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carmyboobear · 2 months

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Idk if you've written this but can you write about carmy and the reader arguing and he makes her cry? Idk I just feel like thatd be good angst fluff lol

AHH I got carried away as per usual. anyway this is good stuff. wrote a bunch. enjoy!!

word count: 1.3k

tags: traumatized carmy, mentally ill carmy and reader, arguing, language, HURT/COMFORT, ANGST/FLUFF, carmy being a sweetie

Hm…i'm spending a lot of time thinking about the set-up for this. Carmy is a very careful person when it comes to those he’s romantically involved in, but at the same time, he has a hard time controlling his temper when he's in the darkness, as i'll put it.

here's something awful i think about that i wanna write about. carmy's stressed about work, because of course he is. he's carmy. his head is whirring, spinning with anxiety and self-hatred. i think you're just like him. mentally ill for mentally ill if you will. you're also in a bad mood, and he comes home from The Bear exhausted and keyed up.

“I hate when you push me away like this,” you admit. You've been trying to get him to talk to you since he's been home. Maybe he just needs space, but separation makes you anxious. Especially when he shuts down.

“I'm sorry that it's so hard for you,” he spits, finally snapping and turning to face you. You've followed him into the dark bedroom, lit only by the harsh moonlight through the window. You flinch. You never quite get used to seeing him like this.

“I—I just—“ you feel pressure beginning in the back of your eyes. You will it away. “How can I help you if you don’t talk to me?”

“Why do you care so much? Does it make you feel better to take care of someone more fucked up than you?” He snaps, voice raised. His words go down bitter, leaving an awful taste in your mouth. Something in you shatters.

“How could you ask me that?” Your vision’s gone hot and blurry. “I’m your partner. I love you, that’s why I care, you asshole!” You’re stifling sobs. You hate crying in fights like this, but it hurts. You can’t help it.

“Fuck,” Carmy mutters under his breath. He’s gone still in your blurred vision. “Baby, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that—“

“That was so fucked up, Carmy.” You move to sit on the bed, trying to wipe your tears away, but they keep coming. “What’s your problem?”

“You know what my problem is.” His remorse has swept away the anger, leaving him quiet before you. He leans down at your knees, hands on your thighs. “I shouldn’t have said that. Any of that.”

“You shouldn’t have.” Carmy nods quickly, and he raises a hand to your wet cheeks. “Fuckin’ asshole.”

“I know.” He takes your pain, your anger in its entirety. His other hand brings your knuckles to his lips. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean it.“

“Sure sounded like you meant it.” Anger flares up in your chest, hurt and betrayed, but you tamp it down, leaning into his hand cradling his face. You take a deep breath to steady yourself. “Damnit, Carmy.”

“I know. I know.” He’s still kissing your hand. “You’re too good for me. I don’t deserve you.” You hate it when he talks like this, because you can tell he really believes it.

“Don’t say that. Please.”

“But it’s true.” You look down at him in the moonlight, at his sad blue eyes. “I always find ways to hurt you. I…”

“That’s what being in a relationship is, Carm.” You pat the space next to you. “Sit with me?”

“I keep having to remind myself of that.” He sinks into the bed next to you. “I’m so sorry for talking about you like that. Like you’re only doing this out of…I don’t know. Obligation.” He drags a hand across his tired face. “You don’t deserve that. I’m sorry. I just, I just think that—that I’m—fuck—“

“Slow down, Carm,” you say quietly. “It’s okay. You don’t need to force it. I’m listening.” He smiles bitterly at you, and you recognize the love in it easily. He takes in a deep breath before continuing.

“I still have a hard time believing that anyone cares about me. I can’t even believe that you—love me.” You can practically see the shame rolling off of him in waves. “And it makes me scared.”

“Love is scary, isn’t it?” You say softly. He just nods. “It scares me, too. That’s why I kept pestering you when you got home. I…” You blink quickly. You don’t wanna cry again. “It scares me when I don’t know what you’re thinking. Because…I dunno. It just does.”

“Yeah?” You nod. He has this thoughtful expression that he holds for a moment as he stews on your words. “I didn’t think about it like that. I’m sorry. I think…I think when you kept asking me if I was okay, it…” he sighs, scratches at his temples. “I felt like I was…getting back into a corner. I think.”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t realize.” You take his hand in yours. “I can see how that must’ve felt really bad.”

“It’s okay. It’s not your fault that I’m like this. I think—I think it just reminded me of my mom. We would always ask her if she was okay, because she’s fucking crazy, yknow? We didn’t wanna step on her toes. But it turns out we did anyway. And the way I acted just now, I was just like…” He can’t even get the words out. “I’m sorry,” he apologizes again, voice choked with emotion. “I love you. So much. You know that, right?”

“You tell me everyday. How could I not?” You pull him into a hug, tight and warm, and he instantly wraps his arms around you. “You’re not your mom, Carm. You're nothing like her. Okay?”

“I don’t wanna be like her,” he whispers. “I don’t wanna be like her.”

“You’re not,” you remind him softly. “And you won’t be.”

Carmy leans back to look at you, but he remains close. His expression is knotted with pain. You run your thumb over his furrowed brow, and it makes his mouth curve upwards in a smile. It’s fleeting, but it was there.

“I’m sorry,” he repeats. “I’ll try to open up more. Let you know what I’m thinking.”

Suddenly, you think about when you first started dating Carmy. He was so scared to open up to you emotionally, but with gentle prodding, he fell apart instantly. There was a hunger in him to be known by others, to be seen by you, and it scared him to death. You see that same fear in him now, but you also see how much he’s grown since then. You doubt you would’ve been able to have this conversation at all in the first couple months.

That makes you happy in a way you’re not quite able to word properly.

“Thank you. But I hope you also know I don’t want to force you. I just wanna help. And…” You measure your words carefully. “I’ll try not to let it freak me out so much. Because if you’re not in the mood to talk, I want you to know that’s okay. Okay?”

“Okay. I’d like that. If I don’t want to talk, I’ll just tell you. Instead of…blowing a fuse.” He laughs dryly.

“I’d like that too.” You let out an exhale of relief you didn’t realize you were holding. “Wow, Carm. Look at us. Communicating!”

“I know.” That makes him laugh for real this time, and you’re laughing too. “I couldn’t do it without you.”

“I think you could. But I certainly like doing it with you.” His smiles grows wider at that, brimming with affection.

“Let me make this up to you, baby.” He pulls you in for a kiss, slow and deep. You let out a little noise when his lips meet yours.

“Make it up to me?” Carmy’s tongue is on your neck now. Oh. “Aren’t you tired? You—you have work tomorrow—?”

“Don’t care.” You fall back onto the bed, and the blankets deflate under you. You stare up at Carmy, his curls hanging by his face. “You’re more important.”

“Well, if you insist…” You giggle, and your giggles get louder when Carmy pulls up your shirt to blow raspberries against your stomach. “Carmy, quit it—oh—!”

He makes it up to you in full and more by keeping his head between your legs for the rest of the night. By the end of it you can't remember what you were mad about in the first place.

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anashins · 4 months

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Perhaps a Jaehyun fic where you’re either on your thesis or work and are pulling all nighters to meet your deadlines and avoid telling him cos you know he gets mad (even though idol Jaehyun does it too) so when he finds out (it could be bc you either passed out from exhaustion and maybe we get a hospital scene or since you hadn’t slept it slipped out of you? English is not my first language and I’m currently sleep deprived bc of my thesis work so sorry for any grammatical error 😭) he forces u to go to sleep but it’s really cute cos he’s also tired and you get some rest together

Pairing: Jaehyun x You

Genre: fluff, romance

Word Count: 1.2k

Summary: While being in the hospital, you find out Jaehyun can braid hair. Every day, you learn something new about this man.

A/N: I tried to combine all of them! I hope you like it - and good luck on your thesis, you can do it 🤍🤍🤍

“I have to write my thesis!”, was your first thought upon waking up.

But the ceiling you were staring at didn’t look like your ceiling at home, you couldn’t recognize the color of the walls, and the sparse furniture didn’t belong in your room either.

What looked familiar to you though, as your gaze wandered further, was a figure next to you, sitting by the bedside. The dark hair, the worried expression, the warm hand holding your limp one… that was your boyfriend, giving you comfort in a cold room that seemed like it was located in a hospital.

“You’re awake!” Jaehyun exclaimed.

Realization of your last night at home seeped in. You hadn’t eaten or drunk something in… you couldn’t remember. You wanted it to be two days since your last meal and rest, but your admission into the hospital, arm physically attached to an infusion, indicated otherwise.

“What happened?” you asked groggily.

Jaehyun took a cup with a straw from the nightstand and led it to your mouth. “How do you feel?”

“Tired somehow,” you sighed, opening your mouth. The water tasted unexpectedly delicious, just what you had needed. “And anxious.”

“I found you last night, passed out on the floor,” your boyfriend explained and put the cup back on the nightstand, then seated himself next to you onto the mattress. “You seemed like you hadn’t eaten anything in days let alone slept for more than two hours a night, so I brought you here directly. I was so worried.”

He had dark circles under his eyes, seemingly not having slept this entire time either, ever since he had brought you here. “Jaehyun…”

You reached out to him and touched the side of his face. He smiled meekly. “I’m just so relieved you’re better now. I was so afraid when I saw you there, unmoving in your room. I didn’t know what to do, I thought I lost you.”

“I’m sorry.” Your hand dropped and covered the back of his that he had rested on your thigh. “I didn’t mean to worry you. I just lost track of time, forgot to eat and there is still so much to do. I actually don’t have time to rest, I have to hand in my thesis in a week.”

“You’re not going anywhere,” Jaehyun chided. “It’s only morning and the doctor will check up on you this evening before he can discharge you. Until then, you’re going to rest.”

“But-” you were about to retort, but he cut you off immediately.

“No buts. You’re not going to work on your thesis now or even think about it. And when you return home this evening, I will move in with you for this week.”

You blinked in confusion. “What?”

“I will cook for you, make sure you’re always healthy and hydrated and get enough sleep. This is not going to happen again, I’ll make sure of that. Let me take care of you when you can’t.”

You had already opened your mouth, but Jaehyun sounded so determined that you didn’t want to disagree with him. Apart from this, it sounded nice to have someone taking care of you when you weren’t able to.

“Okay.”

Living with him for an entire week until you finished your thesis didn’t sound so bad either. Very tempting even, truth to be told.

Your boyfriend then placed a bag next to you. “Don’t get your hopes up, it’s not your university materials.” Instead, he pulled out wired headphones, your favorite fantasy book, eye patches and a hairbrush. “We are going to do some selfcare while you’re here.”

You let Jaehyun put the eye patches on your face, the coolness directly having an effect on your tired skin. Then, he offered, “Here, let me brush your hair. I know you always take good care of it.”

You shifted to the side and pulled your hair back over your shoulder. Jaehyun let the brush slide over your strands, but some had already gotten light knots overnight. He took care of them by holding your hair close to the roots and detangling the ends carefully, so that they fell softly over your neck again.

Meanwhile, you took the book into your hands and began reading out to your boyfriend. You always talked about this book and had probably read it eight times already, but you never got enough of it, and Jaehyun had always been patient to listen to your opinions and rants, even if he had heard time a thousand times already.

“Should I braid your hair?” he then asked after he had finished brushing. “So while you’re lying down, it’s not gonna tangle again, otherwise I will spend the entire day combing your hair.”

You tilted your head. “You know how to braid?”

“Yeah, thanks to my little cousins.” You then felt his fingers sectioning your hair into three parts. “It’s not gonna be a fancy french braid, but I’ll give it my best. I even brought a hair tie.” Every day, you learned something new about this man. “Now, continue reading. I want to know whether Feyre will pass the second trial.”

He knew the answer to it. He knew the ending of the book and the entire series already, because you talked about it so often, but he also knew how much you loved doing so, which was why he always acted so clueless and let you speak your opinion.

You loved this man so much.

So you continued reading out to Jaehyun while he gently braided your hair. You felt the tips of the strands brushing over your neck and shoulders, laying on your back and swirling around. It took your boyfriend three attempts for the perfect beginning and he sometimes stopped halfway through to open the braid again, because he wasn’t satisfied. One time, he had even reached the end already, but then let out a sigh, seemingly dissatisfied with his work, and started all over again.

He was so focused, breathing regularly with much concentration, so that you weren’t sure whether he was actually still listening to you. But you didn’t care and instead enjoyed this chaste moment between you two.

“Finished,” Jaehyun then declared and put on the pink scrunchie to fix the braid’s end.

You tenderly touched the tips below the scrunchie. “There is no mirror, but I feel pretty.”

“That’s because you are.”

Jaehyun kissed your cheek and then removed the eye patches from your face.

“Come here.” You closed the book, placed it on the nightstand and took the wired headphones before shifting to the far end of the small hospital bed. “Lie down.”

“I’m so tall and the bed is so small, you won’t have enough space. It’s fine.”

“Don’t worry, it will work. Come here.”

You let your boyfriend lie down next to you and rested your head on his chest. One earphone, you put on yourself and gave the other to Jaehyun who then linked it to his phone and started playing music.

You then lied there together, not talking, just listening to his favorite songs and enjoying each other’s company.

