#you saw her with this book today and went to the library to search for the second copy | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

thelittleliars · 3 months

Text

Not safe anymore?

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Warnings: fighting, angst-hurt/comfort, a bit of fluff at the end?

Words: 1.1k

Summary: A fight with your girlfriend revealed certain things.

Your girlfriend and you had rarely any fights. As much as you hated confrontations as Natasha hated showing her true feelings in the most important situations, once you were in a fight you always blew up badly. You suddenly couldn't control your thoughts and lash out more than you ever intended. Today was unfortunately one of those rare days. You couldn't recall what this argument started or what it was about. It simply became too much of a screaming match.

"God Y/N, if you don't fucking stop right now then you'll be sleeping on the damn couch." She screamed at you loudly and in a warning tone. But you didn't take her threat serious since you didn't see sleeping on the couch a punishment.

"Good, maybe then I'll be finally able to sleep again!" You screamed back at her. The words you threw at her stunned her too much to come up with words. She felt sick to the stomach at the information of you not being able to sleep next to her. You took her silence as the end of the fight and left her standing there alone. Your anger was still boiling hot inside of you that you took it out on a empty vase that stood in the living room. The smashing sound of the vase breaking into thousand of pieces alerted JARVIS. "Emergency alert. Please state what emergency this is."

"No emergency. Just an accident." You replied with short words, not being in the mood to explain the AI that you lost your temper and smashed a vase against the wall. "No help needed." You added to assure the AI to go back on standby. You grabbed your favorite blanket that laid on the couch all the time and made yourself comfortable. It was only early in the evening but you decided to take a nap since you weren't able to face your girlfriend yet anyways.

Not long after you closed your eyes you heard Natasha call out your name softly. You stayed still, even when you heard her heavy sigh that was full of sadness. The sounds of her footsteps going away was the only noise in your home. Home, that home was a whole floor you shared with Natasha in the Avengers Tower. Wanda and Vision were on the floor beneath you, the rest had an assigned room on the floor above you. The footsteps came back and sound got louder, she was walking towards you. She placed something underneath your blanket, it was a stuffed Llama but not any stuffed Llama, it was your favorite. Natasha gifted it to you on Valentine's day two years ago. Neither of you were a huge fans of that day so you weren't mad that she went on a mission. When she came back she told you she had a little something for you. She saw it in the shop they arrested the criminal and the Llama reminded her of you so she bought it.

You also felt her giving you a quick kiss on your head. This gesture simply warmed your heart with so much love for her. As you drifted off to sleep, the anger you felt prior was now long forgotten. The second you were awake your ears picked up the sound or rather noises of a tropical rainforest. That was Natasha's doing, she often listened to tropical rainforest ambience sounds to calm herself. You quickly got up and searched for her. She sat on her reading chair in your little library room, a book in her hand but she was starring at the wall instead of reading the words in the book. Her expression was blank and difficult to make out what she was feeling, she hid behind a mask they taught her in the red room. You carefully knocked on the door frame, not wanting to startle her. She turned her head towards you, her eyes ranked all over your face trying to read you as she so often did when you were lost in your thoughts.

"Is the book any good? Didn't have the time to read it yet." You started a conversation. She shook her head then she sighed loudly. "I don't know. I couldn't comprehend the words I was reading." She stood up and put the book back in it destined spot. "I'm sorry." You nodded in acknowledgment. "I'm sorry too Nat." There was a long moment of silence, this wasn't anything like her. "Are you alright?"

She shook her head. "Not really. How did this even happen? Where did we go wrong?" Natasha finally turned back around to look at you. You finally saw her true expression. Pain, hurt, confusion and a bit of heartbreak. "I don't know but Tash, this was only a little fight. We had worse ones." She looked away from you and glanced at the book spines instead. You walked further in the room and stopped a few feet away from her. You rested a hand on the back of her nearest arm. "You can't fall asleep next to me... for how long?"

"I-I'm not sure. It has been going for a while though." You admitted. "Is me not being able to sleep the cause for how you are right now?" The fact that you didn't realize the deeper meaning behind this hurt her more than anything. "You really don't see how it's related?" The look in your eyes told her enough. "At the beginning of our relationship you told me that only trust and feeling safe lets you fall asleep."

"Oh my god." The color left your face. "What I yelled at you was out of line and so not true. Natasha my love, me not being able to fall asleep has absolutely nothing to do with you. I don't feel safe anywhere but with you. The same with trust." You searched for her eyes and begged her to believe you. She pulled you closer and hugged you. You put your arms around her too and held her tightly. Once you weren't hugging anymore she held both of your hands. "If it's not me then why can't you sleep anymore? Why didn't you tell me?"

"That one mission messed with my head a bit too much and it scared me. I'm honestly not sure myself why I hadn't told you about the mission nor that I can't sleep. I think part of me was too embarrassed and didn't want to bother you with it."

"Detka even you bothering me wouldn't actually bother me. How many time have I told you that in all of our years of being together?" "Probably way too many times." She smiled before planting a short kiss on your lips. "Let's head to bed yeah? We can cuddle and talk about the awful mission that messed with your head."

"And after that I need you telling me how much you're in love me because that's like a lullaby." She kissed you once again before agreeing.

#natasha romanoff x reader #black widow x reader #natasha romanoff #black widow #natasha romanoff x you #black widow x you

643 notes · View notes

hart269 · 27 days

Text

Slithering Hearts

Chapter 4

Pairing : Regulus Black x Fem! Reader

Synopsis : You begin an unlikely friendship with the little Black. And soon your whole life seems to have become a tumultuous pathway. The catch, James Potter is your brother.

Notes : Just some rock cakes ;)

Masterlist / Series Masterlist

James Potter, Marauder, almost selected Chaser of the Griffindor Quidditch team, stormed through the corridor, searching for you and thanking Merlin that his glasses hadn't cracked from the loud noise of the Howler. He spotted you in the courtyard, sitting with another Slytherin girl.

His eyes locked into yours, you did your best to hide your smirk as he came near,

"What the hell did you say to Mum?"

"James Potter talking to a slimy snake, what a wonder" You mocked then smirked, "And I only told her the truth, be glad I didn't tell dad" you crossed your arms.

James groaned, the irrational part of him still hated the green that adorned your robe, but it was closed from the yelling he had received. He sighed, probably accepting defeat, "Nothing can happen of you, can it, Zouwu"

You mock gasped, "How dare you say that, I perfectly did my wand lighting charm and my potion didn't even explode", your smirk had turned into a bright smile as you told excitedly about your lessons.

James watched you with a little smile on his face, in the end you were still the same, an annoying little shit. He still scoffed, "You are still earning house points for the slimy snake house"

"Not my fault you are losing yours playing silly pranks" You remarked chuckling at James's offended gasp.

---

The days went by smoothly, considering you did your best to avoid any kind of noticeable trouble. You did occasionally sneaked off to hang out with Hagrid, whom you met when a niffler attacked you, and he was called to take it away.

You liked talkimg to him but didn't have to heart to tell something about his rock cakes, not even when your spoon bended trying to crack it. Hagrid had chuckled at your horrified expresion.

Still, one dreary afternoon you stood on his gate, "Hello Hagrid, I was wondering if you'd let me bake a cake"

Hagrid chuckled, "Good thing, I was thinking of preparing some rock cakes today"

You blinked owlishly, before clearing your throat, "Hagrid, I was wondering if I could make it myself, it's my friend's birthday, you see"

Hagrid moved from the door, "Why don't you come in then, but I'm not sure if I have all the supplies, you need"

You nodded grinning, "I'm sure we'll be able to come up with something"

Dwindling between the actual lack of supplies and the persistent hugs of the niffler which once attacked you, you had managed up to conjure a real rock cake, which didn't actually feel like a rock. You left a spare cake for Hagrid and thanked him heartfully, for letting you cook. Bending down, you patted the niffler which again tried to lunge for your chain, "Bye Niffles"

And so you went to your next stop,

"Wait a minute baby potter, I'll call James"

Sirius said when he saw you coming.

"Actually Sirius, I needed to talk to you, it is Regulus's birthday" Sirius eyed you suspiciously, knowing the implication. "So?"

"Will you come to the Common room today at midnight" you looked at him with your best puppy eyes that you could conjure up.

"Me in Slytherin Common Room, Merlin's beard, I will not be caught dead there"

"Please Sirius, you mean a lot to him, you can come with the invisiblity cloak, he won't be happy without you" You almost begged, glancing up at him.

Sirius didn't say anything definitive just a "I'll think about it", you still told him the password to the common room.

It was certainly an accident about how you found about about this trivial matter, Regulus's birthday, while you knew everyone's else, you strangely didn't know his.

You were in library, Regulus had dropped his notebooks on a nearby table and gone to pick up a book. Among others, he carried a black leather notebook with him and behind it in small letters were his initial and birth date, which you so just happened to glance upon on as you looked closely, and knowing his tendency of seclusion, you made a plan.

So some time before midnight while most of the common room was empty, you sat there with your Potions homework, completing it now since you were busy the whole day. You looked at the raven haired boy who among others was about to leave for his dorm, "Reg, I don't get this part, can you please explain it?"

Regulus looked at you curiously, you excelled at your studies and more like never needed help, but he instantly agreed, "Sure" Regulus moved to sit beside you glancing at the homework, "Which exact part are you talking about, the cauldron mixing or the herb collection?"

"Herb collection" you nodded, taking notes while he explained the procedures and precaution. Between his ramblings, you glanced at the clock, few minutes to midnight, you were worried the rock cake beneath your cloak won't actually become rock.

"Are you here?" Regulus asked noticing your distracted look.

"Huh" You broke out of your trance, at his perturbed gaze, "Of course, you were telling that porcupine quills should never be added while the cauldron is boiling". Regulus nodded, but as he began to continue, the door or wall to the common room slid open, with no one in sight. You hid your grin, while Regulus stood up, his wand pointing out. Only a minute now.

Regulus heard footsteps in the barren comon room, he glanced back at you, to see you shuffling among your stuff, "Can you hear the footsteps too?"

"For Merlin's sake, couldn't you have walked slowly" You grinned, Regulus turned and his heart almost came out , only the head of Sirius floated in the air.

"Happy Birthday" you both silently cheered, shoving the cake in his face, Regulus stood still, Sirius shook him, "Hey, Reggie, are you broken?"

"No,I, um, I, thank you," he whispered, nodding, not trusting his voice, the cake was cut, Sirius took a big piece to take back, while you took a big bite. It could have been better.

You turned to Sirius, whispering, "Thankyou for coming"

"No probs", he clapped Regulus's back, "I'll be leaving, all the green is making me sick, thanks for the cake". Maybe Sirius wasn't fully in, but it was something.

Sirius left as he came, Regulus turned to you, "How did you know?"

With a mouthful of cake, you grinned, "Magic".

He looked as if he couldn't comprehend something, "But why?"

You stopped picking up your supplies, tilting your head you smiled a genuine one "Because you are my friend silly"

Taglist : @shycreationdreamland @mp-littlebit @girlbooklover555

#regulus black #regulus black x reader #regulus black x female reader #regulus black x y/n #regulus black x you #regulus black series #timothee x reader #timothee fanfic #timothee chalamet x reader #timothée chalamet #marauders #marauders era #sirius black #james potter

152 notes · View notes

ash5monster01 · 6 months

Note

hii!! could you write something for charlie dalton and an insecure reader (they are already dating)? ive been feeling kind of ugly lately😭😭 tysm

I’m so sorry this has taken me so long, I hope everything has been going okay. Insecurities can really suck sometimes, but we just have to remember we’re all beautiful in our own way <3

Perfectly Me

Pairing: Charlie Dalton x FemReader

Warnings: fluff, self doubt, insecurities, anxiety

Summary: Dating cool and confident Charlie is proven to be hard when most of the time you’re insecure about everything about yourself.

word count: 1.1k

Masterlist

Charlie had always been Charlie. You weren’t entirely sure where he got it from. Somehow after all these years in boarding school he had found a confidence that set him apart from the others. You had never met anyone else that had lived life with their chin so high and smile so wide. He was confident, fun, popular, and you felt everything but. When he had chosen you it was shocking. How could daring and brave Charlie seek out the only girl that kept her head ducked and mouth shut. Yet somehow he did and everyday since you had been questioning why.

Especially on days like today. Days where Charlie’s laugh bellowed loudly through the lunch room as you sat quiet as a mouse beside him. Girls looked on with adoring looks and boys laughed after every sentence that left his mouth. His presence was large, everyone saw him, everyone liked him. It was so intense that as you sat beside the boy you loved you felt more invisible then ever, especially to him. He didn’t see you, there is no way he could have. You were nothing but an inanimate object beside him and you had only ended up in this position from a cruel trick of fate. Not only were you now invisible but humiliated because you couldn’t compare to him. You never could.

