addition to your collection, and it is dainty and discreet just how you love them; and if we have more babies we can add their initials”, I smirked at him, “So you want more babies huh?”, he laughed and nodded while kissing my lips.

He pulled back a little, a very sincere look in his eyes full of love and gratitude, “I want everything with you, for as long as you’ll have me”, I smiled and pulled him in for a kiss, when we pulled back I whispered, “Thank you baby, I love it, and I also want everything with you for as long as you’ll have me”, he smiled, “You are welcome my heart, did you enjoy your day?”, I nodded and smiled, “It was the best birthday I could have wished for.”

April 5, 2022

Harry. Indio, California. 4:00 PM.

I removed my seatbelt and got out of the car before turning to give Jeff a handshake, “Thanks for the ride man”, he smiled, “No problem, say hello to the Missus and Pip for me, and if you guys need anything please call or text yeah?”, I nodded and then turned to thank the driver before closing the door and making my way to the house we had rented for the weekend.

As soon as I opened the front door my heart broke when I heard the cries of Pippa somewhere in the living room, I removed my shoes and mask, went to wash my hands, and started making my way to where I could hear Y/N shushing Pip. When I entered the kitchen and she saw me her lips went into a pout.

We had been in California for four days, and two days after we arrived Pippa had come down with an awful ear infection, which had us visiting the Urgent Care upon the recommendation of Dr. Ramirez and having to give her a round of antibiotics. Because of this, there hasn’t been a lot of sleep for her, Y/N and Pip had been staying in another room so I could rest and be able to fulfill all of my work commitments.

Once I stood up beside her I sighed, “How is she?”, she shook her head a little before kissing Pippa’s forehead, “She was perfect all day but woke up very emotional from her nap, I think her ear is still bothering her; I spoke with Dr. Ramirez, said that this was normal and to keep giving her some ibuprofen, if this persists then maybe we can discuss another round of antibiotics but doesn’t really want that”

I nodded and reached for the baby, “Oh baby, I’m so sorry you feel bad, should we cuddle a little?”, I made my way to the little swing settled on the patio and sat down kissing her forehead and patting her bum, a few seconds later Y/N came to joins us and brought along with her a pitcher of lemonade and some popcorn.

I gave her an appreciative smile before speaking up, “Her fever finally broke?”, she nodded, “We’ve been fever free for about 18 hours finally, I think she’s just a little colicky and overall tired”, I nodded and continued to shush her, and from her pliant body I believe she was falling asleep finally.

After taking a sip of her lemonade she ran a hand down my hair and smiled, “How did rehearsals go?”, I smiled back at her, “They were good, the set is awesome and Shania and I had a good one, she is so excited to meet Pippa”, Y/N nodded and helped me take a sip from my lemonade because the baby had finally fallen asleep in my arms.

Y/N let out a yawn, which had me also yawning, we both laughed quietly before we settled further into the little swing, Y/N then whispered, “Nap?”, I nodded and kissed her forehead, “Baby, can we please sleep in the same room? I miss you so much and you also need to rest”, she pondered for a moment before answering, “I think we can do that, she’s over the worst part and we miss you too.”

I smiled and pecked her lips a few times before we settled into a much needed family nap; when I woke up again Pippa and I were still cuddling on the swing, but we were now covered with a blanket and Y/N was nowhere in sight, I checked the time on my watch to see we had been napping for about an hour and a half, I took a moment to fully see my girl.

She still looked a lot like me, but little by little the resemblance with her mum has come to the surface, especially on the bow of her lips, her long lashes, but also personality wise, like for example how she was now grabbing my shirt to make sure I was there just like her mum did when we slept. This. This was the feeling I always knew I wanted but knew that it was more than I would ever need.

I heard the sliding door open and turned to see my girl coming out with a smile on her face, she sat down next to me and ran a hand down Pip’s back, “So, Jeff and Glenne dropped some dinner for us courtesy of the one and only Shelli Azoff and speedy recovery wishes for the baby”, I moaned a little, “Shelli’s cooking is amazing, I will send her a thank you gift.”

She nodded then pouted while looking at the baby, “I really think we should wake her up, but she looks so comfy and happy”, I smiled, “I believe we should maybe let her rest, it has been quite a few days for her huh?”, Y/N nodded and smiled before she cuddled to me, “Yeah, maybe we should join her in a little snooze?”, I kissed her forehead, “That is an awesome idea my love.”

April 13, 2022

Indio, California. 4:00 PM

After the hectic start to our California adventure, it seemed that things were already starting to settle. Harry’s first Coachella appearance was looking to be one for the books, the show was spectacular, the band was amazing and above all he was thriving and so happy and I am the proudest girlfriend in the whole world.

Today, Harry had some PR commitments related to his album, Jeff and Mitch tagged along, which left Glenne, Sarah, the babies, and me to rest and enjoy the pool in the house we had rented. So far, we had sunbathed, then we prepared and ate lunch, and we laid down the babies for their naps, while we waited for them to wake up, we decided to just sit and relax.

Glenne turned to look at Sarah and me before speaking up, “Hey have you seen the latest challenge on TikTok?”, we both shook our heads, she sat up straighter and cleared her throat, “So… it is called a ‘Pregnancy Roulette’, and basically you take a pregnancy test and then place them all in a box and once the loading time is over you pull them out to see if there is any positive ones.”

Sarah and I sat there in silence, stunned at what she had just told us, and it suddenly dawned on me why she told us, I started shaking my head, “Glenne…”, she sat up straighter, “Hear me out”, Sarah interrupted, “Wait, what am I missing?”, before Glenne could answer we both turned to look at Sarah and I spoke up, “She wants us to do this challenge.”

Sarah turned to look at Glenne, surprise written all over her face, “You’re joking, right?”, Glenne shook her head, “Come on! It will be fun, and do you really think there is a chance it could be positive?”, Sarah and I turned to look at each other, Sarah then spoke up, “I mean, if you agree with this I will say yes”, I sighed before turning to look back at Glenne, “I cannot believe you convinced us to do this Glenne.”

She squealed and then we made our way to the bathroom on the master bedroom. Glenne then went into her bag to look for some pregnancy tests before we each took a turn at the bathroom. After Glenne, Sarah went into the bathroom, then Sarah came out which then had me going into the bathroom.

When I came out, I dropped the test into the box and turned to look at them, “Glenne this is stupid, why did we agree?”, Sarah nodded her head in agreement with me while Glenne laughed at us before speaking up, “Oh come on girls! It was just for fun, Jeff and I are not actively trying, Sarah you also said that, and you Missy just had a baby, so we can assume it will be negative.”

I nodded and we settled back into her couch while we waited for the timer to stop, Sarah let out a sigh before speaking up, “I am really glad we have this time to be just us three; don’t get me wrong, I love the boys and the babies, but I feel like we have lost our friendship a little with everything that happened, it would be perfect if Gemma was here.”

Glenne and I smiled in agreement before the three of us cuddled into a hug and just sat there until we jumped a little once the timer stopped, Glenne stood up first and we followed, she set up her phone to record, then grabbed the box and we each pulled out a test making sure that the results were not on display.

Glenne turned to look at us with an expectant smile, “On the count of three, yes?”, Sarah and I nodded, “One… two… three”, I took a deep breath and turned the test, letting out a relieved breath I didn’t know I was holding, Sarah was the first to speak, “Negative”, I laughed a little, “Negative.”

However, when we turned to see Glenne, her face was very pale and it seemed she was in shock; Sarah cleared her throat, “Glenne? What’s wrong?”, she waved her hand in front of her face and that seemed to do the trick, when she turned to look at us, she was at loss for words and I spoke up, “Glenne what happened?”, she let out a nervous chuckle while turning the test so we could read the result and told us, “Positive.”

My heart fell to my stomach when I realized what she said, my eyes going wide and out of the corner I could see Sarah cover her mouth, Shit. I stood there frozen while Sarah walked to Glenne to see the test, “This has to be a joke, right?”, Glenne shook her shoulders, “I mean, I don’t know? Shit, what should we do?”, before they could panic more, I snapped out of my trance and cleared my throat while stopping the recording.

“Okay, let’s not panic until we have to, okay?”, they both nodded and I took a deep breath, “Glenne, you need to call Lucy and ask her to buy a new box of tests, if any of us go I can only imagine the havoc it will cause”, the three of us chuckled, “In the meantime the babies will be waking up very soon, so we need to feed them and entertain them until Lucy brings the tests.”

As if they could hear us, there were two distinct cries from the guest rooms at the end of the house, both Sarah and I made our way to the babies while Glenne called Lucy. After settling the babies, we made our way to the garden where I fed Pip while Sarah fed baby boy and we played with them.

Pippa was laying on her back and we were playing with some of the toys we had brought from home, her smiles had been getting bigger day by day, Sarah reached to gran one of her fingers while holding her baby with her other arm and turned to see me, “Has she started laughing?”

I shook my head while pulling another funny face, “No, we think it will be soon, but she is making us sweat for it”, we laughed a little and turned to the house when we heard the back door open, Glenne was making her way towards us with a bag from CVS in her hands, “So, shall we try this again? asked for two boxes so we each can take two tests.”

Sarah and I nodded, and we grabbed the babies and made our way to the master again; we had agreed that this time we would take the tests and then wait until results came back before the next of us took her tests. Glenne was the first one, and once she finished doing her business, she left the tests to load and sat down on the bed with us, once the timer went off, she walked to the bathroom and retrieved them.

She sighed, “Negative”, Sarah and I let out a little breath of relief but anxiousness at the same time; Sarah then went into the bathroom and repeated the same steps as Glenne and when she came back out of the bathroom she gave me an apprehensive look, “Negative”, Glenne squeezed my hand, and I took a deep breath before nodding and making my way to the bathroom.

My heart was beating out of my chest while I was taking both tests, and once I was done, I decided to wait inside the bathroom until they were done loading; so many questions were tormenting me: how would we do this? Are we ready for another baby? How would Pip react? Yet the only thing I knew for sure was that if the test turned out to be positive, we would love this baby more than anything.

The timer went off and I took a deep breath and closed my eyes, I grabbed the tests and counted to three before opening my eyes, and just as they focused again, I stared at the screens in front of me. A single line in both. Negative. I let out a chuckle and unlocked the bathroom.

Sarah and Glenne turned to look at me as soon as the door opened, I smiled at them and said, “Negative”, the three of us let out a breath we did not know we were holding and then high-fived each other. We made sure to collect all the trash so that we did not raise any suspicions and we made our way downstairs to wait for the men to arrive.

After discarding everything, we settled in the living room, Sarah was the first to speak, “This is the last time we will go through with one of your stupid ideas and challenges Glenne”, I nodded in agreement and she chuckled, “I do admit it was stupid, I’m sorry I put you guys through this.”

I shook my head, “It’s okay, I mean it wasn’t the ideal situation, but we solved it”, Sarah then asked, “Why on Earth did we get a positive?”, I sighed, “Probably it was a default test, they happen sometimes”, Glenne scoffed, “Well, how lucky we are to get the faulty one eh?”, we nodded and laughed.

A few moments later the door unlocked, and the boys let us know they had returned, we let them know we were sitting in the living room and after dropping the dinner they bought in the dining room, they made their way to us. As soon as Pippa saw her dad, she gave him the biggest smile and he pulled her into his arms and started kissing her cheeks, and for a split moment a feeling of sadness filled my heart and I found myself wishing that the test came back positive.

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malex-crack · 2 years

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Little story that goes along with my Lost Original fic

Michael finds out Alex is a werewolf the redo version since I'm redoing the lost originals

Michael smiled as he pulled into Alex's driveway. Just the thought of the man inside made the tension wash away from his shoulders.

He hasn't seen Alex in two days, it's odd. They haven't been apart for so long since getting back together. They've pretty much been living out of each other's pockets, switching from his airstream to the house for the past month.

But two days ago when he was coming home from work Alex texted him, asking him for a few days. It startled him at the sudden request for distance. He sent back a quick sure and question mark. Anxiety had filled him immediately, doubt settling in asking himself if things were already falling apart like he feared. He had quickly gotten a response as if Alex read his mind ( sometimes he thinks Alex can). Alex's response made his mind ease some but not all. Everything was fine, he just needs a few days and he'll explain soon.

Guess that day is today. He'd been working on Dr. Lynns truck when he finally heard from Alex again. A simple message asking him to come over for dinner after work. Quickly responding and finishing up the truck, he made his way over right after a shower.

His phone dinged, pulling him out of his thoughts, Michael was fully prepared to tell Isobel not now when he saw it from Alex asking if he's coming in. Michael smiled, shaking his head fondly. Of course Alex knew when he was here.

Michael entered the house, immediately hearing Alex hum to some record playing. A smile played on his lips as he made his way to the kitchen. Seeing Alex now in person finally caused him to take a deep breath. Breathing in fresh air. Feeling happier and at peace more than ever.

Alex smiled softly, turning to him, "hey" walking towards him, wrapping his arms around him tightly.

Michael held him tight, burying his face into Alex's hair, taking in his natural comforting smell. He could feel how tired and tense Alex's body is.

Alex was holding onto him tightly, like any minute he could disappear from him. He was scared, Michael could tell.

Michael pulled back, looking into Alex's eyes. He could see the exhaustion, fear, hesitation.

" Baby what's wrong?" He held Alex's face in his hands while asking, worry taking over. What the hell is going on? Is he going to lose Alex somehow? He just got him back. " Alex please, you're worrying me."

Alex stared his chest for a moment, before meeting his eyes. He shook his head dismissively, kissing him hard. "Let's eat first, then we can talk"

Alex tried walking back to the stove but Michael stepped in front of him, stopping him. "No Alex, seriously. I'm worried, I wanna know what's going on. Why did you disappear for two days?"

Michael insisted, holding onto him worriedly, "Alex please."

Alex sighed tiredly, silent for a moment before grabbing onto Michael's sleeve tightly, like he's going to slip away, " I'm…. I'm scared…..I have something I need to tell you but I'm scared it'll drive you away "

Michael was already shaking his head, think of a million ways to prove Alex wrong "baby nothing. And I mean nothing will ever drive me away"

Alex's face was filled with doubt, his eyes shut, brows furrowed.

Michael held his face " Alex I have already been away from you way too much and for way too long. Nothing is taking you away from me again"

Alex took a deep breath, taking in his words. " Promise?" He exhaled shakingly.

" I promise," Michael said without hesitation.

Alex nodded softly, trying to calm his nerves. Alex grabbed a hold of his hands leading him to the living room and sat them on the couch. Alex took a minute looking everywhere but Michael.

Michael patiently watched him, holding his hand in his lap, rubbing circles with his thumb.

Alex looked at the window then looked to Michael searching for something.

" Alex, it's okay. You can tell me." Michael reassured him.

Alex nodded quietly. He was silent for a little longer, like he was searching for the right to say it.

Alex turned to him, holding his hand tight " what do you believe about the supernatural?"

Michael blinked, completely taken back by the question. All he could do is shake his head in confusion.

Alex sighed exhausted " like vampires, witches….. werewolves"

Alex watched him closely.

"What?"

Michael blinked again, opening and closing his mouth trying to find the words and understand why Alex is asking this all of a sudden.

" Alex… what… What are you talking about? Why are you asking this?"

Alex closed his eyes, huffing, struggling with getting out what he's trying to say.

Everything was silent again, Michael running Alex's question over his head, trying to figure out why Alex is even asking that. And Alex was contemplating how to tell him what's going on.

After a few moments Michael couldn't take the silence anymore, " Alex what is going-"

" I'm a werewolf, " Alex interrupted suddenly, just letting it out.

Everything went still, and silent again, only hearing their breathing.

Michael stared silently, trying to process what Alex just told him. Werewolf? Was that a joke or something. Something to lighten the tension. Werewolves don't exist. Maybe you can say the same about aliens but aliens just make sense in a way but this. This is a joke….right?

" Alex…." Michael shook his head confused " what do you mean you're a werewolf… that's not real."

Alex sighed, fidgeting " I know logically it's not but….. god I don't know how to explain it. I just…. I just am"

Michael watched him, his mind still blank, not knowing what to say or how to react. Is this how Alex felt when he found out about him? Looking into Alex's eyes he knows he's not pulling some prank, Alex isn't like that.

Michael took a deep breath, letting it sink in, " you're serious about this" . It wasn't a question, it was a statement.

Alex nodded, " you believe me?"

Michael thought about it for a moment, did he? Of course he did. It's Alex. He'd believe anything from Alex.

" Yes I do" Michael held his hand tight reassuring him. Alex let out a relieved huff, smiling faintly.

Michael thought about it for a moment, two days ago there was a full moon. If Alex is telling the truth and if the facts on werewolves were true then, was that what was going on.

" Alex, the other day did you ask for space because of-"

" Yes… it is" Alex interrupted clearly knowing where his question was leading, " every full moon I turn, and the day after I recover"

Michael tried to imagine what Alex would look like as a werewolf. Would he just be covered in fur, claws with yellow eyes. Or like twilight like a giant wolf that is as big as a person's height.

Michael cracked a smile at that. Alex's brows furrowed " what?"

" So what, are you like a giant dog… like from twilight?" Michael asked, unable to hide his laugh.

Alex laughed out loud, shaking his head no, tension and fear washing away. Michael smiled at Alex laughing, he could literally listen to it forever. And he plans too.

Alex laughed, catching his breath " no baby. No" Alex smiled fondly at him like he's his whole world. " It's just like a regular wolf."

Michael nodded understanding, he was curious, and suspicious.

Alex held Michael's hand tighter, more confidently than before now that he knows everything will be okay.

Michael smiled, switching their hands so he could wrap his arm around Alex.

Alex cuddled into him, humming happily.

" So how did this happen… and when" he couldn't help but ask.

He felt Alex tense against him. Michael silently cursed himself for causing Alex's peace to fade again.

" Alex, I'm sorry. I shouldn't hav-"

"No, it's okay" Alex interrupted quietly, he was silent for a moment chewing his lip. Alex turned to Michael " it happened when I killed that guy in Iraq. It trigger the curse"

"Curse?" Michael asked, confused. Alex is cursed, what the hell does that mean?

Alex nodded " yeah, curse. I learned that it's a bloodline curse. Meaning on one side of my family they have the werewolf curse. It's not triggered until you take a life. I figured out it comes from my mom's side"

Michael listened, taking it in, "so does that mean your brothers have this too? Have they triggered it?"

Alex nodded " yea they do. I think they have, they refuse to talk about it."

" How did you learn this stuff though? If not through them, then who?"

" I met a wolfpack during my time away this past year," Alex said " this uh.. guy, Hollis"

Michael raised a brow at the thought of Alex meeting another guy, he definitely shouldn't feel jealous but he couldn't help it. Alex laughed at his face " not like that, he's in his 50s. He was more of a…..father figure."

