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uglypastels · 8 months

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okok I've had this idea brewing in my filthy mind for a few days so imagine sanji discovering camgirl! Strawhat reader and becomes kinda obsessed?? Maybe one day she wears something of his(maybe a ring or his shirt) live and he goes absolutely feral and has his way with her??😵😵💫

I took out the camgirl aspect because I just wasn't sure how to incorporate it into the universe?? (I'm still new to it, so trying to figure out the dos and don'ts haha.) but I hope it's still good.

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warning: 18+ content. MDNI. simp sanji. masturbation. suggestive language and actions. light biting.

Laundry Day.

'Can someone remind me again whose brilliant idea it was to fight the giant squid?' You looked down at yourself, stiff as a board, as you felt every inch of your body to be sticky with black ink.

When you looked up again, the rest of the crew had all found a sudden interest in the most mundane parts of the ship, not daring to meet your deadly glare.

'Thought so,' you mumbled. 'I'm gonna go change.' Awkwardly, you made your way downstairs to the bathroom to try and wash off the black goo the sea monster had spewed onto you. You scrubbed for what felt like an hour, with the stains just never seeming to seize. The water poured down your body, slowly turning from a black abyss into a drabby grey until it finally recovered to its natural clear state, and the smell of fish was exchanged for your hair conditioner and body scrub.

stupid. fucking. squid. You kicked around your thoughts as you got out of the shower, nearly falling over in the process.

Too tired to cross the ship to your room, you instead walked to the small laundry cabin that was next to the bathroom and picked up the first pair of shorts you found and a button-up shirt to throw on.

You had thought it was one of yours, always being fond of having some larger piece of attire to throw over a short sleeve, but you soon realised your mistake when you entered the kitchen.

Sanji was in the middle of setting some water to boil, glancing up at you from his work with a soft smile. That smile then quickly froze in what you could only describe as a shock.

'I know I look like a mess,' you sighed, reaching over to the cupboard where the crew kept their hardest liquor. The day just called for a shot. Or three.

'Not the words I would use.' Sanji said, the clicking of the gas stove intercepting him, 'Is that- is that my shirt?'

You glanced down, noticing the blue striped pattern on the material and the actual tailoring of the shirt as opposed to the ones you were used to wearing.

You cursed under your breath. 'Sorry. I'll go change.' You began unrolling the sleeves, already seeing how they started to crease.

'No,' Sanji coughed out. 'It's fine. Honestly.'

'You sure?' You looked up at him apprehensively, but he just shrugged and continued on cooking.

You poured yourself a drink and made yourself comfortable opposite Sanji, enjoying the show that was his meal prep.

'Where's everyone else?' you asked as he began chopping up vegetables.

'Uhm, probably sleeping off the squid,' he chuckled, focused on the ingredients. As he kept going, you realised his answers kept getting shorter and shorter with each question. What usually would be full of quips and flirtatious remarks was cut down, blunt, like the edge of a dull knife.

And at first you had brushed it aside as him concentrating on his craft, but the longer he cooked, the more noticeable it was how he avoided your gaze. Even when talking, he didn't dare look up.

'Are you really ok with me wearing this?' You asked eventually when he was done and washing his hands in the sink.

'Of course, darlin',' he wiped his hands on a towel. He was about to turn around, but you saw the moment as your chance and swiftly slithered by his side. He stumbled back slightly in surprise.

'So why have you been ignoring me for the past hour?'

'I haven't,' he slipped by you elegantly and got to packing up the prepared food into storage boxes.

'But you have-- you didn't even look at me until now.'

'Sorry, sweetheart. I was working.' Usually, his saying something like that would make you think things were back to normal, but he seemed nervous, and before you could say anything else, he excused himself to his cabin.

Confused and a bit flustered at the sudden departure, you stood in the kitchen for a moment. You had planned on going upstairs, to get some fresh air, when Luffy stormed into the room.

'Ah!' he exclaimed, 'glad to see you're back to your ink-free self.'

'Yeah, thanks, Luf.' You took another shot quickly and watched as the captain raided all the cupboards. 'Watcha looking for there?'

'The tangerine cookies that Sanji made yesterday. There should still be some here.' He stretched his arm out to pat around the back of the highest drawer.

'You sure you didn't eat them yet?'

'Nooo,' Luffy looked at you sternly. 'Because I put them there specifically so I wouldn't eat them earlier.'

'Right,' you nodded. 'Well, Sanji had been busy around here, prepping lunch for tomorrow; maybe he moved some things around,' you suggested. 'You could go and ask him.'

'Aaah, I could,' Luffy wavered, 'but I was hoping to do this without Sanji's help.'

'Did he ban you from the kitchen again?' After the last incident of Lufft stuffing himself full of snacks right before dinner, the cook had given him strict orders not to eat an hour before meals. Looking at the clock, you could see it was closing in on dinner time.

