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words: 600 (+ three images)
warnings: entire fic is through phone calls/text messages, parental death (ward), established relationship, kinda protective rafe but its cute he just misses his girl, includes pictures of "readers" face/body, kind of illusions to sex (like barely!), overall pretty fluffy
“rafey!” you squeal as you answer your phone seconds after it rings. “how's it going?”
“well, everything is still standing.” rafe huffs out. you can practically hear the stress in his voice.
“that's good, baby. i miss you a lot.” sure, he just left this morning to drive back to the outer banks, but that doesn't change the fact that you miss him anytime he's away from you.
“god, i miss you too. if rose didn't need me here id still be-
“i know.” you cut rafe off. “you're back for three days with your family. it'll be fine and then we will be back together.”
you know being back in the outer banks is stressful for rafe after everything that happened. the mess with barry, the pogues, and then all culminating in his dad dying. when you decided to go a couple hours away to college, you still thought you'd have to persuade your boyfriend to come with you, to leave the only life he's ever known, but he jumped at the chance.
you live in a luxury townhouse right near downtown. you're even able to walk to most of your classes, of course with rafe by your side.
“you're right.” rafe hums. “we are figuring out the will stuff tomorrow morning.”
“i wish i could be there for you. text or call if you need anything.” you have classes tomorrow, but you'd drop anything if rafe really needed you.
“yeah just… text me updates, please? even if you just do the laundry or something. it helps to know.”
“of course i will.” you smile, hearing some commotion in the background. “and rafey? give wheezie a hug for me.”
“is that y/n?” you hear her voice in the background, then the fumbling of the phone being handed off.
“y/n!” wheezie squeals.
“wheezie, my girl!”
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“how are you getting to class?” rafe asks, looking into the room where proceedings are about to start, going over his fathers will and who gets what. he knows most of it will go to rose, most likely the house and the real estate company. he doesn't really care. he has a new life now, one with you.
“amber is gonna drive me and pick me up. and no, her boyfriend will not be there.” you giggle, knowing even though amber and her boyfriend steven have been together since third grade, rafe would still worry with him around.
“and you're going to poli sci and then your geology lab, right?” rafe has your schedule memorized, but he likes to hear your confirmation anyways.
“yup!” you nod, even though rafe can't see you. “im excited for todays lab, actually. it's not rock identification, which you know i suck at.”
rafe let's out a soft laugh, having sat and listened to your complaining about rocks for hours already this semester.
“rafe, it's starting soon.” rose says, her words being picked up by you, otherwise rafe probably would have just ignored her in favor of keeping talking.
“alright, baby. hope it all goes well and doesn't take too long. i love you.” you coo into the phone.
“love you more.”
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“home tomorrow.” rafe whispers softly, not wanting to wake up anyone else in the house. he's exhausted, so they must be too. it was a long day with lots of legal jargon, but everything got divided up about how he expected it to.
most to rose, then the additional savings divided up evenly between him, sarah, and wheezie.
“im glad.” you whisper back, matching his tone even though you're home alone. “i ordered a cute pair of pajamas to wear to help me sleep. you know how much i struggle without you.”
“your insomnia cure.” rafe smiles, remembering what you called him after you first started sharing a bed, able to easily relax into him and fall into a true deep sleep.
“mhm.” you hum out, letting out a yawn. “do you mind staying on the call until i fall asleep?”
“baby, ill stay on all night.”
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sfw tags: @winterrrnight @bejeweledreverie
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Eddie's sitting closer to Buck than he's allowed himself since Buck came out - since Buck started dating Tommy. But Buck isn't dating Tommy anymore and Eddie came out to Buck fifteen minutes ago and now they're having conversation so intense that Eddie thinks he might need to go to an emergency therapy session after they're done. So Eddie's sitting closer to Buck than he's allowed himself to in over a month, but it feels too close and not close enough at the same time.