Not much later, you heard Jaehyun snoring lightly, and smiled. He had taken care of you the entire night, he deserved this rest, and so you let him.

Yes, it was nice having someone taking care of you when you couldn’t take care of yourself. You would make sure to always do the same for him when you were able to.

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annafoxxx7 · 8 months

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author's note: this is my first ever fic, it sucks so bad i'm sorry. hopefully the next one will be better 🤞🤞

WARNINGS !!!! SMUTTTT (w/plot?) dom!ellie, sub!reader, mentions of knives, mentions of blood, swearing, kissing, oral (f receiving), fingering (f receiving), face-riding, lots of gay stuff !! homophobes DNI !!!!!

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“WHO IS THAT? SHOW YOURSELF.” Ellie shouts into the shadows at your figure as you slowly come towards the camp.

You walk out of the brush clutching your side as blood gushes through your shirt. Your clothes are torn up, hardly even covering you anymore.

“It’s me Ells, it’s just me,” you shout with one hand up and one hand still putting pressure on your wound.

“Oh my god Y/N, what the fuck happened to you?”

“It was those guys from last week. They recognized me and started asking about you. I just pulled a knife and tried to fight them but clearly that didn’t work out very well. Eventually I just ran and made sure I lost them.”

“Holy shit, why would you do that? You can’t keep putting yourself in danger for me.”

“Well, to be fair they would have had to hurt me to get to you so it was kind of done out of my own selfishness,” you chuckled.

“Well, thank you. Either way.”

“You’re… fuck….. Welcome”

Ellie leads you into the camp and has you sit on the small mattress you share every night. She begins to clean the wound. The bleeding has slowed down but any kind of pressure on it hurts so you aren’t very comfortable to say the least. Ellie finishes covering the tear with a fresh, white bandage.

“There, better?”

“Much better. Thank you for always taking care of me Ellie. I know it’s cringy to say but seriously, you’re always so thoughtful.”

“Of course, hun. Do you need anything else?”

“I mean, a distraction would be nice…” you smirk.

“Do you want me to… keep taking care of you?” Ellie begins to kiss down your chest to your stomach, carefully avoiding your bandage.

“That would be- fuck. That sounds perfect,” you stutter.

Ellie works her way down your stomach and positions herself between your legs. She kisses the inside of your thighs inching closer to your throbbing core. Every kiss is a wave of pleasure, washing away the pain in your wounded side. You’re aching for her, already dripping for her mouth. She notices.

“You’re so wet for me. You want me to make you feel good?”

“Yes- Ells please. Need you.”

“How do you need me, hun? Use your words.”

“Inside. Need your-” you mumble, unable to form coherent sentences.

“Speak up.” She begins laying soft kisses along your clit.

“Fingers. Please.”

“Whatever makes my girl feel good.”

Ellie teases your entrance before dipping one finger in, then two. She pumps them in and out curling them up with every stroke. She continues licking and kissing at your wet cunt. You thrust into her mouth, wanting more pressure but trying not to hurt your already damaged side. Ellie notices you struggling and proposes something to make you feel better. She stops what she’s doing and flips over onto her back.

“C’mere. Sit down.”

You straddle her and inch towards her mouth. You feel her hot breath against you as you hover over her face. You don’t put all your weight down at first in an attempt not to hurt her. As if she can read your mind, Ellie smiles and says

“You’re not gonna hurt me, hun. You have to ride.”

“Oh ok… like this?”

You lower down immediately feeling the contact of her lips to your pussy.

“Atta girl… fuck.”

Ellie melts underneath you. You audibly moan as you begin to ride against her. This was WAY less painful than before and you’re already inching closer to your release. Ellie puts her tongue inside of you thrusting it in and out. Her nose rubs against your swollen bud as you rock into her. She pulls her tongue from your entrance and begins suck on your clit. Ecstasy fills your body as you cum in her mouth. Ellie moans at the taste. You lower yourself off of her and lay on her chest. After a few minutes of heavy breathing and silence, you stutter.

“Did you.. want me to…?” You gesture to her pants.

“Oh- no haha! I’m uh… already taken care of.”

Apparently, the friction of her jeans and the thrill of the whole encounter were enough to make her finish on her own.

“Oh god. Well, maybe next time we can… switch places?”

She smirks at you.

“I’d like that.”

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inkelea · 7 months

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stolen kisses! ✭

pairing: smoker!lee know x fem!reader

synopsis: when you find your “enemy” killing his lungs in school grounds, you can’t just pass by and keep walking.

genre: fluff, (angst if you count yelling as such), enemies (more like rivals) to lovers (kinda), suggestive, non idol!au, hs!au, short fic.

warnings: talk about smoking addiction, smoking, kissing, kinda suggestive themes (nothing too bad tho!) at the end, cursing. (tell me if I missed something.)

word count: 1.0k

a/n: omg guys hi. first of all don’t smoke that’s so bad for you it’s just for the plot✨. if lino feels off im sorry it’s my first time writing for him😭 also again this is totally fiction not trying to like paint lino as the smoker bad boy lol. hope you like it:)

the wet dirt feels soft under your boots, reminding you of the current weather on your way to class. rain had taken over the night, your sleep being almost interrupted by the sound of it.

your thoughts about last night’s nightmares end when you smell a particular cigarette scent and see the frame pushed against a wall. you roll your eyes after recognizing the leather jacket and slightly red hair.

lee minho, as always, is being annoying. you can’t quite pick out the day you started to despise him, but it has everything to do with his fixation on you. fixation on picking on you, that is. ever since he came in new in your sophomore year, he has been annoying you in some way or another. most of your mind is filled with thoughts about him, and not in the way you would like a boy to be in your head.

holding back is something unknown to the both of you, making you stop in front of him and hold your head high.

“you think it must be funny, giving the younger students a bad example. you’re a senior for god’s sake.”

he looks at you with an eyebrow raised, cigarette between his index and middle finger, arm hanging close to his leg.

he leans to get closer to you, a cocky grin already on his face. what a bastard. “just because you’re the perfect student who can’t have even just a bit of fun doesn’t mean the rest of us have to be prissy, miss perfect.”

your head hangs low as you try to compose yourself. he knows right where to strike you to make you lose your temper.

he is leaning against the wall once again, chin high while looking at you with a smirk, cigarette about to be smoked one more time.

“i’d rather be a prissy than be addicted to something that steals my money and kills my lungs, mr dead.”

the drag from his cigarette is stopped as he looks you up and down, laughing right after and smile getting even bigger. you kind of wished he wasn’t annoying or a smoker, or both. at the end of the day a pretty boy was a pretty boy.

“okay then tell me, princess of rules, what do you expect me to do each time i want a drag, huh? punch someone?” he licks his lips, your mind wonders if they must taste of cigarettes. “it’s really insensitive of you to pick on someone for their addictions, not what i expected from you.”

on one hand, his fake pout makes you sigh loudly, making him grin to himself. your annoyed face was kind of cute, he had to admit. on the other… you do want to help him quit, even if you know he isn’t planning to do so any time soon.

“you could eat candy or something, i don’t know.”

“so you’re telling me to exchange addictions?”

you know he’s playing, his only goal firing you up, and still, you can’t stop the flames that start to light up in your chest.

“you’re such a hypocrite! if you wanted to quit, you would at least try. there’s so many options you can try, even stupid ones like using a rubber band, or eating gummies or hell what do i know! kiss someone! so stop acting like you’re the poor victim because we both know you aren’t. stop being such a pussy.”

you close your eyes and take a big breath. god how much you hated him. and his habits, his goddamn habits.

his eyes open like plates, and then a light bulb lights up inside his head. getting closer, he puts his hands on your shoulders. your head automatically snaps back.

“what are you doing?” your eyes frantically look from side to side, momentarily longing on the cigarette left behind on the floor. you are so going to kill him.

he leans closer to you, heads almost touching. “i feel like having a cigarette right now.”

your eyes close slightly, your hands in your jacket pockets. he is so… close, you think you might be able to hear his heartbeat if he gets any closer. you hope he doesn’t hear yours, it would only skyrocket his ego.

“what about it?” your head goes up again, looking him down.

“you said to kiss someone.”

your heart skips a beat, he can’t be serious.

“didn’t exactly mean me. maybe some of those sophomores who get so giggly when they see you with the lighter ready.”

he thinks of stepping back, but then he catches your eyes going back and forth between his eyes and lips, which only makes his eyes twinkle.

“they’d probably beg me to teach them how to smoke, kinda contradicting don’t you think?”

“you’d probably enjoy it, wouldn’t you? probably love people begging for you too huh.”

your hands go to his collar, pushing him a bit against you. seconds later he is kissing you. his hands are in your jaw and his thumbs hold your head high. he does taste like cigarettes, but you don’t seem to mind as much as you thought you would. just as it started it ends, much to your dismay. you would scold yourself later.

he keeps peppering your face with kisses for some time, taking small breaks from each one, making you think he actually was stopping himself from taking another cigarette with each kiss.

you feel the need to make things clear, so you speak up as he plants kisses on your neck. “i still hate you.”

your breathy voice while you talk makes him smile and leave a last peck on your lips, deciding to make fun of you a bit more.

“okay, i’ll go find some other pretty girl to kiss. don’t even worry about it.”

your right hand smacks his arm, his smile only grows bigger.

he may be as annoying as someone can be, but you have always liked helping people out…

@mochamvgz

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milkzoro · 7 months

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MY BABY GURL-

May you offer some more zombie Luffy please? I desire more of him-

I don’t mind him nibbling on my while he fucks my brains out- :3

sum more zombie!lu for yew 🤍

version 2 ! (original post)

⋆.✧̣̇˚.⚝𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪★ ✧˖°˗ˏˋ

a fever you can’t sweat out

luffy whined in bed all day, he laid there covered in sweat while tears stained his cheeks, he felt hopeless. this was something completely different for him, he wished he would feel better soon so that he would be the one taking care of you, even though you were completely fine.

after going over all the possibilities of the causes of his sickness, we were both stumped, “are you sure you didn’t eat something bad, lu?” he shook his aching head before a thought crossed his mind.

“we’ll now that you mention it… i did get bit by something… don’t worry peach, ‘m strong.” just as he said that his head started to throb. you rubbed from his shoulder to his chest to try and comfort him, he still had an insane fever, his skin was scorching hot.

“that’s not how that works baby, i’m worried about you.” saddness filled you emotions, you knew he wanted to be okay for you but he physically couldn’t.

“a kiss to make me feel better? then i’ll tell you what happened, promise!” he reached out for you, pulling on the back of your neck to get you close, he looked deep into your soft eyes and smiled. you rolled your eyes and mumbled, ‘fine’ as if you weren’t going to give him a lil smooch anyways.

his lips were warm as he kissed you, his tongue begged for entrance as he tried to push past your plush lips. you allowed it, the growing ache in your tummy wanted him so bad.

you ignored your aches and pulled back, making him growl in annoyance. “you said you’d tell me, luffy. so spill.” you held your ground, despite wanting to give in to his needs.

“muyggffgghhhhh fine— was playing with my bugs… but there was one i didn’t recognize, mm had like human teeth? and, well no it wasn’t a beetle… you think it was a zombie y/n? sheheiiuhihihih kidding! but it did have teeth.”

he showed you the bight mark on his right hand and you audibly gasped. the mark looked so fresh, how could you not have noticed? the teeth indents were red and it definitely looked infected, there was slight swelling and discoloration… poor baby, he was shivering now. the unknown illnesses seemed to be getting worse.

“please don’t worry y/n! ‘m fine! see look!” he shuffled out of bed and stretched out his arms to the best of his ability. “can you kiss me again?” he put on his best puppy dog face for you. how could you say no to him?

you playfully pushed him back on the bed and layed on top of him carefully, kissing his cheeks before meeting his mouth again. “only if you stay in bed and rest baby, that’s the deal if you want me to keep going.” you teased and he wholeheartedly agreed.

luffy ignored the aching feeling flowing through his veins, he loved your pretty lips. he hoped that kissing you would distract the other thoughts that were in his mind. but he sucked, and pulled, and finally bit.

“ouch! luffyyyyy why did you do that?” it stung, you’re pretty sure he broke skin, you tasted a faint trace of metallic in your mouth. he didn’t look okay, he was apologizing as if it wasn’t in his control, he aslo didn’t look like himself. his fever was worsening, he writhed around in bed, clutching his ears because they were becoming hypersensitive.

“baby, listen. it’s okay. i’m here.” you touched him again but he begged for you to back away, he didn’t want to accidentally snap at you and regret it later.

his voice deepened as he explained to you, he growled and moaned. “no, y/n! please, get the ropes, i need you to listed to me and tie me down, i feel something happening, get them now!”

you tied him to the bed and waited for further instructions, biting your lip as a nervous tick. he was unresponsive and still for a moment and you worried even more, you rushed to see if he still had a pulse and he surprisingly did. but he was ice cold. he shuffled in his ropes a bit when he felt your fingers touch his ice neck. you could’ve been mistaken but you thought you heard whimpers?

you boyfriend looked different. his eyes met your own but they didn’t give you that warm feeling anymore, they were hazy white and the color from his skin was gone. you reached out to touch him again.