Alex smiled fondly at the thought. Michael nodded, letting the jealousy go. But his heartwarmed at the thought of Alex having a father figure that helped him through this.

" Him and his pack helped and taught me everything." Alex continued explaining fondly, " I had learned a lot of stuff that is out there. A lot more than just alien conspiracy theories."

Michael brows furrowed at that. It sounded scary the way Alex said it. "Like what?"

Alex sigh hesitantly " like vampires and witches are also real. They're both ruthless and go back centuries, so do werewolves. There are actually vampires that everyone refers to as the originals. They are the first of the vampire species, their old, and dangerous apparently. Hollis warned me about them, to never ever get on their bad side and stay far away from them." Alex leaned against him, huffing a laugh, " Honestly after hearing everything about this whole other supernatural side I just wanted to get back to here. Our alien problems are a lot easier to handle than vampires and witches and all that."

Michael held him thinking this all through. To think there's more out there than aliens is weird. He feels like for the first time in his life he's on the other side of things. Learning the mysteries of the world rather than being the mystery.

He knows few things from learning this, nothing is tearing him away from Alex. If his alien secret didn't, he sure as hell was not going to let the love of his life being a werewolf do it. Michael smiled at the thought of how Alex loved him either way, stayed by his side. Now he's doing the same.

Another thing is their staying away from all this supernatural stuff. Dealing with this alien business is dangerous and annoying enough but they don't need witches and vampires involved now too. They'll stay in their small tourist trap town, in their home. And down the line they'll get married and start their dad band.

Michael leaned down kissing the top of Alex's head, who was now curled up against him humming happily.

When Michael huffed a laugh at a thought Alex leaned up looking at him, his eyes full of wonder, " what?"

Michael smirked, running his fingers along Alex's back, " so….when an alien and a werewolf fall in love-"

Alex busted out laughing, interrupting his antics. Michael smiled big, placing a kiss on Alex's forehead.

#malex #roswell new mexico #alex manes #michael guerin #malex fic #feliciafics #the lost original

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toko-writing-imagines · 2 years

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I have been informed by my mom that my dr decadence game will come on the 9th (most likely)

that is two weeks on a thursday

I waited months (I pre-ordered the standard one) and now I gotta wait two weeks

you bet ima play the crap out of it

~ Mod Toko 💜

#mod toko 💜#-> please i just wanna play dr on my switch #why must the game technically come out on the 3rd but shipping takes a bit whyyyyyyyyy

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gubler-me-up · 3 years

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The Cure

Request: Not sure if you are taking requests but I’d love to see a one shot of that scene where Reid is getting washed down bc of anthrax and he asks the reader “I’m about to get naked, do you really wanna see that?” And the reader is like yeah and leads to some sexy times later lmaooo

A/N: Thank you for the request, anon! While I was writing this I was like how do I turn this moment into something sexy??? but I think I figured it out so I hope it makes for a good smutty read!! Enjoy!

Couple: Spencer Reid/Fem!reader

Category: Smut

Content warning: Unprotected sex, penetrative sex, fingering, creampie, swearing, mentions of anthrax

Word count: 2.7k

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“Go help Hotch,” Spencer insisted.

“Hotch has plenty of people helping him,” you assured.

The biohazard team was hosing him down with water to eliminate any traces of anthrax possibly lingering on his body. You felt bad you had let him wander off by himself even though he continuously insisted it was his fault. You wanted to stay by his side until he was taken to the hospital. You wanted to make sure he was okay throughout the whole process.

“He needs you more than I do,” he said.

You shook your head in protest. “Spence, I’m going to see you off to the hospital.”

“I’m about to get naked so they can scrub me down. Is that something you really wanna see?” He asked.

Without thinking you answered. “Yes.”

You quickly pressed your lips together as you realized what you had said. He looked at you in shock and you could feel the embarrassment tingling in your gut. The biohazard team looked on as if nothing had occurred but you could tell they heard you just by the brief looks they gave you. They seemed intrigued by what would be the next words to leave either of your mouths.

“Uh, maybe I will go see if Hotch needs help,” you said as you turned around.

“Y/N,” you heard him call.

You immediately turned around. You thought you turned around too eagerly because he looked thrown off by how quickly you switched your attention back to him. Or maybe he was still thrown off by your response to him. Either way you stood there waiting for him to say another word.

“I wa-”

“Dr. Reid, did you cut your hand?” Dr. Kimura asked.

Spencer looked at his left hand and you could see the instant look of panic wash over his face. You felt your heart drop as you saw how scared he looked and you were deeply scared for him. You both had thought he was in the clear for about an hour at that point which scared you even more. While they were hosing him down the anthrax had been going into his bloodstream.

He then let out a raspy cough. The panic started to come over you and you went right up to the glass that separated the both of you. He looked up at you and tried to tell you something but he was interrupted by a series of raspy coughs.

“He needs to get to the hospital now,” Dr. Kimura said.

“Spence, you’re going to be okay. Please tell him he’s going to be okay,” you begged.

“He’ll be okay once we get him to a hospital,” she reassured you.

She grabbed him by the arm and escorted him out of the room. The other biohazard team members rushed to the ambulance in the driveway. You ran out the door to meet them in the driveway. They took out the gurney and helped Spencer onto it.

You looked on in horror as he had trouble catching his breath. You didn’t even think your steps through as you walked towards the ambulance. As they put him in you were ready to climb in along with him. Dr. Kimura had to stop you immediately.

“Agent, you can’t be in the ambulance,” she said.

“But I have to make sure he’s okay,” you said.

“I know you do but I don’t want you to be put at risk. Meet us at the hospital to find out any further details about his health,” she said.

Before you could protest any further she hopped into the ambulance and closed the doors. You heard the sirens blare as they rushed out of the driveway towards the hospital. You ran towards the SUV and hopped into the driver’s side to get ready to follow them.

You took out your phone and called Hotch before you followed them. You impatiently waited for him to answer. You wanted to be by Spencer’s side as soon as possible so he had someone by his side to make sure he was okay. As soon as Hotch answered you frantically babbled everything you had to say to him.

“Hotch, Reid’s going to the hospital because the anthrax is probably in his bloodstream, so I’m going there right now to make sure he’s going to be okay,” you said.

“Y/L/N, how did that even happen? I thought they were going to hose him off,” he said.

“Hotch, I’ll fill you in later but I have to go. Bye,” you said and hung up on him.

You knew Hotch would call you out for your irrational need to panic but you didn’t care. You had to make sure Spencer had some sort of support. He had been through so much by himself and you couldn’t let him go through another downfall in his life alone. You put on your sirens and pulled out of the driveway before rushing to the hospital.

It had been an agonizing three hours of waiting for Spencer to wake up. Lucky for him he found the cure before he was rushed to the hospital. When he did wake up you made sure he was the first person he saw. It would have been you and Morgan but he went to go get an extra jello for Spencer for when he woke up. You and Morgan had eaten both of the jello’s in his room because you both got hungry as you waited for him to open his eyes.

You were over the moon when he had woken up. You couldn’t contain your excitement and went in for a hug immediately. You made sure it wasn’t too tight but close enough so he could feel the warmth you had to give to him. He wrapped his arms around you to hold you tight to him.

He couldn’t thank you enough for being by his side the whole three hours he was asleep. You assured him you would have waited longer if need be. The need did arise when Dr. Kimura informed him she wanted to keep him overnight to make sure he was fully stabilized. You told him you would stay with him as long as possible before the hospital had to send guests home for the night.

You were walking back to his hospital room with a paper bag full of fresh fries from the mom and pop diner from across the street. Spencer said he wished he had some fries to balance out his plain Jane hospital ham and cheese sandwich. You took it upon yourself to get it for him. It was the least you could do for him after everything he had been through in the day.

You knocked on his hospital room door before entering. He was reading a sports magazine Morgan had left behind in his room. From the look of confusion and dissatisfaction on his face you didn’t think he liked it very much. He looked up at you and instantly smiled as he tossed the magazine onto the side table.

“Hey, I got those fries you wanted,” you said.

“Aw, Y/N, you really didn’t have to,” he said.

“Spence, this isn’t the time for you to be overly considerate about my time or money. You almost died today,” you said as you closed the door behind you.

“That’s no excuse to splurge on me,” he said.

You chuckled as you rolled your eyes. “You’re impossible sometimes. If you don’t want them I’ll gladly eat them for you.”

“I didn’t say I didn’t want them, I just said you didn’t have to but since they’re here I’ll eat them,” he said.

You laughed as you walked up to his hospital bed. You sat on the edge and handed over the bag. He smiled as he gladly took the bag from you.

“Thank you for everything, Y/N. I really appreciate you,” he said.

“No problem. Anytime,” you said.

“Can I ask you for one last favour?” He asked.

“Of course,” you said.

“Can you pull the curtains? I don’t feel comfortable with people watching me eat through the windows,” he said.

You got up and walked over to the big curtain to pull it across to block out anyone from looking in. The only light pouring in now was from the little gap of space at the top. You looked over at him with a smile but soon noticed he had put the bag of fries on the side table.

“Aren’t you hungry?” You asked.

“I’m actually curious about what you had said earlier,” he said.

You raised an eyebrow in question to what he meant but you already knew what he was asking about. You walked back over to him and sat on the edge of his hospital bed. You knew he could see through your disguise of playing dumb. You sighed and decided to come clean instead of trying to lie to a profiler.

“I wouldn’t mind seeing you naked. I know it was totally inappropriate and unprofessional and I’m sorry,” you rambled.

“Don’t be sorry,” he said.

“What do you mean?” You asked.

“Because I wanted you to stay,” he admitted.

It took a second for you to comprehend what he said. Your eyes widened as you took in his desire for you to be there as he got naked. You didn’t have any words to say to that. On the inside you were screaming at a high pitch that only dogs could hear but nothing left your mouth. You could see Spencer’s open expression soon fade into a worried one.

“Uh, sorry. Maybe you didn’t mean-”

You leaned in and kissed him briefly on the lips to prevent him from continuing his sentence. When you leaned up from him you could see a thrill spark in his eyes. You softly giggled as you felt adrenaline come over you.

“I think you’re really special, Spence and for months now I’ve had you on my mind,” you confessed.

“So have I. Eight months, twelve days and eight hours to be exact,” he said.

You chuckled. “I’m glad we’re on the same basis. If my profiler skills are on point you didn’t want me to close the blinds so you could eat.”

He smirked. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

You chuckled as you crawled onto the bed and swung your leg over him so you could straddle him. You leaned closer to him so you were right in front of his face. He couldn’t hide his true intentions from you now. He couldn’t help but laugh as you caught him red-handed.

“How about we stop talking and start doing?” You asked before planting a heavy kiss on him.

He latched his hands onto your hips. He lowered your body down so your pelvis could touch his. You could feel how hard he was through his hospital gown. You slowly grinded on his hard bulge to get him even harder. He moaned through the kiss and you loved hearing him being unable to even form a proper word to express how you made him feel.

He slid his hands down to the bottom of your skirt and moved his hands up to pull it up. He managed to slip his fingers underneath you and slowly stroked the cloth of your underwear. You started to moan yourself and you wanted more of what he was doing to you. You moved your underwear out of his way so he could get to stroke you properly.

He didn’t hesitate to run his fingers up and down your folds. He made sure not to forget to pay your clit a visit here and there. You moaned in pleasure as you let him feel you for the first time. You unbuttoned the first four buttons of your blouse because you were getting hot. Spencer had no problem with you revealing more of yourself to him. In fact he looked ecstatic to see you loosen up even more.

He then inserted two fingers into you. You nearly lost your mind as he pumped his fingers in and out of you. He looked you in your eyes as he did. He had a small smirk on his face in response to how you could barely contain yourself anymore. He leaned forward to trap you in another lengthy kiss. From your lips he kissed along the side of your face until he reached your ear.

“I’ve been waiting for a long time to know how you feel,” he whispered.

“I hope it’s everything you’ve ever desired,” you moaned.

“It’s more than I could ever desire,” he whispered.

His words alone could send you over the edge. You pulled back the sheets from under you and proceeded to lift his hospital gown. You gently took his fingers out of you as it was time for you to show him how good you could feel.

You grabbed his dick from underneath you to hold it in place. You gently slid down onto it and you both let out a moan in unison. You grabbed onto his shoulders for support as you gently rode him. You would go faster but you thought he had already been through a wild ride during the day.

The way he grabbed your hips to motion you to go faster indicated to you his heart could take it. You obliged and quickened your pace as you continued to let out countless moans. You looked in his eyes as you rode him and you could see how lost in lust he looked.

“How do I feel now?” You asked.

“Amazing,” he said.

You smiled and leaned down to kiss him again. You couldn’t get over how amazing his kisses were. You didn’t know if you liked his kisses more or his dick. He was definitely the whole package all around and you couldn’t get off the high he made you feel.

You continued to ride him for a few minutes and it was becoming harder and harder for both of you to contain your moans. You then felt him grab your hips to hold them still. You were confused until he started to buck his hips up into you. You accidentally moaned louder than expected so he hushed you as he continued to buck his hips.

“I’m about-”

“Just fucking cum in me.”

“You su-”

“Yes, just do it.”

He grunted as he came in you. You moaned out a sigh and eased up off of his dick. You two were heavily breathing but catching your breaths didn’t stop you from kissing each other. You could have kissed him for hours on end but a knock on the door scared you so deeply you jumped off of him. You fixed your skirt and buttoned your blouse as quickly as possible as Spencer pulled down his nightgown before covering himself with his sheet.

“Come in,” he said.

A security guard came in. He looked at the both of you and for a second you were nervous he knew what you two did. You didn’t exactly care if you two were caught by him but it didn’t make a good first-time story to remember. You immediately grabbed your bag because you came back down to reality and realized what he was going to say.

“Visitation hours are up, miss,” he said.

“I know, I’m leaving now,” you said.

He nodded and left, closing the door behind him. You looked over at Spencer and the both of you laughed. You leaned in and gave him one last kiss.

“I’ll be back tomorrow morning to pick you up,” you said.

“Thank you. I can’t wait to see you tomorrow,” he said.

You smiled. “Me either. See you tomorrow.”

You turned around to walk towards the door. You couldn’t stop smiling to yourself as you thought about the possibilities of tomorrow and the future with Spencer held. Before you turned the doorknob to leave, you heard him call you.

“Y/N,” he said.

You turned your head. “Yes?”

“I can’t let you leave without asking you on a date. Would you like to go on a date next week?” He asked.

You giggled. Even though the two of you just had sex in his hospital bed, he still had to be a gentleman about the whole thing. He was definitely the best guy you had ever known. You nodded in excitement.

“I would love to, Spence,” you replied.

He smiled. “Awesome. I can’t wait. Goodnight, Y/N.”

“Goodnight, Spence."

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ladylobotomyy · 3 years

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Panic - To Hell and Back

Hi so a lot of people liked this series, thank you for the support, it really makes me smile. Sorry that I was gone for so long, had a bit of a break, hope ya'll still wanna read this. If you have any suggestions/requests or want me to write a specific idea then feel free to ask, my dms and asks are open, but for now here’s part 8! PLEASE give me some suggestions of what you want to see! This series spans across the ending of season 4 if it wasn’t already clear enough.

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The burn in Y/n’s eyes increased as she stumbled to the counter, leaning against it to pull a shoe on. Spencer stood, bright and cheery, pulling a pot of coffee out from its dispenser. “Coffee?” He asked, pouring the pot into a cup. Y/n was not a morning person, so the sight of Spencer so perky so early made a scowl spread across her face. “How are you so awake right now?” She asked, squinting through one eye at the bright lights in the kitchen.

Spencer took in her sleep deprived state, a soft smile playing on the corner of his lips, “I didn’t sleep.” Y/n’s scowl turned into a grimace, “Why not?”

Flashes of chess from last night shot through Spencer’s mind. He’d been too happy to go to sleep after Y/n had nodded off on the couch. He couldn’t force himself into slumber as he settled onto the recliner with his book, he’d covered her up with a quilt he’d found from the hall closet, careful not to disturb her. His eyes hadn’t become tired as he listened to the soft breathing of Y/n from across the room. He’d been so content with the way things were that even in the early morning when his eyes had threatened to fall, he’d refused to lay down out of fear that this would all disappear if he laid his head to a pillow.

So here he stood in her kitchen, watching as Y/n swayed to the side, trying to keep her balance, warmth spreading through his chest. “Couldn’t risk this all being a dream,” he mumbled, his eyes falling to the floor. This made Y/n’s mood a little less bitter as she walked to the front door, grabbing her coat off the rack as Spencer opened the door for her, handing her a cup of coffee. His smile widened when she tossed her keys at him, “Alright then Sandman, you’re driving.”

The car had just come to a stop at a red light when Spencer shook Y/n awake softly. “We’re almost there,” he said as she rubbed her eyes. “Do you want me to drive in and hope nobody sees us, or do you want to switch seats and drop me off?” He asked, his eyes darting to the light. “No, no. We can just drive in,” Y/n answered, sitting up and taking a look around her. They were at the intersection just before the location JJ had texted them, JJ had called them in at 6 on this Saturday morning with an emergency case. Nevermind the fact that they’d just finished a case a couple hours prior, but sadly, serial killers didn’t wait for the BAU members to get their beauty rest.

They’d had a conversation last night about wanting to keep their relationship private, not wanting to disclose it to HR, or the team, just yet. But since they’d been called in so early, both were unfortunately coming in the same car, which already looked suspicious enough. But thankfully none of the team members had noticed, that was until Morgan asked Spencer why he’d been in the same shirt he had on yesterday. Heat rose in Y/n’s cheeks as she continued to look around the tiny home, calming down a little when Spencer gave a vague explanation, “Passed out when I got home, didn’t have time to change.”

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Dr. Barton’s house was big and spacious. They’d been informed that a threat had been made to hurt his son, and after multiple deaths had come up under the unsub’s alias, they’d decided the threat was real, and who better to protect Mr. Barton than the BAU. Shortly into their stay they’d discovered that Dr. Barton’s son took it upon himself to go to school anyways and while Morgan and JJ headed outside to deal with a panicked father, Spencer took a seat in the living room.

She’d been eyeing the same photo set on Barton’s desk for nearly two minutes, trying to make her mind work properly despite being alone with him, before Spencer cleared his throat. Turning slowly on her heel, she brought her eyes to him. “I-” She’d started, but before the next word escaped her mouth, the phone ringing in Spencer’s pocket grabbed both of their attention. This hadn’t phased Spencer in the slightest as he still looked to her, waiting. “You should probably answer that,” She motioned to the sound, crossing the room. He mouthed an, “oh,” before digging the phone out, answering a cheerful Garcia.