"What am I supposed to say Buck? That I lied when you asked me what I remembered about getting shot? That if I told you what I remembered you'd never be able to look at me the same way?"
"Eddie -" Buck starts, but Eddie cuts him off before he can say more.
"You want to know what I remember about that day? I got shot in the middle of the street on a sunny fucking morning in L.A. and as I was laying on the ground bleeding out I reached for you. I thought I was dying and all I wanted was to touch you one last time. Do you want me to tell you that I was bleeding out and all I could think was that I never told you how much I love you? Because it's true, it's true."
"W-why didn't you tell me after?" Buck sounds as broken as Eddie feels.
"I thought I did," Eddie says and he reaches over the empty space between them but doesn't close the gap. It's only a foot, maybe less, but it feels as wide of a gap as it had felt like while he was bleeding onto the pavement. "I gave you my son Buck. I gave you my heart."
The "oh" that leaves Buck's mouth sounds like a revelation and an accusation all at once. It sounds like 'you didn't tell me' and 'I didn't realize' and 'I wish I'd known sooner'.
But then Buck does close the gap between their hands, just like he had all those years ago while Eddie had lay dying on the street, saved by the same hands that cover Eddie's now. His blood forced to stay in his body with the same fingers that slot through Eddie's now.
Eddie lets out a breath he hadn't realize he was holding and his next inhale feels better than his first breath after leaving that well. It feels like breathing for the first time.
"I'm still in love with you," Eddie tells him, because it's the only thing unsaid between them. It's the only thing left to say.
"Yeah?" Buck's eyes are wet and Eddie realizes his are too.
"Yeah."
"Me too - I-I love you too. I think I have for a really long time actually. I just didn't - didn't realize what that feeling was."
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I dont know if your still up for request but imagine nerd!scara sneaking his hands under the desk and fingering you while class is still going and the teacher nor the students even noticed how much of a mess you were and the way you kept on clenching your teeth. Hiding your face using the book.
(Smut ofc!.)
pleasee it would mean so much to me if you agreed to this! Its my first time requesting!
I was looking through my inbox and saw this and I just had to write it
✧・゚:* ->Scaramouche fingering you in class!
✧・゚:* ->¡Warnings!: Fingering, NSFW, Fem! Reader, Sub! Reader, Edging, Orgasm Denial, Public sex (?),
You didn't think much of it when Scaramouche rested his hand on your thigh during a lecture. That is, until his fingers found themselves pushing aside your panties and circling your clit.
You jolted and shot him a glare, blood rushing to your cheeks at the unexpected contact. He merely smiled down at you through his glasses, making no effort to remove his hand from its position slotted between your legs. You were so thankful that the both of you were seated to the back of the room, otherwise one look at your flushed face would've given it away.
You bit your lip hard to try and conceal the moan bubbling in your throat as he eased a long digit into your tight cunt, gradually adding more till he was three fingers in, knuckle deep. Scaramouche couldn't hide his smile as he slowly pumped them in and out of you, feeling your thighs clamp shut around his hand. You didn't know how he could be so unbothered by this, writing down notes and listening to the professor attentively while you're practically falling apart next to him.
Attempting to protest proved futile as whenever you opened your mouth, he'd give his fingers a sharp thrust, causing a moan to leave your mouth. He grinned to himself as he saw you smack a hand over your mouth to try and muffle your noises as well as hide your reddened face. Deciding to get a bit more daring, he curled the digits inside of you, nudging your sweet spot just right before giving his hand another thrust. As expected, a whine left you before you could muffle it as you hunched over your desk.
This caused a couple nearby heads to turn, which only served to embarrass you further as you hid your face in your arms as you laid it on the desk. This only fueled Scaramouche's desire to torment you further, picking up his pace a bit but keeping it steady enough so that the lewd squelching of his digits in your pussy wouldn't be heard.