“y/nnnnn seeeeee mm ohhuuuukayyyy, t-touch mmme” with the groans mixed in, his words were almost inaudible, but you could understand him

you were hesitant at first but you still had the aches in your tummy, luffy laid restless under the ties of the ropes, his soft rustles and pants made your cunt do flips at the sight before you.

“you want me to touch you, lu? i-is this okay to do?

“uh huuhh… i need you now… get on top mughhhhhhhrzz now…please.”

the ropes you placed on him were secure, so you felt safe moving forward. each limb was tied down to every post of the bed, he was sprawled out like a starfish. you knelt between his legs and eyed the tent in his shorts, he looked bigger than usual. the zipper opened easily as you freed huge cock from the fabric, eyes wide from the sight of him.

his growls ushered you to remove your panties and t-shirt. “let me feel you peach, get on.” his raspy voice controlled you, he couldn’t use his hands so he needed to improvise, he begged for you.

“tell me if you want me to stop. okay, lu?”

his eyes turned sinister and a slight grin crept on his face like he has just got the last piece of some monster plan. his voice was more clear now, but it was just a little bit off. it was now deep and demonic. “think before you speak y/n. look at me.” his pale eyes gestured down to his enlarged cock. “shouldn’t i be the one saying that to you? now get on.”

you nodded your head and swallowed your nerves— how were you going to fit it all? waiting around wasn’t going to solve you problem. you hurried to straddle him, lining him up with the drips of your entrance. his growing tip kissed along your slick, you held your breath until you finally sunk all the way down his length. he hissed at the contrast of your warmth swallowing him whole.

more groans fled his mouth, annoyed with how he couldn’t grasp you and move you himself. you needed time though. as you rest at the base of his thick cock, you held your hands to your mouth. silencing your yelps from the pain of being stretched so soon. you shifted your hips a little, the pressure in your cunt finally adjusted to his insane width.

slowly, you began to rock yourself on him, pushing up on his chest for support. “ahhh shit! too big luffy. feels so good—”

he whined and shifted beneath you, bucking up his hips to get you to move faster. “be a good girl and move. please, fucking move peach—” he continued to hit your g-spot repeatedly, even if your weren’t fully ready for it. tears pooled in the corners of your eyes, both from the pain and the pleasure. slick sounds filled your ears as you felt yourself start to unravel around him, you started to bounce faster.

“ahh luffy!! sss too muchh— t-think i’m gonna cum!” your cunt clenched around him, hugging around his thick base perfectly. your words fueled him more, he took it as a sign to fill you up on the spot. the ropes tugged on his flesh as he jolted beneath you, you were surprised they managed to hold down your monster of a boyfriend. but those thoughts soon left as he thrusted deep inside you over and over again. you could barely sit upright as he did so, you were blissed out and so sensitive.

“c-coming lu!!! i’m gonna— fuck! cum so hard!” you felt your legs begin to shake on either sides of him, his deep stokes making your mind go numb as you unravel around him. he wasn’t done yet, but he was close.

“fuck, y/n stay right there for me, gonna fill your pretty cunt all the way up. shit— you can do that for me, can’t ya?” you cried out as he overstimulated your weeping pussy, making a mess of the both of you. he stroked up a few more times before you felt his cold liquid flooding your cunt, there was so much of it.

with his final stoke before he came, he moaned deeply. you cried with him, feeling your second orgasm come with his own. “so tight for me y/n, shittttt— such a perfect pussy.” his chest heaved in unison with yours as you both started to come down from your highs.

⋆.✧̣̇˚.⚝𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪★ ✧˖°˗ˏˋ

@anemptypuddingcup what do we do next ???? do we untie him? yes or yes 🙈

#zombie!luffy #one piece x reader #one piece smut #luffy smut #monkey d luffy smut #luffy x you #monkey d luffy x reader #luffy x reader #one piece luffy #straw hat luffy #monkey d luffy #op luffy #monkey luffy smut

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 1 year

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Nightlife 2

Warnings: dark elements to come. Proceed with caution.

Note: I know what you’re thinking, why the fuck are you doing this? Well, you wanted bouncer Lee and I did too. Also, short!reader, not sorry.

Feedback is always welcome. Love you and thanks for reading and any thoughts you have.♥♥♥♥

Lee has Raquel on his arm as you’re on her other side. He nods at the other bouncer as you emerge into the night chill. The man is even bigger than the one helping you, with a dark trim of hair along his lip.

You follow Lee to a dark car parked around the side of the building in an employee spot. He gets Raquel into the front seat and buckles her in. You watch as he lifts her head and tries to peel back her eyelids to check her pupils. He sighs.

“You young ones like your sambuca,” he shakes his head as he stands straight and shuts the door gently, careful that she’s full inside. “Most of ya.”

As he looks at you, you bounce on your toes and give a sheepish smile. “Thank you, sir,” you squeak, ears still buzzing from the blast of music in the club, “um, er…”

“Y’okay, sweetheart?” He asks, “you good in the back seat? You don’t get car sick or nothing?”

“No, sir, um,” you play with the loose hem of your blouse, “um, do you still have my phone?”

“Ah, shoot,” he pats his pants pockets, “I knew I was forgettin’ something.” He searches, feeling around and finally his deep blues eyes spark. He smirks crookedly and reaches into his chest pocket, “sorry ‘bout that, sweet thing.”

He hands it back and you accept it with a quiet thank you. He puts his hand on the roof of the car and stares at you. What do you do next?

“I didn’t get your name, sweetheart.”

“Oh!” You open your eyes wide, “yeah, uh…”

You give your name as he listens intently. He repeats it back to you, as if feeling it on his tongue. “I get that right?”

“Yeah,” you confirm, “er, should we…”

You peek through the window at Raquel and he shifts to look over his shoulder. He nods and pivots.

“Yeah, you’re right. Sooner your friend lays down, sooner she’ll sober up.”

He strides around the front of the car and you get in the back seat. You clutch your phone tightly and check the time. It’s late! You don’t stay up very much, even on weekends.

The car dips beneath his weight and he settles in, turning the engine as he checks the mirror. He grips the shifter and pauses, glancing back at you through the shadows.

“All buckled up, sweetheart?”

“Yes, sir,” you answer.

“You know, I’m no sir, you don’t needa do all that,” he chuckles as he slowly leans on the gas.

“I’m sorry, s– Lee,” you correct yourself.

“It’s fine. No reason to be sorry,” he coaxes as he turns out of the lot, “how about some music? You like music?”

He flicks on the radio as he keeps one hand on the wheel. Bruce Springsteen flows from the speakers but he’s quick to change the station. He pushes buttons until he lands on the poppy tones of the latest top ten.

“Ah, I know this one,” he says proudly, “don’t mind it much at all. You like it?”

You listen but don’t recognize the song. You’re a bit lame, not knowing the names of whatever new hits Raquel plays on her bluetooth.

Can you kiss me more? We're so young, boy We ain't got nothin' to lose, oh, oh It's just principle Baby, hold me 'Cause I like the way you groove, oh, oh

It’s not bad. You like the rhythm of it. It’s upbeat and happy, if not a bit explicit. You don’t think it’s really his taste but you suspect he’s just trying to be nice.

“Yeah, it’s fun,” you finally say something.

He bops his head slightly as you look out the window. Your eyes flick up the mirror on the passenger side door and you watch Raquel slowly slump against the interior. You really hope she’s okay. She comes home drunk but you’ve never seen her like this.

The ride is quicker than an uber, maybe because the traffic has died down. He pulls in behind your building and you get out before he can. He comes around and opens the door. You can only stand by as he undoes the seatbelt and takes her out of the passenger seat.

“Show me the way,” he says as he turns to you, closing the door with his elbow.

“Oh, yeah,” you scramble for your keys and turn to lead him.

He trails you and waits just at your shoulder as you unlock the front door. You hold it open for him. He steps inside and stops, peering around with a sense of cluelessness. He lets you sidle around him toward the stairs.

He follows you up several flights to your floor. You feel bad. He’s carried her all this way. He even drove you home. It is a bit much and more than you deserve. You really don’t know if you could’ve got Raquel back on your own.

You open the door to your shared dorm and let him through once more. You point him to the couch and go to place a pillow by the armrest before he sets her down. He lays her over the cushions carefully. Despite his appearance, he’s been very nice. To both of you. He turns her onto her stomach and angles her head outward.

“You’ll wanna keep her on her belly case she needs to spit up some of that alcohol,” he says, “might wanna get something for that.”

“Sure, uh, thanks,” you wring your hands as you stand awkwardly by the end of the couch, “I appreciate it. I… I’m sorry. I don’t know how she got like that.”

“I’ve seen worse. You know, not many friends I know would come all the way down to help like that? I got girls left in the bathroom with their heads in the toilet. Pretty sad world, huh?”

“Oh, wow,” you eke out, “that’s… terrible.”

“Yeah, I do my best to help ‘em but can only do so much, you know? I’m glad I could help ya out. You walked up looking so lost… gotta be honest, it was cute. Little darling like you with your pretty flowers.”

You look down at your blouse. You could laugh at yourself. You probably did look like a dweeb waiting in line.

“Uh, yeah, well, I… really appreciate all this. I, er, wish there was a way I could repay you. Um, I could… give ya some money for gas, I might have a ten–”

As you grab at your purse he snorts and waves you off, “don’t do all that. It’s just fine, sweetheart. You take care of your friend. And yourself. Alright?”

“Erm, yeah, I can do that,” you squeeze your purse as you look up at him.

“Y’all have a good night and don’t forget to lock your door,” he tucks his hands in his pockets and slowly turns on his heel.

You watch him cross back to the door and he pauses. He seems lost in thought as he bows his head and angles just slightly so you can see his profile. He raises his chin and peeks over at you.

“If ya really wanna make it up to me, I… I’d love to take ya for some ice cream. One day? You like ice cream?”

“Ice cream?” You wonder, “uhhhhh, I like ice cream, yeah.”

“Alright,” he accepts with a grin, “I put my number in your phone if ya wanna let me know when you’re free.”

“Oh, you did?”

He rubs his neck and chuckles, “hopeful thinking. But uh, yeah, it’s there.”

“Uh, thanks,” you’re not sure what to say, “I– good night.”

“Yeah, yeah, have a good one.”

He faces the door again and pulls it open. He lets himself out and you quickly skirt over to turn the latch, just like he bid. As your hand lingers on the lock, you can’t help but wonder how he knew where you live. He never asked.

#lee bodecker #lee bodecker x reader #dark lee bodecker #dark!lee bodecker #au #drabble #series #the devil all the time #nightlife

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malevolentcast · 1 year

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you probably already know about this but an articles been put out about rusty quills shitty business practices and general shady behavior. if you havent already, you might be getting messages about it soon. just wanted to send a heads up in advance

Yes I saw and read it.

I'm choosing to believe the motivations of those involved, in spite the poor optics of them being from another network (and even quoting what "they" pay as an example of "good" companies), were an attempt to be morally just. That is to say, I have no ill will towards the author, their editors and everyone who contributed.

To be clear; if Rusty Quill has treated employees poorly they should be held accountable, I say if not as a way to not believe those affected but because "alleged" is used more than a dozen times in the article.

Additionally, no employer should ever yell at an employee. Again, if that happened, they should apologize and do better.

That being said…

I don't appreciate articles speaking on behalf of me or, frankly, trying to rope me in without my consent or request. I recognize they weren't attempting to give me a voice, just those who are affected, however the author has only now allowed shows to reach out, after the damage has been done and chose to speak for me nonetheless. Additionally, the article says that if I remain silent, it's because I can't speak out - which is just nonsense.

From my experience; I've had nothing but great experiences with Rusty Quill. They're a network. They host my show. What else do I need them for? Contracts, NDA's and all the legal aspects that the article seemed to make such a big deal about… are very normal. I think this is part of not understanding how large companies work.

For example; I saw tweets upset that people shouldn't have to sign an NDA to look over a sample contract which… is exactly what you do when you're looking over a sample contract.

I was a General Manager of a small rental company for 10 years prior to trying my hand at Audio work and renting a water cooler had more stipulations than RQ's agreement. Contracts are meant to be all encompassing. If you don't agree with stuff, you cross it out and ask it to be changed. If you’re upset at the way large companies work, your fight is misdirected with addressing just one company. The article also mentioned something about "Taking Money Upfront" and stuff like that, which failed to mention you don’t HAVE to take money upfront - furthermore - most shows on RQ did not do that.

In any case, this isn't meant to be a dismantling of the article. I don't want to invalidate anyone's experiences or frustrations. Who knows what more may come to light, all I can speak of are my experiences and frustrations.

So why I'm frustrated? Well, I saw a few tweets and posts boycotting RQ shows, which included mine. So that sucked.

Overall however, I think the article was done in poor taste and felt like virtue signaling more than something trying to be helpful. I think, personally - and I say this with all the genuine sincerity - it seemed written from a perspective of inexperience and naivete. It is not the Watergate scandal people think it is.

And for the people who are upset that "peoples lives were ruined" when they were let go… yes I'm sorry people lost their jobs. I lost the aforementioned GM position as well when the owner of the company sold the company out from under me. Not because I did a bad job or because I made a mistake, just bad luck. It sucked, sometimes people lose their jobs. That doesn't mean I can't have an opinion on what I feel is an article meant to stir the pot. After all, shouldn't I express my perspective as a show on RQ (which, like, isn't that what the article was meant to be about?).