Garcia had been awaiting a call in need of her services, deciding to call the boy wonder instead in search of a task to occupy herself. Taking a seat next to Spencer, Y/n had noticed when he leaned in to allow her to hear the conversation as well. Space between her and Spencer had never been a problem before, let alone a lack thereof. But she found herself struggling to listen to Penelope’s words about wading through hundreds of surgeries performed by Dr. Barton with the heat of Spencer’s body so close. “Can you get the full medical charts?” Spencer asked, sneaking a glance at Y/n’s face. Her eyebrows were pulled together in frustration as she bit the inside of her cheek. A deep blush was settled behind her cheeks, spreading to her forehead as she fiddled with her fingertips. Her gaze settled on his lips as he called Garcia’s name one last time. “Has Hotch checked in with you?” He asked, the brief moment of hesitation on the other line gave Y/n enough time to meet his eyes, confusion evident in her expression.

“He’s not with you?” The other line said, Reid shook his head, “He’s probably on his way, thanks for everything, bye.” He ended the call as Y/n turned to him, “Hotch late? That’s unheard of.”

“You didn’t notice?” Spencer asked. As a profiler Y/n was very observant, the idea of her completely missing the absence of their unit chief didn’t sound likely. “I’m having trouble focusing today,” she mumbled, fighting the urge to lace a hand through his. She was grateful that she hadn’t when Prentiss and Dr. Barton strode through the entryway.

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Through the next couple of hours, they’d come to build a profile of a white male in his late 40’s-50’s. Most likely a father who’d had their child operated on by Dr. Barton, a child who hadn’t survived. The victims so far had been Hispanic males, this was probably a substitute for someone else. With hundreds of medical files left to comb over, Emily had suggested going to find Hotch. Barton had been unsettled by the idea of losing another team member with Morgan and JJ at his son’s school on a protection detail. But Emily had promised him their unit chief would have new eyes to offer.

Nearly an hour after Emily had left, Spencer’s phone rang, with Barton getting more irritated with the idea of Spencer taking a call at a time like this, Y/n had taken a hint and led the man outside to discuss the case more. When they’d returned, Spencer had ended the call and was combing again through case files. Spencer seemed off when he asked more questions fitting the case’s criteria, but Y/n decided that asking any questions would set off Barton at the moment. Within the space of half hour, they’d narrowed the medical files to review down to 11. “That’s where we need to start then,” Spencer started, “This whole thing is about choice, he’s forcing you to play God with your son, because the last time you had a choice your decision devastated him.”

With an increasingly panicked father, Y/n had taken on the role of comforting him as Spencer read through the remaining case files. She knew she couldn't read as fast as Reid, and with him reading the case files aloud, there’d been no need for her to do the same anyways. She needed to keep Dr. Barton calm, he was of no use to the team if he was running circles through his own mind. So she worked to keep him present, drawing his attention away from the clock every time his frantic eyes flashed to it. She could see the signs before he broke down so she made it a habit to force him to make eye contact with her when his hands started to shake again. She needed to keep him level, grounded.

Their work had clearly paid off, they'd realized, when Spencer handed the doctor a chart, suggesting that some Unsubs mirror the words of situations unconsciously. A blank look smoothed the creases on his forehead, his eyes locked onto something far away, “You remember something?” Spencer asked.

“I don't know, it-” Dr. Barton hesitated again, “it was right after New years, there was a car accident.” He took another breath, “One of the victims was Hispanic.”

Y/n and Spencer’s hands combed through the pile instinctively, taking note of a sheet particularly close to Spencer, she pointed. “January 3rd.” Reid reached over to grab the file, “There’s a 2 car collision,” he breathed out, “You operated on a Hector Ledezma.” Spencer shook his head, “That was your only surgery that night.”

“That doesn’t fit the profile,” Y/n noticed Dr. Barton’s eyebrows raise. “That’s because I didn’t operate on the boy,” He said, eyes low to the ground.

Jason Meyers had arrived at the hospital brain dead, there was nothing more the staff could do. Jason had remained on life support until 3 days ago, therein lying the unsubs trigger. A photo of Patrick Meyers was sent to Dr. Barton’s son’s school immediately. A SWAT team had arrived at the school to ensure his son’s safety, and since Barton had been told not to deviate from his normal schedule, he’d pulled his jacket on and headed for the door. “I’ll come with you,” Spencer had called to him.

“I’ll go grab my keys, I’ll follow behind you,” she suggested, Reid nodded as his phone rang once more. Y/n had just fished her keys out of the bottom of her purse in the kitchen when a pop rang through her ears. The sound of a gun shot echoed as the keys slipped from her hands. Making her way to the front of the house, shaky hands found her gun holster when she’d looked through the blinds in the living room onto the front porch. Her entire body froze at the sight of Dr. Barton’s body on the ground, at the end of the driveway, stood Patrick Meyers, a gun in his hand. And lying next to Dr. Barton’s body on the grass was Spencer, blood falling into his hands.

okay that’s part 8, and as always, i hope it didn’t disappoint. and if it did then, as always, that’s chill too. i tagged everyone who wanted to see more parts. thank yall so much for the kind words!! and again if you have any suggestions or recommendations just ask, and if you want to be tagged in any upcoming fics, let me know! And if you want me to stop tagging you then let me know that too lol. And again, please give me some recs, whether you want an imagine, a blurb, whatever. ps, sorry i was gone for over a month lol. have a beautiful day loves :)

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nagito-kissmaeda · 3 years

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Stay For a While - Komaeda x Reader

Summary: You've been sitting across from this guy in the library every thursday for months now. You really should just tell him you love him and get it over with.

AKA: You spend the night at Nagito's house after your late lecture. and things get..........steamy

Word count: 8709 Contains: fem reader, no pronouns usage, explict sexual content Read on AO3

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You have feelings for the guy who sits across from you in the library. There is a three hour gap between your afternoon lecture and your evening tute, but you live too far away to go home and rest, so you usually grab a quick dinner and then park yourself at the small desk by the window for an hour or two. He is always already there. It’s embarrassing how your heart does a little flip every time to round the bookshelf and see him pouring over assignments, secretly you worry that one day he won't be there anymore. You don’t know what you’ll do with yourself if that happens.

Today he has a book open next to him, he's jotting down quotes in a notepad. His pale hand is stained with black ink from his ballpoint pen, and you are mesmerised by the subtle movement in his knuckles. The setting sun is cascading in through the window, and it catches in his unruly white hair, making it glow orange. He has it up in a messy bun today, it’s really cute. Luckily he’s too engrossed in his work to notice you looking at him, you try to be subtle, you really do. Browsing your phone and only occasionally flitting your eyes up to look at him, you don't even know his name.

His brow furrows and he crosses out his last note, tapping the end of his pen against his lips. They’re very full lips. You swallow and avert your eyes, turning back to your phone and mindlessly scrolling through instagram. Friends have told you to just ask the guy out for coffee or something, but you didn't know how to even start broaching that subject, Hey guy. Wanna grab a drink? Maybe tell me your name sometime? You frown, your leg bouncing restlessly under the table. You’ve been sitting across from this guy for three months now, every thursday, the fact that you haven't even bothered trying to talk to him is just proof of your own incompetence-

“Hey.” A voice says. Soft and calm. You brain stutters when you realise it was him .

“Oh...uh…” you’re picking off the nail polish on your left hand, a bad nervous habit, “Hello…”

“I bought a soda from the vending machine this morning, but it dispensed five…” a can clinks down on the desk in front of you, you’re too busy staring at the way his long fingers grip the top of it, “do you want one?”

You don't really like Dr Hopper, but he doesn't need to know that, “Sure. Thank you.”

He gives you a polite smile and cracks his can open, taking a long sip. His Adam's apple bobs in his throat, you have to actually tear your eyes away from him. Your knee is bouncing faster. The pull tab on the can is hard to navigate with your sweaty and shaky hands, but you manage to get it open.

“Shit…” you mutter, the soda fizzes over a little. Not enough to make a real mess, but it does get all over your thumb, you pull your thumb up to your mouth in an attempt to clean the soda off before it gets all sticky. As you do so, you sneak another look up at the guy. His eyes are glued to where your lips are meeting your skin. His cheeks are pink. There’s a rush of warmth from your heart down to your stomach, the deep orange sun is crossing his left collarbone, you want to trace it with your tongue.

“Sorry…” He breathes, giving you an uneasy smile, “It’s been jostling around in my bag for a few hours. That was probably my fault.”

“It’s really fine.”

He picks his pen up and goes back to working. You can see his notes pretty easily, without seeming like you’re peeking. His handwriting is messy, but still very legible. The ink stains on his hand are only getting worse as he goes on. When he shifts his feet below the table you can feel how close his legs are to yours, it's a big desk, but he has long legs. You wonder idly how much taller than you he is, he usually leaves before you do. You dont think you’ve ever both been standing at the same time. All of a sudden, the chill of the library gets to you. It was a decently warm day when the sun was out, but now that it is getting dark that’s starting to change. The blouse you are wearing is cute, but it’s also off the shoulder and you are beginning to feel cold. Your phone clunks loudly when you drop it on the desk, freeing your hands to rub some warmth into your arms, the sun is almost behind the horizon now, it’s going to be a cold walk home after class.

“Are you cold?”

You turn back from the window to see the guy looking at you, “huh?”

“I know you probably don’t want someone like me bothering you, but you…” He runs a hand through his hair, it makes it look even messier, “you look like you’re cold.”

“Oh, I mean. Yeah, I forgot how quickly it gets dark this time of year.” You laugh, “I didn't really dress for the weather.”

He tilts his head to the side, your heart is pounding, “You didn't bring a coat?” he asks

You shake your head slowly, unsure where this is going. Hoping it’s going in the direction you want it to.

Then, he stands up. Shaking his coat off his shoulders, revealing forearms so pale and thin you could wrap your whole hand around them. Your heartbeat is so loud you can hear it in your ears as he walks around the table to you. He is so close to you, he’s never been this close before.

“Here.” He says, passing the coat into your arms. It’s warm, “You can borrow this, if you don't mind wearing my gross clothes.”

It isn’t gross. It smells like chamomile soap and fresh laundry, “No I don't mind. Um, thank you.”

You slide out of your chair and stand up so you can put the coat on. He is at least a head taller than you, maybe more. You feel your knees wobble when you tilt your head up to meet his eyes, they are a lot greener up close. Any words that you might have said are frozen in your throat as you slip your arms through the coat, your fingers barely stick out past the cuffs.

“It’s a little big for you, but that’s to be expected.”

“No, it’s fine. I like it.”

“I hope i'm not overstepping any boundaries but...it looks good on you.”

You’re burning up, stomach twisting, “It... feels good on me.”

“Oh…” He mutters, quickly forcing a nervous laugh, “Well, i'm sure anything would look good on anyone as beautiful as you.”

Holy shit .

“Are you...flirting with me?” you whisper, burying your hands in the pockets of his coat and trying to make yourself seem smaller, “Or am I imagining it?”

He freezes, you can see his hands tensing up. You worry for a moment that you had been imagining it and that now you’ve made everything weird.

“ Was I flirting…?” He gives you a gentle smile, “Huh...I guess i was? Unless you didn't want me to, i don't want to presume-”

“No!” you say a little too loudly, shocking him into silence, “keep-uh...you can keep doing it.” His eyebrows jump up at that, but then settle back down into his calm expression, you are picking at your nail polish again, if only to give your nervous hands something to do, “Can i ask for your name? We’ve been sitting together for so long now and i’ve never asked…”

“Nagito” He breathes, and it fits him perfectly. A smile breaks out on your face before you can stop it. You give him your name in return and he repeats it back, like he is testing how it feels on his tongue, “Pretty name.” He says, you can hear that his breathing is shaky, “It suits you.”

Like he is trying to run away before his most recent compliment finally hits you, he walks back around to his side of the desk and starts grabbing his books. He crouches down on the ground and starts shoving them into his stachel, looking up at you from his spot on the floor, “I finish class at seven. Will you be around?”

“Ah, no. Sorry, I don't finish until nine.”

“Oh, your classes run really late.” He stands up and slings the bag over his shoulder.

“Do you want your coat back now?” You say, already moving to take it off. He strides over to you, and pulls it back over your shoulders, looking at you very seriously.

“I’m not letting you walk home in the cold without it.” his hands feel warm and firm on your shoulders, you never want him to pull away, “I can walk you home, you can give it back when you get inside.”

Your heart flutters at his suggestion. Imagining walking with him in the dark, your fingers brushing against his knuckles....you’re burning up again, “I live outside the city so i have to catch the train, but you can walk me to the station if you want? I mean, if you’re happy to wait until nine.”

He smiles, and your heart curls at the edges. You feel all buttery and warm inside.

“I’ll be right here.”

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He is still there. You’d been worrying for the past few hours that he would be gone when you came back, that he would have changed his mind. A few people noticed the coat, and that it clearly wasn't yours. Sonia, the intimidatingly beautiful exchange student who usually sits next to you, was tittering politely behind a hand when she noticed it. When you asked what was so funny, she turned serious and told you it was nothing, but you could see a playfulness in her eyes. You wonder if she also noticed how much your leg was bouncing and that you wouldn't stop looking at the clock.

“Hello.” He says with a smile as you round the bookshelf, his already sleepy eyes even softer than usual. He’s playing something on a nintendo switch, it sounds like Animal Crossing, you recognise the 9pm music.

You smile back, “Hey. You good to go?”

“Oh yes!” He says enthusiastically, slotting the switch into a fabric case and zipping it up. He stands up and slings his bag over his shoulder, “Which station do you leave from?”

You start heading out of the library and he falls into step beside you, his arm almost brushing against yours. You shove your hands in the pocket of his coat to keep yourself from doing anything rash, “Central Station. It’s fifteen minutes away.”

“At least it isn’t too far. You won’t have to put up with me for too long.” He punctuates the end of the sentence with a laugh. The in person version of adding ‘lol’ to the end of a text to soften it.

The glass doors whoosh open as you step outside, you look up at him, “why do you keep doing that?” You ask. The city is slick with the aftermath of recent rain, the lights reflecting off the puddles on the sidewalk. It’s a cold, but admittedly beautiful night.

“Doing what?”

“Talking about yourself like that.” You stop at a crosswalk to wait for the lights, “Like you’re trying to convince me to make you leave.”

He laughs again, it’s less convincing this time, “Don’t misunderstand! I’m not trying to make you do anything, I just don’t want you thinking you have to spend any time with me if you don’t want to.”

“If I didn’t want to spend time with you. I wouldn’t.” The light at the crossing turns green, and you start heading further down the street. Nagito is following beside you. You thought it was pretty obvious that you are interested in him, in every sense of the word, but he either seems to have not noticed, or not believed it, “are you enjoying Animal Crossing?”

“I am!” He says, beaming widely, “I just finished catching the last fish today, now I'm breeding flowers.”

“Oh wow, you have all the fish already? You must be really lucky.”

He laughs, playing nervously with a strand of hair that didn't get caught up in his bun, “I guess??”

“I’ve been working on a kitchen, but I still don't have any of the damn ironwood set. I haven't found a fridge either.” You huff and notice that your breath appears white and wispy before you. It’s even colder than you thought it would be, “I just have a bunch of appliances all over the floor for now.”

“I think my housemate might have a fridge.” Nagito says, tapping his lips with a finger as he tries to remember, “No ironwood though. If I get him to mail me a fridge I can pass it onto you.” His mouth pulls into a nervous smile, and you notice him picking at a loose string at the hem of his shirt, “I mean, if you’re happy to give me your friend code.”

“No, uh...that sounds good. I can give you my code when we get to the station if my switch isn't dead yet.” You take a left down a back alley, it isn't as well lit as the main road, but it is a lot quicker to cut through than it is to go around. During the day there are a few small cafes open, with big umbrellas and tables out front. At night it is much less cheery.

Nagito is looking around uncomfortably, the moon is high in the sky and down the alley it is the only light source. His hair shimmers in the moonlight, your heart is pounding again, “Do you come down here every night?” He tucks a hand into the pocket of his jeans and pulls out his phone, flicking on the flashlight.

The light only manages to make the walls of the alleyway seem even taller, “Yeah. I only have a late class on Thursday’s though. It isn't usually this dark.”

He gives you a concerned look, “It probably isn't safe.”

You shrug, “It’s another ten minutes if I go around. Plus, nothing has ever happened. I'm sure it’s fine.”

He turns away from you, looking straight ahead. His face turns deathly serious and you’re worried you’ve said something wrong, “Yeah, well. Luck runs out eventually.”

You aren't sure what to say. It sounded like he was talking from experience. His footsteps are quiet beside you, and his spine is curled like he is trying to make himself small and unobtrusive. Difficult, considering his height. As you come to the end of the alleyway he switches off his flashlight and tucks it back into his pocket, you notice that his black jeans are tight and you feel something swell in the pit of your stomach. He is very attractive.

“It’s just up this street, yeah?” He asks, you notice that he’s started rubbing his arms, “It’s kinda chilly.”

It suddenly hits you that he must be freezing without the coat he leant to you. You feel like an asshole, “Oh my god. I'm so sorry, you must be so cold!” you start talking the coat off, ready to give it back to him. He stops you.

“If one of us has to be cold, please let it be me.” His hand is on your shoulder again, you’re trying to store how it feels away in your memory. You don't want to forget.

“I don't want you to get sick.”

He laughs and waves your concern away with a hand, “No need to worry about me. It’s mostly just my arms and hands that are cold anyway, I'll be alright.”

You have a thought. There isn't much you can do about his cold arms, but his cold hands? That was possible. If only you work up the courage. As the two of you continue walking down the street, you move yourself close to him, a tiny bit closer, so tiny he probably doesn't even notice. He is still looking on ahead, but you are focussed entirely on the closeness of your hands. Focussed on reaching out just your pinky, slowly, carefully. Your heart is racing and your cheeks are burning. (this is so highschool of you, how old are you 12?) It doesn't matter, you’re going to do it, going to curl just the one finger around his and then maybe-

“Hey, we’re here!”

Your back snaps ramrod straight, and your hand whips back up against your leg so hard it almost hurts. He’s right, you’re at the station. You’d been so intent on holding his damn hand that you didn't realise how close the station was. This is embarrassing.

“Are you okay?” He asks, looking down at you with genuine concern, ‘Your face is all pink, you're not cold are you?”

“No, i’m uh-” He's staring at you, it’s making you nervous, “-I’m fine. Let me just check when the next train is, then you can go home if you want.”

He smiles politely, “Okay. I’ll wait here.”