When the bell sounds you’re the first out the door. You didn’t want to wait and see if Charlie even acknowledged you, it would hurt too much if he didn’t. You barely went noticed as you left anyway so it would be no surprise if he didn’t notice either. But he did. His proud look turning into one of confusion as he spotted your form rushing away. He had wanted to kiss you, stare into your pretty eyes for a moment longer, but you were gone in the blink of an eye. He wondered why, it almost feeling like you were trying to escape him. This very thought plagued him the rest of the day as he awaited a moment to see you again.

Once classes were over it took him forever to find you. He felt like he had turned Welton upside down in search of you until he finally found you curled up on a window seat in the library. Your eyes were cast downward at the book in your hands, your forehead pressed against the cool glass of the window where you sat. You were so beautiful and his heart yearned deeply for you in that very moment. He wished you didn’t feel so far away. He just wanted you two to be okay. As much as he talked about always having a girlfriend he never thought he’d be lucky enough to have one, especially you.

“Found you” you jump slightly at the sound of his husky voice. He’s lifting your feet and sliding beside you before you can react. He doesn’t make any notion that the window is cold against his back as he finally looks at you.

“I wasn’t hiding” you finally say, a bit nervous in his presence which you hated.

“Felt like it” the sad way he drops his gaze from you makes your heart clench. You hadn’t meant to hurt him but he had unintentionally been hurting you.

“I know” you whisper and Charlie looks up to see the sad expression you wear, one that matched his own.

“Can you tell me why?” he asks and you notice how small he seems here. He isn’t loud and proud Charlie, he’s your boyfriend who’s afraid you’re going to say something that hurts him and even worse you know what you have to say is going too.

“I don’t know why you’re with me Charlie” you say, officially closing your book and giving him your full attention.

“What do you mean?” he asks and you bring your hands to your face, sighing into them before looking up again.

“I’m not like you Charlie. You’re good looking, popular, outgoing. I’m just not” you say, exasperated and tired of not only being insecure about everything else in your life but about this too.

“Yes you are!” and this has you chuckling dryly, so tired of being lied to.

“No Charlie, I know it, you know it, and the rest of these imbeciles do too” you say, arms crossing over you chest and Charlie sighs as he presses a hand to his forehead.

“You are to me” he says calmly and you feel your heart rate accelerate at the confession. Charlie dares a glance at you to see your face flooded with sadness and confusion. He had never meant to make you feel small. “You’re the only girl for me. Maybe you’re not all that outgoing but that’s okay. I need someone who is going to bring me down to earth. I wanted to kiss my girlfriend today before she left after lunch and instead I watched her run away from me. I don’t try to make you feel worthless, I’m just so used to being loud and bold to hide the fact that I’m terrified my life won’t turn out the way I want it to. The only thing I’m sure of is you”

“Is that true?” you ask and Charlie chuckles even though none of this conversation is meant to be funny.

“It’s the most true thing I’ve said all week” he tells you and finally you take a good look at your doe eyed boyfriend. His floppy brown hair hangs in his eyes and the crooked smile on his face is still only ever directed at you. He loves you the way you love him, for all the things neither of you are. So you scoot forward and wrap your arms around his neck.

“I’m sorry I assumed the worst of you” you tell him and he gives you a tight lipped smile that you happily lean forward and kiss.

“I’m sorry I expected too much of you” Charlie apologizes in return and you smile before locking your lips with his own again. Pulling yourself closer to him your book slides from your lap and lands with a loud thud that has you both giggling quietly in the back corner of the library. Charlie doesn’t care about the attention it might’ve brought and kisses you good and hard again.

The best thing about Charlie is no matter how insecure you are, at least he will always be there for you. You balanced each other out and balance was the most important key to life. Balance love, balance work and art, and you shall be free.

229 notes · View notes

miguellover07 · 8 months

Note

Ughhh, may I request something,well umm do u remember those wattpad nerd story (that had to deal with nerds girl who no one really had an interest,then boom someone is interested in them and they just called them ugly ass,but the nerds always weared baggy clothes and big glasses) that was popular there, well I wanted to ask

Nerd!reader(female) x rich!popular!Miguel

Highschool/college au

Who is an new kid(miguel) come to school already become popular and all the talk of the town ,he was just incredibly annoyed by all these girl jumping onto to him like an bug going toward the sun,and the fucking guys that say there he best friends,he would just shut them up,and make fun of them,he was fed up with people telling him what happening with today's drama or shit,he just wanted to had fun,I mean just because he was rich doesn't he was lazy,that's when he wanted to find an place that quiet and clam he went to the library, that where he saw reader,(who he never saw her before,he just thought she was an new kid) nerd!reader who was wearing headphones underneath her hoodie (listening to music of course) while studying,she seem peaceful,but knowing him he would just sat down next in the same table as her,

AND THE REST IS UP TO u (Idk what to do)

Always have an wonderful day😘😘😇

Study buddy

Around 1100 words, fluff, rich!Miguel x nerdfem!reader

After finally getting rid of these annoying classmates of his, he found his way to the school library.

He was already so frustrated and grumpy by them. They don't understand that he simply doesn´t care who fucked with whom or who holds the best parties.

This year he wants to improve his grades to the impossible, so only A´s are allowed. This means no parties, no drama or any kind of burden for him.

The reason is that he wants to be worthy of his parents company.

He wants them to be proud of him and inherit it to him because he deserves it and not due to the fact that he is their eldest son.

That´s why right now he's standing in the math section and looks through the books and after a bit of searching he finds the books he needs for practacing.

Luckily the math section is mostly empty except for a group who are probably working on a project together and a girl.

Before searching for a seat, he decides to regard the girl for some minutes.

Her oversized hoodie has a big image on the back which tells him that she is a fan of the same comic as him.

He sees her removing the glasses and rubbing her already bloodshot eyes and she seems worried and frustrated.

So, he decides to sit next to her, taking out his school supplies such as notebook, calculator and some pencils.

Perhaps it would be a good idea to befriend her so that he can have a study buddy and they could help each other out.

As he sits down next to her, he notices the small spider-man earrings and he can't help but feel excited because he also likes him.

Even her earphones are designed in the colour red and blue which implies that they must be customised.

She rests her head in her hands and Miguel guesses that she is either at the brick of a breakdown or just taking a break.

"Need help?" he causally asks her as he takes her notes to see with what she is fighting.

The moment he starts speaking is exactly where her song switches to another one, so in this little second she hears him right next to her.

Startled, she jumps in her chair, putting a hand on her heart "Gosh, I didn´t see you coming..."

And Miguel can´t help but find her slow reaction adorable.

She slowly takes her headphones off and sighs while blushing intensly. The new kid talked to her? And even offers his help?

No way, this must be a prank, most people don´t even recognize her which she is extremly thankful for since she has seen how the popular kids bully the nerds or basically everbody who isn´t filthy rich or at least good looking.

But she needs help or else she will fail her math class and studying alone won't get her far.

"I don't even know what I´m doing..." she would whisper embarrassed.

Humming, he starts opening one of her books and takes a minute to read himself in this topic.

All the while she puts her glasses back on to get a better sight of him.

It´s like she is looking at a model, his skin looks so smooth and his hair is so fluffy and voluminous.

His sharp features makes him so much hotter but to stop her emberassing blushing, she tries looking at the books before her.

After understanding the topic, he leans back and starts explaining it to her, without making her feel stupid which only makes her more attracted to him.

He even put his arm behind her to lean a bit closer towards her and his other hand keeps pointing to the book while sometimes scribbling on her notes.

Nodding eagerly as she finally understood what her problem was and how it workes.

She can´t help and turn to him as she gives him a tired but happy smile since this session took over 2 hours of him just explaining and calculating together.

"Thank you so much for your help, I don´t know what I would do without you," expressing her graditute while packing her stuff "Could I perhaps repay you?"

Miguel leans back and packs his schoolbag as well "How about before we start our next time we have lunch together? I´m still new here and don´t know my way around and I don´t know if you´ve already had the chance to explore our school"

Confusion is written over her face "What do you mean?" she chuckles akwardly.

"Aren´t you new here as well?" he raises a brow and is seemingly confused now.

Chuckling she explains "No no no, I´ve been in this town since birth so I actaully do know my way around, I could be your guide if you like" she puts her hand before her giggling mouth to hide it and Miguel again can´t help but find her adorable with the whole behaviour and looks.

Everything she does just suits her.

"Oh sorry, I don´t know why I automatically assumed you were new here, but yeah I´d like to have a sweet one like you as my tour guide... ugh when I think about that one of the other could be my guide, I already get a headache"

Again she can´t help but giggle at his confession and as they two stand up, she can´t help but notice the height difference which makes her a little bit nervous again. Miguel notices it immediately which makes him smirk.

"I´m Y/N, by the way" she awkwardly introduces herself as she remebered to do it at the beginning which makes it a bit awkward again but he only leans down to hear her better and perhaps to tease her a little.

"Y/N, it´s a pretty name and it suits you perfectly... and I´m Miguel o´hara" he says with a little smirk.

🕸🕷

Hope you like this one, I somehow struggled to make him seem 'more rich' and her more 'nerdy' with the set up but I still hope you'll enjoy this one, my friend <3

#miguel o'hara #spider man 2099 #miguel o'hara imagine #miguel o’hara x y/n #miguel o'hara drabble #miguel o'hara fanfiction #miguel o'hara x you #miguel o’hara one shot #miguellover07 #miguel spiderman #miguel x reader #miguel o hara #atsv miguel #miguel atsv #miguel o'hara fluff #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel x fem!reader #ask

169 notes · View notes

yandere-writer-momo · 9 months

Text

I finally conquered writer’s block. So enjoy a manipulative yandere Retsu.

This is for my girl @mothwingwritings 💕💕 Retsu is hard to write for as a yandere. This was a challenge

Yandere Baki Short Stories: Change of Fate

Yandere Kaioh Retsu x Afab reader

…………………………………….

Retsu smiled stiffly at (your name) when she showed off the soulmate mark she woke up with. It didn’t match his… they were not soulmates. Despite the initial he had on his arm of her first name. Despite the fact that his mark glowed around her… he was a one sided soulmate…

“I’m so excited to meet my soulmate, Retsu.” (Your name) smiled brightly at her best friend, the man still silent. “It looks like a K. Do you think their name starts with a K?”

Retsu finally recollected himself, a soft smile now on his face. A serene expression enveloped his strong features. “Possible…”

It was Kaioh Retsu. He was a Kaioh… couldn’t that K stand for something? Couldn’t his feeling be returned? For years he has always been benevolent to everyone else… couldn’t he be selfish?

(Your name) took Retsu’s hand in hers, a smile on her lips. “I hope you find your soulmate too. I always want you to be happy, Retsu.”

(Your name) and Retsu continued to have small talk but despite the subject change, Retsu couldn’t get it out of his head. She wasn’t destined to be his like he was destined to be hers… but why?

Retsu’s cognac colored eyes studied her jovial expression while she spoke. Why couldn’t he have her?

Retsu folded his hands on his lap and gave his hands a tight squeeze. He’d figure out a way for this to work…

Retsu went to the library and looked up every piece of information he could find on soulmates. He was there for four hours until he found what he needed… that there was a second, more suitable person. But the fate could be changed if she accepted him over that person.

(Your name) had followed him from China. They’ve been together for many years, why wasn’t Retsu suitable for her?

Retsu sucked in a deep breath and sighed. He was terrified to lose her… he didn’t want her to fall into anyone else’s hands… he was perfect for her.

Retsu put away all the books with a frown. Could he convince her to choose him?

Retsu was sure he could… he was her most trusted person after all.

Katsumi Orochi was her soulmate. Retsu came to find out when he saw the initial on his arm. Retsu was just lucky Katsumi had no interest in meeting his soulmate. The young man was too concentrated on his karate to care for such ‘trivial’ things.

It was easy for Retsu to keep him away from (your name). Retsu would take (your name) out on dates and continue on with their routine. A life without Katsumi in it, the way it should be.

And over the course of a few months, it seems (your name) started to give up in her search for her other half. It had all started to play out the way Retsu intended.

“I think you look lovely in red.” Retsu complimented her outfit with a smile. The man stood beside her in the mirror.

Retsu tagged along with her shopping trip. The older man made sure to present himself as her lover. He’d carry her things for her and even pay for them. And today, Retsu made sure to pull up his sleeve for her to see his soulmate mark. He wanted her to know… to guilt her into acceptance.

“Retsu?” (Your name) asked softly, her eyes wide at the mark that glowed on his arm. Her breath hitched in shock. “Retsu… you’re my soulmate?”

Retsu gave her a hug. His arms wrapped around her waist in an intimate manner, which caused (your name) to blush.

“Mhmm…” Retsu sighed in a way that played with (your name)’s heart strings. “But you aren’t mine.”

(Your name) frowned in sorrow. She must have broken Retsu’s heart by not being his… was there was way to fix this? Retsu clearly cared about her and they have always been together… wouldn’t it make sense for her to accept him?