Anyway, those are my thoughts. For what it's worth I think you should still read the article! It has some great thoughts…

…but with all things, read it with an informed opinion; remembering that it was written by the Director of Marketing for another Podcast network, who references their own network within their "expose" as an example of a network with "good practices", during a time that they're recruiting for new shows and that every single show on that Network has openly supported the article - retweeting it almost instantly, during the final days of their competitors successful Kickstarter.

The disclaimer on the article about the Authors association with F&F wasn't put until AFTER they were called out. Odd that an expose on uncovering the truth would be less than transparent when posting…

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sugawarassoulmate · 2 years

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Here me out, I'm gonna be horny on main for just a second. Loser!kuroo where a he hears someone talking shit when bully!reader ain't around and he do a lil something something about it. And then after the fact he come storming up into your place wanting to eat you out to feel better. You feel me?

BTW I love you so much.

me: *doesn't write about kuroo for like 3 days* y'all: feel like pure shit 🥲 just want him back sksksksk

words: 591 cw: fem!reader, misogynistic language, oral (f receiving), angry loser!kuroo, tetsuro kuroo: defender of women sksksk, minors dni or i’ll bite ur kneecaps

sometimes kuroo is amazed at how easy it is for him to slip under people’s radar despite being “obnoxiously tall” as you put it. like right now, he’s getting food in the dining hall after his class ended and going over his notes when he overhears his name in conversation. that wouldn’t have been so bad if your name hadn’t come up as well.

“if she lets that loser hit, she’d definitely fuck anyone,” he heard someone say, voice thick with a smugness that seemed undeserved. “i’ve been trying to get her attention but she’s playing hard to get.”

someone else snorts. “yeah, she’s stuck up as fuck, but i heard her head game is crazy. wouldn’t mind a try either.”

it goes on like that—mindless and disgusting. it’s already bad enough that they’re talking about a woman, or anyone, like that. but they’re talking about you. kuroo knows you don’t care about stupid boys saying stupid shit about someone they wish they could have, but he won’t stand for it.

getting up, kuroo dumps his half-eaten food—he lost his appetite after hearing what they said—and goes up to the table, standing tall in front of the two guys. he recognizes them from one of your classes and they’re shocked to see the six-foot volleyball captain staring directly at them, gritted teeth and heavy breathing.

“got anything else you wanna say, man?” kuroo keeps himself in check, he learned a long time ago how to not let his emotions get the best of him. no matter how much his fist is twitching.

one of the guys holds his hand up in defense. “hey, bro. we were just talking shit. we didn’t mean none of it.” his voice cracks, the self-confidence he had just moments ago is nowhere to be seen. he gestures to his friend to back him up, but gets nothing. the other boy is too nervous to say a word.

kuroo rolls his eyes. “be fucking careful with your words next time. i won’t be as nice.” they nod and quickly grab their stuff to get the hell out of dodge. kuroo likes knowing he scared them, but he wonders what else they might have said about you that he wasn’t around to hear. the tightness in his chest doesn’t leave and kuroo feels like he needs to punch something.

no, he needs to calm down. he needs you.

he blindly heads to your dorm, doing anything he can from resisting that anger festering inside him. it’s only when he sees your face that kuroo can finally calm down. you didn’t have class today and were still in your pajamas, rubbing the sleep from your eyes after waking up from your midday nap.

“did you run here? why are you breathing so hard?” you ask, scowl on your face as you take in the sight of the man before you.

“i just…” kuroo can’t form words and instead just pulls you into a kiss, pushing you into the room and shutting the door. you let out a sound of surprise, but don’t push him away, fingers tangling in his hair as you let him drop you to the bed. “i’m sorry, i’m sorry i just need you right now…”

kuroo pulls your shorts down and you think he’s going to fuck you, but he dives straight for your pussy, lapping at your slit and groaning at the taste. it’s confusing how he so quickly threw himself upon you, but you’re not one to ask questions when you’re being spoiled.

#haikyuu smut #haikyu smut #kuroo smut #kuroo tetsuro x reader #kuroo x reader #kuroo testuro #kuroo tetsuro smut #tetsurou kuroo x reader #kuroo tetsurou smut #haikyuu x reader #haikyu x reader #🍑#🍑kuroo #loser!kuroo

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cinnajun · 2 years

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ᵕ̈ ೫˚∗: nct dream when you're sick

a/n: funnily enough, i received this request when i was sick, and then mark + renjun caught covid hhh congrats to anon for being slightly psychic! this is more of a traditional hc style rather than my usual, but i hope you enjoy it nevertheless!

wc | 2.3k

from worst to best at taking care of you

jisung

don’t get me wrong, jisung is a good boyfriend and all

but he is NOT going to get sick

when he sees your temperature he nearly passes out

what do you MEAN you have a 103f (39c)

he leaves the room to call his mom and make sure you’re not going to die LOL

after that … he tries his best … but he gets a second opinion on everything

and he doesn’t want to get sick himself so he’s not the most comforting

but, once again, he’s trying

you ask for chicken noodle soup and he’ll make it, but he’s on the phone with haechan the whole time trying to make sure he’s doing it right

haechan tells him to make it bland and then he makes it TOO bland and you can barely eat it bc it just tastes like water chicken

the good thing is that he WILL be at your beck and call, so you could ask him for pretty much anything and he will get it

even if it has nothing to do with you getting better

you could be like “man i really want this shirt” and he’ll buy it bc you’re sick and he feels bad

he’ll stay the night to make sure you live through it, but you best believe he's on the couch or the floor next to your bed (once again, he doesn’t want to get sick too)

practically throws a party the first time your temperature falls under 101

when you get better he will shower you with hugs and kisses (the day you’re officially no longer sick is the day you receive the most affection from him you’ll ever receive in your life)

if you think he’ll get better at the whole nursing back to health thing, he won’t

calls his mom every time

at least he helps you get better! kind of!

chenle

ok it's not that he’s bad at it

like he makes a banger piece of toast for you to eat

he’s just a little … absent?

chenle fully believes that you know what's best for yourself and therefore will be able to treat yourself accordingly (which he’s not wrong)

you just wish he was a little nicer about it

on your worst day (aka the day when your fever is the highest), he recognizes that you probably can’t do much yourself and will help out as much as he can while still keeping himself not at risk for getting sick

gives you hot tea, washes your clothes, brings you medicine at the perfect intervals, enlists daegal to comfort you etc etc

he’s not going to be as distant as jisung is, though! he’ll kiss you on the forehead or give you a pat on the head when he comes and goes to get you more stuff

he might even sit next to you on the bed depending on how close you’d have to be

when you’re not at your worst though, you’re pretty much on your own

if you ask him to bring you something specific, he will, or if you forget to take your meds, he’ll give you a gentle reminder

i think the best thing about having chenle around when you're sick is probably how calm he is

he’s not panicked about your lifespan or anything (not like some others lol) and he knows you’ll be fine in a week or so, which reassures you whenever you start feeling like you’re going to pass out and die

he probably lies about your fever (he doesn’t want to worry you, so if it’s anything higher than 102, he’s going to say it's 101.5 or something lol)

you get better quickly! and, if you don’t, he’ll put in a bit more effort to get you better!

back to your regularly scheduled programming

haechan

the last of team “i don’t want to get sick”

he’s a bit like chenle in that he believes you’ll be fine taking care of yourself except he kinda has a meltdown when he sees how high your fever is

he’s almost in shock someone can get that sick

insistent on taking you to the hospital but you don’t want to go because you know you’re fine so now you’re bickering over it

“you need to get treated professionally”

“i just have the flu”

“the flu kills people”

“not me tho”

so for the entire time you’re sick he’s like begrudgingly taking care of you but in a way where he doesn’t have to touch you or anything you touch

puts a mask on when he comes into your room (thanks, haechan)

makes you take a covid test like 3 times a day even though it comes back negative every single time

if your fever plateaus at 103 or above and won’t go down, he will break his “i don’t wanna get sick” persona and drag you to the hospital

if it slowly starts to get better though, he will let up considerably

he’ll also stop making you covid test 90 times a day and stop wearing a mask whenever he comes to help out

he leaves you to your own schedule except doesn’t pay attention to when you’re taking meds like chenle does, just if you're taking them

but will ensure you eat and drink water

when you get better ur gonna have to deal with like 9 million kisses

it’s your fault you deprived him of them!

renjun

my dear renjun, aka the exact middle

if you have one of those annoying colds that just makes you feel bad but you don’t have a bad fever then he is NOT getting anywhere near you

he’d rather die than have one of those

but if you’re really sick, he’ll give in and nurse you back to health

except it’s kind of … awkward?

i imagine renjun as the type of person who never gets sick so tbh he has no clue what to do other than giving you medicine and making you drink water

you wouldn’t know it but he texts jaemin asking what he should do like every hour

imagine your dad taking care of you when you’re sick instead of your mom (unless your father wasn’t the awkward parent in which case just imagine someone who wouldn’t usually take care of you taking care of you)

that’s huang renjun!

he only ever takes your temperature when you’re asleep so you don’t have to witness him lowkey freak out over how sick you are

103?!? 104!? you’re killing him

he’d probably make whatever his mom made him when he was sick as a kid, so you’ll be eating pretty well

and because jaemin tells him to make sure you drink a lot of water, you’re drinking a lot of water. like, 20 gallons a day (okay well not that much)

he masks his panic really well though, so you (thankfully) won’t notice, not like you’ll notice with jisung lol

even though he’s not the best, renjun will probably be the one to get you feeling better the fastest because he’s relying on literally everybody else for help

the only issue is it’ll be the type of recovery where the symptoms linger for a month and a half because you returned to your normal routine immediately after your fever disappeared

enjoy the stuffy nose and linger cough !! at least your fever is gone and renjun isn’t making you drink nine gallons of water a day anymore!

jeno

the next trio are team “i don’t care if i get sick” but in very different ways

jeno doesn’t care if he gets sick because he’s not the most out-and-about person in the first place, so, if he gets sick, the most he’ll have to do is go grocery shopping while feeling gross

jeno gives lots of cuddles when you’re not feeling well! he spends 90% of the day laying next to you and holding your hand or koala hugging you

doesn’t panic, but you can tell he’s extremely worried, which makes you feel bad

documents every single fluctuation in your temperature and makes sure you always have some sort of cold compress to help control the heat

if it passes 104, you’re straight to the hospital, even if it’s just the flu or a worse-than-normal cold

like chenle, he’ll give you medicine at the exact perfect intervals, but he doesn’t stop like chenle does

rather than rushing to get you feeling better, he wants to make sure you return to health organically, so he doesn’t let you go back to normal with literally any symptoms

once the fever is gone, he lets up a bit, but that doesn’t mean he’ll stop helicoptering

any inkling it’s going back up and you are BACK IN BED!

jeno doesn’t ask for help when you get sick, which might be the best part about being taken care of by him

even if he’s worried, he’s sure to make you understand that you’re not going to die or anything and that you’ll be fine within a week or so

being taken care of by jeno means absolutely no lasting symptoms, a lot of water, and yummy food until you’re fully better

lowk you want to get sick .. tbh ..

if it means jeno will spend every waking moment with you, you’ll be sick forever

mark

now originally i was like

mark is def below jeno

and then i thought about it

so yea seeing your fever will make him panic because how the fuck did you end up with a 103-degree fever out of nowhere

but, in terms of making your sickness bearable, mark lee is #2 in that department!

if your throat hurts, he’ll buy you 3 bags of cough drops and 90 popsicles to soothe your throat

bequeath you 70 cups of perfectly warmed, throat-soothing tea

tells you not to talk so that you don’t irritate your throat more

your throat hurts for about an hour

feeling nauseous? mark is trusting essential oil moms and making you inhale peppermint extract while he unearths a state-of-the-art heating pad and any sort of nausea-soothing chewables he might own

nausea goes away after an hour

headache? he gives you the most impressive migraine medicine you’ve ever seen, puts a cold washcloth on your forehead, and makes sure not an ounce of bright light is shining into your eyes

headache gone

he’s like a wizard, i swear

on top of that, mark is generally a sweetheart, so he’s trying his best to cheer you up at any moment ever

he’ll recount stupid stories of the boys or tell you weak jokes that always make you smile and laugh

in the way that he panics, his comfort-performance skyrockets because he’s doing absolutely everything he can to make sure you’re barely aware that you’re sick

he’s so relieved when you’re better that he practically deflates

and then he ends up sick because he didn’t even consider the possibility of that happening lol

have fun taking care of him!! consider it reimbursement for the past week he spent breaking his back for you!

jaemin

if mark is a wizard jaemin is like a god

it’s so insane

he like predicts when you’re going to start feeling a certain way and gives you medicine to suppress it before it even HAPPENS

you might feel gross and exhausted in general, but your symptoms are always going to be minor because jaemin is a psychic and will not let them get worse than a minor headache or a bit of nausea

when you first tell him you’re sick, he’s not worried at all either

your fever could be the highest one he’d ever see and he’d just be like “okay, go lay down”

like chenle, he’ll monitor your temperature but lie about how high it actually is to make sure you don’t panic and make things worse (even if it’s high enough to make him start to worry, he’ll just suggest going to the hospital to make sure it’s nothing you’ll need antibiotics for)

will casually ask if you need anything or if anything is bothering you, but he won’t do it to the point that it starts to annoy you

similar to jeno, he’s not worried about the speed of your recovery either, he’s just focused on getting you to the point of recovery no matter how long it takes

has a pretty intense “let things run their course” mindset, and if you try to make a big deal about getting better to go back to work or school, he’ll just tell you to go to bed and let yourself relax

of course, if things get worse rather than getting better, the mindset turns off and he’s focused on a quick recovery, but that probably won’t happen

jaemin also gives lots of cuddles; hugs when you’re feeling oddly cold, or when you’re generally upset by how you’re feeling

kisses you on the cheek every time he leaves the room to go get meds or bring you food

he treats you like he normally would, which is almost like the icing on the cake with this

you don’t feel alienated at all when you’re sick, you just feel like you with a bit of gross on the side

imagine all of the boys’ good qualities mashed into one, and that’s jaemin

thank you for reading!