His thumb traced gentle figure eights over your throbbing clit, making your breath hitch as you felt your orgasm approaching. He noticed it too, from the way your chest heaved and the more your gummy walls contracted around him. However, just when you were about to climax, the bell rings and Scaramouche slides his fingers out with a cruel smirk on his face. You sat up immediately, almost groaning in frustration as you feel your high dying down.
Scaramouche revels in your desperation as you look at him, need and desire clear in your eyes,"Class is done, you know. You should pack up and go for lunch..." The way your eyes trail after him longingly as he grabs his things and exits the classroom makes him feel powerful as he leaves you there in a mess of your own juices.
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Bunny!Ghost anon, you know who you are. I'd like to once again address you because this is your. Fault. I've now discovered this will be a much longer fic than I'd initially anticipated. Because of that, have a little snippet of a scene that's been eating away at my head, but won't come till later in the fic. Just to tide y'all over till I can get you a proper first chapter. 😘🐇
*** Watership Down-Bad, scene ???***
Johnny was sitting at his desk when Simon entered the Sergeants's shared office, his back to the door. He didn't look up when Simon knocked on the doorframe.
"Unless someone's dead or dying, give me a minute." Johnny grumbled without stopping. He was typing like a mad man.
Simon considered his options for a moment. He could make himself known, Johnny would ask what's wrong, they'd talk, distracting Simon from his overactive mind. He could walk away, letting his maybe partner? the Sergeant finish his work.
The poor man looked exhausted though. And disgruntled. Truly, he looked how Simon felt. Fuck it. Simon shifted.
He hopped quietly up to Johnny's desk. Took half a second to evaluate his target and plan his trajectory. Then launched himself.
"Bloody christ!"
Simon landed on the desk, the keyboard went flying. It came unplugged from the monitor as it flew, then crashed into the ground loudly, keys detaching and scattering who knows where about the room. Simon huffed, settled his chin onto his dewlap, and stretched his legs out and behind himself. He closed his eyes, but not before catching a glimpse of a stunned Johnny, arms up from jumping and pushing his chair back from the desk when he'd been startled, mouth agape.
Silence.
"Ghost?" What a stupid question. Who else? Not like he could answer, though.
If anyone were to ever ask, Ghost hated being pet, being touched. Ghost had bitten his fair share of people for getting their grubby hands on his plush fur. But... Simon craved connection. He hadn't realized how desperate he was for affection until it had ben offered, and he'd lashed out, like always. Outside of his warren, he always lashed out. But Soap was a stubborn bastard. Going so far as to continuously reach out towards him, even though he always nipped. So he flopped. And if the self proclaimed 'rabbit expert' didn't see this as the tentative olive branch that it was, well then Ghost was fucked, and Simon would be alone forev-
Simon was suddenly being pulled off the desk. His eyes flew open of their own accord and he made to bite the arms that were intent on restraining him, legs kicking spastically in protest.
"Oh go ahead then ye bastard, ye've bit me before, and ye will again a thousand times." Johnny pulled him off the desk and situated him in his lap. Simon, the large bunny that he was, sprawled with his back legs in soaps lap, near the edge of the desk, and his head resting on Johnny's shoulder. One of Johnny's hands cupped his rump, supporting him, not restraining.
They held their positions for a moment, both waiting for the other to decide this wasn't what they actually wanted. Eventually, ever so slowly he could feel himself aging, Johnny brought a hand up to stroke down Simon's back. Then again. And again. He brought his hand higher, pushing Simon's ears back to his body, and breathed what could've been a slight laugh when they bounced back up.
"Suppose we'll talk later then, aye?" Did he expect a response? Surely not. He wouldn't be getting one anyway. "Hang on," Johnny instructed as he started to shift himself lower in his seat, most likely to be more comfortable. Unfortunately he jostled Simon, who was not pleased. "Don't bite me just because you're a touch uncomf- ach! Ye fucker!" He chuckled as he scolded Simon, who had buried his face in the other man's shirt to bite at his peck.