Luffy scoffed, which only confirmed your assumptions. With a sigh, you got up. 'Fine, I'll ask him. But he might be asleep, you know.'

'Thanks. You're the best.' Luffy said, arm the length of the room as he opened cupboard after cupboard. You just rolled your eyes and made your way to Sanji's cabin.

'Hey, Sanji,' you knocked softly, unsure if he had maybe decided to take a nap. With no response from the other side of the door, you tried again. You thought to just let it go and leave him be, but then you heard the clashing of the pans in the kitchen, followed by a Luffy 'I'm ok!' and knew that you needed an answer for your captain. These were desperate times.

'Hey, Sanji,' you opened the door. The only thing you had really seen was the shape of his body splayed out on the bed, and it was more of an instinct or a gut reaction that told you that you should not look any further. So, quickly apologising, you shut the door again as Sanji cursed out in shock at the door opening.

'Sorry!' You shouted through the door, simultaneously trying to comprehend the blurs of your vision and trying to forget anything you might have seen. He wasn't... no, that wasn't... no.

There was some stumbling coming from his room, followed by a few more curse words. You didn't know why you were still standing beside his door, but he certainly didn't expect you to have stayed there, and so, when he entered the corridor, your bodies practically collided.

'I didn't see anything!' You blurted out before Sanji could say anything. Both your faces were wide in horror. 'I swear- I just,' you made the mistake of taking his appearance in. His shirt was untucked from his trousers, belt unbuckled and hanging at his sides. Oh god. 'I just... I was wondering where the tangerine cookies were. The ones you made yesterday.'

He was still hard. Most of it was hidden by the layers of clothing, but there was no denying it. You did your best to keep your eyes on his face as he listened to you blurt out words like a maniac, but it sure was difficult as all the puzzle pieces came together.

'They should be in the left cabinet, bottom shelf. Behind the baking ingredients. I hid them so Luffy wouldn't eat them before dinner.'

'Good thinking,' you laughed, probably a bit too loud for the situation, but the nerves were getting worse by the second. 'Well, bye then.' And with that, you ran off to the kitchen, leaving Sanji in all his unspeakable glory behind.

In the kitchen, you were met with Luffy picking up the pans he had dropped and Nami looking at him with what could only be described as disappointment. Without acknowledging them, you walked over to the left cabinet, opened the bottom half of it and searched the bottom shelf for the box of leftover cookies, slamming them onto the counter. Luffy immediately lunged forward to them, oblivious to your shocked state, but the navigator was a bit more perceptive.

'What happened to you?' she asked, declining the offer of a cookie from the captain, who already had two in his mouth.

'Nothing,' you shook your head.

'You look like you've seen a ghost.'

'I didn't! I didn't see anything!' Nope, nothing at all. You definitely did not see that. Or how big it was... or how his hand looked wrapped around it... or his face when he- NO.

'Hey, is that Sanji's shirt?' Now, Luffy decided to be observant. You looked down at your shirt as if you had only now noticed what you were wearing.

'Oh, I guess it is.'

'He must be having a field day with that,' Nami snickered, to which you looked at her confused. She, in turn, rolled her eyes 'Like you haven't seen the way he looks at you on a regular day.'

'I- no?' you blinked, trying to grapple with what she was talking about.

Nami just shrugged before grabbing the last cookie from Luffy's hand and walking out of the room. If you thought he would be aware of anything that you had just talked about, you would have asked the captain if he knew what Nami meant by her comments but instead just contemplated on it all by yourself.

Against all your survival instincts, you walked back in the direction of Sanji's door and knocked again. This time loud and clear. There was shuffling coming from the other side, and a second later, the door opened to reveal Sanji. His lips were pulled in a tight line of a smile as he looked down at you.

'Hey, can I come in?' you asked softly.

'What?' Sanji asked before the initial question properly connected in his mind. 'Uhh, I don't think that's a great idea.'

'Sanj, we should talk about what happened earlier.'

'Do we, though?' His voice raised in pitch nervously, but you just glared up at him, unimpressed.

'Sanji, please just let me come inisde.' You pushed out any thought that just burst through your mind that did not have to do with the current situation, but it was hard to see the images of what you saw in his room before were still very much playing over and over in your head.

In the end, Sanji gave in and opened the door for you. As you walked in, he stayed behind you, hand running nervously through his hair, as he spoke: 'Listen, I'm really sorry about... everything that happened today, really.'

'You have nothing to be sorry for.' You turned to face him. 'I'm the one that stole your shirt and stormed into your room unannounced.' It was his room. He had the right to do whatever he pleased in it.

Sanji laughed awkwardly, looking away to the far side of the room, but even then, you caught how his eyes glanced and slightly lingered over your body. The blue-striped shirt still hanging over it.

You, in the meantime, fought the urge to look at his body, combined with the memory of what you had caught him doing.