The announcement board is lit up in the darkness right above the entrance to the station, you have to get a little closer to be able to read the train times. Nagito gives you a little wave when you turn back to look at him, and you sigh. You had been hoping to make it a little clearer how you felt about him, but it looks like you’re still a coward.

“God damn it…” you mutter as you look up at the board. Nagito must have heard you, because he comes bounding over with clear distress in his eyes. His hair is bouncy, it’s adorable.

“Are you okay?” He looks around frantically, “Did you lose something?”

You laugh, trying to ease his concerns, “Nah. We just missed my train, the next one isn't for half an hour. I probably won't be home until after midnight at this rate.”

“Hm. That’s really late.”

“Yeah, i live at the end of the Metro. Two hours.”

He’s playing with the hem of his shirt again, practically shaking with nerves when he finally says, “You could...come back to my place.

You don't have any words. They’re all caught in the back of your throat.

He panics, “Only if you want to! I would understand completely if you don't want to sleep in the same apartment as trash like me!”

Your innocent thoughts about brushing knuckles and shy glances begin morphing into something much less PG.

“Are you sure? I don't want to inconvenience you.”

“Inconvenience? Me?!” His cheeks turn a little pink, “You couldn't possibly inconvenience me .”

You shrug a shoulder, trying to ignore the incessant buzzing of excitement under your skin, “Lead the way, then.” ~*~*~

His apartment is nice. He dropped his key five times before he was able to get the door open, but when he finally did you were pleasantly surprised. You’ve been in some awful bachelor pads before, but this is nothing like that. There’s a plush brown couch in the center of the room with a colourful throw tossed over it, a modestly sized tv and a collection of mismatched mugs spread out on the low coffee table. A salt lamp in the corner of the room casts a pale orange light across the space, dancing on the shiny leaves of all the pot plants strewn about the room.

“Sorry for the mess…” Nagito says, slipping past you and hanging his bag up on a hook on the wall. He pulls his switch out of the bag and docks it by the tv, “Hajime drinks a lot of coffee.”

“It’s not even messy.” You take notice of just how many bookshelves are lining the walls and smile, “It’s nice in here.”

Nagito is in the middle of picking up all the wayward mugs around the room, but he still manages to turn and flash you a smile, “It’s nice of you to say so. I’m going to tidy up a little, feel free to sit down.”

“Oh, you really don't need to clean up for me. It’s fine.” You say, dropping your backpack on the ground by the door and heading over to the couch. It’s very comfy, but you still find yourself sitting stiffly, nervous about seeming too comfortable, “Is Hajime your housemate?” you ask, eyeing a photo on one of the bookshelves. Nagito is smiling brilliantly and chucking a peace sign up to the camera, there’s another guy beside him giving an uncomfortable thumbs up, but a very genuine smile.

“Yes!” Nagito calls back from the kitchen, you can hear the water running and assume he’s washing the mugs, “He’s at his girlfriend’s house tonight and he won't be back until tomorrow afternoon. You probably won't see him.”

You swallow. Not only are you going to be in the apartment with him all night, you’re also going to be alone . Your leg is bouncing again, you can't help it, “Um, where will i be sleeping?”

Nagito comes out of the kitchen, drying his hands with a tea towel before tossing it into what you assume is a laundry basket, “The couch folds out. We don't have to…uh” he laughs nervously, “We don’t have to share a bed, if that’s what you were worrying about.”

Worrying is not the word you would use.

“Oh! Do you have anything to sleep in?”

“Ah, i hadn't thought about that.” You wince a little, remembering the last time you had to sleep with your jeans on, “I’ll be okay though, dont worry about it.”

“I can at least see if Chiaki left something behind last time she was here. I don't want you to be uncomfortable.” He starts heading over to one of the two doors in the wall behind the couch, “Oh, I've turned the heating on by the way. If the coat is too warm you can just leave it on my bed.” He points to the other door, “just in there.”

“I might do that, thank you.” You stand up and shuck the coat, folding it over your arm, “It was getting a little toasty.”

He smiles warmly and heads into what you assume is Hajime’s room. Leaving you alone with the notion that he has just invited you into his bedroom. Your heart is racing. It’s literally just a room with a bed in it, you don't know why you are getting so worked up about this. The nailpolish on your fingers is practically all gone with all the nervous picking you've been doing today.

You force yourself to round the couch and head over to the door, trying not to notice the way your knees are wobbling. You suck in a breath, reach for the doorknob and even though the moment feels immense, you are comforted when you realise that his room is very normal.

There's a soft green rug on the floor, and the bed is made in a haphazard way that suggests he didn't want to leave it messy, but couldn't be bothered doing it properly either. His wardrobe is slightly ajar and you can see a row of boots lined up below a collection of sweaters and coats. It’s cosy, it suits him. The sound of your heartbeat is loud in your ears as you step over to the bed and drop the folded coat on the end of it. It smells like him in here, like camomile and sunday evenings. Your hands are sweating.

You notice a collection of polaroid photos strung up above his desk. At this point you’re probably being a little too nosy, but your feet are already walking over to the desk before you can stop yourself. There’s a textbook on the desk and a notepad filled with quotes and page numbers, he’s drawn a couple of flowers in the margins, you smile. A post-it shaped like a four leaf clover catches your eye, the handwriting is different from Nagito’s.

Don’t forget to drink water, dumbass.

A laugh bubbles up out of your chest, you assume that was a reminder from Hajime. There are plenty more pictures of him and Nagito amongst the polaroids, a number of them taken at some sort of beach getaway. Nagito has his eyes closed in a wide smile, his cheeks turning red from the sun as he wraps one arm around the shoulders of a short girl engrossed in her PSP. You assume that she is Hajime’s girlfriend, based on a different photo of the two of them kissing while Nagito throws up a peace sign in the foreground. They seem like very good friends, you’re happy for him.

“Are you done sightseeing?”

You whirl around to see Nagito standing in the open doorway with a bundle of cloth in his hands. His tone is teasing, but his lips are curled up in a smile. You feel yourself blushing, “ah, sorry. I shouldn't have-”

He laughs pleasantly, stepping into the room proper, “No, it's fine! I don't mind at all, sorry my room isn't very exciting.”

“It’s cozy.” You say, wringing your hands together, “I like it...it suits you.”

Nagito turns red now, all the way up to his ears and down to his collarbones. He clears his throat, “I found some sleep shorts and a shirt that I don't think Chiaki will mind you borrowing. I'll just have to wash them tomorrow.”

He passes the bundle of clothing over to you. When you unfold the shirt you snicker at the phrase ‘gamers don't die. We respawn’ that is printed in bold across the front of it, “Chiaki is a gamer, I take it?”

Nagito chuckles pleasantly, “The best one I know. Smash nights with her are something to behold.”

“Well…” you start, trying your best to seem like you aren't thinking about kissing him, “Thanks for the clothes...should I change in the bathroom, or?”

He dismisses you with a wave of his hand, eyes closing in a wide smile, “No, it's okay. You can get changed in here, I'll sit on the couch. Don't worry about it.”

Your heart is pounding. He's so handsome and so nice, your mind is racing with the thought that if you don't finally tell him how you feel now, you probably never will. Your fingers dig tight into the shirt you're holding as you try to find a way to ground yourself. You take a deep breath, “Nagito…?”

“Hm?”

Your stomach is churning, your hands feel clammy. You think and think but you just can't find the right words, to tell him how you feel, to tell him what you want . In the end, you decide that maybe words aren't the best course of action, and pull your shirt up over your head.

The room goes so silent that the sound of your blouse hitting the carpet sounds like a thunderclap. Your chest is heaving with the gravity of what you've just done. Why the fuck did you do that??? This was a terrible, awful, bad idea. You almost go scrambling to shove Chiaki’s shirt on and pretend this never happened.

But Nagito’s face stops you in your tracks. He’s staring at you, shaking visibly. His big green eyes keep flitting between your face and your torso. He heaves a wavering breath and whispers, “Tell me not to kiss you. Stop me, please .”

You feel elated, “I don't want to stop you.”

He swallows, nails biting into the palms of his hands, “I cant...I shouldn't...you’re too good for-”

You take a step towards him and cup his cheek in your palm. Whatever words he was going to say die in his throat.

“How long have you wanted me, Nagito?” You trace your thumb over his lower lip, his erratic breathing is so loud you can hear it, “I’ve wanted you for months .”

He nods loosely, squeezing his eyes shut, “Me too. Me too.”

his skin is soft under your palm, your move your hand up to tuck a strand of hair behind his ear. His eyes open at your touch and he is beautiful . You smile, gently running your fingers in his soft hair before whispering, “Then what are you waiting for?”

He sucks in a breath, and his hand shakes as he brings it up to your cheek. The skin of his palm is dry and warm, you can’t help leaning into it. His second hand slowly slips around to the small of your back, you can feel him trembling.

“God you’re…” you can feel his breath on your face, he is so close to you now, “you’re so beautiful…”

You smile, “so are you.”

He gasps, eyes widening as he looks down at you. Then, his thumb gently runs along the length of your cheekbone, and he leans in to press his lips to yours.

He is perfect

His lips are soft and cool, his palm on your back presses you firmly up against him as you slowly curl your arms around the back of his neck. You whine gently into his mouth, kissing him only more incessantly, desperately. Months of yearning and desire is escaping in this one kiss and one of your hands tangles it’s fingers in the hair on the back of his head. It’s as soft as you dreamed it would be. He is how you dreamed he would be.

Nagito pulls away from you, green eyes blown wide and breath heaving. The hand on your lower back is shaking, “I’ve wanted to do that for so long…” his throat bobs, “I can’t...I can’t believe you let me kiss you.”

“Why not?” You breathe, letting one of your hands slip down his torso, toying with the hem of his shirt.

His breathing grows shaky, “b-because I don’t deserve you. Someone like you desiring someone like me it’s just- hah! ”

Your fingers have crept up under his shirt, tracing light circles on his hip bone. You hadn’t expected it to stun him into silence like this, you lean in a press a soft kiss to his neck, “is this okay?”

“H-huh?”

You laugh gently against his skin, “are you okay with me touching you like this?”

“Y-yes! I just don’t understand why? ”

“Because I have feelings for you, Nagito” you feel your cheeks burning, “I’ve uh- been trying to gather the confidence to tell you that all night. I sort of assumed it was pretty obvious with the kissing and-“

You're cut off when he tugs you against him, wrapping both arms around your waist and burying his head in the crook of your neck. you gasp at the feeling of his thin arms tight around you, and he quickly pulls back at the sound.

“Oh, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that.”

“No! Um, I liked it! You just surprised me.”

He laughs, a giggle that sounds like disbelief, “I surprised you? You took your shirt off…”

You’re burning up. Suddenly remembering your state of undress and crossing your arms over your chest, “Ah. Yes. That was stupid of me. I just...panicked?”

His brow furrows, “panicked?”

“Yeah I- I dunno, I was worried that if I didn’t make a move now I’d never have a chance to do…” you swallow, looking up at him nervously, “do whatever it is we’re going to do.”

You hear him take a shaky breath, his eyes open wide, “You want to...keep going?”

“...Yes” you whisper

“With...me?”

“Yes.” You close your eyes and take a deep breath, “I want to go as far as you will let me.”

He’s laughing again, hand cupping over his mouth as he stares at you in shock, “O-Okay...if you’re sure you want to. Then I-“ his voice drops an octave, you aren’t sure if it was intentional, but you feel it in your stomach, “I want to as well.”

“Do you want to sit on the bed?” You ask, trying to contain your nerves.

“Ah, yes. Of course!” He’s shaking when he steps around you and sinks down onto his bed. You can see his knees bouncing a little, he’s as overwhelmed as you are, “Are you going to sit down too- ah~”

You do sit down. On his lap. Gently straddling him and looping your arms around the back of his head, “Is this okay?”

He shifts underneath you a little, and his hands shakily come to rest on the dip of your waist, “I’m probably not very comfortable.”

You laugh and press a kiss to his temple, “You’re plenty comfortable. Best seat in the house.”

His eyes meet yours. Dilated. Blinking slowly as he examines the contours of your face. You can feel his breath on your lips, you can’t believe that you’re this close to him. You’re the luckiest person in the world. When your lips press together again, his fingers dig tighter into your waist and your toes curl. He gasps against your mouth when you swipe at the seam of his lips with your tongue, moaning deep in the back of his throat as his tongue tangles with yours. There’s a warmth steadily growing between your thighs, your legs tighten around Nagito’s and your fingers dig into his soft white hair, pulling him closer to you. Then you shift in his lap, and feel a hardness growing in his jeans. Nagito gasps and pulls his lips from yours.

“I--I’m sorry...I just…”

“Nagito.” You whisper, letting one of your hands trail down his chest, “I told you. I want to go as far as you will let me.” Your hand comes in contact with his cock, rubbing him encouragingly through his jeans, “Is this still okay?”

He whimpers, hips stuttering up into your hand, “Ah! Are you sure you want to?”

“Very.” You shuffle backwards, slipping down off the bed and onto your knees between his legs. Your hands are resting on his waistband, just waiting for his permission, “Can i take your pants off?”

Nagito nods nervously, but lifts up his hips to help you tug his jeans down over his thighs. You get them down to his knees before you stop, toying with the hemline of his boxers, “Can these come off too?”

“Ah...If you want?” His voice is shaky, but he doesn't seem reluctant when you grab the elastic waistband and start tugging them down. You are trying to keep your cool, to seem like you have done this many times more than you actually have, but when his erect cock pops out and slaps backwards onto his stomach. You can feel your eyes grow wider, and have to physically bite down on your lip to hold in a gasp. Nagito is looking down at you nervously as you pull his jeans and boxers over his feet and drop them onto the floor. He sits up on his elbows and you can see his throat bob, “Are you sure you still want this? I...ah...I know i'm not much to look at.”

“I’ll have to respectfully disagree…” you whisper, eyes trailing up the length of his pale legs, lingering on the jut of his hips where they disappear up under his shirt. His breathing is heavy, cheeks turned pink and hair in disarray from your tangling fingers, “you’re gorgeous.”

“Aha...You are too kind…” Nagito breathes, avoiding your eyes.

You swallow, hands coming up to rub encouraging circles on his bare thighs, “I want to use my mouth.” You cock your head to the side, “would that be alright?”

Nagito makes a shocked noise in the back of his throat. Eyes wide in disbelief, even as his cock twitches at your words, “I’m not sure it’s a good idea...I...I would not be worthy of such a thing…”

“Is that a no because you think i don't want to?” you ask gently, pressing a kiss to one of his bony knees, “or is it a no because you don't want me to? Those are two very different things.”

He looks at you, almost incredulous, “Well of course I want you to! But I don't want you to ruin your- ack!~”

You grip tight on his jutting hip bones and sink your mouth down on his cock, as far as you can take it. Nagito moans loud , his legs tensing under your arms as you start lathing the underside of his head with your tongue and slowly pulling your lips up and down the length of him. He feels hot and smooth in your mouth and a gasp escapes you when his hips stutter in deeper, the head of his cock kissing the back of your throat.

“I...I’m sorry…” he whimpers, breathless and panicked, “Did i choke you? I’m a pathetic excuse for a human being…”

He is apparently too lost in his own head, to notice how thoroughly you are enjoying yourself. Moaning wontanly as you bob your head up and down, thighs rubbing together with every little noise you hear escaping his throat. He makes such pretty sounds, you want desperately to hear more of them.

“You...Your mouth...it’s so warm” Nagtio hisses through clenched teeth. You can feel the muscles working in his thighs as he tries to hold back the urge to chase the heat of your mouth. His legs are quivering , “I cant believe that you would let me-- ahhhh! ” his fingers curl tight into the sheets, chest heaving as you slowly insert a finger inside of him.

“Was that okay?” you ask, stilling your finger, worried that you’ve hurt him, “Do you need me to stop?”

Nagito whines and shakes his head, hips bucking forward into your hand like he’s trying to force your finger deeper, “M--more... please .”

You laugh a little, gently lapping at the head of his cock while pushing your finger deeper. Nagito wriggles and moans when you get it the whole way in, slowly pumping it in and out. You moan against his cock when you feel him tighten around you, “Can you take another?”

“Yes... yes… ” he pants, breath coming hot and heavy as he quivers beneath you, “I want it...want you ”

It’s getting harder to focus. Hearing his noises, feeling him moving and keening under your touch. You’re soaking wet, craving any sort of friction, but still determined to give Nagito the night of his life. You rub your thighs together, and slip a second finger into him.

The noise he makes is indescribable. The whole neighborhood probably heard it, and all you can think about is how lucky they all are, because it is the most beautiful noise you’ve ever heard.

“I could listen to you forever…” you breathe, pistoning your fingers in and out of him while pumping his cock with your other hand, “Do you want another finger?”

He whines aloud at the thought of it, but still shakes his head, “I don’t... ahh! I don't want to cum…” he hisses a breath in through his teeth, “until you do.”

You can feel your cheeks burning. Embarrassed as his insinuation like you don't currently have your fingers three knuckles deep in his ass, “What do you want to do then…?”

“I...I want to taste you” Nagito purrs, leaning up on his elbows, peering down at you, “Would you indulge me?”

“Oh...sure…” you whisper, slipping your fingers out of him and shimmying out of your pants. Nagito audibly gasps as the sight of your bare legs, and you feel yourself getting a little bit egotistic. No matter what concerns you may have with your body, it’s hard to remember them when he looks at you like that . Just as you are climbing onto the bed, you let out a gasp when Nagito grabs your thighs and tugs you up onto his chest, “Nagito...what-”

“Sit on my face, please. ”

You swallow. Cheeks heating up at the despartation in his voice, “Okay…” you breathe, shuffling up until your knees are resting firmly on the mattress above his shoulders. Your thighs are shaking, “Sorry. I’m kind of embarrassed…”

Nagito chuckles beneath you, peering up at your face through his pale eyelashes, “there’s no need to be embarrassed.” he whispers, hands curling around your thighs, “It’s just me. I want to pleasure you like you did for me. Is that okay?”

Your sex throbs at his words, and you have to sink your teeth into your lip to hold in a moan. He’s smiling at you, you can feel his cool breath on your bare cunt and as you slowly lower yourself to meet his mouth, you feel his fingers tighten against your flesh. He moans unabashedly as he drags his tongue up the length of you, keening and whimpering like he is the one being pleasured. His lips wrap around your swollen clit and your hips buck further into his face, you bite down on your hand to stop yourself from screaming.

“No...please…” nagito whispers from beneath you, “I want to hear you, let me hear how good I am making you feel.”

His tongue gets back to work, slowly dipping in and out of your dripping entrance as his hands curl around your thighs.