Simon was now on his side, curled a little, head tucked under Johnny's chin. Being pet. It'd been so long since he'd willingly been pet. It was pleasant.
He lost track of time, only noting its passage when the petting stopped, and he mourned the absence of it. Johnny's hand stilled on his back. His world shook as the human beneath him began to snore. Simon settled in deeper, snuggled closer to the kindness he didn't feel he deserved, and allowed himself to purr. No one would know.
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"The fuck is all this?" Gaz said aloud as he entered his shared office with Soap and found the remains of a keyboard scattered all over the floor. Had the man finally lost it?
Thump.
He looked around. Soap was asleep, head thrown back, drooling and snoring in his desk chair.
"Wha-"
Thump.
Curled up against Soap's chest, evidently kicking the desk, was the biggest fucking rabbit Kyle had ever seen in his life.
"Ghost?"
Thump!
Louder and more incessant this time. Didn't that mean he was angry? He looked pretty pissed. Maybe Gaz didn't actually need to file the report on the rookies breaking each others noses again. He threw up his hands in surrender, and left as quietly as he could.
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oh no i found it
the in correct quote generato-
(there a lot so if you don't want to read lots don't click keep reading)(theres loads i think 50-)
Scar: Grian and I are so close we even share a toothbrush.
Grian: We what?
(he appoligised abt the joke later on.)
Mumbo: I’d like to live through a week that’s not a whole new verse of “We Didn’t Start the Fire.”
Grian: Hey, are you alright with swearing? Asking for a friend.
Scar: Yeah?
Grian: Bitch.
Mumbo: Is… Is that meant to be on fire?
Grian: No… not really.
Mumbo: Are you going to do something about it?
Grian: Hm… nah.
Grian: Your future self is talking shit about you right now.
Scar: Jokes on them. I'll ruin their fucking life.
Pearl: If looking good was a crime, you’d be a law abiding citizen.
Pearl: I’m proud to say I’ve come over my fear of ghosts!
Grian: Eyy, that’s the spirit!
Pearl: gasps whErE???!!!??
Impulse: So I have made the decision to trust you.
Grian: A horrible decision, really.
Grian: Gem, is that my mug you’re drinking out of?
Gem: No, it’s mine.
Grian: It… looks just like the one I have…
Gem: You don’t have one like this anymore.
(its and mug with pink and blue snails on it.)
Gem: This should be illegal!
Pearl: It is.
Pearl: Okay, let's split 'em up and make 'em sing.
Impulse: Two of you take Gem, the other two take Grian.
Scar: Right. Bad cop, good cop.
Mumbo: You know, it's interesting that they say "bad cop, good cop," because policing in this country is so broken it's really just "bad cop, bad cop".
Impulse: Scar, you're with them.
Scar: Got it.
Grian: Norwegia. Is. Not. A. COUNTRY!
Scar: Then where are Norwegian people from!?
Impulse: NORWAY!!
Impulse: Would you slap Pearl-
Grian: Yes.
Impulse: I didn't even finish!
Grian: Sorry, continue.
Impulse: Would you slap Pearl for 10 dollars?
Grian: I would do it for free.
Pearl: Rude…
(you could also swap Grian and Pearl around because I mean, SKYLINGS)
Grian: If you want my advice-
Pearl: No offense but you’re the last person I want relationship advice from. You tried to kill your significant other. Multiple times.
Grian: First off, that was before we started dating. Secondly, they’ve also tried to kill me.
Scar: It’s true. It was mutually attempted murder.
Scar, to the Squad: The real secret to immortality? Not dying. You want to be immortal? Okay, that’s easy. Just don’t die. That’s it. Refuse to die. There you go.
Impulse: But how-
Scar, ignoring them: “But how”, you may ask. Well, easy. Just don’t do it. Refuse to. Say “no thanks”.