#cinna.txt #nct dream #nct dream x reader #nct dream fluff #nct dream headcanons #nct dream reactions #nct dream scenarios #mark x reader #renjun x reader #jeno x reader #haechan x reader #jaemin x reader #chenle x reader #jisung x reader #nct x reader #nct headcanons #nct reactions #req

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noob-with-a-shitty-computer · 1 year

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I ask my dictionary the definition of “cute”

(Idia Shroud x Reader, Reader’s world AU)

(hello, this is a self indulgent thing that i’ve been thinking abt writing for a while now. sorry if the reader’s reactions don’t fit with you tho :[ also if u could guess the movie then that would be cool too :D)

It’s been two months.

Two months since you came back to your home world…with someone else. Ignihyde’s housewarden, Idia Shroud.

He never thought he’d jump in and reach for you like some hero, but here he is now, in your room. It took some time to adapt to all of this, but you were still able to provide for him so it wasn’t too bad for just two months. While there are some bad things to coming here, like not seeing Ortho or sacrificing his daily streak in his video games, there are some good things about it too. He helps you around the house while you’re away, you keep him company and show him some of your world’s media. To him, nothing beats Precipice Moirai or Star Rogue, but he will admit that he did enjoy some of the things you show to him.

Today, you both had a day of free time so you decided spend some time with your reclusive roommate. You walk to the basement and knock on his door. No answer. You open the door and find him tampering with something. You have no idea how he managed to get the materials, but you already know he’s always full of mysteries.

“Idia.” You called out, you see his head perk up. “Hm, what do you want?” He mutters as you walk to his desk. “I was just wonderi-“ you pause as you recognize what was on his desk. “Wait… Are you disassembling my old console?!” You look at him with worry as he keeps a nonchalant expression. “Relax, I’ll put everything back together afterwards.”

You sigh, “Fine, I trust you. But you owe me if you break anything. I still have some games there I like to play from time to time…” You’re usually the one who makes money here, but you’re sure he’ll manage if he does actually do some damage.

“Okay, deal. So, what were you gonna say before you saw your console tragically torn apart by your isekai’d roommate?” Idia remarked. Back to the intended topic, you explain why you’re here.

“I was just wondering if you wanted to watch a movie together today.”

“What kind of movie?”

“It’s probably not much, but I’ve been wanting to watch it with you.” Idia looks at you curiously, “You don’t want me to put your console back together?”

“You can do it afterwards.”

Idia then lifts himself out of his seat and follows you upstairs to your room.

You both lay on your bed, searching on your TV for the movie you wanted to watch. Afterwards, you click on what looks like a romance anime with soft yet lively visuals. Idia had seen some of the romance anime content here, but he wasn’t so into it compared to the action or sci-fi genre.

“A romance movie?” He asks. You nod, “Again, it’s not much, but it’s one of my favorites.”

“Oh boy, I wonder how I’d feel about your taste in movies after this. Fui-hi-hi…” You puff your cheeks and bump his arm in response before playing the movie.

The visuals were sweet, yet energetic. The characters had familiar tropes, yet they have a little bit of uniqueness to them that fits the plot wonderfully. Idia even finds himself somewhat relating to the main character who’s a shy boy that likes to tune out the world with his headphones.

It was nice and warm, but he thought there were better anime films out here. Though, seeing your smile, filled with nostalgia and softness, didn’t seem like a terrible bonus…

After a while, the confession scene came in. The shy boy yelling out a heartfelt poem to who was his dear friend and the one who stole his heart. Idia looks over to you and finds a few tears flowing out of your eyes. While he didn’t think it’d be enough to make him cry, he did thought it was a special confession. It was enough to paint a small smile to his face. He doesn’t think he’ll ever be able to do what the main character did though… wait, who would he even confess to in the first place..? No, he couldn’t, could he?

The end credits rolled and he spoke up, “Umm, you okay?” You wipe your tears, “Yeah, don’t worry. I cried the first time I watched this too. Did you like the movie?”

Idia shrugged “It’s was alright.”

“Good enough.” You added.

You pause for a moment, “Hmm, if you get my console fixed up, do you wanna play a game with me? I have an extra controller for you… and you can pick the game this time.”

Idia accepts your offer with a soft smile.

#rin’s writings >—❥#idia shroud #idia shroud twst #idia shroud x reader #twst idia #idia x mc #idia x reader #idia shroud twisted wonderland

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makemake22 · 2 months

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Torture Me Like You Love Me

Warning: manga spoiler, angst, ugly feeling, blaming Law and yourself

Notes: hey, i was gonna write this for oc x law but i realised i also a meanie, so i wanna write this in reader x law, muehehehehehe

Law felt weight on his shoulder. As he turned around, he saw you. You were hugging him from behind. You put your head into his shoulder. Law put down his book as he stared behind his shoulder.

“bad day?” Law asked as he slowly move away your bangs from your forehead. You tilt your head, look into his eyes. Two orbs of gold that you adore so much. That you always want to stare longer, never get tired of his eyes. It is always beautiful. It always sparks joy inside your heart.

You didn’t say anything, your arms around his waist tightened. Law gives you a soft smile. He turns around and now it’s him that is holding you close to his chest. You were pulled into his embrace. Then, your eyes flutter close as his lips touch the crown of your head. Law hand travels up to your spine and caresses you back and forth..

Both of them haven't said anything. You also left his question hanging, letting Law comfort you. you felt his lips linger to your ear before he kissed the tip.

“Tell me, please?” Law tilts your chin from the crook of his neck. Looking at your expression. Eyes half lidded, a frown was on your lips. Law chuckled and kissed your lips. Your eyes widened and closed your eyes. Tasting bittersweet coffee, mixed with something you don't recognize.

“Law,” you hold his waist and bury your face into his neck again, this time you look away. Law gives a harmless smirk, lookinh into your head.

“don’t,” you said, biting your inner cheeks as you felt his hand caressing your hair. You buried your face immediately into his clothes. Take a sniff of his scent. your hold on his waist tightens more, as if it's gonna break his shirt.

“please,” you said. Your voice was strained. You didn’t realize it would be this hoarse. Your shoulder trembling. Law gives his soft smile, but you couldn’t take any longer. It hurts so much. Everything seems blurry. The man in front of you slowly put his arms around you again, but this time, he buried his face into your shoulder. you can feel something warm on your shoulder.

“I am sorry, for appearing like this,” a soft voice lulls into your ears. Guilt was inside his tone. Your hands clench his shirt from behind. You want to scream. You want to ask him why he needs to appear in the dream.

“Law,” you looked into his eyes, you can’t give out any expression he made, only his smile. Maybe the dream is almost over?

But you know he’s crying too.

“i love you,” that’s the only words you said to him. No demand for him to stay. Not beg or anger why he appears in this dream as if trying to worsen your wounds that people didn’t see so much, not until they know you better.

You can feel him stunned. His expression, you can’t see it. His smile was gone, but you felt his thumb tracing your lips and he gave a chaste kiss. As he broke away, he didn’t waste his time to kiss your forehead.

“i love you too,”

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You woke up in your room. Your eyes looking at the ceiling. You still remember where you receive the news about your lover.

You didn't tell your crew, god, luckily you don't. You don't want to be comforted. You feel so weak if your crew saw you bawling your eyes over newspaper. The way you clench it tightly and pulling your cheeks down to hold ugly emotion that gonna explode through your eyes.

You curl yourself back then. Holding the newspaper to your hand. Hide your ugly face behind your knees. Your boyfriend, die in Blackbeard hand.

If Law was here beside you, he would said he glad you were one of Strawhat crew. Because if you're not, maybe he would devastated and got another deep trauma inside of him. He won't forgive himself for letting you die.

"but, Law, how about me?"

You asked yourself to the silence of the room. He would got another trauma inside of him. He would lose another loved one in the cruel hands called fate if you were on his crew. But how about you?

You also lost him. You also got a big hole in your heart when hearing about his news. You are devastating right now. You hate him, for leaving you alone. You hate him and begin to imagine what if you were on his submarine back then, maybe you could help him escape.

Maybe you could save his crews with your power. Now you don't know what should you do.

Now, you stand up from the bed and open the door. Looking at the blue sky and greet your crew. Trying to looks fine like always. Even though everyone agree, you still look bad after hearing your boyfriend die.

As you begin to have lunch, sitting somewhere close to the crew but didn't indulge in the conversation.

You remembered his touch on your hand as he grab you away from the crowds of Dressrosa.

You remembered his fond smile as you talk about your crew to him.

You still remember after The Heavenly Demon fall, when they're in Kyros house, he bandaging your arms. Telling you to be careful.

And his kisses. Damn, it's so nostalgic . So warm. As he wrap his arms around your body, whispering how he want to keep you close. His eyes linger below his signature hat as you walking around. Hands intertwine together as both of you finding secluded area to talk.

To dream.

But it's all vain, without him.

#trafalgar law x reader #angst

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inkyleaf · 3 months

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TG 210: Goblin Gambit (M-Humans to F-Goblins)

Note: The following story depicts a budding incestuous relationship.

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“Ready to finally get out of this dreadful town?” a young man named Arthur asked his brother Theodoric as he tightened his boots. “Ready as I’ll ever be,” Theo replied with a sigh, then continued: “You’re sure about this? Leaving mother and father to tend to the house and farm until this expedition is over and through?” Arthur laughed, scratching his short dirty blond beard. “You know they’ll be fine, brother! Besides, do you really want to stay cooped up in this tiny village when so much of the world is out there – unknown, and waiting to be discovered? And who’s to say we don’t encounter riches for the whole family along the way, aye?”

Ever since Arthur was a little boy, he’d always dreamt of exploring the world, as he’d grown up in a small medieval village known for its agriculture. His brother Theo was timid by comparison, but was always levelheaded and kept his brother out of trouble. Although Theo was hesitant about leaving his aging parents, he wanted to accompany Arthur on his journey to ensure that he stayed safe. Perhaps Arthur’s extravagant optimism and excitement was rubbing off a bit, too.

The brothers set off by horseback after hugging their parents goodbye, promising to return better than they left. Looking up from his map, Arthur loudly declared: “We’ll arrive at Feyhelm before the sun sets! Think of how good the ale will taste at the tavern, brother! This is only the beginning!” “I’ll hold you to that!” Theo said back with a grin as they both urged their horses to gallop faster. Without any words, the gallops quickly turned into a race that left a trail of dust in their wake.

Arthur arrived at the distant town of Feyhelm a good while before Theo caught up just as the sun was setting. Recognizing Arthur’s horse tied to post at the tavern, Theo followed suit and found his brother laughing and drunk with a group of strangers huddled over a pair of dice. Just as Theo was about to approach the tapster, he heard Arthur’s voice turn from jovial to rage. “Yeeeww fockin’ cheat’r! ‘Ere’s no way yewcud’ve nicked thrice inarow!” he slurred with a red face. Theo jumped in before things could escalate further: “Good sirs, this is my brother. I apologize for any trouble he may have caused. You see, we’re travelers new to this town!” One of the strangers, a strong man with long, messy hair, facial scars, and a jarringly fake tooth, pulled Theo in close by his collar and said with a wolfish grin: “Your brother owes me money,” then pushed him away.

“Please excuse us for a moment,” Theo grunted as he forcibly dragged his brother out of the tavern. He noticed a few other men guarding their horses. “What the hell did you do?!” Theo asked Arthur in a sharp whisper. “Aye…thought I could get us rich,” he replied slowly. “Odds were in my favor ‘n everyfin’! Itwas-n’t a bad idea…” After chatting with Arthur for the next half-hour as he sobered up, the brothers returned to the tavern to pay up. “You owe how much?!” Theo exclaimed. Arthur hung his head as the burly man said it again: “320 pence.” The brothers were diligent in bringing a lot of money for their journey ahead, but neither of them carried that much individually, forcing them to pool their coins together. “Pleasure gamblin’ with ya, boys.”