“How can I be yours? I haven’t met my other soulmate so couldn’t we be?” Retsu shook his head, he positioned himself to stand in front of her. His hands clasped around hers.

“I couldn’t possibly ask that of you.” Retsu moved his right hand to cup her cheek. He gave her a smile of reassurance. “I just want you to be happy, I’m perfectly okay if you’re not mine-“

(Your name) wrapped her arms around Retsu in a big hug. A few tears fell from her face. How could she not choose Retsu? He always put her needs, and everyone’s needs, above his own. Of all people, Retsu deserved to be happy…

“I want to be your soulmate too.” (Your name) whispered while she cried. Her heart hurt so much for her poor friend. Retsu was always so wonderful to her… how could she not pick him? “I can’t believe you suffered in silence for so long.”

The mark on (your name)‘s arm changed which made a wicked smile flash on Retsu’s face for a moment. But she didn’t catch it.

Who knew it would be so easy… but he was grateful for her loyalty and trust in him. Retsu vowed to make her the happiest woman alive.

“I love you.” Yes… Retsu loved her more than anything… more than anyone else. And he’d show her for the rest of their lives that no man could ever love her like he could.

152 notes · View notes

sapphos-ode · 11 months

Text

Voices

Alcina Dimitrescu Find part 1 here

So, someone did request a part two. But tumblr ate the draft I made with the ask. So apologies and I hope the blog finds this.

“The Lady prefers blood in a little jug, she likes to add it herself,” a voice came from outside, muffled but clear enough to make out what was said.

Alcina’s head snapped over to the door of the library, her daughters looked over to her. Mild curiosity on their faces.

“Thank you, I’ll go remake the tea now,” a second voice piped up from behind the door.

“It’s alright,” the countess could practically hear the reassuring smile in your voice

Alcina recognised the voice from yesterday. She had woken up today feeling significantly better and much less lethargic. To make up for missing dinner, she had set aside her work in favour of spending the day with her daughters.

Without wasting a second she rushed to the door. Peeking her head out and looking both ways down the hallway. Only to see it empty.

“Mama?”

Alcina resigned herself to the fact that you had disappeared. She closed the door and retook her seat.

“Sorry my little flies, I thought I heard something,”

Bela exchanged a glance at Cassandra who just shrugged.

“Now! Where were we?” Alcina refocused her attention back on her girls. They had chosen to play cards.

“You were just about to lose, catastrophically!” Daniela erupted, slamming her cards down to show a winning hand. Groans followed from her sisters and Alcina could be heard muttering. She had always been a sore loser.

Alcina had excused herself an hour before dinner, but promised the trio of terror that she would be joining them. She sat in her room, looking over a few reports with disinterest, a pair of delicate metal framed glasses perched on her nose.

Her eyes flitted over to the door when she heard the door click open. Her breath suspended as she waited for whoever it was to enter her room. A maid, timid and docile slipped and and then instantly froze when she saw the Countess.

“I’m so- I’m so sorry for disturbing you my lady!” The words came out rushed. Her voice was a little raspy and had a timbre far too low to be yours.

Alcina grunted dismissively before brushing past the dumbfounded maid to leave. She had hoped it would be you who would tend to her room like you had yesterday.

Usually you helped with the dinner service in the dining room, but the Chef had asked for help with a new dish she wanted to serve, and you were amongst the scant few maids who didn’t keel over at the sight of human flesh. Personally, you thought it looked no different to a breast of chicken or a lion of beef. So you were taken off the service to help behind the scenes.

Upstairs in the dining room, Alcina seemed to find a multitude of small things that needed seen to. And she asked a different maid each time, as she went through each one. Hoping to hear your voice again, she was met with disappointment. After the last maid she had asked spoke she instantly had changed her mind. No longer requiring a new knife.

Her daughters had exchanged questioning looks but eventually shrugged it off. Their mother could be rather eccentric. They did love her for it.

The Dimitrescu family spent the evening reading their own books in the library, simply enjoying each other’s presence and the warmth of the fire.

Alcina’s week seemed to follow a pattern, she hadn’t given up her search for you. But with only a voice to go off of, it was hard. Many a times she heard you talking, usually to another maid. But she seemed to have horrible timing. Always missing you by mere seconds.

The closest she had got was hearing your voice as she walked to her office. She had instantly taken a detour only to see the hem of your skirt disappear into one of the servant’s passageways.

The countess briefly entertained the idea of having every member of staff line up and read from some book. Like some sort of police line up.

What she had managed to gather was you had some sort of seniority amongst the castle staff. A lot of them turned to you for advice or guidance pertaining the upkeep of the castle and how to navigate her and her daughters without being killed.

With winter settling in Alcina had ordered all staff to ensure a fire was ablaze in every room of the castle.

It was early morning, too early for even the maids to be up. Alcina couldn’t sleep and decided to get a head start on paperwork for the day.

She had only been in her office for about ten minutes before a knock came at the door.

“Enter,” the countess didn’t bother to look up from her desk.

She had a small lamp on whilst the rest of the room was basked in darkness. A slight chill to the air. She didn’t mind, about the cold, her daughters were asleep and she had maids maintaining fires in each of their rooms throughout the night.

You slip in quietly, bowing your head at her before making a beeline for the hearth. Procuring a match book from your apron you make fast work of coaxing a roaring flame which settled quickly before evolving into a steady fire.

“Sorry for disturbing you My lady, I heard you passing by and didn’t want you to catch a cold,” you hum softly before closing the door behind you.

Alcina’s too shocked to move. That voice, she could finally put a face to… if she had actually looked up.

“Wait!”

You hear the Countess and stop in your tracks, a little way down the corridor from her office door. Looking over your shoulder confused. You wait a second before continuing on your way.

Until you heard the Countess all but bust her door down. The loud crash rang through the castle as you jumped in shock. Your body freezing before you realised what had happened. And when you had been able to move and turned around to assess the situation, your Lady was standing right in front of you.

You took a few steps back to lessen how much you had to crane your neck.

“My lady? Is everything okay?”

The countess is just staring down at you, breathing heavily. You purse your lips about to speak. To coax her to say something but she does so before you can.

“Finally,” she breathes out. Studying your face. You were breathtaking, Alcina instantly loved everything about you.

Is this how you die? For? Keeping the countess warm? ‘That’s rough buddy,’ is all you can think.

“My lady, is everything alright?”

The Countess’ next action takes you by complete shock. Not only does she kneel in front of you to be closer to your height. But she reaches out for your hand and brings it to her face. Making you caress her cheek. And she seems to nuzzle into your touch.

You have no objection to this. But you are severely confused. You step a little closer to her and bring your other hand up to cup her face.

“I’ve been trying to find you, all week,” Alcina’s voice is quiet, as if you’d disappear if she spoke too loudly.

“You have? What for,” you speak equally as tentatively as the countess. You have an inkling as to why. But you were just looking after your, admittedly beloved, employer. Is what you told yourself. Nothing more and nothing less.

“I- ” Alcina’s voice trailed off. What could she say? ‘Hi I’m Alcina and I eat people but I really liked being held and looked after by you’ ?

“My Lady, let’s get you a proper seat,” you go to move your hands but the countess grabs your wrists. Keeping your hands on her face.

God, she could melt at the soft gaze you looked at her with. Muddled with concern, but she loved being the centre of your attention.

“I…” the countess tries again, “I appreciate what you did for me, last week,” she averts her gaze. Suddenly too shy to look you in the eyes.

“Oh,” you chuckle at her. It’s a warm sound and Alcina wishes to hear it more often.

“I regret not opening my eyes to see who you were,” Alcina shuffles a little, sorely aware of how unlike herself she’s behaving. On her knees in front of a maid? Hell must have frozen over.

“I’ve been hearing your voice for days now, but every time you managed to slip away,” Alcina pushes on, “you’re an elusive little thing,”

You giggle at that, “well, you finally caught me,” you give her a playful look, “what are you going to do me now,”

Alcina can’t help the blush on her cheeks.

You manage to convince the lady to move to her office. Enjoying the warmth of the fire as you sit on the couch. You had coaxed her into lying down on the sofa, resting her head on your lap so you could rub your hand through her hair. Her curls were soft, and Alcina was delighted to be held like this.

Your eyes roam her face as she smiles up at you, you’re studying the crows feet at the corner of eyes, then the faint line that has taken its place between her brow. No doubt from all the infuriating conversations she’s had to endure with Lord Heisenberg. It is then that you notice a red patch forming on her forehead. She catches on to you staring at something and raised a brow prompting you to speak your mind.

“Did you hit your forehead? Earlier, when you ran out your office?”

Silence.

“No,”

Alcina pouts at you. Pointedly looking away in a faux huff. You stifle a laugh at her, before pressing a kiss to the corner of her mouth.

“You’re a terrible liar my Lady,”

#lady dimitrescu #lady dimitrescu x reader

339 notes · View notes

llamamamareads · 1 year

Text

An Illyrian Baby: Part II

Part I | Part III

I do have part III in the works. I wanted to make these a little more even rather than having this one extremely long in comparison to the first.

Azriel x Reader

After the conversation you had with Azriel, you felt better about the situation. It did not, however, change the situation in the least. It just made you realize you weren’t alone in what you wanted, which also made it harder. You went to bed every night feeling like you weren’t enough all because of a stupid piece of anatomy that you couldn’t change on your own. You sat every day watching the children you saw as your nieces and nephews learn and grow, all while knowing they were clones of people you loved when you’d never have the same experiences. Nesta had her baby, a glowing baby girl. She and Cassian were over the moon about it of course. You did your best every day not to rain on their parade.

Today is a particularly difficult day for you. You spent all morning with both Feyre and Rhysand’s smallest and Nesta and Cassian’s baby. You had played with them, fed them, watched when their parents came home from their missions, then sat with the family and watched Feyre and Rhysand’s baby girl take her first steps. Her little wings making her balance worse than a typical toddler which made her that much more adorable. You had put on a happy face as long as you could before claiming to call it a night. Azriel had kissed your cheek, knowing it was difficult for you, but unable to leave just yet.

You find yourself in the library, sniffling with slow tears rolling down your cheeks as you dig through centuries worth of information to try to find a solution. Azriel, as promised, had asked Madja as well as Illyrian healers, and Rhysand for as much information as possible. Everyone was doing their best. If they were, then it was only fair that you did too. You gather as big of a stack of books as you can carry and set it down at a table. You swipe the tears away as you sit down and dig in, hoping to find a bit of hope within the pages.

Azriel finds you several hours later asleep with your face nestled into your crossed arms atop an open book. He sighs softly, wishing more than anything to give you what you want. He winnows you to your bedroom and tucks you in, making sure you’re still asleep before he returns to the books you’d fallen asleep on. He continues searching where you left off.

You wake late the next day to the smell of coffee and bacon. You walk into the kitchen and smile a little, confused but happy to see Azriel in a good mood. He’s got pancakes, bacon, and eggs going on the stove, his hips swaying to whatever tune he has going I his head. It’s a beautiful sight. And you envy it.

“Good morning, beautiful,” he says with a grin as you sit down on one of the stools. “I –“ he kisses your cheek, “have amazing news.” He slides a plate in front of you, turning to turn the burners on the stove off before stepping in front of you, placing both hands on the counter. “Madja has a plan. Rhys invaded my brain earlier to let me know.”

Your eyebrows shoot up. “Seriously?” Your eyes go wide and you can’t help but grin back as his smile widens.

“Yeah, baby. Seriously. After you eat and get dressed we can go meet with the two of them.”

He chuckles as he watches you scarf down breakfast and zoom around the house. It was the first good mood you’d been in for a very long time.

When the two of you walk into Rhys’s office he’s sitting in his chair with a grave expression, Madja standing at his side with an equally serious expression, her hands clasped in front of her. You take a seat on the couch, your eyes bouncing back and forth between the two of them as the hope you felt previously hangs by a thread. Azriel takes your hand and looks to Rhys. “This doesn’t look like good news.”

Rhys takes a deep breath and shakes his head. “It’s good news, just… complicated.” He nods to Madja to allow her to explain.

“Complicated is a word for it,” she mutters. “We may have a solution; however, it isn’t guaranteed to work and I’m not entirely comfortable with it. As healers, we come across a variety of injuries, especially broken bones with these brutes,” she eyes Azriel and Rhys, clearly recalling a number of times she’s had to heal them. “It’s a longer process than some things, but it’s a fairly easy concept and something we’ve done often enough that that, in itself, is safe. Something we don’t tend to do a lot of is break bones. If something has healed wrong we have to rebreak bones in order to heal them properly.”

You feel Azriel stiffen next to you and look over to see him staring intently at Rhys. “Out loud, please,” you plead, knowing that Rhys is speaking mentally with him.

“What she’s suggesting is that we break your pelvis in order to reshape it in hopes to recreate the appropriate shape necessary…” Rhys explains.