“Ooh— ooohhh! ” You croon, grinding your hips sinfully against the lower half of his face, “You’re so good...your tongue feels so-- ahhh! S--So good, Nagito…”

Nagito moans . You can feel the vibrations through his tongue as it thrusts in and out of you. He sucks and licks with the desperation of a man who wants to taste every inch of you, every millimeter . He’s shaking under you, frantic and needy with nothing more than a desire for you. It’s almost overwhelming, you’ve never had someone want you like this before and it makes a powerful heat stroke at your core.

“F-Fuck…” You manage to hiss, centleching your eyes shut and digging a hand into the halo of his hair, “Nagito...I...I want you... please! ”

He slows his ministrations for just a moment. Big green eyes blinking up at you from between your thighs, “Are you sure? I’m more than happy to keep doing this.” he laughs a little, “I’m enjoying myself quite a bit.”

You caution a glance behind yourself to where his cock is still standing at full attention, twitching and dripping . He is enjoying himself, that is very much clear.

“I’m sure.” you give him a smile and brush some of his hair from his face, “I’ll take you up on the offer next time though.”

Nagito’s breath hitches, and you feel his fingers dig tight into your thighs, “...next time?”

“Yeah. Next time.” You swallow, “If you want a next time, that is.”

You can't really see his mouth, but you can still tell that he is grinning, “I...I do want a next time.”

“Ah, good. It would have been really awkward if you said no…” you clear your throat, “Condom?”

“Top drawer.” He replies, nodding in the direction of his bedside table before returning his mouth to your clit. You reach behind yourself and slap his thigh.

“Stop that! I’m not going to be able to rip a condom open if I'm shaking…”

He chuckles, “but you taste so good…”

Biting your lower lip to hold in a moan, you manage to wriggle a hand into Nagito’s drawer and locate a box of condoms. Still shrinkwrapped, “ah, shit. I hate opening this stuff.”

Nagito does not offer to help you. Still caressing your sex with his tongue. He hits your clit hard for a moment and your hips jump forward.

“Fuck...Nagito!” You moan and squeeze your eyes shut, “I need to get this stupid box open.” You manage to get a corner of the shrinkwrap between your teeth and tear it open. Nagito now has his tongue back inside of you, “hnng…” you force out, pulling a condom out and just letting the box fall to the floor, “stop distracting me!”

You can feel him laugh against you, gently lapping his tongue at your insides as you finally manage to tear the condom open, “Oh! These are ribbed for my pleasure! How very polite of you.” you tease, shuffling down from his face and between his legs.

Nagito turns red, the lower of his face glistening with your slick. He brings up an arm and cleans himself off with the back of his hand, “Ah...I just...I figured if I was going to buy some…”

Your lips quirk up in a smile as you roll the condom down over his twitching cock. He hisses at the feeling of your palm caressing him, “What are you so worried about? I mean it, it was a nice gesture.”

Nagito gasps when you swing a leg over his bony hips, hovering just over his cock, so close that you can just feel the head brushing your folds. Nagito has his hands buried in the sheets and you can see him quivering beneath you, “Everything okay? Do you need to stop?”

He shakes his head, adam’s apple bobbing as he traces your form with his eyes, “I just...I can’t believe you're about to do this.” he chokes on a laugh, covering his mouth with a hand, “I’m going to ruin you…”

A smile crawls up your cheek as you slowly start lowering yourself down. Nagito makes a shocked noise at the back of his throat when the head pops inside of you, “and I, you.”

You watch in awe as his chest rises and falls, as his eyes squeeze shut. His brow creases, his cheeks are painted in a gorgeous red. He looks like a masterpiece, and there's a little voice in your head, praising yourself for being the one who did this to him. Then, he is fully inside of you, stretching you out and pulsing against your tight heat.

Nagito’s hips buck just a little, a hiss escaping his mouth, “Ah... ahhh .” he swallows thickly as his eyes open, staring up at you in absolute adoration, “I’m inside you...I’m really inside you…”

“Sure are.” You reply, lifting yourself up just a little before dropping back down again. A moan rips from his mouth, and a needy whine escapes yours, “You feel...really good…”

He nods his head, staring up at the ceiling like he is trying to ground himself, “You’re so warm...you’re taking me so perfectly…”

You shiver at the compliment. Relishing in the feeling of Nagito’s desperate little thrusts, it feels like he is trying to hold himself back, but he just can’t . Like he needs you, like he craves you. You roll your hips, moaning long and hard at the sensation of him moving inside of you. Nagito whimpers, hips shaking as he tries his hardest to stay still.

“What are you waiting for?” You ask, “I’m all yours, Nagito. Take me.”

His hips snap up. Just the once, his body responding to your words before his head even has a chance to catch up, “You...you’re mine… ” he breathes, disbelieving, but utterly hungry. His hands slowly curl around your hips, pads of his fingers digging into your flesh as he starts moving in earnest. The sound that cuts loose from your throat is so loud that it surprises even you, the feeling of him bottoming out inside of you is insane. It makes your toes curl, your stomach tense, your heart race.

“You liked that?” He whispers, voice gravelly and breathless as he continues pounding up into you, like he doesn't want to be outside of you for more than a second, “You feel so good...so perfect...i couldn't resist you even if i wanted to--” he throws his head back and groans, “--you take my cock like it was meant for you and you alone…”

It isn't clear if he is doing it on purpose, or if he is just saying exactly what he is thinking. Either way, Nagito knows exactly what to say to push your buttons. The insinuation that you were made for his cock, and that it was made for you has you clenching hard around him. Sweaty and clammy, grinding your hips harder and harder. Desperate for more of him. More of Nagito. All of Nagito.

“M’close…” You force out, breath growing shaky and thighs quivering on either side of his hips.

Nagito laughs, it's loud and wild. It echoes around the room, “You’re going to cum for me?”

“Just for you. All for you.”

He moans, letting one hand drop down from your hip to circle your clit instead. You howl and Nagito hisses through his teeth, you’re bouncing on his cock now. Keening and whining, the warmth in your stomach is growing unbearable, and watching Nagito’s mouth drop open in a perfect moan doesn't help. It’s right then, that he shoves himself up inside of you hard , hitting just the right place for you to finally come undone. There's white behind your eyes as all the tension within you snaps, hips gyrating furiously as you ride out your orgasm. Nagito lets out a cry and pounds up into you with a surprising ferocity, cock twitching between your walls as he cums. His face in that moment is the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen.

It takes a minute for you to come back down from your high. Falling forward and resting your head in the join between Nagito’s neck and shoulder, breathing deeply as the shivers from your orgasm slowly subside. Nagito starts rubbing gently circles on your back, his hands are shaky, but you aren't sure if he is just lethargic or if he is also nervous. You lift yourself up with your arms and press a kiss to his cheek, “I’m getting off you now, ready?”

He nods sleepily, and you lift your leg up and over him, collapsing bodily onto the bed beside him. Everything is still fizzing and popping, from your heart out to your fingertips. If it feels like the sun has awoken inside your chest. You just want to lie here forever.

“Just...ah...give me a minute, and then I'll move out to the couch.” Nagito says, panting quietly, “You can take the bed.”

You roll over to face him, “Nagito...you really think i'm going to kick you out of your own bed?”

“Oh, i don't know...I just...didn't want to presume.”

With an affectionate sigh, you shuffle a little closer to him, resting your head on his chest and tucking your arm in around his waist, “No presumption necessary. I want to sleep with you.”

Nagito laughs, “You already did.”

“Hey! You know what I meant.” you lean up a little and press a kiss to his shoulder before snuggling deeper into his chest, “I want to actually sleep with you.”

“I still can’t believe you're here with me…” he sighs happily, curling an arm around your shoulders, “In my bed, no less.”

“That’s what you get for being so cute all the time. I’ve been staring at you for like, the past two months.”

“Ah...for a long time i assumed that there was always something stuck in my teeth. That uh, happens to me a lot.”

You press your ear to his chest, closing your eyes and listening to the sound of his heart, “Nah. Nothing stuck in your teeth. I just thought you were the most beautiful man I had ever seen.”

You hear him choke at that, his hand tightening around your shoulders, “You are...the most wonderful person I've ever had the pleasure of meeting.” He plants a kiss to the top of your head, “I wouldn't be surprised if this was all a dream, that i’ll wake up tomorrow and you’ll be gone.”

“I’m not going anywhere.” You whisper, and the gentle thump of his heart slowly soothes you into sleep.

Hey guys. Note from Bree here. I hope that this was okay, I’ve been feeling really down on my writing recently and I’m really not sure why, but i just dont think anything im posting has been any good. So i just hope that you still enjoyed this even though its a mess. Im so worried that im losing nagito’s voice. im like, scared about it actually, cause this is the only thing im good at, you know? and what’s even the point of me if i cant do this one thing anymore...... ugh, sorry for being such a complain jane. i just, idk. the komaeda who lives in my head is calling me trash 24/7 hahahahahahahhaa

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beidousbunny · 3 years

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omfg that was so good😳😳 is it ok if i request again? (i’m not sure if that’s allowed, so if not please just ignore this!) if it is ok, could i get sakusa + 🩺 congrats again on 200!!

warnings: (kinda) medical play, fingering, sakusa wears medical gloves, degradation, clit spanking, reader wears a slutty nurse costume 🤧

a/n: I am so excited for this one because of the idea I got >:) I’m also very excited because sakusa is a character I haven’t written for or really thought about so this’ll be fun-

“Look at my slutty little nurse,” Sakusa spat, parting your legs, getting a good look at your soaked panties as your skirt spread across your thighs, riding up your stomach. “Your little panties are drenched.” He growled, stoking a long, gloved finger over your slit.

Your breath hitched as he teased you through your red lace panties, the sight of latex stretching over his fingers making you even more turned on. “Dr. Sakusa please—” You whimpered, a yelp cutting off your words as he spanked your clit through your panties.

“Be quiet.” He hissed, pushing your panties to the side and exposing your soaked pussy. “How filthy,” He muttered, harshly stroking your swollen clit with his index finger, “You’re so turned on... how lewd.”

“Dr. Sakusa, please... need your fingers so bad!” You cried, squirming around at the pressure on your clit.

“Needy little nurse,” He growled, pushing two fingers into your tight little hole, making you cry out desperately. His index and middle fingers began thrusting in and out at an agonizingly slow pace, his thumb stroking your clit up and down, then switching to rubbing your clit in deep circles.

“Want more please!” You cried, thrusting your hips up and rolling them in an attempt to gain more stimulation from his lithe fingers. “Please Dr. Sakusa, wanna cum for you!”

Sakusa scoffed at you, his eyes narrowing at your shaking form.

“You’ll cum when I say you can.”

requests closed!

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seanfalco · 3 years

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Next Time, Lock the Door | Vincent Rhodes x Reader

Word Count: 1.6k a/n: I ended up combining three different prompts. Takes place directly after Get Warm. Prompts: To make one muse watch the other masturbate + Vincent smut in general but also mayhaps getting caught + I wish you would write a fic where Vincent and reader/oc take things to the next level. Requested by: @badsext & Anonymous

It had only been a couple days since Vincent had spent the night with you, warming up after getting caught in the rain and ending up in your bed.

Your cheeks warmed as you found yourself thinking about it again, unable to get the event from your mind no matter how you tried. Even during your therapy session that morning Dr. Rose had noticed how distracted you were. It seemed the only way to get Vincent out of your head was to see him.

Having the rest of the afternoon free, you decided to surprise him.

When you got to his and Alex’s room, you could hear the faint sound of Bach playing within and you tapped softly on the door. When there was no response you tried the handle, finding it unlocked.

Shutting the door quietly behind you, you slipped your shoes off, per Alex’s rules, when another sound, half masked by the classical music caught your ears. Making your way further, into the room you soon found the source of the sound.

Laid back on his bed, one arm draped over his face, you found Vincent, pants undone and cock in hand, your name on his lips and you felt your face flood with heat. Watching for a moment, the way his hand pumped over his length and the way he squirmed atop the bed, you bit your lip, arousal swiftly pooling between your legs at the sight of him pleasuring himself, clearly thinking of you as he did so.

“Oh, [y/n]...”

“Would you like some help with that?”

With a startled cry at your words, Vincent’s eyes flew open and he hastily yanked the sheets up in an attempt to cover himself as he swore loudly, ticcing in his surprise.

“[y/n]?” he asked once he realized it was only you standing there and he collapsed back with a sigh, still twitching slightly.

“I’m sorry V, I didn’t mean to startle you,” you exclaimed ruefully, lowering yourself to the edge of his bed. “I wanted to surprise you, and the door was unlocked…”

“I knew I was forgetting something…” Vincent muttered, shaking his head before peering sheepishly up at you through the springy curls that had fallen into his eyes. “I’m sorry you had to see that.”

“I’m not,” you admitted, your gaze traveling down his body. “I couldn’t stop thinking about the other night, and it looks like you couldn’t either.”

The unmistakable flush suffusing his face was your answer. Slowly pulling the sheet back, you wet your lips as you reached down to stroke him. Gently gripping his length, his cock twitched eagerly at your touch and a choked moan left Vincent’s lips.

“Does that feel good?” you asked, your own lips curling at each desperate sound you pulled from him.

“Yes!” Vincent gasped, forcing his eyes open to look up at you. “Fuck me faster! FUCK! FUCKING CUNT!” he ticced abruptly, his body tensing and jerking.

Not giving him enough time for embarrassment to take hold, you leaned in to kiss him, capturing his lips. “My cunt, is that what you want?” you whispered with a smirk, relishing the way his green eyes widened, his mouth falling open with a silent groan.

Clearing his throat, he nodded and you stood, unbuttoning your jeans to let them fall to the floor with your panties before you straddled him, pulling the sheet up around you to cover your bodies somewhat.

“Are you ready?” you breathed, rolling your hips to grind against him.

“Mhmm,” Vincent hummed, slowly running his hands up your thighs and over your hips.

“Feel good?” you asked, watching his expression.

“Yes!” he gasped, his chest heaving.

Smiling, you reached between you, gently guiding him to your folds, slowly easing onto him, letting him fill you inch by inch til you’d sheathed him completely. “Oh, [y/n],” Vincent moaned, his mouth falling open as you moved, slowly rolling your hips with him inside you, grinding lazily against his pelvis.

“You’re so-you’re so beautiful,” he whispered and you grinned, pulling your shirt over your head so he could see more of you, guiding his hands to your breasts. You loved that you never felt the need to hide when he looked at you.

“So are you,” you murmured, a soft moan escaping your lips. “Are you nervous?” you asked, noticing the way he tensed every so often, a focused look crossing his face.

“A little…” Vincent admitted sheepishly.

“We just did this the other night,” you gently pointed out.

“I know,” he said, glancing down, his hands tightening on your waist.

“V, talk to me,” you murmured, pausing to lay down atop him, pushing a stray curl from his forehead. “I don’t wanna… mess this up,” he admitted quietly, swallowing, his eyes darting away.

“What do you mean?” you asked, tracing the slope of his nose with the tip of your finger.

“I don’t wanna ruin th’moment if I tic,” he answered with a sigh.

“One, even if you were to tic, you wouldn’t ruin anything,” you assured him, kissing his neck in between words. “And two, you didn’t have any trouble the other night. The more you tense up and worry about it, the more likely you are to tic,” you soothed. “So, just relax and focus on me.”

Vincent’s eyes roamed your face as he took a deep breath. “I can do that.”

“Good,” you purred, kissing him deeply as you began to move again and soon he was lost in you, guiding your hips eagerly as he writhed beneath you, his anxiety falling away with each desperate moan.

“I’m close, V,” you gasped. “I want you on top,” you admitted and you rolled off him to switch places, Vincent sliding between your legs almost confidently, surprising you with the power behind his thrusts.

He didn’t speak much, but his eyes never left your face, those emerald pools you could get lost in, each soft moan and whimper, soothing. It had never been so easy to lose yourself in something.

Though he’d seemed to gain more confidence, he was gentle, kissing you tenderly in between deep groans of bliss, your own pleasure rolling through you with each movement. “V, I’m close, please don’t stop,” you begged with a gasp, your climax hovering just out of reach.

The focused look on Vincent’s face made it obvious he was desperately holding on so you could finish before him. “Oh God, yes, right there!” you cried, your voice more of a whine, but Vincent obeyed, and soon your body was tensing, warm pleasure sweeping over you, everything else falling away.

Before you could encourage him to come, Vincent gave one last shuddering thrust before his face dropped to your shoulder, pressing into the crook of your neck as he emptied himself inside you. Breathing together, you wrapped your arms around him, playing with the curls at the nape of his neck and he fully relaxed atop you.

“Oh my God! Oh my God!” The high pitched sound of Alex’s frantic voice in the doorway pulled you to your senses and Vincent’s head jerked up, yanking the sheet up higher. “Did you just--? Are you still--? Oh God!” he cried disgustedly, grabbing the door handle to wrench the door open behind him, compulsively opening and closing it several times before pulling it open all the way and stepping back outside.

“Alex--!”

“Next time, lock the bloody door!” Alex cried before Vincent could apologize. “Ugh, the secretions! You’re gunna hafta clean everything!” you heard him exclaim through the door.

By the time you were alone again the pair of you dissolved into laughter at being caught in such a compromising position, the entire situation absurd, shaking against each other with mirth until you were laughed out, Vincent stilling atop you before sitting up.

“Can I tell you something?” he asked, sobering, his eyes not quite meeting yours as you sat up as well, worry tickling your gut.

“Of course, anything,” you murmured, resting your hand on Vincent’s arm.

“The first time I… slept with someone, I… I told her I loved her… and she didn’t… feel the same way,” he explained with a sigh. “And the first time we… you know… it was such a spur of the moment thing, I didn’t have time to be nervous, but this time…” he trailed off, shaking his head.

“That’s why you were afraid of ruining the moment,” you finished for him and he nodded. “Oh, V,” you sighed, wrapping your arms around him. “You don’t have to say anything until you’re ready.”

“But I want to,” he insisted quietly. “I like you, [y/n]. I like spending time with you. I like how you make me feel…” he huffed a heavy sigh. “I’m terrified of saying what I wanna say and scaring you off--”

“I love you too, Vincent,” you cut in, taking him by surprise and his head snapped up, his eyes seeking yours. “I feel the same way,” you assured him, threading your fingers with his and bringing his hand to your lips.

Before you knew it, his mouth was on yours, his free hand slipping behind your head as he kissed you hesitantly. “I love you so much,” he repeated, and you let go of his hand to slip your arms around him, holding him tightly.

A sharp rapping in threes came at the door, followed by Alex’s impatient voice. “Are you two almost done in there? I have to use the loo and I am not using the public toilets!”

“We better get dressed,” Vincent mumbled, though he couldn’t seem to wipe the dazed smile from his face.