Leading their horses by the reigns, Arthur and Theo walked around town to find the inn in silence. Arthur knew he had messed up, and Theo was rightfully upset. The next morning, they got into an argument. Theo exclaimed: “Let’s cut our losses and go home! We can save up again to try this next year or something, but you’ve shattered our chances at survival on day one!” “Next year?! You hardly even wanted to explore this year! How much more time of your life will you throw away? How many more excuses will you make for staying put? Brother, we are fine! We still have some money.” Theo had always been proud of his ability to keep in brother in check, but it seemed like there was no convincing him this time. Arthur was determined to forge ahead despite only having enough money for the bare essentials that wouldn’t even last a week. During the argument, Arthur spat: “If you want to go back to mum and dad, then go! I’m not going to stop you!” “And leave you to die in some unknown cave?” Theo mumbled back, knowing that he couldn’t leave his brother in good conscience.

The brothers set off to the next closest town of Alryne after a light breakfast, expecting to arrive before sunset. The cheerful atmosphere of adventuring that Theo felt yesterday had been replaced with anxiety. Arthur put on a good face, trying to convince his brother that they would find some kind of riches along the way, or even women, but even his optimism was slightly faltering. Wanting to manifest his beliefs, Arthur insisted on a detour since he knew they had time to spare before arriving at Alryne. He dragged his increasingly pessimistic brother along for hours before finding an old, crumbling tower in the middle of a forest.

“Ah-ha!” Arthur exclaimed, “I knew there were treasures to be had! Look, brother! Think of all the ancient riches that could be hiding away in this building! This is what I’ve been talking about! There’s so much to find and explore!” Theo managed to crack a smile, praying that his brother was correct. The pair walked through the doorway that had already been broken into, finding nothing but an empty room with a staircase spiraling upwards. “The riches must be up there,” Arthur said with a wide grin. Upon arriving at the upper levels, Theo’s hopes were dashed. Every room was filled with desks, shelves, and other hidden compartments – all picked clean like a meatless skeleton.

Theo tried to contain his frustration as they walked back down the stairs, but his brother’s delusions were now made clear, and he had to let it out. “There’s nothing here! Nothing!” Theo yelled, stomping his foot to the floor. “Do you see now, brother! Your ideas of the grand adventurer are fantasy! Any riches that may have been waiting for us are already long gone!” Theo stomped the floor again, causing it noticeably buckle. Arthur admittedly felt embarrassed, but the shift in the floor reignited his hope.

“Wait, brother, do that again,” Arthur said, stomping the wooden floor beneath him to no avail. “I’ll damn well stomp as many times as I need to to get this through your head!” Theo replied with more stomps, making a seam between two parts of the floor clear to Arthur. “That could be… Brother, help me lift this!” Arthur shooed Theo away from his spot and looked for a good way to grip the slightly displaced flooring. The piece was larger than he would’ve thought, as it extended all the way to the wall a few meters away. “This is bloody heavy!” Arthur huffed through clenched teeth, unable to get a good grip until Theo pitched in. With a lot of effort, the brothers managed to overturn the large floorboard with a thud that shook the room, revealing another staircase into the underground.

“This is it! This must be where the treasures are!” Arthur exclaimed, skipping down the stairs. Theo followed with a furrowed brow, then eased up at the sight of the room downstairs. There were tables and shelves lined with old vials and equipment he’d never seen before. He plugged his nose at the stench of dried-up plants, dead rats, and other ingredients that surrounded a lot of the equipment, but was nevertheless excited for Arthur to have discovered this room.

Arthur came up to Theo with a bunch of glass and metal instruments in his arms. “How much do you think these will go for?” he asked giddily, then continued: “This place hasn’t been touched in years, or maybe even longer… And we’re the first to discover its history!!” “It’ll be hard to make back 320 pence with some rusty metal,” Theo smirked, then continued to look around. He noticed a large green stone on a pedestal at the back of the room, protected by a glass covering. As he drew closer, he could see a slight glow. “Hmm, now a rare mineral may actually fetch a good price,” Theo mumbled to himself while his brother gathered more things like a kid in a candy store. He hauled the heavy stone to the center of the room, then called Arthur for help.

“I think that if we can break into this stone,” Theo began, “we can figure out what kind of minerals are inside.” “So we just gotta break it, yeah?” Arthur replied. “Yes, well, carefully. I think. I’m no expert, but doesn’t this look like it’d be worth more than most other things in here? If we took it to an appraiser, they may charge extra to get to the minerals in the first place…I think. And it’s already cracked quite a bit, see here and there?” Theo pointed at the lines.

Arthur dropped his haul to examine the rock himself. “Minerals…like diamonds? Oh yes brother, this has to be it! We’ve struck gold on day two!” After a little more discussion, the brothers held the rock together and dropped it onto the floor with a loud thump. They repeated the process multiple times, increasingly chipping away at the rock’s exterior. “C’mon, show us the insides!” Arthur cheered, eventually taking the rock himself to slam on the floor. After a few slams, the rock burst like a bomb, releasing green haze and knocking the brothers onto the floor where they fell unconscious for an hour.

As Theo awakened, he slowly recalled what they were doing prior. “The…rock…the rock! Argh! What happened to that blasted thing? Did it really…explode?” he said to himself, scrambling back to the location of its impact. He found pieces of the rock, but it had lost its subtle glow, and there were no traces of valuable minerals inside. Theo sighed as Arthur awoke. “Theodoric, are you okay?” was the first thing Arthur asked, thinking of his brother before himself despite his pounding head. “I am. I think the rock may have burst, but it should be okay. The minerals must be deeper in. At this point, it’s probably wiser to take to an appraiser so that we don’t risk further damages.” “Atta boy!” Arthur exclaimed, slapping his brother’s shoulder.

The brothers were relieved to still see that the sun hadn’t set yet. As they emerged from the tower with loads of supplies, their horses looked at them with pause. “What’s that look about, Thor? It’s me!” Arthur said, securing his load to the side of his horse. “They probably don’t want to carry this much on top of your fat arse,” Theo laughed as he secured a lighter bag, then continued: “We should be reaching Alryne in a few hours. We’ll be traveling slower than expected and lost a lot of time, so it’ll likely be after sunset, but we should be fine. Tomorrow’s priority is finding an appraiser.”

Arthur and Theo set off and talked cheerfully for a good while, but Arthur grew quieter as time passed which was unlike him. Eventually, he let Theo take the lead and voluntarily trailed behind, not wanting to speak or be seen. I’m beginning to feel ill, he thought, but we’re almost to Alryne, and Theodoric is in good spirits. I probably just need a hot bath… Due to his lack of energy, Arthur was leaned in close to his horse’s mane and did not notice how the hair on his sweaty skin was beginning to fall out, including the short beard he wore with pride.

Around the same time, Theo also began to feel unwell, but wanted to press on strong as the rider in front, knowing that their daylight was limited. Similar to his brother, his skin became lined with sweat, and his body hair began falling out. He lightly flexed his fingers, toes, and jaw with repeated movements, feeling as if his bones were growing stiffer by the minute. “G-Gaahh,” he would mutter to himself as bones would shift and grind against one another, primarily around his joints, shoulder, and pelvis. He frequently stretched his arms and legs while still riding to alleviate the odd sensations, hoping that his brother wasn’t judging him from behind.

By the end of the hour, both brothers were fidgeting uncomfortably within their clothes. Both of their feet had shrunk, making it difficult to keep their boots on, and their shirts and pants were noticeably baggier. Gritting his teeth, Theo sat as tall as he could while periodically looking back to ensure that his brother was still following – he was too far behind to see clearly, but the silhouette of his horse was visible enough. Frustrated by his longer sleeves, he rolled them up and noticed that his forearms had become slimmer along with his fingers and hands. The sun sets soon, we have to make it… That is the priority right now, he thought, shaking his head.

Arthur wasn’t taking his illness as well as Theo. He was barely holding himself upright, enduring the plight of his changing skeleton as best he could. “Still a few more hours,” he mumbled under his breath just as he felt something different from within his body. His body leaned even more forward as he felt the small of back arch inward. “Hn-hnngghh-!” His grunts came through clenched teeth as his legs tightly held the sides of his horse. What started as soft fat filling out his shrunken thighs soon turned into an abundance of volume. Alongside a broadening pelvis, his lower body grew and morphed with large feminine proportions that threatened to tear his once-loose pants.

Arthur’s groaning grew louder, but Theo couldn’t hear him over their horses’ clops or over his own muttering. He tried to giddy his horse to go faster once he realized that his fingernails were elongating and darkening, but his horse remained at a slow pace, feeling Theo grow heavier before Theo himself noticed. As his upper arms became fuller with soft feminine fat, a faint crack emitted from within his chest. His breathing was heavy, and every step his horse took was met with a little bounce in his chest that grew more uncomfortable every minute. Veins pressed against his skin, and his nipples hardened, as his pecs swelled over the course of the next hour, eventually splitting into two distinct mounds.

Theodoric was periodically shocked into silence as he felt his chest grow and could simply not focus on anything else once the orbs of flesh became large enough to sag and flail around from riding on horseback. His skinny body continued to thicken beneath his chest with plump thighs that filled out his pants – although not nearly as much as Arthur’s – and a softer, less defined stomach that was accented with a pinched waist.

Unable to bear the afflictions any longer, Arthur stopped on the side of the road as the sun had almost set while Theodoric continued forward, oblivious to what was happening behind him. Arthur angrily threw some of his clothes off, almost ripping them beyond wearability in the process, to alleviate some of his cold sweat. “What is this…?” he spat when he felt longer and sharper nails poke into his body in the process. “My legs!” Arthur yelled after wriggling out of his pants, laying his eyes on two hairless thighs that were thicker than thick. He fell onto his weak knees, feeling his arms and face begin to twitch from some force within. He clutched the side of his face with one hand, feeling his jaw reshaping within his palm, while the other cupped his slimy shrinking genitals.

“No…! No!” Arthur could feel his manhood slipping away from his hand, diverting his attention from his changing skull. His stern nose flattened above a mouth that was growing sharper and more jagged teeth, and his bushy dirty blond eyebrows slimmed and darkened while his short hair began growing. Arthur noticed his voice changing as he mumbled to himself with fear and panic, but paid it no mind as he spread his legs further, trying to stop his dick and balls from retracting further. He also failed to notice his large biceps diminish after a crack in his shoulder blades shook his upper body, feminizing his whole upper frame with increasingly smoother skin.

After the sun had gone down, Theodoric also needed to stop at the side of the road. Looking back for the first time in a while, he wondered where Arthur was. Instead of worrying about him, he was relieved that his brother wouldn’t see him in this state for the moment. Theo’s calm and collected demeanor crumbled after painfully throwing his shirt and coat off. The ridiculously large breasts that hung from his body made him scream in terror and fall back onto his ass. A few pops emitted from within his pants as his slender legs continued to shrink and develop into limbs that would contribute to a shapely figure.

Through heavy breaths, Theo examined his bare arms and hands after getting a grip, noticing that they looked nothing like his own. They were weak, dainty, and even within the darkness, Theo could tell that their color was off. He fell all the way onto his back as sensations similar to Arthur’s crept into his face and neck. Is this where I die…? he thought as his rigid and baggy eyes were forcibly closed. He could feel every little shift of bone and muscle in his face as it reshaped beyond recognizability, but was numb to his hair darkening and growing down to shoulder length. The tips of his ears also grew to a long point, almost poking out like horns. He clutched his pounding head with one strong hand and yelled at the top of his lungs, his voice completely changing in the process.

Neither brother moved for a long awhile as the pains of their transformations faded away. They caught their breaths and attempted to assess what had happened in their own ways. They could barely see themselves in the pitch-black night, but felt their new flesh, proportions, and feminine assets with horror and uncertainty. Only the raw need for warmth and shelter was able to move them once a few too many breezes swept by. Unfortunately, both of their horses – who had excellent night vision – bolted at the sight and smell of them in fear, leaving them stranded in the woods near the path to Alryne.

“Theo!” “Arthur!” The brothers called out to each other as they hobbled in the directions they thought they were in. Both of them were equally disgusted at the sound of their distinctly husky and womanly voices. To their relief, they managed to find each other by the sounds of their names after some time, although they were hesitant to approach.

“Arthur, are you over there?” Theo called. He knew Arthur wouldn’t be able to see him, but he felt utterly helpless and embarrassed in his foreign body draped by clothes that were now far ill-fitting. “Theo, it’s me!” Arthur called back, “I’m walking in your direction…!” Arthur had similar reluctancies, but was more relieved to know his brother was alive. Arthur’s hair had grown long enough to tickle the small of his back as he awkwardly moved with his large swinging hips.

“I’m right in front of you, Arthur.” “I’m here, I’m here…is that really you, Theo?” Unable to see clearly, the pair slowly approached for an embrace, but the feeling of Theo’s massive bust pushing against Arthur’s modest breasts made them flinch and walk back. “I don’t…” Theo began. The pair muttered aimless thoughts to each other for a while, wondering what had happened to them and if they were going to be okay. As the night progressed and as they continued their small talk, the needs for sleep and warmth quickly approached. The brothers ended up huddling together on the ground within the forest, feeling each other’s smooth skin and shapely figures with tired mumbles and silent chuckles.