“Absolutely not. We’ll find another way,” Azriel states firmly.

“Now hold on,” you sigh. “Why not? Madja, you said you heal broken bones all the time. Reshaping the bone can’t be that much different, right? Otherwise you wouldn’t be suggesting it.”

“Technically speaking no. However, as a healer it is my job to heal, not cause pain and suffering. If this is the route you choose there will be a great deal of pain. The process, by any means, won’t be simple. Rhys has expressed he can keep the pain at by while I work, we would give you something to sleep of course, though once you wake? It will, quite possibly, be the worst pain you’ve felt in your life.”

“It’s also going to cause more stress on your body than is necessary. There’s too many risks.”

“Az, that’s a little extreme,” you sigh.

“It’s not though. It could spike your heartrate and kill you. It could paralyze you. Right? I mean, I’m not a healer, but I know what makes the body tick.” He shakes away the thoughts of people he’s tortured for the Night Court over the centuries. “No. I don’t like it.”

“We can’t just not try. This may be our only hope.”

He looks over at you and can see the hope shining in your eyes. He couldn’t stand the thought of the hopelessness settling back in if he were to truly deny you this opportunity. He looks to Rhys and sighs heavily. “You’re willing to do this?” he asks him.

Rhys gives a small nod and shifts in his seat. “We’re not seeing many other options. It’s not even guaranteed to work. We don’t know if it would be a one and done situation or if it’s something that would need to be done multiple times to get the right shaping. It’s never been done before.”

“Are you sure this is what you want?” Azriel asks and cups your face in his hands.

“I’d like to try… Anything at this point other than sitting and waiting for answers that never come.”

He searches your expression for any sign that you could be unsure of the decision and nods when he doesn’t find it. “When do we start?” He asks, looking to Rhys then Madja.

“We can start today if you’d like. I can get set up.”

“Thank you, Madja,” Rhys nods, dismissing her from the room. You and Azriel both thank her as well. He has another silent conversation with Azriel before speaking. “I’ll see you both in a few hours. If you need anything…” he nods silently and winnows out of the office.

“Is there more to this I’m not grasping?”

“No, baby, it’s just a lot of pain and stress for a maybe.”

“I’ll do anything for a maybe.”

#azriel #acotar #acotar fanfiction #azriel shadowsinger #azriel x reader #bat boys

441 notes · View notes

apoorhuman · 1 year

Text

Drained, tired, and cuddles

Mammon x Mc

A/n: my very first one shot, hope you guys like it ;)

✧༺♥༻✧

It was weekend, finally a time where everybody can relaxed, even the busiest man alive Lucifer, barbatos and diavolo now have some time they can spare for break after the whole week being busy with nonstop work.

You would expect Lucifer would still be busy with his work but surprisingly he's not, that's why he's out to who knows where saying that he will have some private vacation for himself to rest and relax.

With Lucifer's absent people would thought that the House of Lamentation will be really loud and chaotic, but the thing is that everybody were busy with their own activities.

Today there's a Ruri-chan event going on at majolish that's why right now Levi and Asmo at, the both of them agreed to go to majolish together but once they got there, they went to what piqued their interest.

Meanwhile Satan is also gone from house, he was looking for a new book to his collections in the local library and bookshops.

Belphie's at RAD field since he wanted to watch Beel does his practice for a game that's coming up, and the both of them are also planning to eat at Resorante Six after the practice.

You were left alone with no plans in mind too. Well, what about the angles? They're busy in the celestial realm at the moment unfortunately, Luke decided to bake Michael some desserts that Barbatos has taught him and Simeon was there to helped him.

Thirteen? She's also busy with her reaper job.

What about Solomon? He's really occupied in his room lately because of a new plant he found if the depths of the human world rainforest.

Mephisto? He's on a vacation with his brother.

Raphael? Also has a schedule on already.

So now you're just here in your bedroom, face being buried in pillow. You're tired of yesterday's schoolwork, yesterday's class, yesterday's commotion from the brothers.

Too much talking here and there with not long enough breaks for your social battery, and now in the weekend, instead of feeling happy, relieved, relaxed, you just feel tired.

Physically, mentally, spiritually, just any types of tired you are all of it, waking up was already hard for you, it's like as if Belphie gave you his tiredness.

✧༺♥༻✧

The morning starts with the brothers telling each other about their plans for today. And you just sit there eating, not sure if you listened to any of the brothers talking.

The mood got even worse when nobody is in the house to actually cheer you up.

Meanwhile our first man mammon was bored, he was going to die out of boredom If that's possible.

Laying on his couch inside his bedroom, he was just staring at the ceiling the whole time. He has nobody to tease, nobody to make them angry, and nobody to hang out.

So he did the most logical thing, and that is to search for you and take you on a car ride trip.

And so he immediately rises up from his couch, and starts walking in a normal but quick pace heading towards your bedroom.

✧༺♥༻✧

Arriving in front of your door, he didn't bother to knock like any other times too, he burst open the door, but instead of seeing you chilling while playing D.D.D he just saw you laying face down to your pillow, not moving an inch.

If it isn't because of how he sees your back raising and falling, he might thought you actually died.

Slowly he approaches you're bed, sitting beside you, hesitantly tries to pats your back but immediately retrieve his hand when you let out a loud groan.

Mammon's actually quite worried about you, but of course it's not like he's going to said it out loud.

"O-oi mc... Y'okay? " With a voice that's only people in the room can hear.

"No..... I'm tired.... But I also don't want to just stay in my bed all day.... But I'm also tired... And this kinds of thoughts makes my headaches more bad.... " Groaning loudly after that sentences"

Your answer was met with silent, the silent of mammon trying to think of how to actually made your mood much more better, but he can't really think of anything good.

Taking you to a restaurant? He knows you better enough that it will drained you more because of so many people there.

Maybe some car ride dates together? No.... The weather forecast said it's going to be raining, if he takes you to a car ride and suddenly it rains, it probably just going to make your mood much more bad.

A ding sound can be heard inside of mammon's head, right! He could just give his precious cuddles, heh not bad mammon.

Like that he starts to lay beside you, hugging you and then pulling you close, his head is on top of you, his arms are wrapped around your torso.

Suddenly feeling mammon's touch you were quite startled, turning your head to the side to look at your first man's face, staring at it for a little bit then you pulled on your tired smile.

You move your position from laying on you belly to laying side ways so that you look at mammon's face more clearly and hugged him back in return.

"Is my first man actually wanted to cheer his human up? " Smirk coming to your face.

His face starts to emit some pink hue on his cheeks as he starts to stuttee, trying to said something in return of your teasing "wha- what? No- nooo wh- why would i- me- the great mammon does that for some hu- human"

"But you did" Your smirk grew bigger and your mood starts to get a little less gloomg and tired after seeing your first man cute response.

"We- well I guess ya could say that I was feelin' generous oka'! I ain't doin' this for free ya'know?! "

"A- also I don't want lucifer yellin' at me for not helpin' you, since I'm.. I'm supposed to be looking after you.. So don't be sad ok?.... "

You raised an eyebrow at him, how could he be so cute, it's as if you were now fully charged again, you didn't felt tired or drained anymore you just felt happy and a little bit silly because of mammon.

Chuckling lightly, you pat mammon's head, ruffling it a bit too, making his hair a little messy. Well in response he snuggle you more close and now the both of you are ignoring the sound of rains that starts to pour heavily outside, he whispers " Love ya" "Love you too mams" Cuddling to each other warmly.

✧༺♥༻✧

I guess the forecast were right afterall, it did rains, I hope beel's okay with his practice and wouldn't get wet.

284 notes · View notes

plotting-against-you · 1 year

Text

My Own Worst Enemy

Fandom: One Chicago

Characters: Halstead Sister Reader, Jay Halstead, Will Halstead, Dr. Charles, Ethan Choi, Maggie Lockwood

Summary: You have a relapse in your anorexia, and no one knows until you show up at Med.

Warnings: Eating Disorders (i.e., anorexia) and their symptoms and habits.

Author's Note: I know nothing about anorexia, so I had to google it. If this comes off in any way incorrect, please know that I'm sorry. Also, if you ever find yourself in this situation, please seek help...I know it's hard, but we want you safe and healthy.

It started with a harmless comment. That’s what anyone would have thought, though you knew it wasn’t harmless. Not to you at least.

You had just gotten a full-time job at your local library, which seemed heaven-sent. You’d always loved being around books, so it all seemed to click when you found this job online.

Then the comment came.

You were eating during your allotted thirty-minute lunch break in the staff break room a week after starting when two women walked in from another department. You hadn’t met them yet but cringed when you saw their figures.

You hadn’t had the easiest time growing up. You were constantly picked on and developed an eating disorder at sixteen. Coincidentally, that was when your mom got sick, so you hid your illness in an attempt to keep the focus on her. It worked…until it didn’t.

You’d landed in the hospital where they diagnosed you with anorexia, and you’d had to work extra hard to come back from it ever since.

Seeing the women and their “perfect” figures didn’t make you recoil as it once would have, but their comments did.

“Girl, you brought a whole package of turkey to work? How many sandwiches are you planning on making?”

The other woman shrugged. “Don’t make fun of me! I like my turkey sandwiches, okay? Besides, you know I could eat a whole horse and not gain a pound.”

You looked down at the leftover beef stew in front of you and slowly laid down your fork. You had been having a stressful time recently with the new job, and your already fragile psyche took the hit as if it were a personal attack on you.

Boxing up what was left of the dinner you’d had at Jay and Hailey’s the night before, you tossed it in the garbage and grabbed a water.

“This is all I need today.” You told yourself. “I’ll do better tomorrow.”

…

You hadn’t done better tomorrow.

In fact, it had been weeks since you had started up your old habits. Luckily for you, it was easy to hide the signs from your family since it was just Jay and Will, and they’d both been working weird hours, making it impossible to see each other.

You had just gotten home from your day at work, having had nothing more than a bottle of water for lunch, and leaned against the couch in exhaustion. Though you grew increasingly tired every day, you found it hard to sleep at night.

You knew that was a symptom of the disease that had come back in full force, but you refused to accept it.

Dropping your bag, it made a thud on the floor, and you blinked your eyes a few times to clear them of the dots that danced in your vision. You were dizzy, but you refused to call your brothers for help.

Just as the thought entered your mind, your phone rang, and everything went dark as you reached to answer it.

…

You woke up on the floor behind your couch, your head pounding, your stomach growling, and your phone still ringing.

Reaching out an arm to search for your phone, you pulled it to your ear and scrunched your face in annoyance. “Hello?”

There was a pause. “Thank fuck.”

You continued to lie on the floor but opened your eyes in confusion. “Excuse me?”

“I’ve called you like twelve times.” Jay’s voice said on the other line. “I thought maybe you had been hurt or something.”

“I was napping.” You lied, though you figured it was close to the truth. “It’s been a long day.”

Jay snorted. “You work at a library. How hard can that be?”

“You’d be surprised.”

He ignored you. “Well, did you forget that you were supposed to meet Will and I at Molly’s for a drink tonight?”

“Shit. That was tonight?” Between focusing on work and spending your free time counting your calories, you’d forgotten about the invitation from your brothers. “I’m sorry. I’m exhausted.”

“Are you sure nothing’s wrong?” Jay’s voice sounded concerned.

“I’m fine, honest. Just tired. Rain check?” You ignored the fact that you were still lying on the ground.

Jay sighed, disappointment filling his tone. “Okay. We’ll do it another night.”

“Thanks, Jay.” You told him as you hung up.

Then you lay on the floor, resting a hand on your aching stomach. It had been some time since you’d put anything other than water and some nuts into it but couldn’t bring yourself to care.

You would soon be at your ideal weight, and everything would return to normal.

…

You nearly screamed when you brushed your hair the following day and found a large chunk of it tangled in the brush. Your hair started falling out again, as it had when you were younger, and you sighed.

You knew you needed help, but you didn’t want any. You liked this control, and you liked having this ideal image in your head.

Ignoring the anxious pit in your stomach, you continued to get ready for work and left your apartment. Everything would be fine, you told yourself.

And it was…until midday.

You had been in the stacks trying to locate a book for a patron when the dizziness set in. Blinking it away, you reached for the top shelf when the world tilted on its axis, and you were suddenly lying on the ground staring up at the ceiling.

People were around you immediately, but everything sounded like a train flying past your ears. Sitting up, you waved everyone off but let your director pull you into the first aid room.

He grabbed a bottle of water and had you sit while he pulled out your emergency contact information. “You’re okay, Y/N. I’m going to call your emergency contact to pick you up and get you checked out.”

Groaning, you tried to stop him. “It’s okay, really. My brother is a doctor. I’ll just get him to check me out after my shift.”

The last thing you needed was for him to call Jay, your first emergency contact, or Will, your secondary contact. They would freak out, and you didn’t want them to know anything about this.