“Yeah, probably,” you agreed, your own cheeks burning from grinning so widely. Sliding off the bed, you reached for your discarded clothes and quickly dressed. “Come find me later, okay?” you murmured, stealing a kiss as Vincent stood to pull up his pants.

You could feel his eyes on you as you stepped into your shoes and opened the door. “Hi Alex,” you greeted, still grinning giddily as you slipped past him.

“What was that about?” he exclaimed, turning to Vincent who was busy making his bed.

“Nothing,” he answered still smiling himself.

Rolling his eyes in exasperation, Alex shut himself in the bathroom, grumbling under his breath.

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joestarwhore · 3 years

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can i please request some more yandere josuke?

OF COURSE!

*ALL CHARACTERS ARE 18+*

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Yan!Josuke x AFAB!Reader (18+)

TW: crying kink, obsession, isolation, name calling & degradation, mentions of yandere!kira x reader themes, personality switch.

DISCLOSURE: i do not condone any of these behaviors, these are extremely unhealthy and not a situation you should ever be okay with being in!

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Cry, little girl.

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The walk on your at home was extremely cold, but that was exactly what you needed. It’s been a month since Kira was killed, & a month and a half since Kira used you as an example in front of the stand users of Morioh.

Your spine shivered at the thought of you on the ground with Killer Queens hand wrapped tightly around your throat, his other hand in position to click down on an invisible trigger. He had taken you hostage in front of everyone, right before he had went into hiding. He had gotten you right where he wanted you, giving you enough bodily damage to make you putty in his hands. All of this had happened because you were the only girl in Kiras entire spree to escape him. He was dead set that if he couldn’t have you, your beautiful hands and your body, then you simply would be a message to this who stood in his way.

You were actually on your way home from therapy, since the Speedwagon foundation had specially sent a therapist for you after the ordeal. Dr. Kujo met with you regularly to check on you, & to do some routine check ups on your wounds. You were often asked why you never let your sweet boyfriend Josuke heal your wounds, & people often asked Josuke the same.

What they didn’t know, is that you had another form of therapy at home.

You took a left turn down the street, the cold air bringing your mind back to the surface as you saw Josukes giant inherited house you both lived in together.

Josukes black silhouetted frame was outlined in the massive bay window, & you could tell he was watching you come to him. The corners of your mouth twitched into an excited smile, because you knew just what was waiting for you at home. You knew you’d hate it when it’d happen, of course. Josukes demeanor had changed after you were beaten, between the day to day and the bedroom activities he was an entirely new person. More possessive, more isolated, & a whole, whole lot more aggressive.

Your legs brought you to your front door, your keys fumbling with the lock to let yourself into the warm estate. The door swung wide, the living room greeting you with dark lo-fi records filling the airs sound. You looked around the corner to see Josuke still facing the window, and his hands resting comfortably in his pocket. Josukes frame resonated a dark energy, & you knew for a fact he knew you were there.

“Hey Jojo, i’m home!” You say over to him, putting your shoulder bag on the chair as you kicked off your sandals towards the end of the couch.

Nothing compared to the moment his head slowly turned and met your eyes with the obsession that you were still getting used to. The darkness that birthed inside your boyfriend was definitely out to play tonight.

“Welcome home baby, did you have a good time?”

You stretched out your hands and arms, your back arching along with them. “Eh, the same as the usual.”

Josuke turned around and faced you, his body slowly migrating over to yours. “Tell me what you talked about.”

“Could I do that later?? I’m kind of exhausted and i was hoping that w-“

Pink and Blue flashed in front of you in an instant. All of a sudden you were on your bed, with Josuke standing menacingly in front of you. “Did I fucking ask, little girl? Did i ask for your input?”

Josukes knee rested on your crotch, the top of it making direct contact with your clit. A gasp made its way out of your throat as you gripped the sheet in anticipation.

“You talked about him didn’t you?” Your heart froze yet beat faster at the same time. “Did you talk about how you get so cute and flustered when your soulmates hand goes anywhere near that pretty throat?” His hand slapped your cheek with a sharp smack, his fingers holding your face still. “Or how wet you get when I open those gashes for you. Or maybe you told him how your biggest fantasy is to be raped by him?”

Your mind was a fog with a little siren telling you that he’s making you believe what he’s saying and it’s not what’s happening, but you didn’t care. “No, I only talked about that night.”

Crazy Diamond punched you in the thigh, the 7 inch long cut reopening and bleeding onto the bed as you screamed in pain. “Thats bullshit and you know it,” he said as he put your legs in a mating press, teasing you with his hard on pressing into your sensitive core. His breath danced on your neck as you felt his lips graze over your neck. “You were fucking terrified. I saw your eyes, the pining for me to save you.”

Tears started to well in your eyes.

Josuke let out a dark, manic laughter, “That’s right, go ahead and cry little girl.” Josuke but the soft part of your neck hard enough to make you scream, the pain and pressure making your body convulse up and press against Josukes chest. His long tongue dragged over the wound, quietly comforting you with his sick, twisted words.

“Do you remember what I did after that, baby? I saved my sweet girl & i made that bad man go away.”

As sadistic as he is now, he risked everything to save you. You had never seen Josuke so driven to do something, CD’s speed that day not even Kira could fight. After the final punch, you remembered that Jotaro, Okuyasu, and Koichi were running for Kira while Josuke was running with you back to his house. Honestly, that was the day he changed. His demeanor was completely dark after dressing your wounds, quiet since you wouldn’t let Crazy D heal your body. You wanted the reminder. It DID happen.

Josukes lips rested on your temple as he gently tugged down your sweats & underwear, cold air hitting your core and making you suck in through your teeth. Josuke cooed in your ear as he told you sweet nothings, making your back arch and your breasts touching his chest.

“Awh you are just too cute, sweetie.” Josuke tugged off his pants that let his 7.5 inches spring free. “My pretty little girl will always be safe as long as she’s with me.”

And with that, Josuke bottomed out deep inside of you.

The moan you released triggered something feral inside of Josuke, your breathing labored as his hand gripped your neck to give him control. His speed against your g-spot made your body convulse around his dick and your eyes roll into the back of your head.

You whined against his shoulder as your stomach built up a knot. Josuke gripped your hair and tugged your head back and met you eye to eye, “No, no baby you look at me, are you gonna cum?? You wanna fucking cum??” His assault on your g-spot became harder, the pleasure coursing through your body making you cry out for josuke.

“Josuke -oh fuck- honey please please ple-“

“Please what baby, you wanna come?!”

Tears ran down your eyes from overstimulation, “YES JOSUKE PLEASE LET ME CUM!!”

And with that, Josuke rapidly bottomed out until your whole body convulsed with an orgasm, letting himself finish inside your heated core.

Josukes breathing was labored along with yours, and his hands stroking your cheeks as he gives you sweet praises. “Good girl, you’re my sweet baby arent you?? My sweet precious angel, no body does it like you do.” Your boyfriends strong arms lifted you up, and put you & himself under the sheets. Your naked frames spooned each other and the sensation of a forehead kiss swept through your body.

“I’ll always come to your rescue. Whether you need me or not, I will always be there. You’re mine, (Y/N). There’s no escaping me, and sure as hell no one is taking you from me.”

Your head rested against his chest as you let out a slow deep breath. “Yes Josuke, I understand. I’m not going anywhere.”

Josuke darkly chuckled as he lightly tugged on the studded necklace he got you for your birthday, his lips pressing against your head. “Good answer baby.”

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high-warlock-of-brooklyn · 3 years

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The Devil's in the details, and Cupid's in STI clinics

Ao3 LINK

Summary: “Come on! We’ll make a day of it!”

“No.”

“It’ll be like when we were kids- like a boy’s night out!”

“No!”

“Come on, Alec!”

“For the last time, and I can’t believe I have to say this, no, I will not go to a STI testing with you!”

Jace is persuasive, Alec really hates his brother, and Cupid is laughing maniacally from wherever that bastard hides from people.

For @shadowhunterbingo Square filled: First Date

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“Come on! We’ll make a day of it!”

“No.”

“It’ll be like when we were kids- like a boy’s night out!”

“No!”

“Come on, Alec!”

“For the last time, and I can’t believe I have to say this, no, I will not go to a STI testing with you!”

Alec rolls his eyes. He puts the last washed dish to dry on the rack, then grabs a kitchen towel to dry his own hands, all the while Jace’s breathing is loud on the speakerphone.

“I’m pretty sure my neighbours can hear you breathing, idiot.” Alec rolls his eyes, switching from speakers to handset with a tap.

“It’s important to stay safe, brother, even if the frequency of someone’s sex life might qualify them for priesthood.”

Alec rolls his eyes. “Fuck you, asshole.”

“Yes and we both need to be tested before anyone does that.” Jace’s chuckle comes out as tinny, the call quality clearly dropping. “Tell me, since when’s the last time you got tested?”

“Last year.” Alec answers after a beat.

“As someone who cares about your physical well being, I am concerned. As someone who cares about your love life, I am concerned with a capital C.”

“You’re insufferable.” Alec rubs his temple wearily. “Fine, I’ll go with you.”

“I’ll pick you up at ten.” Jace says. “Wear sensible shoes.”

“I hate you.”

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Alec does, in fact, hate him at least a tiny bit. Especially since he’s twenty minutes late. In pouring rain. On his only day off in two weeks. Finally at a quarter to eleven, Jace’s old Toyota shows up.

“What the actual fuck, dude!” Alec yells at him as soon as the door opens.

“I’m so fucking sorry, okay?” Jace notices the tremors in Alec, and turns the heat all the way up.

“What the hell happened?” Alec rubs his hands together to generate more body heat. “I’ve called you like a hundred times.”

“The car got stuck. I got down to see what’s wrong, and my phone slipped out of my pocket and into a puddle. Then I saw the tire got punctured. I had to run home and get a stepni.”

“For the love of God.” Alec swears.

“Do you still wanna go today?” Jace asks. “I won’t mind if you say no. I know you’ve been working at the office for weeks straight.”

“I’m fine. Let’s just get this over with.” Alec sighs. “Besides, you’re right. Health is an important issue. Especially if you’re disowned by your parents and have to live on your own without any safety net to fall on if you do accidentally catch something.”

“Hey, you know you always got me and Izzy, right?”

“I know.” Alec gives him a tight nod.

“Hey Alec, you know what I just realized?” Jace smirks with a hidden joke. “You’ve got a friend in me.”

“If you play that song on a loop again I swear to God!” Alec warns.

“Too late!” Jace hits the aux button with a shiteating grin.

Alec groans into his hands. “I hate you so much.”

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“Er- Jace?”

“What?”

“Jace!” Alec hits his brother with his elbow. “What do I say?”

“What do you mean?”

“I can’t just go and say whatever comes to mind!” Alec sounds horrified. “What am I gonna ask, ‘hey come here often?’ Don’t be ridiculous.”

“Just go up and ask about our appointment.” Jace nudges him towards the counter.

“Our appointment was seventy five minutes ago! I can’t just go there and ask about it after we’re so late!” Jace detects the slight panic in Alec’s voice.

“You’re asking them for a rescheduling. With only one other patient in the office waiting. It’s not even that big a deal. Just go up to the counter.”

“We need a game plan.” Alec seems ready to plan a battle from the look of it.

“You goddamn introvert.” Jace shakes his head. “The receptionist is not a monster. They’re not gonna try to eat you for trying to reschedule!”

“Hi there!”

Jace and Alec jump just as the partition slides open all of a sudden, the cheery voice of the receptionist floating through. The pancakes from breakfast sit heavier in Alec’s stomach with every second he spends looking at the receptionist.

“Sorry to jump you both like this.” The beautiful man smiles. “But we’re going on break soon and since we have a birthday party later, we were wondering if we can finish up with all the appointments before we take a long break. I really hope you understand.”

“Oh, yeah, of course, I mean- we totally understand- whatever we can do to- actually you know what, our appointment time’s already over, I mean- how important is a STI checkup? Pff, not much, I’ll say.” Alec chokes out a nervous laugh.

“God, it’s like looking at a trainwreck in slow motion.” Jace covers his eyes with a hand.

“Um….” The receptionist- Magnus, Alec reads the name card- looks between the two of them confusedly.

“What this human disaster here,” Jace sends a disappointed glance towards Alec, “was trying to ask is, can we reschedule an appointment from about an hour and a half ago? We had a flat tire and the rain really blocked the roads.”

“I’m sure I can squeeze you in for a quick swab test.” Magnus smiles sweetly, tapping away at the computer. “Someone will be with you shortly.”

“Thank you.” Alec offers him a small smile.

“So, couples coming together for tests is very good for the relationship.” Magnus nods knowingly. Alec feels like he’s choking on air.

Jace chuckles, sarcasm heavy in his voice. “Oh yeah, we were practically joined at the hips since we were ten. But Chucklebunny here turns out wanted to be joined at the hearts too. He always says I’m the one for him, and vice versa of course.”

“You’re so annoying.” Alec rolls his eyes at Jace’s antics.

“You wuv me.” Jace counters.

“Doesn’t make you any less annoying.”

“Mr Lightwood?” A woman in blue scrubs comes in, a board in hand. “We’re ready for you. Follow me please.”

“Go get’em tiger.” Jace pats Alec as he gets up. Alec gives him the middle finger casually.

“My name's Dr Catarina Loss, I will be doing your exam today. I know this is an invasive procedure so if at any point you feel uncomfortable, just let me know, and I’ll….”

Catarina’s voice wafts away as she directs Alec to the exam room. Jace settles in with a magazine from the table, waiting for his turn.

“Who’s that cute boy with Cat?” Meliorn walks up to Magnus’s station, signing out for his break.

“Alec Lightwood. He’s here to get tested.” Magnus answers forlornly. “With his boyfriend.”

“All the hot ones are taken, huh?” Meliorn sighs.

“Tell me about it.” Magnus nods in agreement.

Simon runs in, chart board in hand. “Magnus, you got my next patient?”

“Shouldn’t you be on your break right now?” Meliorn points out from behind the counter.

“I’m pulling in some extra time.” Simon shrugs. “What? I need the new Nintendo switch.”

“You do you.” Magnus hands him a receipt. “Here you go, patient details.”

“Thanks.” Simon nods before calling out the name. “Uh, Mr Herondale?”

“That’ll be me.” Jace smiles. “Oh hi there.”

“My name’s Simon.” The brunette smiles. “ Please follow me. I’m gonna prep you before Dr Roberts can do your check up.”

“Well, Simon, you can prep me anytime.” Jace winks. Simon’s ears tinge pink with blush as he walks the blonde to an exam room.

“Did he seriously just flirt with Si while his boyfriend’s getting tested?” Magnus looks at their disappearing forms.”Un-freaking-believable.”

“Maybe they’re in a poly relationship, Magnus. Don’t judge.” Meliorn tuts.

“Well, I’m pretty sure Mr. Lightwood's not.” Magnus shares a look with his coworker. “Anyway, you’re right. None of my business.”

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“Overtime is awesome.” Simon practically skips his way towards the reception. “I have a date!”

“Cool!” Meliorn fistbumps the brunette. “Who is it?”

“It’s that patient I prepped for Maia earlier. He plays the piano and he’s coming to see the band later.”

“Did he say anything about who he came with here?” Magnus asks, ignoring the warning look Meliorn sent his way.

“Yeah, he said his brother can take the car and won’t mind if I gave him a lift to the venue after I get off of work. He even joked that his brother would probably be mad that he pulled this. Why?”

“Brother, huh?” Magnus cocks an eyebrow. Meliorn looks at him pointedly. “What! He asked out Simon. That makes it our business.”

“What are you talking about?” Simon looks between the two, confused.

“Hi again.” Alec walks up to the counter. “Do you have the payment receipt for me?”

“Hello.” Magnus turns to look at Meliorn shaking his head one last time, before deciding to just day fuck it to professionalism. “Can I talk to you privately for a moment?”

“Uh, sure.” Alec nods, clearly thrown off track. Magnus walks up to the waiting lounge away from the counter, Alec hot on his heels.

“Is there anything wrong with my test?” Alec asks, distraught. “I know I should get checked at least every six months, but last year’s been so busy and I-”

“It’s not about your test. I’m so sorry, it must’ve seemed like that.” Magnus smiles apologetically. “We won’t have the results till tomorrow anyway.”

“Oh.” Alec's expression clears for a moment, before turning more confused. “What did you need to speak to me about then?”

“It’s about your boyfriend.” Magnus takes a deep breath. “I think he’s cheating on you.”

“What?” Alec asks, looking a little lost.

“I know, I’m so sorry.” Magnus winces. “I probably shouldn’t have been so blunt. It’s a terrible thing to hear, I know. He asked out one of our nurses and I had to tell you.”

“Um.” Alec offers his input in the conversation, ever so eloquently.

“One of my coworkers told me you guys could probably be poly, which again, is fine, but after those things your boyfriend said about you thinking he’s the one for you, and vice versa, I just had to say something.”

“Wait. You-” Alec narrows his eyes. “I’m not poly. I don’t have a boyfriend. We’re not dating.”

“Oh my God, please tell me you guys aren’t married.” Magnus feels horrified. “Simon’s gonna be devastated if he finds out.”

“Who the hell is Simon?” Alec feels the conversation is changing every other second. “What are you talking about?”

“Hey Alec, there you are!” Jace walks in, car keys spinning in his finger. “Can you take the car home? This cute nurse gets off duty in ten minutes and we have sort of a date, if you catch my drift.”

“Are you serious right now?” Magnus’s eyebrows threaten to vanish into his hairline. “Talking about cheating right in front of the man you married?”

“Married?” Jace looks at Alec, questions clear on his face. “What is he talking about, Alec?”

“I don’t know exactly.” Alec looks back at Magnus. “We’re not married. We’re not dating. He’s free to date all the people he wants.”

“What?” Now it’s Magnus’s turn to lose track of the conversation.

“Yeah, and it’s almost double the amount of people because my brother here never actually goes out to date.”

“I’m busy with work, okay!” Alec protests weakly.

“Wait, hold on. Brothers?” Magnus looks at the two. “You two look nothing alike.”

“I’m adopted.” Jace clarifies.

“Oh.” Realization finally dawns on Magnus. “Wait, then why did you say those things earlier?”

“I was joking?” Jace shrugs. “I thought it was obvious.”

“Oh, my God.” Magnus tries to hide his face behind his hands. “I am so, so sorry. Oh God what have I done! Please don’t report me.”

“You were just trying to save someone from a bad relationship.” Jace shrugs. “Nothing to report.”

“Better a false alarm this time than an actual abusive one slipping by next time.” Alec smiles. “Though watching DuckTales with Jace snoring should qualify as abuse on its own.”