Once the sun rose, the sound of Arthur’s screaming at Theo woke him up, who then screamed equally loud at the sight of his brother. Both of them stood around 1.5 meters tall and were completely unrecognizable through their female faces, both of which were slightly tinted pale green with long ears, pointed teeth, and vaguely yellow eyes. From last night’s experience, they knew that their bodies carried feminine proportions, but seeing them in the flesh felt surreal, especially when Arthur’s ass and Theo’s tits were far larger than the other’s. Contrary to their lighter hair, they both now wore long and slightly wavy black hair at different lengths.

“Brother…” “Are we…” “We’re women?” “We’re…we look like goblins,” the pair spun their thoughts around in awe, unsure of what to say or do about any of this. After a long pause, Theo said: “Well, we could walk to Alryne from here before sunset, but-” “We have to find a way to fix this!” Arthur interrupted, “I cannot live as-as a creature! Look at us!” “Brother, c-calm down,” Theo said, “perhaps we can find someone in Alryne who knows about…but would we even be able to approach the town? What if we’re cast away as monsters? I’ve heard tales of woodland creatures before, but I didn’t think they’d exist-“ “What choices do we have, brother?!” Arthur yelled. “We have to get to Alryne and fix this, now!”

As the pair walked down the muddy path, struggling to keep their shoes on every few steps, Theo was quickly getting used to the weight of his new stride, while Arthur continued to complain about his appearance, his weight, and the loss of his manhood. “Like, it’s really just gone!” he would constantly state, feeling himself again as if it would come back at any moment. “I know, brother, I know.” Theo didn’t know how to calm him down or how to reassure him that everything would be okay this time, which began to upset him.

A guardsman approached the brothers when they were close to Alryne after several long hours of walking. Although he wanted to fend them off, the fact that they were wearing clothing and could speak coherently swayed the guard to let them in. Theo asked if any other creatures had come through Alryne and told the guard about their condition, hoping to find anyone who could offer a cure. To the brothers’ surprise, the guard stated that goblins did pass through town on rare occasions to drink and peddle wares, but were also under close supervision – the brothers were warned that any signs of aggression would result in death.

“So goblins are real,” Theo said to himself with a chuckle, “And they speak and drink like us. Isn’t that wild? I suppose you were right, brother. There really is a lot to discover in this world.” While Theo was becoming more and more fascinated, Arthur was scouring the town for the pub – not for a coveted drink, but for information from tapster. When Theo suggested that they purchase fitting clothing, Arthur stated that it would be a waste of money since they would surely be cured soon. The tapster led the brothers to both a practical doctor and a shaman. The doctor offered no help; only a perverted fascination in their bodies. As they recounted their tale to the shaman, the shaman theorized that the explosive green stone may have cursed them, which set Arthur’s next goal – finding their horses who carried all of their loot from the day prior.

Theo naturally agreed to help his brother, but only after the pair purchased small feminine cottes and shoes to wear, expending most of their little remaining money. Holding his breasts in both hands through the clothes, Theo said: “This certainly feels much better, doesn’t it, brother?” Arthur sighed and replied: “Yeah. I guess so. Let’s get moving, I don’t want to spend another night in this…this skin.” Despite their best efforts, the horses weren’t able to be found, and the sunset forced them to return to Alryne for food and shelter. Pinching pennies, they rented a single bed room.

The brothers found it difficult to sleep that night, especially with their large assets constantly pressing against the other while they tossed and turned. They tried sleeping on the floor, but didn’t have enough blankets or pillows to fend off the cold from the floorboards, making the bed their only option. Due to his smaller bust and longer hair, Arthur ended up being the bigger spoon to his brother despite being the same height. Throughout the night, his little hands intentionally and unintentionally held and brushed against Theo’s large breasts, giving him some sense of comfort and normalcy. Theo didn’t respond or swat Arthur’s hand away; rather, he reluctantly enjoyed it. His breathing became intermittently heavy, and unfamiliar sensations fermented between his legs.

The next day, Arthur continued to search for the horses while Theo remained in town desperately searching for work. He ended up selling a few strands of his hair to curious researchers and posed nude for hours for an artist who was eager to capture his first willing non-human subject. That evening, Arthur returned to town in an expectedly sour mood from being empty-handed, and even the news of Theo’s newly earned money did little to cheer him up. The pair ate a hearty dinner with ale at the tavern that night.

As the pair got into bed, Theo insisted on being the big spoon despite how uncomfortable his breasts were pressing into Arthur’s back. After a moment of silence, Theo spoke softly: “You know, maybe these forms aren’t as awful as you’re making them out to be.” Theo’s left hand glided down Arthur’s curves. “Of course they are,” Arthur pouted, “I am not a woman, I am not a-a creature… I’m supposed to be a m-maa-aan-” Arthur began to stutter as Theo’s hand slipped between his large thighs. “You needn’t be so rigid all the time, brother,” Theo practically whispered. “Maybe we’ll be cured one day, but if we are to remain like this for the rest of our lives, well…” “We can’t!” Arthur shouted, “How are we supposed to return to our family like this?! It’s unthinkable!” After another pause, Theo brought his hand up to Arthur’s breasts. “That’s something we can figure out in the future. But we must live in the present right now.”

Arthur and Theo continued lodging in Alryne for the week, taking on odd jobs around the large town while continuing to search for their lost horses and loot, losing hope that they’d find either. As they became more involved in town, they faced racism and sexism to extents they couldn’t have foreseen. Theo was adept at brushing it off most of the time, but passing comments continued to make Arthur angrier and more insecure about his body, leading him to be even more reliant on Theo to cheer him up. Although they never looked directly at each other as they slept together, they continued to lightly poke and fondle each other’s bodies. They knew it was wrong, but their soft skin and ample feminine assets brought a form of comfort that couldn’t be describe in words, especially when pressed up close in a single bed.

One night, as Theo was playing with Arthur’s long hair in bed, he said: “Why haven’t you cut your hair?” He wanted to address him as ‘brother’ or ‘Arthur’ as he usually did, but stopped himself that night; it just didn’t feel right anymore. Then, he continued: “This is awfully long for someone who wants to cling to their masculinity.” A moment of silence passed. Theo wanted it to come off as playful teasing, but was worried that he may have gone too far. The truth was that the thought simply never occurred to Arthur over everything else they’d been dealing with, but he thought of another reason that felt appropriate to say through a cracked voice: “It’s for you.” “For me?” Theo replied, dumbfounded. Arthur continued after clearing his throat: “Yes, well…I was under the impression that you enjoyed it, and you’ve done so much for me…throughout my whole life, but especially throughout the past couple weeks. Sometimes I feel like a burden. I always wanted to be the one to be relied on, and yet it seems like I’ve been relying on you for longer than I can remember. You’re always so…calm, so leveled. Sometimes I try to imitate it, but I just can’t. And now, even when your body is lost to the Devil, you carry on. You keep us safe and fed. And all I can do is try and catch up.”

Theo sniffed, feeling a tear well in his eye. He didn’t know how to reply, as such a heartfelt sentiment from Arthur was incredibly rare. With a trembling voice, Theo whispered as he caressed Arthur: “Oh Ansee…” After a pause, Arthur chuckled. “Ansee? What’s that?” Theo couldn’t help but giggle too. “Ansee is, well, it’s an elvish name. I’ve been trying to study the language of…goblins. Although the dialect between elves, goblins, and orcs are all very similar, I’m not too good at discerning specifics just yet.” “Oh so now you believe in orcs?” Arthur laughed. Theo replied with a smirk: “Could mistake you for one in the dark, you little scamp,” then gave Arthur’s ass a hard smack.

It took a few days for Ansee to get used to her new name. In turn, she decided to rename Theodoric to Thraba over a fresh meal and ale at the tavern. “To living in the present,” Ansee smiled, raising a glass with her sister. By now, both women had gotten used to presenting as the exotic females that they were around town and were eagerly making connections with townsfolk throughout their odd jobs, even though Ansee could still get moody about herself from time to time. Thraba had been looking into jewelry, only holding herself back due to the uncertainty of tomorrow’s funds, and Ansee had been taking even better care of her long lustrous hair, always wearing it down with pride.

On that same night, when Thraba had left to use the outhouse toilet, a group of men approached Ansee and demanded sexual favors, insisting that this was the luckiest day of her life while also ragging on her appearance. Ansee breathed and remained calm at first, but then several men got physical. Ansee called for help, but her sister was out of earshot. With her ass and breasts being groped and her limbs being constrained, she howled more fiercely than she knew she was capable of. The moment of the shock that the men experienced gave Ansee the chance to free one arm long enough to slash at the face of a man with her sharp nails.

Pandemonium broke out in the tavern. “Guards! Call the guards!” “This creature attacked us!” “It’s gone mad!” It took a lot of effort for Ansee to hold herself back from pursuing the other men. Once Thraba heard people screaming and running outside, she bolted back into the tavern and saw her sister’s bloody hand. There was no time for words, Thraba simply held the door open for Ansee to approach, then they ran as far away from the building as they could.

Once they found a quiet place, Ansee’s guilt came pouring out. “I-I didn’t mean to, I didn’t…want to, they just came out of nowhere and-” “It’s okay,” Thraba interrupted, “I know you wouldn’t do such a thing if you didn’t have to.” Thraba held her sister’s shoulder with one hand, and slowly brought her other to Ansee’s face as they gazes met. Just as their eyelids were fluttering, they heard a guard shout: “Monster spotted on Crescent Road! Seize them!” The sisters started running again, then a guard blindsided Ansee with a buckler from a hidden alley, knocking her to the ground.

Thraba snarled at the guard. For once, she didn’t think, she simply acted by tackling the guard to the ground before disfiguring his face with her nails. “Let’s go!” Ansee called, snapping Thraba out of her rage. The guards stopped chasing them once they had escaped the town’s borders. The sisters ran for miles before running out of breath and collapsing onto the ground. After a few long minutes, Ansee crawled onto her sister as she had nearly regained her composure by looking up at the stars.

Looking into each other’s eyes again, the sisters made a few quiet hums before Ansee closed her eyes and gave Thraba a passionate lip-locking kiss. They held each other tight and felt each other up and down. Ansee nibbled on her sister’s long ears while Thraba bounced Ansee’s hefty ass, soon moving in to subdue her with unbridled feminine joy, her fingers in between her legs. Throughout the starry night, they locked legs and rubbed cunts, licked and squeezed voluptuous breasts, and stuck their tongues wherever a wet opening would accept.

After a long night filled with more climaxes than either of them could remember, Ansee and Thraba awoke in the early afternoon, slowly recalling everything that had happened. They looked at each other and giggled like little girls, almost wanting to start again until they felt their stomachs rumble. Thraba pulled a map out of her cotte’s pouch, barely legible through all of its creases and folds. “The next town, Wimborne, isn’t too far off. We should be able to make it by foot before the day ends,” she said.

The sisters chatted about anything and everything as they walked under the beaming sun. Eventually, Ansee brought up what they had done last night, causing both of them to stop walking. Thraba approached her and held her shoulder. “This is who we are now, Ansee. Living in the present, remember? That doesn’t just mean living with these bodies, it means living with everything that makes us, us. And, well… I don’t care if it’s wrong. I liked it. And if you like it, we can keep doing it.” Ansee blushed as her sister pulled her in closer, squeaking out an embarrassed “Thank you.” After a pause, Thraba closed her eyes and went in for a quiet kiss, then said “We might not actually make it to Windborne by tonight…but I trust that you’ll keep me warm?” Ansee snorted as she giggled, brushing her hair back. “Of course, uhm, b-baby… Of course.”

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galaxycunt · 6 months

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I Can Be Anything

1.5k words of silly little fun 😙 I promise

Listening to this while I wrote it hehe

A loud heckle cut through his story, “bull fucking shit, man!”

Buggy snapped his head in the direction of the woman pounding back beers two seats down. She didn’t look much older than him, carrying herself like she had decades more experience. Laughing, she rested her head in her palm like she expected him to do something about it.

”I’m new in town so I’ll let it slide that you don’t recognize me at first, sweetie.”

“Oh,” she smirked, “didn’t know the circus was in town. My bad.”

Buggy was leaning into his appearance, still didn’t appreciate the comparisons. But if this bitch was looking for a fight, she’ll get one.

”That’s right, it’s me. Buggy the Clown. The Genius Jester.”

”My mistake,” she stood up to curtesy, “my sincerest apologies. Didn’t realize you were the king of the clowns.”

The pirates in earshot laughed at his expense. A fight it is. Buggy gulped the last of his bottle, yanking back her hair. She yelped with a surprise, he couldn’t tell if her cheeks were flushed from the drink or something else.

She was pretty, long hair separated into two braids, tattoos of a career sailor, rope burns branded into her throat. All that admiring left him distracted, the woman stamping on his foot.

”Next time I’ll cut that hand off!”

”Oh yeah? Well listen up cu-“

”-oi! You two break any of my nice antique stools, I break your skulls. Got it?” The bartender cut in.

”Look at the guy, Jim. He ain’t scaring me,” she winked.

Buggy decided to brush her off, but she wouldn’t stop pestering him. Every time he told a joke, she laughed loud and sarcastic. Buggy was here to find a crew, stealing a ship and making a name for himself. Every time he approached someone, she was there.