“Y/N, you collapsed. That’s not something we play around with here.” Your boss told you.

You shook your head and went to stand when the world went black again, and you crumpled to the ground.

…

“Dr. Choi! We’ve got incoming.” Maggie yelled to the physician and turned to the ambulance bay as the doors opened.

“What do we got?” He asked, running over and meeting the eyes of the paramedic.

“Thirty-year-old female collapsed at work twice. Lost consciousness on the second fall. Severely malnourished and dehydrated. BP is low, and so is her blood sugar.”

Looking down at you, Ethan sighed. He knew what this probably meant and knew your brothers would be worried. “Mags, keep them out of my treatment room until after I’ve finished.”

“You got it.” She told him and looked at you worriedly.

As they transferred you to a hospital gurney, Ethan shined his pen light into your eyes. “Y/N? Can you hear me?”

Your face contorted in disgust, trying to escape the light as you nodded. “Hmm…yeah.”

“Can you open your eyes for me?”

“If you stop shining a light in them….” You muttered but instantly felt terrible. “I’m sorry….”

Ethan shook his head. “You’ve got nothing to be sorry for, Y/N.”

He rattled off a bunch of tests to the nurse before you bit your lip. “I’m screwed, aren’t I?”

He sighed. “Y/N…you know how this looks. You can either let me run a bunch of unnecessary tests, or you can let me call Dr. Charles, and we can get this over with sooner.”

“What about my brothers?” You asked meekly.

“I can keep them out until after you talk to Dr. Charles if you want?” He suggested though he knew he’d have a battle on his hands.

You nodded. “Please.”

“Okay. I’ll have Maggie page Dr. Charles, and we’ll go from there.”

…

While he usually walked into work at a leisurely pace, Will found himself rushing inside to meet his brother. “What happened?”

Jay shrugged. “I don’t know, man. Her boss called and said she’d passed out twice at work today, but when I got here, Maggie and Ethan told me I had to wait out here.”

Turning to look at the nurse, Will’s eyes held fury before Ethan stepped in. “Will, she asked for some time. Dr. Charles is in with her right now, and then you can go in.”

“Dr. Charles?” Jay asked him. “But why would-”

The thought dawned on both brothers simultaneously, and they looked sadly at each other. It had been nearly fifteen years since they had dealt with this, but it looked like your worst enemy was back and swinging.

The door opened, and Dr. Charles walked out of the treatment room. “Boys. You can go in now.”

Jay took off the second the words came out, but Will stayed back, looking at his colleague in fear and anguish.

“Is it…it’s back, isn’t it?” The redhead asked him.

The seasoned doctor sighed. “She’s permitted me to tell you this, so yes…her anorexia is apparent again. She said she’s been dealing with it for a few weeks now.”

The eldest Halstead looked towards your room and sighed. “I wish we’d known. It’s the same thing that happened before, you know? We didn’t know until she ended up in the hospital.”

“This can be a tough thing.” Dr, Charles told him. “But you know as well as I do that recovery is possible, and you had to know that a relapse could happen.”

Will nodded. “Yeah, I just thought we were in the clear.”

“Well, I can tell you that we came up with a therapy plan and scheduled a meeting with a nutritionist. I can also tell you that your sister is very strong but very scared of what you might be feeling, so please…go in and see her.”

Nodding almost robotically, Will moved over to your room and sighed as he took in your appearance. “Hey, kid.”

You raised your tear-filled eyes to him but kept your grip on Jay’s hand. “I’m so sorry.”

Will moved forward instantly and came to your side, brushing the bangs out of your face. “You have nothing to apologize for, Y/N/N.”

“What happened?” Jay asked quietly.

You bit your lip. “I’ve been really stressed lately, and then someone made a comment at work…it just slid away from there. I didn’t mean for it to get this bad.”

“When I called you last night, and you said you’d been napping?”

You looked at Jay sadly. “I had passed out in my apartment and didn’t want to tell you.”

“Y/N…you can’t be doing this to yourself,” Will told you. “I know you’ve started on a plan with Dr. Charles, but will you let us help you, too?”

You nodded slowly. “Please. I need help.”

“And you’re going to get it,” Will promised his little sister.

Jay sighed. “Listen, I think you should move in with Hailey and I…at least for a little while. It might be easier to handle if you have support around you.”

You snorted. “You just don’t want me home alone in case I relapse again.”

He looked at you sadly. “Can you blame me?”

You shook your head. “No…no, I can’t. And I will take you up on that offer so long as Hailey’s okay with it.”

“She will be. You know she loves you.” Jay smiled, though it was strained. “You know we love you, too, right?”

You nodded. “Yeah. I love you both right back.”

#one chicago fanfiction #halstead sister #jay halstead #will halstead #nbc chicago pd #chicago med #eating disoder trigger warning

276 notes · View notes

kyohaku-kannen · 1 year

Note

Hi umm can I request a macaque x fem reader x wukong

Like reader is a tomboy but also a little girly like she loves to paint nails and wear some cute accessories and all but she’s really a tomboy plus she has short hair and she’s bullied from her collage of how she looks and what’s she’s interested but she always fights back and defends herself plus also a nerdy geek but a fighter

I just wanna see both of there reactions of reader defending herself or what’s she likes

˗ˏˋ 𝐎𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 'ˎ˗

𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐓 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐑 gently flowed with the wind and her (e/c) eyes were narrow. Her fist clenched and a shout coming from her throat. Her voice held so much anger it startled the ones she had directed her shout to.

"Will you shut your god damn mouths!" The group of four seemed surprised and half of them stumbled back in shock. She pointed her finger at the one in front of her with a dark glare directed to them.

"You have a fucking problem with the way i dress-!" Y/n began as she started to step towards the person in front of her.

"Then you can take your opinion and shove it right up your fucking ass!" She now stood directly in front of the other her finger against the others chest.

"Maybe while your at it you can take out the broom stick shoved so damn far up there." With this she pushed pas the person and the rest of the group. Adjusting her bag, she didn't bother to look back at the stunned group behind her.

She was tired of those idiots.

"Bloody annoying-" They had been messing with her for months on end at this point. She was growing tired of hearing the group and cooly telling them to fuck off. But today was just a terrible morning and she had just about enough of their bullshit.

"All I wanted to do was go to the god damn library and instead I ran into those annoying-!"

"Woah now~" Stopping she slowly looked over to the sound of the voice. Looking down she could see her shadow seemed to have been a silhouette of someone else entirely with glowing purple eyes and grin.

"Hi Macaque.." Y/n muttered then continued to walk now in search for a private area to sit. Eventually she found a quiet area and sat down on a nearby bench.

"So what was that about, I've never seen you so pissed?" Macaque asked as he leaned on the back of the bench. Y/n groaned and placed her hands over her face.

"Yeah it was really surprising! Normally you'd end up quoting some book to get your point across- but wooh!" Y/n flinched then looked up from her hands. Sitting besides her was Sun Wukong, from the way he spoke it seemed he saw what went down as well.

"Why are you two even here, what have I told you two about coming to my campus!" Wukong looked over to Macaque who glanced back at him return. With a grin Macaque simply pushed Wukong of the bench and jumped up to sit in his spot.

"Well to be fair I was here first and I was just worried about you." Y/n raised an eyebrow at this but glanced to the side.

"Yeah you've been acting weird lately peaches-" Wukong sat on the other side of her now. What surprised her was the way he visibly showed his worry.

"And the way you dealt with that group was something I hadn't expected from you~" Macaque hummed deciding to pull Y/n to him. Wukong glared at Macaque before he continued to speak.

"But Peaches if someone was bothering you so much you can always tell m-"

"I think she handled it perfectly fine." Macaque shrugged and suddenly Y/n had been taken away from him. With this he shot a glare towards Wukong who did the same.

"That's not-!" Y/n sighed as the both of them began to bicker while holding her. At this point she was used to this.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

I am so sorry if this is bad, I tried to figure out how to do this and I'm not that creative. That and I'm sorry if the two of them are out of character. I had a different version written and scrapped, I was suggested to put it here as well so here's this.

˗ˏˋ 𝐎𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 'ˎ˗

____

𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓 stupid, he knew exactly what was going on. Sighing he watched his lover making her way through her college campus. She seemed more than annoyed and in all honesty he was just as annoyed. Who the hell dared to hurt the one he cared for the most.

"Alright so why did you call me here." Wukong landed on top of the building not too far from Macaque who stared down at Y/n. Wukong's annoyance quickly turned into confusion as he realized where exactly he was. His gaze followed Macaque and soon landed on a very pissed off Y/n.

"Okay what's going on here?"

"Well it's seems like-"

"The fuck did you just say!?"

-☾ ☓ 𖤓-

He short hair blew gently with the cool breeze as she quickly made her way through her campus to get to her next class. She was left pissed off from a group of people that often bothered her. They were always tiring to deal with but she'd always end up cursing them out one way or another. Although they still had yet to lay their fingers on her and she doubt they would.

'They act like a bunch of idiotic teenagers.'

They were affecting her more than she'd like to admit.

"Your not okay." Macaque stated as he held her face just so that she wouldn't look away from him. He held a mostly blank expression but the worry he had could be seen in his eyes. Y/n looked up at Macaque in surprise, what had he meant, she was perfectly fine.

"You seem more upset then normal." Y/n frowned at this and pulled away from Macaque. Shifting away from the other she sat at the end of the couch. The book in her hands didn't seem as interesting anymore. There was no way she could focus enough to read the words printed of the book.

"Y/n.." She didn't bother to look up from her book but could feel Macaque pick her up from the couch. With a startled yelp she been placed back down but she now sat on Macaque's lap.

"You don't have to tell me what's going on now but please..please just let me know if anything is going on.."

He had been the first to point out that out, but she wouldn't tell him what it was as it wasn't that big of an issue. The group that's been bothering her would simply voice out some opinions she didn't care for. And at the time she was too busy to care enough about anything the group had to say.

"I can tell something bothering you so what's up?" Wukong spoke from her couch making her look over her shoulder at the other. She could see the way his gaze was no longer on her TV but solely on her. With a small frown she went back to preparing food for the both of them.

"It's nothing serious."

"It has to be if it's got you this upset." Wukong said now no longer sitting on the couch but right next to Y/n. Y/n went to speak but was cut off by Wukong pulling her into a hug.

"You can tell me if anything is wrong you know." He hummed, gently running his hand through her short hair. Y/n blinked a bit startled before letting out a small sigh.

And then Wukong was the second to notice, or perhaps he'd noticed first.

"Hey if isn't-" Y/n stood and stared at the group before her. She was tired of hearing the group nitpick at her sense of fashion. The stupidity of the group amazed her, to think that she'd care for their insults. No she did care..

"Maybe you shouldn't-"

"Are you fucking done because I'm tired of listening to your pompous ass talk." Y/n grumbled as she glared at the one who stood to the front of the group. She never thought just four people could be so annoying. The thought of reporting them was there but it wasn't like much would be done. What the group was doing most likely wouldn't have been taken too seriously.

"Excuse me little emo girl." She felt her eyes twitch from that comment alone.

"It's like a disgusting mix of girly and emo-" One of the other four commented and that's when Y/n snapped.

"The fuck did you just say!?" Y/n shouted out, about ready to get in trouble for connecting her fist with one of their faces.

"Well freak I said it's-" And she had just about lost it on them.

"You got a fucking problem with what the fuck I wear? Maybe you should take a look in the mirror cus to be fuckin honest- it looks like your parents chose your damn clothes for you!" Y/n began as she moved closer to the group pointing at the one in the front sending a piercing glare.

"You-"

"And don't get me started on how childish you all are! Are your life's so that god damn sad that you gotta mess with other people to find meaning in your useless ass life!?" Y/n was now right in front of them with her finger inches away from their face. This caused the other to scoff, slap her hand away, then shove her forwards. Stumbling back Y/n stood in startled shock before she slowly began to grin.

"Oh I've been waiting for this."

-☾ ☓ 𖤓-

"Holy crap." Wukong muttered as he watched what occured bellow. Before either of them could step in after Y/n got shoved.

"You can take your dumbass opinions and shove it right up your ass you-"

"I didn't think she could fight this well.." Macaque muttered out having been shocked from the events that unfolded before him. Although he still grinned having been proud of his lover. Wukong on the other hand was simply just left in startled shock.

"She's just beating them to a pulp, also don't you think-" Wukong began but was cut off by Macaque much to his annoyance.

"Nah, she can plead self defense."

☾ 𖤓

𝐘/𝐍 𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐈𝐋𝐘 𝐒𝐀𝐓 on the couch reading one of her favorite books. Her apartment held a peaceful silence that would only be interrupted with her flipping a page in her book. Slowly the shadow of her couch morphed before soon a figure crept up against the wall.

"I'm hurt, you didn't tell me you could fight so well."

"Gah-! Macaque!" Y/n shouted out startled but Macaque suddenly pooing out of the shadow along the wall behind her couch. She'd nearly fallen off the couch from the scare she got. Pausing Y/n looked over to Macaque with confusion.