“Rude.” Jace glares at his brother, mumbling something about bloodthirsty beasts. “Listen, it’s been about ten minutes and I really think I have a shot with Simon. I gotta go.”

“I’ll take the car home, don’t worry.” Alec nods. “You can come by tomorrow to get it.”

“Thanks, bro.” Jace pulls Magnus aside while Alec finishes up with payment at the counter. “We good here?”

“Yeah we’re good.” Magnus gives him a nod of acknowledgement. “Sorry I accused you of cheating. On your brother.”

“It’s cool.” Jace shrugs. “Speaking of brother, you should ask mine out.”

“You think he’d be interested?” Magnus looks back at the man signing some papers at the counter.

“I think he started stammering when he saw you first, he couldn’t be gayer if a very gay spider bit him, and lastly,” Jace spares a glance at his brother, “he’s the best man I’ve ever known. He deserves someone who can look out for him. Like you did today.”

“Besides, there’s nothing wrong with a little fun at least.” Jace shrugs. “I’m pretty sure Alec’s forgotten what that word even means.”

“I’m over at the counter, not in a different room you idiot. I can still hear you.” Alec’s glare is imminent. “And I’m plenty of fun. It’s just yours and mine definition varies. By a lot.”

“Is that so?” Magnus cocks an eyebrow. “I have two tickets to the ice skating rink tomorrow. Maybe you could join me, that is, if it fits your definition of fun?”

“Yeah.” Alec smiles. “I’d like that.”

“Now are you glad I dragged you here?” Jace’s eyebrow wiggle meets Alec’s death stare.

“I still hate you.”

#shadowhunterbingo #shadowhunters #the shadowhunter chronicles #magnus bane #alec lightwood #malec #malec fic #jace herondale #simon lewis #meliorn #tsccreatenet #jay.fic

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olivetreehugger · 3 years

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SnK Scouts/Veterans as Health Care Workers

Note: features Eren, Mikasa, Armin, Jean, Connie, Sasha, Levi, Erwin and Hange. A part two to my “SnK Warriors as HCWs” post found here. warning: mentions of blood, trauma, gore (it’s healthcare). Also, I know Hange is nb, I headcanon them as female, so I will be using she/her pronouns.

Eren: this boy is definitely too involved in everything and has too many people depending on him at once to not be a nurse. The kid barely passed the NCLEX but that didn’t stop him from applying to every trauma center within a 25 mile radius of him. He got hired as a night shift trauma ICU nurse and he frequently picks up shifts in the ER. He wears the cheapest scrubs he can find, often stained with ink in the pockets area. He isn’t a shitty nurse per se but there are tasks that still need to be done at the end of his shift and he gives a crappy report that’s missing too many details. Nurses hate picking up his patients, it’s always a mess. His charting is really spotty and he gets called into the manager’s office all the time to fix it.

Still, he tries really hard to improve his time management and skills. He wants to be like his friends Mikasa and Reiner, who are the best nurses he knows. He wants to be involved in the traumatic cases and emergencies because he wants to learn as much as he possibly can. He’s really good at wound care, for some reason (hint hint). He’s kinda cocky sometimes too, which can be troublesome when Dr. Galliard is working. People know to steer clear of those two when they’re both in the ER. Also, Eren always has a black cloud around him; whenever he works it’s gonna be a hella busy day in the hospital. Lots of emergency surgeries, intubations, codes and deaths. He’ll always jump in to help you if your patient is crashing, though, no matter how busy he is.

Mikasa: she’s a prodigy. She was a straight ‘A’ student in nursing school, got a perfect 75 on the NCLEX and was immediately hired to the trauma ICU after doing a short internship there. She worked night shift for a year but her sleep schedule was so so fucked she started having night terrors, so she switched to day shift. Eren still calls her a traitor for it :/. She keeps trying to get him to switch over but he just hisses at her and threatens to chug a case of Monster energy drinks. She hasn’t given upon him yet, though.

This girl’s work ethic is beyond measure. She comes in exactly at 6:30 am, looks up her patients, takes report, gives a great update to the doctors when they round, and provides impeccable care to her patients. She knows exactly which treatments the doctors will order before they even speak. She’s incredible at inserting IVs--everyone in the hospital knows Mikasa Ackerman can put an 18g in a 90 yr old lady’s arm AND get blood return (just trust me, it’s flipping impossible). She has great skill when it comes to emergency situations and is a big believer in team work. If she notices your patient’s crashing and you don’t know what to do, she’ll calmly coach you and save your patient, too. All before lunch time.

It doesn’t take Mikasa long to be promoted to charge nurse. When she’s in charge all the reports, paperwork and audits are completed before shift change. She divides the patient assignments really well and is very fair to the new grads. All around she’s an incredible nurse and leader on her unit, but don’t be fooled. If it’s been a rough day, Mikasa will get in her car and sob so loud her throat goes raw. A lot of people depend on her and working in a trauma ICU is really, really demanding. A lot of patients are demanding, rude and busy. She has a lot of trouble with stress management and is thinking of cutting her hours down so she can catch a break. Someone please hug her <3

Armin: for some reason my brain is just SCREAMING respiratory therapist. Like, I imagine this beautiful blond boy in gray scrubs (the color for RT’s in my hospital) going around helping intubate patients, giving nebulizer treatments and doing blood gases. I can just see him huffing and puffing when the attending doctor is overzealous about weaning vent support. -“Why are we changing the patient to pressure support? do you see how tachypneic he is on volume control?”

-“are you gonna put in the order? if not, your patient’s gonna be on PRVC all day, I’m not changing it without an order”

-“Doc, the patient looks like crap and their blood gas looks like death...oh, you still wanna extubate? ok, well I’m gonna leave the ventilator in here just in case. better yet, let me call a pastor in here, too.”

This kid is sassy af and he knows it. He’s smart af too, knows everything there is to know about the lungs and respiratory care. Knows every ventilator mode better than most doctors. Will certainly tell a resident off for ordering the wrong type of inhaler for a patient. He’s so damn intelligent that he even made the ice queen Annie melt like a popsicle.

He has no chill when it comes to his patients and even less chill (like -4078875874670) when a doctor gets in his way. For this reason, Armin has recently been toying with the idea of going to PA school so he can have a little more autonomy. He works al over the hospital, usually frequenting the trauma, CV, and medical ICU. The nurses there love him.

Jean: Jeannie boy. Baby. Sweetie. He’s also a nurse. He is strictly dayshift and trauma. When he first started, he thought he’d do a year in the ICU and then go to CRNA school. He didn’t want to be around sickly patients with hopes and dreams and fears--it was too icky for him. But, over time, he learned that he LOVED trauma. Jean loves the controlled chaos that comes with the ugly, bloody messes that roll in through the ICU’s doors. He always gears up for trauma season (summer time) by bringing Dunkin Donuts iced coffee for everyone on the unit (day and night shift because he’s a supportive king). He gets really good at dealing with arrogant trauma residents and ortho docs who think they’re hot shit. When Jean sees a resident yelling at a nurse, he jumps in and threatens to have their license revoked. He will dig under their skin and page them incessantly throughout the day, too, just to get back at them. Jean is not a fan of lateral violence in the workplace, no sir.

He always, always makes sure every room is stocked and new bags are hanging for the next shift. He has a thing where if things aren’t properly organized on the unit his brain just spazzes. He’s on the unit council and education committee because he also loves to teach the new grads. He also doubles as charge nurse, when management can’t be there (there can be one or more charge nurses amongst the staff, they usually work different days, though) He and Mikasa work so well together, teaming up to get tasks done, coding patients, running them down to get scanned, etc. People joke they’re the mom and dad of the unit. It makes them both blush <3 (Eren doesn’t like it, lol)

Jean loves to see patients healing from horrendous injuries, he’s constantly cracking jokes with the awake patients to try to make them feel better, and he’s really good at calming anxious family members down. Our boy just makes such good connections with people. He’s the guy you call when your confused patient is one second away from ripping his breathing tube out. He can convince the most restless, agitated patient to chill out. He’s got the voice for it. Also people love his mullet. It looks great.

Connie: I really didn’t know at first but I feel like Connie would make a great physical therapist. He’s got great energy, he’s funny and I could see him dancing to Earth, Wind & Fire in front of his patients to hype them up for therapy. He’d be very sweet with them

Sasha: I’m sick and tired of the food jokes, quite honestly. She’s more than that. In my mind, she’s an occupational therapist, helping disabled patients learn to feed, dress and clean themselves again. She works directly with Connie as they round on all their patients in the hospital, they make a great team! She’s extremely patient and would make a very good nurse, but is unsure of where life is taking her. That is until she meets Niccolo the dietician in the cafeteria, and she falls hard. He encourages her to follow her heart and she does!

Levi: Hm. This one stumped me. Levi is a bit...cold. It’s not like he has incredible social skills. He’s meticulous and focused and kinda mean? He reminds me of an anesthesiologist, tbh. Like he’ll sedate the shit outta you for surgery, makes sure you don’t die on the table, and then drops you off to the unit as fast as he can. He never takes off his mask while in the hospital and he scrubs maybe four times before surgery. He is very good at medication calculations and knows everything about nerve blocks, intubation, pain medication and sedation. He can look at a person and just KNOW what kind of sedative to give and how much. Your blood pressure will never bottom out while he’s there, he’ll warn the surgeon and immediately get that norepinephrine started.

If Zeke is the one operating, Levi is on his ass to finish up the surgery ASAP and to not linger, because Zeke takes his time and ignores the tele monitor alarming in the background. After surgery, this 5′2 demon will scream at the 6′ resident about the importance of blood pressure management and sedation in neurosurgical patients. Levi plays no games and he also just really hates Zeke lol

He seems like a jerk but genuinely cares about getting his peeps through surgery. His favorite surgeon to work with is Hange Zoe, because she’s brilliant and fast, but also cognizant of her patient’s hemodynamics. Levi likes taking trauma cases as long as it’s with her. When he drops a patient off to the trauma ICU or goes there to intubate, he makes sure Jean or Mikasa are there because he knows everything is gonna go smoothly. He trusts them a lot. He likes Armin, too and even let him intubate a few times. On his breaks, he’s drinking tea and reading a Williams & Sonoma catalog or scrolling through cleaning Tik Tok lol.

Erwin: This man. This beautiful and hunky beefcake. Omg. I HC him as someone who went to nursing school, became a charge nurse on the trauma unit back in the early 2000′s and fell in love with it. Erwin would eventually fall in love with leadership and educating, too. He went back to school and earned his Doctorate of Nursing Practice (a practice doctorate). He managed the trauma unit for ten years before his brilliant leadership skills and wicked smart brain got him elected as the Director of Trauma Surgery recently. He is the first person with a nursing degree and DNP to ever accomplish this, so it’s very controversial. A lot of toxic doctors threaten to leave the hospital for this (because they’re assholes), but Erwin threatens to fire them in response and it usually shuts them up.

He often holds lectures in the hospital auditorium. With a mind and voice like his, people are so drawn in by him. He advocates for nursing staff, for reimbursement when continuing their education, better staffing, parking, etc. He makes nice with doctors and gets them to sign petitions for the nurses to get these things. He’s a bit manipulative He’s also a fantastic manager and director, he’s really good at negotiating things. The nurses and residents all love him because he rounds on every ICU frequently, brings food, and asks them how he can help. He can be a bit daunting because of his height and deep voice but once he starts talking to you, you just get sucked in. All around an absolute king.

Hange: This character reminds me of a trauma surgeon and intensivist (ICU doctor) we have, Dr. Omi. A great surgeon, really really smart, but takes absolutely NO bullshit. She will yell at you if you freeze during intubating. She wants you to recite every step before you take it, otherwise she’ll take the tube from you and do it herself. In surgery, she’s the same way. She wants you to learn, but by her standards. If she asks a question, you better know the answer or fess up right away, she doesn’t like the “uhms” of uncertainty as you try to search for a shitty response. Either you know it or you don’t. And if you don’t, she’ll teach you. Yeah she can be rough around the edges, but she’s got a big heart. She loves her trauma team. She buys them breakfast and gives them funny personalized gifts. One time, she bought an apply tree for Mikasa and brought it to her car at the end of a shift. Mikasa forgot to plant it and it died in her backseat. Hange will sometimes ask, “Mikasa, how’s your apple tree growing?” and Mikasa will lie through her teeth. “It’s growing!” Fess up, Mikasa. Those google search apple trees are starting to look familiar.

All around Hange loves to work and teach. She is a wonderful trauma surgeon and has saved tons of lives.

#snk headcanons #attack on titan #eren jaeger #mikasa ackerman #armin arlert #jean kirstein #connie springer #sasha braus #levi ackerman #erwin smith #hange zoe #lama writes

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lucky-sevens · 4 years

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on doctor carmilla and her relationship to the mechanisms

welcome to my carmilla analysis post! all her lore is too big a subject to handle in one post, so i’m starting with this more specific one and seeing where it goes!

the main thing i’m going to be talking about here is the fan interpretation of her. i’ve collected all the evidence that supports fanon carmilla*, and i’m going to use it to discuss why fandom interpretation, while it has a basis, could be better done/more accurate to the character. i’m collecting evidence here both to support the fan interpretation and criticize it; this is very much not a discourse post, it’s an analysis post!

*i’m defining this as unnecessary experiments on and/or further abuse of the mechanisms.

(that being said, please don’t make her racist/ableist/homophobic; i’ve seen far too much of that, and it makes me incredibly uncomfortable as she is a disabled japanese lesbian and is also most likely trans. i mostly see this in modern aus, but it’s in ‘canon compliant’ works as well- the largest offender here is the popular headcanon that she forced jonny to change his accent to a british one, which for what i hope are obvious reasons given this section doesn’t sit right with me.)

rest under the cut! warnings for medical trauma, including non-consensual drugging and mind alteration, and discussions of abuse (both from a parental figure and from a significant other). it gets heavy; please stay safe!

first off: this isn’t really on the lore of her backstory, but i will touch upon that occasionally as it’s important to understanding her character! i would really suggest to listening to exhumed and (un)plugged (bandcamp / youtube) and ageha (prototype edition) (bandcamp / youtube) and reading her wiki page to get a grasp of the deeper lore; not necessarily before reading this, but definitely if you’re planning to make her a major character in your work.

we only have two first-hand sources into carmilla’s interactions with the mechanisms; lashings (part one / part two / transcript) and homesick (video / transcript). in both of those, we see that the mechanisms- or at least jonny and nastya- are very uncomfortable with and/or afraid of her. lashings has a few examples of this, regarding nastya; her tone is noticeably quiet and cold whenever she speaks to carmilla and near the end of the show, carmilla hugs her from behind without warning, making her freeze up.

homesick is even clearer in this regard- after the song is performed, carmilla and jonny have this exchange, which i’ve copied from the transcript in its entirety as it’s all potentially relevant.

[JONNY] (very, legitimately afraid) ALRIGHT ALRIGHT- Stop stop stop stop stop, whoa whoa whoa okay okay okay- I can’t take it anymore! Are you going to kill us or not? Cause I’m (stuttering)- It’s lovely when we’re playing songs, and it's great. But we shot- well, one of us, shot you out of an airlock, and I wanna know. What are you going to do to us? Other than killing me?

[DOC C] Now is not the time, Jonny, I’m feeling a bit tetchy.

[JONNY] Watch it. You’re- you’re planning something. Something.

[DOC C] Medication time.

[JONNY] Yes-- (cutoff)

the video ends here. the lines at the end are most likely a leadup to the song welcome to medi bay co, but given carmilla’s tone in the recording, it could also be a threat towards him. this implies she has non-consensually drugged him in the past. his conviction that she was going to kill him also suggests that that has happened as well.

from this, we can conclude carmilla’s actions in the common fanon are not out of character, but her motives and thoughts towards the mechanisms could often be considered so. the default motivation for her seems to be to experiment- she’s driven out of boredom or curiosity, and is simply using the mechanisms as test subjects. there are a few cases to directly cite in canon of her experimenting on someone (out of something other than necessity so that they survived)- the first one is from exhumed, and is not in reference to the mechanisms, but instead a clone of herself (x). (i won’t elaborate too much on the post i linked as a source here, but it’s very interesting and i’d suggest giving it a read!)

doesn’t fit too much here, but you know what does?

Highly amused by the moral ambiguity of the events leading to his supposed demise – where both Brian and the priest believed themselves to have the moral high ground, she rebuilt Brian with a slight modification – an inbuilt morality core, with two settings.

brian’s switch. the bio straight-up says she made it out of amusement, which is a huge issue as anyone can flip it (except brian himself; don’t have the source on hand, but there was a post a while back that mentioned it was on the small of his back, which he can’t reach) and it changes his entire mindset!

however! this is the only case of something like this happening!

maki has said that carmilla cared for the mechanisms, and considered them her adopted children. while the evidence i’ve noted earlier almost becomes worse with that knowledge, it’s a different mindset than test subjects.

this is getting into a bit more of personal thoughts/headcanons, but we know carmilla had a lot of trouble with healthy relationships, including familial ones. she could wholeheartedly care about the mechanisms, and just not know how to form an actually positive relationship with them. in addition, if you view my personal headcanon that carmilla made loreli into a vampire instead of the other way round, she sure does have a problem with people she’s attached to dying, doesn’t she? she’s more sympathetic in general than she tends to be painted, and she has had good interactions with the mechanisms. (mostly drawing on what maki has said on the mechscord for this- sadly, invites are currently closed).

not elaborating on it too much here, as there’s a lot to unpack vis a vis lore and red stringing, but it’s also likely that carmilla does grow and change and get better as a person- she left the mechanisms most likely of her own volition, as maki has said she ‘didn’t leave via the airlock’, and made an active effort to fix her past mistakes. this is in contrast to the other mechanisms (except possibly brian) who never make any kind of effort to stop being terrible people. (may write a meta/lore explanation on this eventually, but it’s too large a topic to cover here!)

tl;dr: carmilla was abusive towards the mechanisms, but she was more likely to be well-meaning, rather than bored or curious.

#the mechanisms #the mechs #dr carmilla #my posts #meta #compiliation post #kinda

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tots-insane-ee · 3 years

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uh. hcs for being on a long car trip with the warners?