Gem: I am strong! I beat Grian at arm wrestling!
Impulse: Anyone can beat Grian at arm wrestling!
Grian: Hey-
(sure Impulse sure-)
Gem: Grian, I am nothing if not a Woman of principle.
Gem: Now let’s break into this apartment.
Pearl: Would anyone know any good vendors for professional-quality brass knuckles?
Gem: I know you’re serious, but you say the scariest shit sometimes.
(again you could swap them around)
Pearl: Hey, you want a tarot reading?
Mumbo: Those are Pokemon cards.
Pearl: You got a magikarp.
Mumbo: …
Pearl: It means 'fuck you'.
Grian: Pulls a glass a water from out of nowhere
Gem: Where did you get that?
Grian: My pocket.
Gem: How do you keep a glass of water in your pocket?
Grian: Skills.
Scar: I’ve been described as a ‘heartless villain’ and a 'little shit’, but I prefer… 'has alternative ways of having fun’.
Scar: Don't joke about murder. I was murdered once and it offends me.
Impulse: COMPANY IS COMING! I WANT THIS PLACE LOOKING LIKE DISNEY ON ICE IN ONE MINUTE!
Impulse: SCAR IF YOU HAVEN'T MADE YOUR BED THROW IT AWAY IT'S TOO LATE TO MAKE IT NOW!
Impulse: GET RID OF THE COUCHES, WE CAN'T LET PEOPLE KNOW WE S I T !
Gem: Hey Pearl, check out this funny .GIF I found!
Pearl: It’s pronounced “jif”.
Gem: Huh?
Pearl: “Dot jif”, like the peanut butter. The creator said so.
Gem: That’s dumb, it’s Graphics Interchange Format.
Pearl: The P in .JPEG stands for “photographic”, but I bet you don’t say “J-pheg”.
Gem: “P” on its own isn’t pronounced like “F”, that’s totally different!
Pearl: It’s exactly the same!
Gem: Name one word that starts with “G” pronounced like “J”.
Pearl: Gentrification.
Gem: Shoot, should have thought of that. I was just in San Francisco.
Pearl: For your logic to be consistent, you’d have to say “skuh-bah” (scuba) or “lah-seer” (laser)!
Gem: Yeah? Well, you’d have to say “J-pej”!
Gem: …Wait, “laser” is an acronym?
Pearl: Light Amplification by Stimulated Emission of Radiation.
Gem: Huh. Didn’t know that.
Gem: You’re still wrong, though.
Pearl: You just hate me because I’m right.
Gem: I just hate you in general.
Pearl: You mean in “geh-neral”?
Gem: Ugh, I’m “joing” to kill you!
Scar: What's worse than a heartbreak?
Grian: Waking up in the morning and your phone wasn't charging.
Mumbo: Waking up in the morning.
Gem: Waking up.
Scar: I love you.
Grian: Me too.
Grian: Fight me!
Scar: gets on one knee and pulls out a ring
Scar: Fight me for the rest of our lives.
Pearl: What’s your favorite color?
Gem: Stop asking stupid questions. Ask me something logical and mature.
Pearl: How many moles of sodium bicarbonate are needed to neutralize 0.8ml of sulfuric acid at STP?
Gem: My favorite color is pink.
Grian: Do you love me?
Mumbo: We’re literally married.
Grian: Yeah, but as friends or—
(logic is that Waffle duo got married as a bit like Clingy duo (Tubbo and Tommy) but G is like Tommy and doesn't want to get a divorce because he wants to commit it the bit.)
Grian: I'm not mean. Name one mean thing I’ve ever done.
Pearl: When we were younger, you convinced me eggs weren't real.
Grian: They're not.
Pearl: Haha, very funny.
Grian: I'm serious. Didn't you hear?
Pearl: No… what happened?
Grian: …Why would you fall for this again-
Scar: Welcome to Fucking Applebees, do you want apples or bees?