"Wait what?"

"Yeah you were awesome!" Y/n let out another startled yelp although this time she did fall off the couch. She never touched the ground as she was caught in a pair of arms. Looking up she could see Wukong grinning down at her.

"I'd appreciate if you two didn't scare the crap out of me, and also- what are you two talking about?"

#lmk macaque #lego macaque #lego monkie kid #lmk #macaque x reader #lmk sun wukong #lmk wukong #lego sun wukong #sun wukong #sun wukong x reader #lmk sun wukong x reader #lmk macaque x reader #lmk six eared macaque #six eared macaque x reader #six eared macaque #x reader #oneshot

127 notes · View notes

celestiaras · 4 months

Text

‧₊˚✧ ❛[ quiet in the library ]❜

ft. aia amare x gn! reader — iluna, nijisanji en

╰₊✧ while you’re left to study & aia is having the time of her life at the library, you eventually get bored & decide to mess around with her┊1.3k words

contains: smut!! dom reader & sub aia┊established relationship, semi-public (but it’s practically public), fingering, a suprise…

➤ author's note: real ones know that this is a repost from when tumblr was acting up

for what felt like the hundredth time, you checked the time at the bottom-right corner of your laptop and sighed when you once again saw that barely a single minute has passed. spending your saturday studying for classes that you already had good grades in was the most mind-numbingly boring thing you could be doing right now. with the holidays coming up, you were ready to just fail the assessments and put it all behind you so that you could enjoy all of your free time for hobbies and spending time with loved ones.

alas, your girlfriend wasn’t too fond of the idea of you throwing out your schoolwork when break hadn’t even started yet. sure, your grades were high enough to take the hit, but you were smart enough to pass if you put in the effort and she didn’t want your scores to lower just because you were lazy. that’s why she dragged your ass out to the local library and took away your phone so that you could concentrate, skipping off to explore the archive while leaving you to suffer in silence while fueled by nothing but crappy overpriced coffee.

with the excuse of needing to stretch your legs, you asked a classmate who happened to be sitting at the same table as you to watch over your belongings and essentially bolted out of there to begin your search for your beloved angelic maiden. the building was massive, but all it took was asking a kind old lady where the section that contained the books about whatever aia’s current hyperfixation was to track her down.

there were dozens of students of all ages who were there to study or to partake in festive events the library was hosting, but this wing at the back was pretty empty in comparison. you found her softly humming and swaying to the sound of her song while flipping through one of the books— looking so peaceful and lost in her own world that you almost reconsidered pestering her, but your boredom and need to get away from schoolwork was much stronger than any self-control in your body.

you tip-toed up to her and wrapped your arms around her before she could detect you, giggling at her gasp followed by an adorable pout when she realized that it was just you, “you’re supposed to be studying! it hasn’t even been an hour yet, you’re a lost cause!”

“you left me all alone while you went off on your own adventure,” you whined, rocking her back and forth in your grasp for the sole purpose of being more irritating. “what are you reading about anyways?”

her teal eyes widened with enthusiasm as she eagerly began telling you about all of the cool new things she learned today and how it all tied in with the facts she already knew just above a whisper, completely forgetting about her annoyance with you in favor of rambling. you’re so blessed to be in a relationship with such a loveable dork, she’s so cute when she gets excited about things like this!

a bit too cute.. makes you wanna bully her a little…

you quickly looked around to confirm that there wasn’t anyone around (just a straggler or two out of the corner of your eyes, but none of them seemed like they would be heading in your direction). slowly, you began to tug on her long skirt with your dominant hand with the other one remaining around her waist. she didn’t seem to notice your suggestive movements just yet, still talking about information that was honestly going one ear out the other with your new task at hand.

it wasn’t until the fabric was well above her knees that she started stuttering and turning red at your obvious intentions, “h-hey! are you crazy? what if we get caught?”

“there’s practically no one around, it’ll be fine! if anything happens, i’ll take full responsibility and be your slave for a week, how does that sound?”

she had to admit, the prospect of having you obey her every order was incredibly enticing. “… make it two weeks…”

“deal!”

aia felt herself shiver in excitement when your skin brushed against her soft cream thighs, biting her bottom lip in anticipation when you gently began to pull her lacy white underwear to the side and getting embarrassed from how wet she was from your want. you experimentally ran the tip of your index finger along her folds, collecting slick on it before beginning to prod into her hole and circling her clit to get her to relax.

although, it’s hard for her to relax where you guys are literally in public! she never realized how loud she must be regularly until now when she’s forced to keep quiet in order not to draw attention to the both of you, finding it more and more difficult to fight against the sinful sounds threatening to spill from her lips. you held her body still, but she still reached out to grab onto the shelf in front of her to steady herself.

it was so cold with the breeze of the air conditioning against her exposed skin and yet so hot with the lust blooming in her womb. she felt nervous at the prospect of getting caught yet it was providing such a rush of thrill that she couldn’t describe.

you could feel her walls fluttering around your two angled fingers that were gently rubbing her soft spot with the palm of your hand providing friction to her pink pearl, lightly kissing her slender neck at her reactions of every sharp inhale and weak pleas for more. “ngh.. r-right there… please!” her hips bucked lower for your thrusts to push even deeper as you read her demands to press on, curling your fingers right where she wanted.

it didn’t take more than a few extra seconds before she gushed all over your hand and saw stars, swearing much more loudly than she would have liked to in the quiet environment. her plaited pale hair was now messy with sweat and her thin glasses were crooked and fogged up, prompting her to take them off and clean them with the fabric of her dress that wasn’t soiled with remnants of her climax. all this while, she relied on your support to remain standing since her legs were trembling from your actions.

“let’s go get you cleaned up, okay angel? i’m sure there’s a restroom somewhere nearby for you to go in while i grab my things…” you swung her off her feet and held her bridal style like a knight would (if you ignored your not-so-knightly behavior of skipping studies to seduce a maiden), “then we can order some takeout and watch a movie, it is saturday after all!”

“y-yeah…” her voice remained shaky but sounded content with what unfolded. she’ll remember later that she completely forgot to check out the books that she wanted and she’ll complain about it later, but for now, she was warm and pleased in your arms that carried her around the library.

the two of you were so enamored with each other at the moment that neither realized that there was a set of red eyes belonging to a certain enchantress watching the entire thing from above on the upper floor, a place that you forgot to check before starting this entire thing.

scarle came here to study just as you did, but now she would have to rush home to take care of the growing desire pooling in her stomach and dripping down onto her panties while thinking of her friends. she knew that she should probably wipe the entire thing from her mind since she had stumbled across something that she shouldn’t have as it was the private and intimate affairs of lovers, but it wasn’t too private now that you did it in public, now is it?

#📜. her works #nijisanji #nijisanji x reader #nijisanji smut #aia Amare #aia Amare x reader #aia amare smut #iluna #iluna x reader #iluna smut

23 notes · View notes

binaural-histolog · 4 months

Text

Erickson was a Creep

I had not planned to write this blog post or milkshake duck a popular hypnosis hero, but I went down one rabbit hole too many and something snapped into focus.

Milton Erickson was a creep.

There's no way to sugarcoat this. If he was practicing today, he would almost certainly be reported for his practices. Even for his time, he was thought of as creepy.

Richard Bandler notes in Trance-formations that Satir thought Erickson was creepy.

Virginia [Satir] had met Milton and thought he was creepy and didn’t want anything to do with him.

But we don't need to rely on Satir's personal opinion of him. We can cite sources.

Hilgard thought the same thing, although he is more indirect about it. From Milton Erickson as Playwright and Director / scihub link, Hilgard starts us off with a case where husband and wife pees the bed, and his solution is to have them deliberately wet the bed every night for two weeks.

You have your instructions. There is to be no discussion and no debating between you about this, just silence. There is to be only obedience, and you know and will know what to do. 1 will see you again in five weeks’ time. You will then give me a full and amazing account. Goodbye! [Volume IV, 1954, p. 100, emphasis in original].

It gets worse.

We have this example of what Erickson would do when his patient was sexually attractive, emphasis added in places.

One such pair of cases is provided by two disheveled girls with poor self-images, who were treated at different times. These patients differed in that one of them, although slightly overweight, he saw as sexually attractive, even in her present physical condition. The other, extremely overweight, could not appeal to him as sexually attractive, and these differences between the two influenced his choice of scenario. The first, the basically more attractive one, he prepared for the fact that he would shock her, but it would be helpful, dramatically so. “I will outline a course of behavior for you, and this you are to execute without fail. Do you give me your absolute promise [Volume IV, 1930s, p. 485]?” He then referred to her pubic hair as the pretty patch of fur between her legs, and requested that she look at herself in the nude that night before the mirror, examining herself particularly from the waist down and to be pleased by what she saw. “Try to realize how much you would like to have the right man caress your pretty pubic hair and your soft rounded belly” [Volume IV, 1930s, p. 486] The next night she was to examine the upper part of her body, admiring particularly her breasts. In each case she blushed profusely at the suggestions, but was then given amnesia for them, and carried them out, with additions of her own which she was not asked to describe. In the next session, Erickson, after having built her up, attacked her severely for her appearance, her lack of cleanliness, her unkempt hair, and the stains on the dress she had worn each time she came to see him.

When the patient is unattractive, there is no attempt to get her to caress her pubic hair and carry out unnamed additions in front of a mirror, and deal with resistance by giving her amnesia. It's right on to the abuse.

The second patient, the overweight one, he approached immediately with a severe and brutal tongue lashing about her homeliness and fatness and unkempt appearance. Note that in the first case this attack was delayed until some self-confidence had been restored. He was confident that in the second case, the only way she would know that he would be honest with her was to speak out harshly and aggressively. After listening to this onslaught, she agreed to go on in therapy. The behavioral practices assigned to her were numerous library assignments. One had to do with searching out anthropology books to find out how all kinds of misshapen women were able to find someone to think them attractive and marry them. Other assignments opened her eyes to practices in orthodontia, plastic surgery, cosmetology, and hair dressing. The treatment of these two patients with somewhat similar symptoms had in common only the shock of brutal assessment of their deficiencies, delivered at different stages of treatment, and the referral to store clerks to improve the manner in which they dressed.

Hilgard stops here, but the implication is clear: if Erickson thought a female patient was sexually attractive, his approach would include sexual elements.

This is further borne out by My Voice Will Go With You. Let's start by picking out Erickson's intervention with a "sexually numb" woman. It turns out that all she needed was for Erickson to describe a penis, and this is enough to give the woman her first orgasm.

A woman had secured a divorce because she went all numb sexually and this had troubled her husband very much. He couldn't stand living with an unresponsive woman. Then she had a number of boyfriends. She was now living with a man who was separated from his wife—a terribly sordid life. He wanted to have her as his mistress. He placed his children first, his wife second, his mistress third. And she didn't have any response at all. The man was a wealthy man. He gave the woman a lot of things she liked. And she said, "I'm just plain cold. I have no feelings. It's a mechanical thing For me." In a trance, I explained to her about how boys learn to recognize different feelings in their penis—when it's limp, a quarter erect, halfway erect, fully erect. How it feels when detumescence occurs. How it feels when the ejaculation occurs. And I explained to her all about wet dreams in boys. I said, "In every boy half of his ancestors are feminine. And what any boy can do, any girl can do. And so you can have a wet dream at night. In fact, you can have a wet dream any time you wish. In the daytime you may see a handsome man. Why not have one then? He doesn't need to know about it. But you can know about it." She said, "That's an intriguing thought." I noticed that she became abnormally still. Her face flushed. She said, "Dr. Erickson, you've just given me my first orgasm. Thank you very much."

There's another case that starts with a girl farting in the classroom. Erickson shows her his anatomy book, shows a cross-section of the rectum, and tells her to eat beans and start farting.

Then I told her, "Now, I want you to demonstrate earnest, honest respect for God. I want you to bake some beans. They are called whistleberries by the navy. Flavor them with onions and garlic. And get in the nude and prance and dance around your apartment, emitting loud ones, soft ones, big ones, little ones ... and enjoy God's work."

A year later, she's married and gets her breast to nurse her child in front of him. Success!

And she did that. A year later she was married and I made a house call to check up on her. She had a baby. And while I was visiting her, she said, "It's time to nurse the baby." She opened her blouse, exposing her breast, and fed the baby and chatted casually with me, A complete change of reference.

It gets worse.

A twelve old girl phones up Erickson and says "I had infantile paralysis and I have forgotten how to move my arms. Can you hypnotize me and teach me?" I want to know how she picked up the phone and called Erickson with her arms not working, but let's take this at face value, and assume this happened just like Erickson said. What does Erickson do? Have her strip to the waist in front of her mother.

I told her mother to bring her over and her mother brought her over. I looked at the girl. For a twelve-year-old girl she had a very well developed bust, except that the right breast was under her arm, I had the mother strip the girl to her waist and I looked over her entire torso to see what the muscles were.