”He’s gonna lead you straight to the depths, he can’t even get his lipstick to stay!”

”Oh, Stevie, don’t go. Sea Kings don’t like clowns, they taste funny!”

”Marines gonna make your sentence be performing for the troops. Fate worse than death!”

Every single time, a shit eating grin while she got drunker. Buggy just about had it, not wanting to leave and let her win. He sat back at the bar, face buried in his hands. Next thing she said, he told himself, he was going to put her in her place.

”Cigarette?”

”How about you fuck off before I smoke you!” it sounded better in his head.

Her eyes widened, “if you wanted your lips on me, should’ve just said so!”

His cheeks burned with anger and embarrassment, “shut up! Shut the fuck up!”

She stared at him, blowing smoke in his face. As he opened his mouth, she smacked him hard. Buggy flew into a rage, fists flying as he straddled her. A huge mistake, she kicked him right in the groin. As she returned to her seat all smiles, his hands dragged her back down.

”Holy shit! His hands!”

Buggy dragged her across the barroom floor as she struggled, attempting slice something. Cursing as his body put itself back together again.

Buggy dragged her to the back alley behind the bar, reveling at how disheveled she looked now. Disembodied hands picked her up, feet not touching the ground so they could be eye level.

”No one, and I mean no one, fucks with Buggy The Clown.”

”Devil Fruit, huh? Kinda cheating, don’t you think?”

He enjoyed watching her squirm, “since when do pirates fight fair?”

”Touché,” she said butting heads.

Still no use, his hands in an iron grip as he writhed on the ground. She kicked his ribs for good measure, hands finally letting her go.

What a funny little clown.

The woman had a good laugh at his expense, unaware that Buggy was right behind her. He hit her over the head with his fists.

“What did I fucking say!”

”Ow! Fuck! Alright, alright!”

They sized each other up, she couldn’t take down a devil fruit user so easily. She was going to take a shot at it anyway, she wasn’t a coward.

”What’s your name anyway?”

She smiled, “Mad Dog Mara. Bet you heard of that.”

He did, the pirate who survived a hanging, killing the marines involved. So mad, she did it twice.

“Join my crew.”

”You fucking with me?”

”You scared away your competition, what else is a man supposed to think?”

”I only join real crews.”

A knife flew past her, “I’m a real fucking pirate. You’re looking at the fucking king.”

She charged at him, Buggy bracing himself. Their knives dug into flesh at the same time, his torso separated, hers did not.

“Right on, Buggy The Clown.”

He didn’t pull the knife out, “holy shit.”

She smiled, “upstairs I got a room. No need for a doctor. If you really ain’t gonna kill me.”

Carefully he picked her up, carrying her bridal style up to her room. Buggy knew a few tricks, using the first aid in her room. She fought a lot, the box littered with dried bloody fingerprints.

“Cut the top off, ruined anyway.”

She watched him work, with a gentleness he didn’t give her before. Her heart jumped up her throat, maybe this was it. Funny way to go, a clown to match.

”Don’t be like that, you survived worse.”

”Hm? Oh yeah, just gotta breathe through it. That’s all.”

He nodded, cleaning the wound as best he could. She felt the need to make a joke of the whole thing, she wasn’t used to someone else helping her out.

”Not the way I wanted you to take my top off,” she smiled at his red face, ”You’re new to this aren’t you?”

”Nope.”

”Is that right?”

He nodded, “served on a crew. My whole life. Went my own way at 15. Didn’t look back.”

He said the last part quieter, like he didn’t fully believe it himself. She knew that all too well.

”Hand me that bottle, I’m ready for the stitches.”

He let her squeeze his arm as he worked, “how’d you survive that execution?”

Her eyes glossed over, “rope broke the first time. I was there for hours. I prayed to whoever wanted to listen, ‘wasn’t I a child of this world? Don’t I deserve to live too?’ And then it broke.”

”And the second time?”

”I like you Buggy, so I’ll let you in on my trade secret. I kept a whistle in my throat. Lets me breathe.”

”Huh.”

She smiled, “what’s it like? Eating that fruit?”

He frowned, not answering her for a moment. He bandaged her up, taking a swig of her bottle. Watching the liquid pour down her throat, the way it moved as she gulped.

”It tastes like shit. A little unfair in the end, all those wonderful powers made useless with a few splashes of water. Some pirate I am.”

”Made it this far.”

”Yeah.”

They stared at each other in a comfortable silence. He was drunk, on the booze and adrenaline, finger grazing her skin along the bandages. Her breath hitched, pulling him closer by the elbow. He had long lashes, fluttering like butterflies. She never seen a man look like him before, and he looked at her like she was the only woman in the world.

Like magnets, they pulled closer together. She could blame the day on this later, she needed him closer. Mara thought she should end fights like this more often. His fingers grazed the wound, a little concerned how good her whiny little moans sounded to him.

“Join my crew,” he said between kisses, “be my first mate.”

Buggy watched her squirm beneath him with stars in her eyes, it made him feel like the spotlight was on him. Relishing in the attention.

”Sure. As long as you keep doing that, right there.”

He was burning up, a spell cast upon him. She could make him do anything. The room was on fire, he needed to reach his release but he drew it out longer. His head spun, his brain catching up with him.

He helped her clean up, and change into something clean and dry. Carefully they snuggled up together. Buggy kept telling her their next plans, Mara threw out a few people she figured would be a good addition to his ship. And then they planned to get a bigger one.

”I’ll make you my queen, that I promise.”

”Unless I find it first, then I’ll be the king, right?”

“So I just sit around looking pretty?”

”You already have better hair than me. Why not?”

He laughed, “whatever you say, baby.”

Buggy waited for her at the dock, she insisted she would just need a check up with a doctor and would be ready to sail. He waited hours, unsure of where the doctor would be. The sun was setting, he went looking for her.

The doctor wouldn’t look him in the eye, his office showed signs of a struggle.

“Where is she? What happened?”

”Marines. Undercover.”

Buggy’s eyes widened. He needed to save her, by any means necessary.

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thetriplets3 · 1 year

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❊ never alone ❊

TW: mentions and alludes to mild to severe depression, descriptions of physical signs of an eating disorder, allusions of an eating disorder, talks about nightmares, and panic attacks are mentioned

You have the sweetest soul there is. You are so mindful of how I’m feeling and always asking if there’s anything you can do for me or if I’m okay. Usually I find this annoying because the answer almost every time is no, every day is a struggle for me, every day is the same. But I’ll never get annoyed hearing you ask because you care so much and would take my problems in a heartbeat if you could. You’re my medicine. You radiate this comforting and healing energy that is slowly healing all my wounds.

The wounds you have started healing in me are beginning to open back up. I’ve moved 2 hours away for school, 2 hours away from you and anyone I know. I’ve gotten to the worst place I’ve ever been mentally, and it’s noticeable physically. Whether you say it or not during our facetime calls, you noticed everything. You noticed how much weight I had lost, that I was merely just a skeleton. You checked in on me occasionally but never brought up the change in my appearance, not entirely sure how to approach that. I don’t think I realized just how bad it had gotten. When you deal with something every day for so long, it becomes a new normal for you. It makes you blind to the things around you.

I had tremors 24/7, graphic vivid nightmares that I can still see when I close my eyes, permanently scarred in my mind. I could barely sleep because I was so afraid of the nightmares. I’d start my days with a shower hoping it would add a little pep in my step but that was always unsuccessful. Putting my music on, I’d turn the water to scolding hot and just think about how I couldn’t stand every day being the same, it was a never ending nightmare. From the moment I woke up to the moment I fell asleep I would cry and cry until I cried myself into a panic attack to the point of not being able to breathe. I didn’t recognize the face staring back at me in the mirror, it was as if I was a ghost watching myself bleakly trying to survive. Food was impossible. Everything tastes different. Barely able to get a snack down, I was on a fine line between life and death, and no one seemed to notice. All I needed was for one person to realize I was barely able to keep my head above the water and no one did. I was desperately and silently pleading for help.

Waking up everyday and knowing exactly what will happen, as it’s been like this for weeks, knowing there’s nothing you can do to make it stop, knowing you are merely just an empty vessel of a skeleton leads me to think of only one option. To think those thoughts weighs so heavily on my mind it will forever haunt me. I’m laying in bed, crying so hard I’m on the verge of a panic attack, I hear a knock on the door. Waiting to see if my roommate will answer the door, the knocking stops, must have been for her. I’m sucked back into my thoughts and tears, clawing at my chest desperately gasping for a breath when I’m interrupted by a knock. I freeze, confused as to who would be knocking on my door. I crawl my way out of bed, bringing the blanket that’s wrapped around my shoulders with me. With a heavy sigh I opened the door not really wanting to see anyone. I was in shock, you were the last person I thought would be at my door but the one person I needed.

“You gonna say hi or just stare at me?” You ask with a smirk on your face.

I attack you in a hug, causing you to stumble backwards. My blanket covered body engulfs your torso as you wrap your arms around my shoulders and back comfortingly rubbing them. I refuse to let go because this is the one thing I’ve been needing so badly and I’m afraid if I let go it’ll all disappear. One thing I love about you is that you won’t let go of a hug until the other person does first, so we stay hugging each other in my doorway like our lives depend on it. Pressing a sweet kiss to the top of my head, you briefly pull away from the hug to wrap your arms around my torso, lifting me off the ground. I move my blanketed arms to wrap around your neck, burying my face in the crook of your shoulder and neck. I can’t help but let the tears continue to fall, wetting your neck.

“Oh sweetheart, I’m here it’s okay, let it out I’ve got you” you coo into my ear, resting your head against mine. You walk to my bed with our bodies still clinging to each other. Placing yourself under my covers with my body laying partly on yours, holding on to you for dear life. You reach up to remove the blanket that’s been hiding my body.

“You’ll be too warm honey, you gotta take the blanket off” you say.

I release my grip on the blanket letting you put it to the side, covering me with my bedding. Now that my blanket is gone my body is revealed. You can see and feel just how much I’ve been struggling. A tear slips your eye as you quickly wipe it.

“I see you sweet girl, I see that you’re not okay, I’m here to help” you whisper in the sweetest voice, rubbing my back soothingly.

That’s what I’ve been needing to hear, to know that somebody sees I’m not okay and is willing to help. Cuddling into your side, you delicately trace your fingers along my back. You can feel the tremors that have taken over my muscles. You knew I had hard days but weren't aware they got this bad. I didn’t know what was happening to me and I was scared. Seeing me in this fragile, vulnerable state breaks your heart. Your gentle tracing on my back is lulling me into a much needed nap.

“You’re not alone now sweetheart, I’m here I’ve got you. We’ll get through this together” you whisper in my ear as I drift off into sleep.

You stay awake and watch me for a while to make sure I don’t need anything. Your eyes graze my face watching as it contorts and slightly reacts to the nightmares. You tighten your hold on me, reminding me that you’re here. You eventually drift off into sleep yourself. I’m awake at 5am, unable to go back to sleep. You’re a heavy sleeper so I know reaching over you to grab my laptop to put on a show won’t disturb you, even putting my headphones in to make sure I don’t wake you. Putting on my comfort show, I try to relax. I zoned out that I didn’t see you wake up.

“Good morning sunshine, how are you feeling today?” you say with a sleepy voice that makes my heart skip a beat.

I grumble in response and shove my face into your neck. “Nightmares, only slept till 5” I mutter into your neck.

“I’m sorry honey that’s gotta be unpleasant” You say sincerely.

We stay in bed for about an hour watching tv as your hand rubs against my back, in an attempt to soothe my body. “We should get up and get ready” You tell me. This is the hardest part of the day for me. It always feels like the most difficult thing for me to do. I stay in bed while you go to the washroom to do your business and get changed. Coming back to my room you find me sleeping. Letting me sleep for a little while longer you pick out something comfy for me to change into. You even go as far as pairing items together to make outfits for me, so it takes less effort. You tidy up my room a little just by straightening and putting things where they belong. I wake up as you're doing so and sit up in bed stretching. You hand me a hoodie and sweatpants to change into, you turn around as I change.

“Shower? Skincare? What do you want to do?” You ask.

“None, too challenging” I mutter, embarrassed that I couldn't manage basic self care.

“I can do it for you, well at least the skincare. I can stay in the room while you shower if you don't wanna be alone” you suggest. I nod knowing that I should take care of myself.

I hear you enter the bathroom and you announce that you're just on the counter. It feels easier knowing that you're here encouraging me every step of the way. I take my time and wash my hair while I'm in here, not knowing when I'll be able to manage it again. I call out to you letting you know that I'm done and I see your arm stick through the curtain holding a towel that you must've thrown in the dryer to warm it up. My heart melts at the small but meaningful gesture. Drying off in the shower I reach for my robe and put it on, stepping out to see you. You pat the counter telling me to hop up so you can begin my skincare. You know my routine by now having seen me do it plenty of times. My eyes flutter shut as your fingers delicately take care of my skin. You’re always so gentle with me it makes my heart do backflips.

Everything feels easier when I have you here. I no longer feel like I’m drowning, you keep me afloat. It’s been about a year since I’ve moved back home, it’s a long healing process and you’re here to help me every step of the way. With you by my side, I’m never alone.

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