Gem: Bees?
Scar: THEY HAVE SELECTED THE BEES!
Gem: Wait-
Impulse approaches, shaking a jar of bees menacingly
Scar: Mx. Grian, I accidentally dropped my seed into my mouth and then I accidentally ate it. Am I going to have a lemon tree grow inside my belly?
Grian: Well, let's think about it. Did you also swallow a wet paper towel?
Scar: Yes.
Grian:
Grian: Alright, let's go to the nurse.
Grian: Some people are like slinkies.
Pearl: What?
Grian: Not really good for much but bring a smile to your face when you push them down the stairs.
Pearl:
Pearl: Please don't push Scar down the stairs.
Grian, pushing Scar down the stairs: Too late.
Pearl: You’re just being paranoid. Again.
Scar: When have I been paranoid?
Pearl: Um, when you first met Gem you thought they were an undercover cop…?
Scar: No one has a wart that big, I thought it was a surveillance camera!
Pearl: And last year you were sure Impulse was a mermaid!
Scar: They hate wearing shirts! COINCIDENCE?!
Later, when Scar’s theory is proven wrong
Pearl: Do you have anything to say for yourself?
Scar: I still think Impulse is a mermaid.
Grian: Scar, Pearl keeps bullying me at school.
Scar: Ask your teacher for help.
The next day…
Grian, to their teacher: Will you help me beat up Pearl?
Pearl: Being gay isn't a choice. It's a game and I'm winning.
Scar: Being gay isn't a choice. It's a game and I'm winning.
(same quote 2 times in a row!?!?!)
Impulse, near tears: Please, Grian, I don’t speak meme! I don't know what a 'yeet' is!
Gem: I need to dye my hair.
Impulse: …
Gem: Or get another tattoo.
Impulse: …
Gem: Or a new piercing.
Impulse: Why?
Gem: To, you know, appease the mental breakdown gods.
Grian: aggressively throws pencil at Scar
Grian, deadpan: Oh no. I’ve been stabbed. I’ve been impaled.
(Double Life = soulmates)
Scar : So you like cats?
Grian: Yeah.
Scar : tries to impress them by slowly pushing a glass off the table
Impulse: What have you done with Scar ?
Grian: Nothing. Why, do you think I should?
Pearl: Scar , let’s go!
Grian : Oh, yeah, about telling Mom and Dad, I was thinking about writing maybe a letter.
Pearl: Okay, you know what? That’s it, you had your chance.
Grian : What-?
Pearl: Mom, Dad, Scar smoked pot in college.
Grian : You are such a tattletale!
Grian : Mom, Dad, you remember that time you walked into my room and smelled marijuana? Well, I told you it was Jimmy who was smoking the pot but… It was me. I’m sorry.
Pearl: And Dad, you know that mailman that you got fired? He didn’t steal your Playboy’s, Grian did.
Grian : Yeah, well, hurricane Gloria didn’t break the porch swing Pearl did.
Pearl: Grian hasn’t worked for a year!
Grian : Pearl and Gem are living together!
Pearl: Grian married Scar in Vegas and got divorced AGAIN!
Jimmy: I love Jacques Cousteau!
Etho: I wasn’t supposed to put beef in the trifle!
Doc: I wanna gooo!!
(I changed some names, aka added Doc, Etho and Jimmy, also Etho is the mum Docs the dad, and Tim is ofc the younger brother.) (the family situation is defo not from TTSBC)
Mumbo: I will send my army to attack!
Mumbo: releases a dumpster of raccoons
Gem, throwing their head into Pearl's lap: Tell me I'm pretty!
Pearl, lovingly stroking their hair: You're pretty fucking annoying, that's what you are.
(awwwwww)
Squad is playing Among Us
Grian: I believe Pearl is innocent, I was with them the whole time. Mumbo, what were you doing?
Mumbo: Oh, I was just murdering… I mean, nothing!