Then he had the girl make faces repeatedly. No, really.

Now, when you start one muscle moving there's a tendency for that to spread to other muscles. You try to move just one finger. You start to spread the movement, unintentionally. Her arms began to move. Now, the right breast migrated from under her arm to one side of her chest. She is now a lawyer, practicing law.

So, the cause was that she had a breast under her arm. and it caused her arms to stop working. She needed Erickson to explain this. And the solution was to make faces. Can you imagine someone doing this in 2024?

He also asks his wife to check out his daughter's breasts.

In watching my daughters I discovered that happened somewhere around ten years of age. When, for example, Betty Alice was about ten years old and had to pick something off the bookcase or radio, she lifted her arm this way (as if to avoid a large breast). I told Mrs. Erickson, "When Betty Alice takes her bath have a look at her breasts." Mrs. Erickson came out and said, "There's just the beginning of a change in her nipples."

By all accounts, Erickson was driven by a deep-seated need to control, to the point that it damaged his relationship with his daughter. In Cardeña's review of Wizard of the Desert, he describes a section of the DVD.

One of Erickson’s daughters (and executive producer of the documentary) relates with sadness that growing up she could not have just a normal conversation with either her mother, who hyperintellectualized everything, or her father who, although not fully stated, seems to have been in therapist/teacher mode 24/7. Erickson is also described as punishing and sadistic in the demands he imposed on some of his clients, and it is evident that he blurred the boundaries between personal and professional life that therapists are expected to maintain.

Cardeña also says that maybe, just maybe, we should consider that a man who was known to lie to people for therapeutic goals might possibly be lying to his colleagues and students.

To muddy the waters even more, why have not some of the followers of a therapist known to fabricate false past stories to achieve therapeutic goals wondered whether he used that same technique in his writing and teaching?

There's more than this than just the personal creepiness, of course. Erickson's definition of a cure was essentially to conform into society, and you can see that in his definitions of success. Became a lawyer. Got married. The success and meaning is external. Bandler refers to it.

In many ways Milton was one of the most directive hypnotists you would ever want to meet. He only had five goals for people to get well: get out of the hospital, get a job, get married, have children, and send him presents. That was his definition of a cure.

And Erickson was not shy about taking credit for things that he should not have taken credit for. Going back to Hilgard, he describes the case of a WWII vet who Erickson touts as a success.

Harold was a veteran of World War 11 who entered treatment at the age of 23 with a poor background and a bad image of himself as a moron. He changed during treatment from a miserable unskilled laborer through a series of transformations, all the while convinced by Erickson that he was succeeding despite the fact that he was feebleminded. So powerful was Erickson’s strategic control through distorting his self-perception by way of hypnotic amnesia, distractions, redirection of attention, and confusion, that after learning shorthand and typing, serving as a private secretary for 18 months, and making A-grades in college, only then was he given permission to discover that he only thought he was feebleminded.

Erickson's priority was in getting this man fitted into society, and then dealing with his mental issues. And Erickson took credit despite the many, many people helping this man.

As I have noted earlier, despite his strongly authoritarian position as playwright and director, Erickson typically set the stage and the strategy, but left the tactics up to the patient. What is not so evident is the role of many others in producing the therapeutic successes: Joe, who enhanced Harold’s use of the library beyond the reading of children’s books; the married couple who befriended him at the trailer court; the friend who taught him to drive a truck; the transcriber and annotator of rare manuscripts with whom he lived and talked for a year and a half; his teachers (shorthand and typing, piano, guitar [?]), and his college teachers-all of whom are missing from the case study except for the briefest of mention of the piano teacher because she was a woman. [...]

Hilgard goes on to say that Erickson may have had a very direct warping presence on his patient through his control.

Harold’s life away from Erickson may have been very different from the way he appeared in Erickson’s presence. We do not know how fond he became of his teachers or they of him. Although he occasionally asked about Harold’s daily activities in detail, Erickson appears to have been more interested in his own cleverness than in finding out how Harold was perceived in the context of his daily life.

Hilgard says Erickson was essentially given carte blanche to behave however he wanted.

His hypnotic authority allowed Erickson to play the theatrical game of distortion and deception - insisting on Harold’s prolonged compliance with the belief that he was feebleminded. I cannot image any nonhypnotist attempting this, or, for that matter, any other hypnotist. This insistence appears to be specifically Ericksonian, fitting his love of dramatic strategies.

And Hilgard specifically calls out Erickson as doing this for his own personal gratification.

Was Erickson perhaps in some manner overcompensating for his physical weakness by enjoying the power that he achieved over his patients, and gaining vicarious satisfaction over the encounters he assigned them in the real world, some in areas denied to him?

And potentially not only misleading or misdirecting his peers, but also himself.

Had Erickson’s own dramatic way of planning and promoting his own cases led him to some self-deception in the cases as reported? He was unusually good at rationalizing whatever he happened to do, and occasionally appeared to justify failures by converting them into planned successes, as in the case of Harold’s failure in algebra.

The fact that so many of his stories include salacious and unnecessary details is an indication of what Erickson wanted from his patients: unquestioning obedience, humiliating and degrading instructions, gratuitous exposure of women's bodies, and all of it putatively for the patient's benefit.

Even at the time, people knew Erickson's behavior was creepy. As Hilgard notes, if Erickson did not have the stature and the myth associated with him that he had, he would have been treated very differently. His privilege and power protected him from consequence and enabled his behavior to go unchecked.

It is very doubtful that Erickson would have been able to do this in modern day times. He would have been reported, his instructions and conduct recorded. If a disciplinary board didn't deal with him first, he would be showing up on Youtube as a comedian's punch-line.

But the next time you think "What would Erickson do?"

Maybe don't do that.

#hypnosis #erickson #binauralhistolog

22 notes · View notes

jojolovesdogs00 · 8 months

Text

Between Our Hearts

Ship: Rachel x Reader

Ch 9

You woke up feeling refreshed and ready for another day as a Titan. You got dressed quickly and headed to the common kitchen area where everyone else was already gathered. Dick was talking to Kory probably about last night. They seemed worried. As you entered the room Kory noticed you and stopped mid sentence.

"Morning Y/n." she greeted cheerfully. She walked over to give you a hug.

"Morning Kory. What's the hug for?" you asked confused. She looked at you seriously.

"Did you forget what happened yesterday honey?" she said worriedly. You blinked in surprise. 'She really cares about us huh' you thought. You smiled at her reassuringly.

"Thank you Kory." you said while hugging her tightly. She was surprised but happy to see you hugging her.

"Anytime Y/n. I'm just glad you girls are okay." she said. She released you from the hug. You sat down next to Gar. He smiled at you.

"Morning sleepyhead." he said teasingly.

"Shut up Gar." you retorted playfully. He laughed at your response. Your eyes searched for Rachel but couldn't find her anywhere.

"Where's Rachel this morning?" you asked curiously. Gar shrugged his shoulders.

"She needs to practice magical stuff. I don't remember what exactly she said but it was about that." he explained. You nodded understandingly.

"That's so weird and cool at the same time. I mean she's being a..well.. daughter of a demon. But still she chooses to be with good people. And help everyone." you said thinking out loud. Everyone around you nodded in agreement.

"Yeah." they all replied.

After some more talking Gar decided it was time to training. The rest of the day went as usual. After dinner you were at the library with Gar for making some search about demons. While you two were informing yourselves Rachel came into the library looking very tired. You both got curious when you saw how exhausted she looked.

"Hey Rach..." Gar said. "What's wrong? Why do look so tired?"

Rachel sighed deeply.

"I had to cast a lot of spells today. It took me most of my energy. So I need to rest now." she replied tiredly. You could sense the exhaustion on her voice.

"Y/n and I were trying to find a way to help with these..magic books?" Gar said while turning towards you.

"Yes. We were trying to figure out a way to help you for your spells not taking all energy you have. You look exhausted really." you replied with concern. Rachel seemed relieved hearing your reply.

"Thank you guys. I appreciate your help." she said gratefully. She gave you both a smile and then turned to leave the library. Gar walked behind her and put his hand on her shoulder.

"Actually before you leave.. Y/n found something. Maybe you could take a look at it?" he asked Rachel. You both looked at him surprised. 'What are you doing Gar' you were thinking.

Gar didn't seem to care your confusion.

"It's nothing special. Just something we thought might help you. Take a look if you want." he said smiling. Rachel looked back at you. Her face showed curiosity.

"Sure let me see." she replied.

You looked at Gar confused again. But he continued speaking "You two check the magic and I'll bring some tea. Ok?" he said leaving the library. You

were left alone with Rachel and felt awkward. 'What are you doing buddy' you thought to yourself. You saw Rachel was looking at you nervously.

"What was that spell you found?" she asked nervously. You could see her hands shaking slightly as she held them together.

"Are you ok Rachel?" you asked concerned. You were worried seeing her like that.

She just nodded her head yes. You noticed she was breathing heavily. She had been holding her breath for a long time. She was probably very tired from using all those spells.

"If you're too tired we can talk later." you suggested while putting your hand on her shoulder. She smiled at you. You could feel her body shaking. Was she about to pass out? You didn't know. "Rachel you ok?" you asked again. She kissed you softly on your cheek. You were surprised.

"I'm fine. Thanks for caring about me." she replied blushing.

'What's happening tonight' you thought to yourself while pulled her from her neck and kissed her lips passionately. You wrapped your arms around her waist. She was blushing redder than ever and didn't know what to do with her hands. She was still trembling. You could hear her heart beating fast when the library door opened.

#raven #rachel roth #raven x y/n #raven x you #raven x reader #rachel roth x y/n #rachel roth x reader #rachel roth x you #female reader #lesbian

29 notes · View notes

magicspace114 · 2 months

Text

Bird in the wrong nest

Writing this story from this post. Basically a continuation but in third person now and they have a name.

Part 1 | Part 2

Syd skipped a lot of classes. Teachers didn't even bother to look for them anymore. It wasn't like they could do anything in those classes anyway. They couldn't turn into an animal or cast spells. Even things they didn't think they'd need magic for like potion brewing failed when they tried. That was just the witch equivalent of home economics!

Anything they were ever interested in was in a book in the library anyway and they didn't have to worry about bullies there. They usually stayed there until Ida got out of her classes. She knew to meet Syd there.

"Did you go to any classes today?" Ida asked as her familiar jumped from her shoulders to perch on theirs.

"I went to potion brewing," Syd said, nearly shrugging before remembering Balthazar.

"Make anyone's pot flair up?" She grinned.

"Hey, we still don't know if that's me, ok? There's no proof. These could be coincidences."

"You know, my father had a saying about those."

"Oh what? Three's a pattern?"

"No. He doesn't believe in coincidences. He said 'coincidences are excuses'" She rolled her eyes, clearly not sharing the sentiment. "You ever thought we should figure out what you are?"

"Sounds like a lot of existential soul searching that I don't want to do," Syd rolled their eyes.

"Look, if we know what you are, we can help with your magic flares. No magic flares will get the principle off your back."

"That bitch hasn't come near me since I broke every light bulb in the north side of the school."

"Syd, I'm trying to help you here."

"Well don't." Syd said a lot more forcefully. Their eyes glared into Ida's soul. They saw the tinge of fear that snuck into Ida's features before it could be carefully hidden. Syd sighed, "I just want to at least pretend that I'm normal for a bit longer, ok? I hate all of this." They sat down on a chair in the library.

Ida sat down beside Syd, leaning her whole head on their shoulder. Balthazar bat her face with his paw, making Syd laugh at the competition for their shoulder.

"How about we go back to my dorm and order pizza. You can help me study for this duel that's coming up." Ida blinked innocently at Syd, grinning widely.

Syd caved. "Fine. But I'm not participating in your stupid full moon rituals again."

"I hate you." Syd stared down at the bowl they were carrying. The night left a chill that clawed its way through their jacket and into their bones. They just sat there pouting as Ida piled more ingredients into the bowl.

Syd recognised a few from potion class but they had no idea what they did or even what this spell was. Ida never really explained it all that much.

"Oh don't be like that, you know I need to do these rituals every full moon."

"No, I don't. Can't you just skip one? Literally no one else in the school does these." Syd huffed.

"Because they all have their own deities. Celeste is very particular about her followers. I must do these every full moon and never have a lover."

"Why does she get a say in your personal life? Like, as long as you worship her, it shouldn't matter how you conduct yourself outside of worship."

"She's the one with the power here, Syd."

"Can't you just get a new deity?"

"If I was a regular witch, probably."

"What do you mean a regular witch?"

"Later. The moon's at its peak now." Ida took the bowl off Syd, lighting the contents up and sitting down in the grass, cross legged. She took a deep breath, closing her eyes and centring herself like Syd had seen her do on a few full moons now.