Long car trip with the Warners would include:

Reminder: This is completely platonic and just pure fluff. Reader is gender-neutral and not species specific

Oh boy-

Okay, so we all know, based on the “I’m mad” segment from the original series how they would act in this situation… normally

These kids just don’t like sitting still in confined spaces for too long

And also sibling shenanigans

But now that you are here it kinda shakes a few things up

It was actually Dr. Scracthansniff’s idea to go on a trip, he felt guilty about tricking the puppy children back in “Hindenburg cola” and they haven’t talked properly in 20 years. He wants to make up to them

BUT! He’s worried about things that can go wrong, because A) he knows what these kids are like and B) he thinks they might be mad at him

That’s where you come into the picture

“Please, Mrs. Y/n!” Scratchy would beg, following after you on his knees “I know we don’t know each other that much, but the kids like you and trust you. They would be so much happier and I’m sure it would be much more safer if you come along as well”

You didn’t plan on saying “no”. A trip and potential adventure with your zany friends?? Hell yeah! But you also felt kinda bad for the psychologist

He let you choose the place where you all will spend the day

You both went to the water tower the next day to help Yakko, Wakko and Dot getting ready

Let me tell you, when they saw you with Scratchansniff that morning next to the car, their excitement already left the charts

The mood quickly changed

Oh, but bold of you to assume that this is gonna be easy, oh you poor soul

You guys were going with Scratchy’s car and he was driving.

Problem number 1: Who’s gonna sit in the passenger seat? You guys haven’t even left the movie lot, the argument already started

“Y/n gonna sit in the middle, but that means one of us has to be in the front seat.” “Well, Yakko, we all know what that means, right?” “Uhhhh no. I don’t know what you’re talking about.” “Me and Wakko are too young and short to sit in the passenger seat, it’s the law. It can only be you.” “What?! That’s not fair.” “Sorry bro, the rules are the rules.” “When did we ever care about the rules?? I refuse.” “Oh, so you mean you want Y/n to sit there? If you can’t sit with her you don’t want any of us to sit with her?” “Booo, selfish!” “No, I’m not!” “Yes, you are!” “Nuh-uh!” “You are-”

In the end, you agreed that Yakko stays in the backseat and you’ll switch places with him on the way back. He will be bitter about it but oh well

Now you all can actually go

It was nice and dandy and peaceful-

“You poked me with your elbow in my side!” “No I didn't!” “Yes you did!” “Nuh-uh!” “You did!” “You're lying, don't deny it!” “Oh, I'm gonna hit you.” “Yeah, just try it.” “Will both of you be quiet?!-”

Ahhh… it has truly been a beautiful 5 minutes...

“You guys wanna play games?” Okay, now you got their attention “Oh, danke Gott…” Scratchy would say, letting out a relieved sigh

Scavenger hunt, I spy, would you rather, barkochba, whisper challenge, finish my sentence, never have I ever, punch buggy… you name it all!

Really competitive rock-paper-scissors sessions

“Cows on my side!” “Wakko… that’s a dalmatian.”

There was an attempt for “the quiet game”, they didn’t last for 10 seconds

Just imagine singing along to the songs from the radio together

“Are we there yet? I'm tired. I'm hungry. How far? My nose is snotty. Need to move my body. Gotta use the potty. Better stop the car.” And so you guys stopped at a gas station, got some snacks too

They, no matter what they are doing or eating, won’t get car sick.

(Will take care of you if you do. They were surprisingly prepared for that?? Like get you some water and rub your back gently, brushing the hair away from your face if you throw up)

“Stop it!” “No, you stop it!” ”Why can't you both just drop it?!” “Well, he started it!” “Oh, yeah, I'm really sure, uh-huh” “Na-ah!” “Uh-uh!”

As I said, they really can’t handle sitting in one place for too long

Once reaching your destination, they realized where exactly they are. It’s the same circus where Scratchy took them to one time

They would give you and Scratchansniff both a big hug and a kiss, then grab you by the hand to show you everything

The day passed away faster than you guys thought, it’s always this way when you have fun. The sun was setting and it was time to go home

The Warners apologized for arguing too much and they all took their seats, now you sitting between Wakko and Dot, and Yakko in the passenger seat

The ride back home was quiet. Both Wakko and Dot fell asleep next to you, leaning their heads onto your shoulders, curling next to your side.

“Thanks for today, toots” Yakko whispered with a tired grin on his face. He turned around and reached his hand out so he could gently ruffle his sibs’ head. “The circus was your idea, wasn’t it?” You only flashed him a knowing smile, feeling sleepy as well. He poked your cheek in response before turning to Scratchansniff.

“Thanks to you too, Doc. I thought you forgot about this place.” “There’s nothing to thank. And how could I forget? We had so much fun that time as well. Also, truly… I missed you kids.” “Awe, we missed you too, old man”

You fell asleep listening to their talking, holding the other two Warners close

The next trip just can’t come soon enough

#animaniacs #animaniacs 2020 #yakko warner #wakko warner #dot warner #animaniacs and reader #animaniacs headcanons #dr scratchansniff #ask #speaking from pure experience #legit almost every car trip with my siblings were like this

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kl07shifts · 2 years

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The Time I shifted To A Kidnapping...

Trigger warning: Yes I will be talking about kidnapping events, so please don't read if your triggered by that kind of area. Okay so my DR that I want too shift too is MHA, no I never intended to shift too a kidnapping.. But I believe that this occured because idiot me decided to watch a true crime kidnapping story right before I tried to shift. Yeah, know how people meditate before? Not me apparently, I watch true crime- So um anyway... Lets continue. So I slept with the intention to shift. I had a dream that was just a dream, basically me at some baseball game, for some reason I have too go under surgery so my 6th grade teacher straps me too the bed and is sleep gassing me. Immedietely at that moment I was like 'waitttt this isnt real, this a dream, I wanna shift, this goinna be easy with the gas..' so I let the gas put me to sleep and started affirming 'I am shifting' over and over again for about 10 seconds. So then I woke up in a room. It was a bedroom that had a similar layout too my mha dorm room. So I felt the carpet under me and I was like I shifted, I shifted, I shifted, I was very excited. My heart was pounding. Then I was like 'before I get too excited I have to ground myself' as my friend had told me that was the reason I had gotten taken out of a shift before. So I grabbed the blanket and like clapped my hands together and I was like 'well um thats good enough' Yeah I know Im so great at this stuff, right? Okay so then I looked around the room and I was nitpicking like 'hm yeah no my bed should be 30 cm to the right, the door should be over there' but it still did look kinda similar so I was just like eh I'll fix it later kind of thing, yknw? Okay so then I walked out and was like 'Shigaraki bae Im coming-' and then I was like 'tf no ones here' In my script, there was supossed to be the dekusquad hanging out, and I was goinna go with them to the school caf, and it was morning. However instead it was a layout *similar* to the UA common rooms, but just like my dorm, it was a little warped. Also instead it was night. I looked outside and saw a light suddenly turn on out in the darkness and I saw that some guy was breaking in with weapons and a sack over his back, which I immedietely presumed was to kidnap me. No this person who had come to kidnap me was not a character from mha or from any media that I know of. It was just some random guy that looked like jeffrey dahmer if he had a longer nose, and black hair. He was ugly. If your goinna kidnap me.. cmon at least be ghostface. Ok so um anyway- I start running to the back of the place frantically thinking :"frick frick I shifted but to the wrong fucking reality" and now Im still a dumbass so Im thinking my safeword and it doesnt work. I did think to say it but I didnt wanna say anything bc the guy was there and I didnt want him to hear me just in case. So the whole time I am just fucking terrified. My heart is racing, Im just thinking I have to get out of there. Im running all over the place. Okay so basically Im just petrified for maybe around a minute, until the guy gets up and immedietely finds me bc I didnt hide that well. So he starts running toward me and Im tryna get away, so i try to jump out a window dead by daylight style, but uh.. its not dead by daylight.. its me.. so I do it way too slow and the guy grabs me, at that moment I think "I want to stop the shift, take me out of here" So with the intention to leave, I literally IMMEDIETELY felt 0 stuff, I stopped thinking straight. It went from first person to third person. It switched to a dream, not even a lucid one. Just a dream. The rest of the dream plays out and I get kidnapped basically and taken to some random cave like place with some other girl crying. So yeah, this was rather terrifying. But uh I shifted-? Im very sure this was a shift due to the fact that I could feel everything, and unlike lucid dreams/regular dreams, I could think straight. Anyway, Im now more confident then ever that I will soon shift to my MHA Dr! I know that everyone else reading this will shift as well, I am

manifesting it! See ya guys in the next post.

#realityshifting #shiftedtothewrongreality #shiftedtoakidnapping #shiftedtoakidnappingonaccident #mhashiftingsorta #desired reality #shiftingstorytime #storytime #realityshiftingstories #realityshiftingstorytime

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hhuta · 3 years

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every day i think about how they changed the le bien qui fait mal and l'assasinphonie choreography so salieri wasn't dancing close with sexy half naked men. do we know why. i have tried and failed to pinpoint an exact time. i feel like im going insane. they no homoed a dance

anon.. i think about that daily too... im so happy someone else loves the original choreos like i do 😭 it took me a while to reply cuz i was on a mission to answer ur questions as best as i could. so... finally... here is what i found out:

first of all if u wanna read my rant about the changes, in general, here are the posts about le bien qui fait mal and l'assasymphonie

second of all "do we know why" is a good question. meaning i dont have an answer dlkjaskl i just now started to learn french so if they ever talked about it in a video, or something... i missed it. so right away im telling u that i can only offer my guesses.

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starting with LE BIEN QUI FAIT MAL, as i said in that post i linked, i tried to figure out whether they only degayed it for the 2011 proshot or not and i found out that no, the changes were also present in live performances.

then an anon told me massimiliano (the dancer who manhandles salieri) couldnt be at the 2011 proshot recording. i checked the video and he really wasnt there at all, but that still doesnt fully explain things, bc as u will see from my extensive, very professional research, unlike in the 2011 proshot, in live 2011 shows massimiliano was there, performing, in other parts of the musical. just not during lbqfm. i know he is an irreplaceable icon, so much that i couldnt find a single video where he wasnt the one manhandling salieri (even tho other dancers, from other parts of the choreo, kept switching), but to me its now clear that that was not the case. they really just decided to change the choreo.

so now lets see how it all progressed

for that its helpful to know the dates of mor performances. based on that i was insane enough to watch as many videos as i could to try to pinpoint when the choreo changed. except it wasnt that simple. i quickly found out that a loootttttt of other changes happened before that major one, before massimiliano left. so here it is

THE LBQFM CHOREO CHANGES I NOTICED

03.01.2010 last PDS performance, still the original

6, 26 february 2010 original

11 march 2010 original (massimiliano's skirt fell off 😭)

20 march 2010 original

8 may 2010 original

9 may 2010 not so much the original anymore. this is the first change i've noticed. @1:28 originally its a male dancer who bends back salieri and then there are 2 men and 2 women who .. idk how to describe it, but do that push and pull motion. here one of the guys is not there

(10, 11, 12 no performances)

13, 15, 16 may 2010 now the other guy is gone too, only women left (but the dancer is not really gone. im pretty sure hes there, doing another thing next to them)

(cannot find a video from the 17th, that was the last performance in lyon)

performances at zenith de saint etienne begin at the 21st but i couldnt find a video from it

22 may 2010 original again (sidenote salieri is really unhinged here)

27 may 2010 change. female dancer who's usually interacting with salieri during the first verses isnt there, just massimiliano. not sure if its the same woman who calls him during the bridge and moves him thru the dancers but anyways shes also not there, he walks around alone. so when the Climax happens, again, only massimiliano is there grabbing him

31 may 2010 and 6, 10, 13 and 19 june 2010 another change. the female dancer is back, but during "j'adore l'avoir dans la peau" usually there are two dancers next to him mimicking playing a harp with their bodies but not this time

now the dates that matter the most i cant find a single videeooo 🤡 which are the performances in limoges (25, 26 and 27 june 2010) so all i can say is that

3 july 2010 is the first time i could find that massimiliano wasnt there. aka the degayed choreo. but i cant say if it is the first. also the original choreo for the "j'adore..." part is back again. thats the only performance they did in nancy and its also the last tour performance from 2010. a bunch of people were at the curtain call, even albert cohen was there, so its very weird that massimiliano was absent. im so mad i couldnt find those videos from late june bc all i got is just one video of him not being there, which makes me think he just couldnt be there so they had to change the choreo

9 november 2010 they are back in PDS and its the original again (also this is just for me but he still has the original cravat here. im trying to kill two birds with one stone)

2 december 2010 original (salieris beautiful cravat is gone 😔but this is one of my fave videos)

5, 11 december 2010 still the original

12 december 2010 changes again 😭 "j'adore..." harp dancers are gone again

14 december 2010 they are back <3 (funny video bc mikelangelo forgets to give florent the score)

18 december 2010 NOW HERE ITS WHERE IT GETS INTERESTING. a little change. massimiliano is there at the beginning, he drags salieri around but then hes gone before the first verse starts! and he doesnt come back !!! harp dancers are still there tho lmao

19 december 2010 massimiliano is fully gone 🎻 yamin even replaced him during la mascarade, like it happens in the 2011 proshot. i think since this date this change became the standard for a while, before they went back to the original. in the meantime, im guessing its when they shot the 2011 proshot

26 december 2010 still just the female dancer

4, 8 january 2011 still just the female dancer

9 january 2011 still just the female dancer but because it was the last performance in paris, before going on tour again, she has a whip for funsies. also they added, at the end, 2 female dancers sorta removing and quickly putting back salieris coat

28 january 2011 first tour performance, still just the female dancers. and i was not paying attention to this before, but i noticed for the first time in this video the 2 women dancing together, like they show for 2 seconds in the 2011 proshot. lesbian rights <3 i dont think it was part of the original choreo? its hard to tell exactly when they added that bc people usually record salieri, not the dancers, and hes not next to them when it happens (its before the bridge)

4, 5, 6 february 2011 still just the female dancer. but unlike before, this time (but idk exactly when it began) massimiliano was there for other parts of the show; yamin and other people didnt replace him (on the 4th: im pretty sure hes present in l'assasymphonie) (on the 5th: hes in la mascarade, le trublion, etc)

so. they really just changed it. massimiliano not being able to perform wasnt the case. we have to accept that they made a mistake <333 ldkajslk

19, 20, 27 february 2011 the original is back

19, also 19, 20, 23, 26 march 2011 it changed a little again but massimiliano is still there. no one bends salieri back and just one guy and one woman do the push and pull motion. also i think around here they removed the two women dancing together? maybe i just cant see it

20 mai 2011 original back once again

01 april 2011 .................... clearly an aprils fools joke bc massimiliano is gone again. i randomly picked this date cuz i knew it would be cursed dlkjaslk.. also again salieri doesnt get bent back and just 2 dancers do the push and pull... u knOW IT !!! WE GET IT !!!!! ok but i love him dramatically sighing and falling on the floor at @2:58 hes doing the most to make up for the flavour that got lost

03.06.2011 original again

12.06.2011 just massimiliano, no female dancer. im obsessseedddd with this video fully bc of the things massimiliano does!! obsessed with his evil smile @0:48, obsessed with salieri forgetting to throw the score on the floor, so massimiliano grabs it from his hand and forces him to kneel and stand up again. can u tell im a massimilianator and the choreo without him has no chance to please me?

17.06.2011 back to the original again

now im gonna skip to the very last performance from this production bc im honestly tired lkdajskl

10 july 2011 its the original thank god

TL;DR: 19 december 2010 is when the degayed choreo became the standard for a bit and on 19 february 2011 the original returns.

im confident that watching all those videos in a short period of time gave me brain damage but .. anything for science <3

ANYWAYS i started to do this to figure out why they changed It only to realise they changed A Lot of other things throughout performances (some things i didnt even mention, like the dance the woman does next to salieri during the first verse changes a lot) and they kept going back and forth to the original choreo. i think i can safely say not a single part (involving salieri) remained the same throughout the whole thing (not even the bending him back part was always there. i could swear it would be but!! no!). my guess is maybe because a certain dancer took a break or maybe they just wanted to do something different

in conclusion i figured out the exact dates but i cant tell u why massimiliano wasnt part of lbqfm for a while. i couldnt even find people talking about it on forums but, again, maybe bc im not fluent in french. to me it was a big loss, the whole thing loses its spice, i obviously prefer the original by miles. no idea why they simply didnt chose someone to replace him bc the other dancers changed all the time.

maybe it was in florents contract that only massimiliano was allowed to manhandle him <3 dlkjaslk im half kidding bc who knows? maybe it was a legal thing, maybe massimiliano invented this part of the choreo and only He could do it 😭 but honestly. my real final guess is that they simply wanted to change things to make it New and Fresh. as we saw, massimiliano leaving wasnt the only lbqfm choreo change.

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moving on to L'ASSASYMPHONIE thank god bc it will be a lot easier to pinpoint when they changed the choreo. i believe they changed it and never went back to the original </3 god knows why </333 so when i find the new one ill stop looking

03.01.2010 last performance from "season one", at PDS (before going on tour) and also the last time they used the original choreo bUT ! THERES A BONUS! MORE MEN !!! LKDJALKS they said we will degay it later but u can have more naked men as a goodbye gift <3 really caught me by surprise, its the first time i watched it. but u wanna know whats really weird? this blurry shaky video is the only one i can find?! i even had to scroll a lot on youtube to get to it... conspiracy theory dove is trying to hide the original choreo. but honestly it makes no sense bc it was a Special day..... i cant find it anywhereee not even outside youtube... this is a hate crime. this is offensive. this is the heresy salieri sings about in the song.

the only thing i found was another performance from the same day but i think its the morning or afternoon performance and not the very last one. its for sure different than the one i linked first. i dont think there are 100 men onstage but at least we can see he had black nails 🥰 anyways... if anyone knows a better shot video of the very last performance... let me know... im really upsetklfdjalsjdal I FEEL SOOOO ROBBED...

and im even more mad now, remembering that from now on we get this new choreo. it began on their first tour

04.02.2010 2010 tour begins, first time we see the new choreo

and i have absolutely no idea why they changed it. again, i never saw an explanation and i dont have a single guess. i cannot imagine why they thought the new one was better. if i have to say one nice thing about it is that i like the background, the moving curtain that kinda looks like flames. they should absolutely drop the stupid flashing lights and just leave that background for the Cool effect and bRING BACK..... THE HALF NAKED BLINDFOLDED MEN (HNBM) ........... THEY CAN REPRESENT SO MUCCHHHHHH... I LOVE THEM....

thats all i got to say otherwise ill start repeating myself.. if u wanna read more about my opinions on the hnbm and why i prefer the original l'assasymphonie choreo its all in the second link of this post..

anyways big thanks to anyone who read this, hope u enjoy all those videos. even with the dagayed choreos, florent and the dancers always deliver amazing performances. so, regardless, its a good time to watch them. lastly if anything is wrong, if i put down the wrong date or something, my bad, but it was .. a lot.. to go through, so if anyone sees a mistake let me know !

#mozart l'opera rock #asks #mor ref

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