(I was gonna change Pearl to Scar and change Mumbo to Impulse because Impulsetor)
Pearl, in the hospital: Will you visit me when I get out?
Grian: Lol nah, I hate graveyards.
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Heyy, can I ask you for a poly!plastics x reader where reader faints (maybe because of the heat or whatever) and the plastics be just the plastics (I mean, I’m Imagine Gretchen freaks out) ? Thank you so much
Heatwave ||
|| Poly!plastics x fem!reader
(i myself am poly)
|| Warnings: swearing, Regina being Regina, Reader fainting/going unconscious, heat exhaustion, hinted at anxiety
|| Summary: It's HOT. Regina is unaffected and makes them go outside for lunch, Reader faints from the heat and her girls (along with Ms. Norbury) take care of her.
Requests open!
Started: April 22nd
Finished: April 22nd
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Today was hot. You were in a simple tank top and shorts and you still felt like you were dying. Being in class was awful; everyone's body heat combined with the heat from outside. Absolutely sucked. Windows were open, but there wasn't much wind so you were sure it was just making things worse.
The bell finally went for lunch and you stood, feeling dizzy for a moment but you shook your head and walked to the cafeteria to meet up with your girlfriends.
When you got there, you noticed that they were also feeling the heat. Gretchen was in a crop top so cropped it may as well have just been a bra and she still looked like she was dying. Regina, somehow, remained unbothered and unsweaty. How she managed that you had no idea. Your guess? She was like Jade West from Victorious and didn't sweat because it was "gross". Karen had her head on the table, arms stretched out in front of her and in Gretchen's direction as they were sitting across from each other. Gretchen gave her a soft look and squeezed her hands.
You smiled a little watching the two and took a seat next to Regina.
"How are you so unbothered?" You asked, curiosity getting the better of you as you studied the blonde. She looked perfect as always. Not sweaty or anything like the rest of you.
"Because it's not a big deal?" Regina raised an eyebrow. She didn't see why everyone was being so dramatic about some heat.
"Come on, we're going out for lunch." Regina got up, all three of you groaned in protest but she shot you all a look that quieted you quickly.
Sharing a glance with Gretchen (who looked ready to cry at the thought of going outside) you both got up and helped Karen up, who really did not want to go out either, and followed after Regina. Practically dragging Karen behind you.
When you got outside, you felt the sun hit your skin almost immediately. It made your head feel dizzy. As you walked down the steps, keeping one arm around Karen while Gretchen held her other side, you stumbled forwards. Gretchen gasped which got Regina's attention and she turned around, catching you before you could stumble to the bottom of the steps. Luckily she hadn't been too far ahead from the three of you so she could react fast. Plus, not being bothered by the heat also helped her reaction time.
"Oh my God! Y/N!" Gretchen was freaking out, it didn't help that she had to watch as your eyes closed.
Regina's eyes widened a little and she forced herself not to (at least outwardly) panic. Internally she was a mess, though. Could you blame her. You just passed out in her arms.
"Gretchen!" Regina snapped, looking at Gretchen who immediately stopped. Her chest rising and falling quickly while her arms remained around Karen, whose eyes were wide as she silently panicked. Feeling frozen in place," Get Ms. Norbury."
Ms. Norbury was the first teacher that came to Regina's mind. Why? She doesn't know. She just seemed like the right choice.
Gretchen pulled Karen along back inside while Regina had you sit down on the steps, sitting with you as she gently laid your body across her lap. Sighing deeply at the sight of you.
Your cheeks were red, hell not just your cheeks. Your whole face was red. Sweat dripped from your hair and you looked a sickly pale. The sight made Regina nervous. She touched the back of her hand to your cheek and noticed just how burning hot you were.
"Shit." Regina muttered under her breath, scanning the area for anything that could help.