Syd sat down beside her, keeping an eye on her. While the blood from the nose was only the one time, Syd was still very cautious about this practise. They stared for a while, their friend unmoving in the moonlight.

Balthazar was very still also. Though not participating, he sat upright next to the bowl, tail swishing from side to side. He usually watched over his witch too but something in his stiff posture made Syd nervous.

Did it usually take this long?

This ritual never lasted more than a few minutes, practically a prayer with extra steps. The minutes ticked on and the moon started moving off. Balthazar made no moves yet so perhaps this was just a longer prayer than usual.

Thirty minutes went by.

By now, Syd and Balthazar were looking between each other, both fidgeting in their own way but staying sat beside the witch. The Moon was no longer at its peak. There was no movement from Ida, no blood or convulsions.

Somehow, the remnants in the bowl was still on fire despite no extra fuel being added. Balthazar's front paw pat the ground near it, ready to tip it over at the first sign of trouble. Syd had been fiddling with the dirt around them, practically waiting to throw it into the bowl.

One hour later.

"We have to stop this now, right? This is way too long." Syd broke the silence between them. Balthazar just meowed quietly, looking at Ida but still not calling it quits on the ritual. Would she really get in so much trouble by hanging up on her goddess?

The first movement from Ida in over an hour and a half came in the form of silent tears sliding down her face. A small whine scraped up her throat as her eyes squeezed where they were shut.

"Ida?" Syd dropped the dirt in their hands, taking Ida's shoulders but not shaking her. "Can you hear me?"

No reply.

Syd looked at Balthazar and he stood up, pacing side to side. He only knocked the pot over after the pair of them were deafened by a high pitched scream that came from Ida's mouth. It pierced the silent forest surrounding them, startling a few nearby animals and a couple birds flew out of the trees into the night air.

The moon hid behind clouds and Ida continued screaming even after Syd and Balthazar put out the flame. The only thing that changed after the flames died down was that Ida started fighting with the air around her, hands clawing at nothing. Her eyes never opened.

"Ida! Ida! It's ok! You're fine. It's Syd, it's Syd! Easy, you're ok." Syd took her clawing arms, pulling her into their chest.

Ida still struggled, fingers outstretched like claws, fighting with everything to get out of Syd's hold. Her nails dragged down Syd's clothed arms, digging into any exposed skin she could feel as she continued to fight blindly.

Balthazar meowed loudly to get the witch's attention too but Syd just continued to hold on, waiting for Ida's fight to drain. They caught a sharp nail to the face, scratches drawing pinpricks of blood on their cheek but they continued to speak, voice quieting.

"You're safe, you're safe, I'm here. Both me and Balt are here. You're ok. Please just open your eyes, please." Syd wasn't even paying attention to what they said, just pleading with anything to get Ida to wake up.

Ida didn't do that. Her fight did eventually drain and she just sobbed. She broke down into incomprehensible babbling, some mixture of apologies and pleas. Eventually she tired of that too, going limp in Syd's arms and falling silent.

Syd continued to hug, their body trembling after such a violent reaction from their friend. The screaming left their ears ringing in the resulting silence and they felt weak for a brief moment of stillness. It wasn't until Balthazar meowed again that they snapped out of their shock, still hugging their friend to look at him.

"What just happened?" They whispered.

Balthazar's silence spoke volumes as he stared back with wide eyes, ears pointed back as his tail swished more.

Syd looked down at Ida, the witch was completely out of it and even trying to shake her awake proved ineffective. "W-we... we should take her back to her dorm, right? She should maybe sleep this off. Maybe she'll be better in the morning?" They looked at Balthazar who simply nodded, blinking slowly and nudging Syd's hand with the side of his face.

He turned back to the bowl that was completely forgotten about. Syd put the bowl in Ida's lap before hauling her up into a bridal carry and turning back to the path they took into the forest. With the moon hiding behind clouds, it was dark and a long way back with such a weight.

Balthazar padded out in front of Syd, shaking his coat out as he walked. Small bubbles of light seemed to shake off the ends of his fur as he did, lighting the way for Syd to walk back to the school. Syd groaned as already their arms ached in protest but it was their only way back and the night was growing chilly with the wind picking up.

Balthazar led the way though the forest, the light from his coat picked out eyes in the foliage. Syd watched them carefully, deeming them to be just some animals like deer or rabbits. They could never be too careful of the fauna in this woods, especially so close to a school for magic and monster.

Breaking out of the treeline, Balthazar bolted for the dorm building, jumping as best he could at the handle but the door was heavy. Despite his efforts, Syd was the one who had to push down on the handle with their elbow and push against the weight.

They adjusted their grip, jostling Ida a little but the witch showed no signs of waking up. Even being put down on the stairway so Syd could rest their arms briefly, Ida did not stir.

Balthazar meowed from the landing above Syd. They sighed, "I know, I'm coming. Just give me a second." Syd picked Ida up again and trudged up the stairs, growing more and more out of breath the longer they had to keep going.

Eventually, Balthazar jumped up on the handle to Ida's dorm and the door swung open. Syd dropped Ida down on her bed a little too rough for Balthazar's liking, the cat giving a scolding meow with his ears pointed back.

"I didn't see you carrying her up two flights of stairs," Syd breathed out. They eventually settled beside the bed, pushing some hair out of Ida's face as they pulled her shoes off her feet and held her wrist, feeling for her pulse. Balthazar jumped up onto the bed beside her. "She's going to be ok, right Balt?"

Balthazar blinked slowly, rubbing his chin over Syd's hand before settling down next to Ida on her pillow. He meowed loudly when Syd stood up, walking towards the door.

"I'm not going anywhere, Balt. Just closing the door so no draft gets in." Syd called back, closing the wide open door and heading into Ida's bathroom, filling a glass at the sink and coming back to place it on her bedside table.

Syd sat back down on a chair next to the bed, wiping a couple tears that had started to dry on Ida's face. They left one hand on one of Ida's wrist, keeping focus on Ida's settling pulse. The pulse was slow now but not threateningly slow. If it stayed at this pace, she'd be fine. Syd would monitor her through the night.

#writing #creative writing #fantasy oc #fantasy character #fantasy #writers

8 notes · View notes

jessiquinn · 1 year

Text

”You are perfect”, “shut up”(reader x cable AKA Nathan Summers)

I wrote this in 2022 or something, I’m kinda proud of it, even though it’s pretty cringe, but I DON’T CARE. CRINGE WITH ME.

Stubborn injured reader x cable (Nathan Summers) one-shot

Warnings:

1-injury, details. 2-cringe. 3-self harm?? 4-magic use. 5-bad writing and editing. 6-self hate. 7-everything.

---------------

You got injured in the last mission but decided on hiding it from everyone, especially Cable... he likes to overreact...

well... it was a long cut on the arm but I can fix it on my own, I don't want them to think I'm weaker than they already think.

it hurts I'm not gonna lie... especially that it's open... fucking hell Acting like there's nothing wrong, "It's strange that you didn't get hurt today, usually, you always get hit" Domino teasing you, "I'm learning," is all you said, "Great because it's about time we arrive in the next mission" looking ahead What.. next mission!! I didn't know about that... shit! everyone got to their position, trying to look fine, "You know what to do, exactly like last time" Cable said looking at every single one of us, “be careful” giving you a glance. heading to your position in the field let's do this! so far everything went well, shooting everything and everyone I see... I need to be good enough for them alright! I can't be weak! shooting the enemy with a strong blast killing 5 at once, "Good shot" Cable said (on the earpiece) Feeling proud of yourself that you didn't notice someone sneaking at you, "dumb bitch" turning around to see one of the enemies that still remains... shit. pointing his gun at you. Fuck... "Throw your earpiece or I'll shoot" he threatened, I did just that, and he smirked. lowering his gun and walking closer to you. what the fuck is happening...

You understood what happened when he touched your thigh... about to attack him "Na, do that and I'll shoot" He kept touching getting higher. what am I supposed to do... I don't know, I am really weak.. see! I can't be alone for 5 seconds without getting hurt! I feel hurt... he took the earpiece from the ground, finally! took the chance and attacked him to the ground, he was strong but the adrenaline rushed through my veins. I can't lose!! finally knocking him out, just now noticing the cut he made on my thigh. so fucking convenient! taking the earpiece "I repeat, back to the plane" Cable said. running there, thankfully it wasn't that deep. the one on my arm tho... it's a different story. "took you long enough,-" cutting her "Shut it!" you said, she was surprised. Domino’s nice to everyone but to me, she defiantly deserved that! walking past everyone to the plane. Deadpool sat next to you, this is weird. "pst... pstt" looking at him, "Y/n... I'm sorry I couldn't reach you in time" he said feeling extremely bad. "what are you talking about" Looking at him, his face turned into a sad frown. "I saw what happened, I couldn't reach you, I’m sorry", "well you saw wrong because nothing happened, plus even if it happened... it's not your fault" looking at the window. he kept quiet then, "If you ever want to talk about it.. you can come to me" why does he care so much... "I... sure.. thanks Wade" the truth is he always had a soft spot for you, after you left running he shot him in the crouch just to make sure... he'll die... slowly you slept for the rest of the flight, finally arrived, heading straight to your bedroom, closing the door behind you, Sigh... finally.. peace and quiet. going to the mirror revealing the cut that had become worse than before... it might need stitches. everyone here has self-healing but me, god.. why did you make me this weak... if I go to the infirmary they'll all know that I got injured for the millionth time.

I got an idea!! what about that magic book we have in the library, it must have a spell in it to fix this mess. going to the library, searching for the book. it was well hidden but I got it, no one knows about this book but me, well.. as far as I know.

sprinting to your room before anyone notices you, "Yn," turning to see its cable, "hi..." He's always scary... he's smart and perfect. he's perfect for a leader... "5 minutes, in the living room" serious as always.

going back to your room and locking the door... I'm not a magician but I'll try.

searching for a spell that will heal my injuries, or at least cover them well enough that I can last for a couple of missions. there's one here... "esaelp dnuow diputs ym Lael!!" the room started to get messy but my wound started to disappear!!!

after a couple of minutes of healing, I looked at my injury... it's not there anymore, running to the meeting... The thing is... it's too good to be true.. right? Next day I felt great pain, coughing... my forehead is burning. on top Of that we have a mission today. How am I going to hide this from them? I'm going to be kicked out of the team, For sure... nobody wants a burden after all... I made it worse than it is.

inspecting the injury, it looks purple. reading through the book again... shit! (when used be cautious of your intention, if it was spoiled you will be punished) reading more (the only way to solve the curse is by doing your fear)

skip "Everyone get ready, 9 we will move" cable was a cold man, he always scared me but I don't want to disappoint him... bandaging the wound with anything I got, and taking fever pills. everything felt like a fever dream. while waiting for the others to arrive, cable was there... he was fixing something... focused on what he was doing that you didn't notice that he was looking at you now. he's perfect... like always. unlike me... lost in thought you didn't notice he was walking closer to you. "Yn" He raises your chin to make you look at him. looking into your eyes, almost like reading my soul. "Are you alright?" concerned about me, is this one of the spells jokes? "Yn," he said again, "is everything alright? you look pale"

"I.." suddenly hearing some whistling, it's Wade "DAMN we're late for 5 minutes and this happens wow," Deadpool says while Domino smirks he got off, "let's go" serious like always, I'm sure what happened was a hallucination. my fever is getting worse... after arriving and everyone going to their positions, trying to do your job but your vision is getting worse... 5... I killed 5 so far. 2 are standing... "Yn! Kill them NOW," looking at them, trying to point. thankfully you killed them. sitting on the floor, more like falling on it. your breathing is unstable...this is too much... losing my vision too. "Yn, we need you, Move!"... no response so much pain... should I just end this pain myself or wait for anyone to do it for me, anything would be better than this torture. "Yn! Respond!" does he only know my name or something? fuck this shit! without a thought you started pointing the gun at your head, what the fuck am I doing! is the spell responsible? but overall I can’t stop... maybe... it will be for the best... slowly pulling the trigge-, tackled on the floor. "YN! WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU" Cable said furious, looking at him clueless.. your head hurting. he took you immediately, carrying you to the plane. everyone asked what happened but he kept quiet, kicking everyone out. taking off your clothes to check for injuries to find unexpected, cuts and deep wounds.

this is not new! this is obviously old, “What the actual fuck yn, why would you hide something like that!” feeling hurt, do they not trust me? he fixed all your wounds and waited for you to wake up, you had lots of explaining to do. --- "I don't want to disappoint you..." "You never disappoint me Yn" "You are perfect, I don't deserve your care" "Shut the fuck up" Happy dumb ending.

---

as I said, I’m sorry for this cringe.

if you have any tips for me please don’t hesitate to tell me!

please reblog 💜

Thank you for reading

#marvel #deadpool 2 #deadpool #cable #nathan summers #xreader #cable x reader #oneshot #fanfic #short #injured reader #stubborn reader

47 notes · View notes