She spotted a shady tree, only problem was a bunch of people were chilling under there. She scowled and stood, picking you up and carrying you over her shoulder. She struggled slightly, but managed to find a comfortable position with it and kept her balance as she marched up to the group. Eyes furrowed with an intense gaze.
They immediately noticed Regina and panicked, scrambling off in different directions. Regina smirked and set you down in the grass, leaning your back against the tree.
She looked down at you, arms folded across her chest," Come on, baby..."
As if hearing her, you slowly started to come to. Struggling to open your eyes. When you got them open, you lifted your gaze to Regina.
"There's my pretty girl." Regina whispered, bending down so she was eye level with you as her hand rested to your cheek. You leaned into her touch," You okay, baby?"
"Hot." You mumbled, not having the energy to speak in full sentences.
"Yes, I know you are." Regina couldn't help but tease, you huffed and your cheeks turned an even brighter shade of red than they already were. Regina laughed a little and sat next to you, wishing she had some water or something she could give you.
She took out her phone and texted the group chat all four of you share.
|| Regina: one of you fill a cup of water.
You got the notification, but you didn't have the energy to check. Regina looked back at you and kissed your cheek softly.
"Just rest here, Gretchen and Karen have gone to get Ms. Norbury." Regina informs you.
You give her a small nod in response.
You guys didn't have to wait much longer. A few minutes pass and the doors open, Ms. Norbury walks out and scans the area before her eyes land on you and Regina. She walks over, Gretchen and Karen following behind. Karen holding the cup of water. Gretchen had gotten it, but Karen insisted on being the one to take it to you.
Ms. Norbury bent down to your level as Karen handed you the cup, giving you a smile. You took it gratefully and took a long drink before pouring the rest on your head.
Some of it splashed onto Regina, making the blonde quickly stand away and groan in frustration.
"Heads up next time." She huffed at you, you fought the urge to laugh.
Ms. Norbury sighed and did a once over," How do you feel?"
You turned your head to Ms. Norbury and shrugged a little," Not as bad now that I've had water."
Ms. Norbury nods," Let's bring you inside where it's cooler. You can go to the teacher's lounge, there's a fan there you can cool down with. Come on, up you get."
You started getting up, Gretchen came to your aide and linked her arm with yours. Helping to keep you steady. You were sure you could have managed on your own, but you could tell Gretchen was really worried about you. So you let her help you out and whispered a thank you to her.
Gretchen guided you inside, a still annoyed Regina followed with Karen attempting to dab up some of the water on Regina with the bottom of her shirt. Regina narrowed her eyes at her but didn't make a move to stop her.
Ms. Norbury walked with you and Gretchen, in case something happened she wanted to be close to you so she could react faster.
You'd spend the rest of the day in the teacher's lounge, staying away from heat while your girlfriends took care of you.
You felt better by finale period bell.
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i'm mourning the loss of purgatory's Government Assigned Team Dynamics (because i'm a sucker for shaking up dynamics and the forced interactions of people who may not otherwise have spoken) so please indulge me with your dream egg parenting group i'll start, bagi tina and rivers [i'm right]
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pics? pics of poetry for the soul?
Here she is, in all her glory: Bhaal's pinkest disappointment
and a bonus: The original doodle I did on a sticky tab before I decided to make the character
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finally beat the first kingdom in p5t the other day and it was truly flabbergasting the way marie fuckin. dissolved. and morgana was like well that shouldn't have caused a mental shutdown... but i don't know for sure! and then moved on. LIKE HUH. WHY ARE NONE OF THE THIEVES. ACKNOWLEDGING THIS. LMAO?
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I am going to start reblogging things about Palestine, I haven't up till now but Israel just bombed a hospital and I don't have many followers but if it will encourage someone else to do something too then I think it's worth it.
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eddie punching that guy and then getting arrested will never not be funny
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Fucking christ
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can't fucking believe vent is still down. where else am i gonna yell about being ill
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bruhhhh imagine getting heartburn so bad that your ears hurt
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