Maybe it was the few shots you had taken earlier to forget about the giant squid attack that instead did nothing you had hoped for but only made you bolder as you asked: 'were you thinking about me?'

'What?'

'You know, earlier. When I walked in. Were you... thinking of me?'

'Shit, don't make me say it.' He combed his fingers through his hair. You walked over to him, closing the gap between you lightly.

'Why not?'

'Because I don't want to make things weird between us.' His jaw clenched as you came towards him, and you couldn't help but laugh at what he had to say.

'Oh, it's definitely too late for that now. Things are already weird.'

'Super weird, aren't they?' he asked softly, strangely intensely.

And so, when you responded, your agreeing words were only as hushed as he had been, too focused on each other's proximity. The two of you stood there, frozen between actions, taking each other's bodies in at the new lack of distance until Sanji took the final step over the edge, kissing you with his hands on cupping your cheeks.

You stumbled back at the force, steadying yourself when you caught onto the shirt he was wearing. One of his hands moved down to your waist, guiding you to his bed until the back of your knees hit the wood, and you lightly fell back.

Sanji placed himself over you, and as his weight pressed over you, you could feel his hard-on through his trousers. A curse fell from his lips when you reached for it and your fingertips moved over the material.

'You've been drivin' me insane the whole day, walkin' around in that shirt.' He said as he began leaving a trail of kisses down your neck.

'Figured,' you couldn't but be a bit smug about it, which he did not seem to appreciate given the pinch of his teeth you felt on your sensitive skin.

You wrapped your legs around him, pulling him even closer to you, trying to get some, friction out of the movement as he pressed himself against you.

'Cocky are we?' He smiled into his kisses, and at this point, all you could do was nod in agreement.

Sanji kept himself up over you with one hand as he used the other to unzip your shorts. One-handed and without a clear view, taking them off turned out to be a bit more of a challenge, far more awkward than expected when you tried to shuffle out of them, but his touch on your skin made up for it by tenfold.

You were about to make a start on unbuttoning the shirt you were wearing when Sanji stopped you. 'No, keep it on.' and kissed you before you could make any other snarky remark on his behalf. But when he pulled away again, though slightly dazed by the passion, you still managed to comment.

'If this is the treatment I receive for stealing your clothes, I might just do it more often.'

To this, Sanji groaned through his teeth. 'You're gonna be the death of me, sweetheart, I swear.

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writing-rat · 2 months

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Protection In Order

Pairings: Sam Carpenter x Pregnant! Reader

Content: Blood and injury, Protective Sam

Summary: Ghostface strikes again except Sam is more protective over you due to carrying her baby...

WC: 1948

It had been 3 months since you met Sam, and 2 months since you got pregnant. At first, it was just a friends-with-benefits situation because Sam was scared of a relationship. In reality, she had a crush on you but was scared you’d become a bad person, a Ghostface. Once she knew you were pregnant however she immediately changed and made it official. If you were pregnant, you wouldn’t be able to be Ghostface she figured and that was proven in the third month of knowing you when multiple people were killed with Ghostface masks on the scene.

That made Sam keep around you. You were worried yourself, scared of your future. You held onto your stomach gently as you watched the news, Sam next to you. She had been attacked in the shop and ever since then, you were worried about her and everyone else. You didn’t even know who to trust now, you could only trust Sam. Now, you were all in the dorm except for Ethan who had a night class supposedly. You didn’t know if it was true but didn’t want to suspect him of lying. You liked him after all, he was… sweet in his own way.

Sam had an arm around you as she gently kissed your cheek, knowing you were nervous. “I will protect you, baby,” she spoke. She was gentle as she held you closer than ever, worried about your child as well. She kept rubbing your stomach as she watched Tara and Chad cook.

“I’m going to the bathroom baby,” you spoke with a soft smile, going over to the bathroom. Sam nodded. “Of course, I’ll go check on Tara,” she said, getting up and going to the kitchen. You went into Sam’s room, using her bathroom as you were thinking. After a few minutes, you walked out, seeing the 4 survivors in the kitchen. You decided to leave them to talk as they seemed to be talking about Danny calling Sam but you shrugged it off as you sat with Anika, who was just reading.

That’s when you heard moans coming from Quinn’s room. You couldn’t help but chuckle as you looked over, hoping she was having a good time even though they had just finished it seemed. Soon, however, the 4 came out. “Front door,” Sam announced, stepping in front of you. When you nearly reached it however the moaning stopped. “Ghostface is with her,” Sam spoke quietly to the others as you slowly backed up to the door. Soon however Quinn’s body was pushed into Anika. You froze in shock before Tara and Chad pushed you out the front door, presumably to help Sam not worry about you. You were more concerned about her now, but thinking the others would join in time you kept going and when they didn’t you were more concerned. Worst of all no one brought the front door key.

“My room!” Danny yelled from his doorway. You didn’t even think as you went in, Tara and Chad following nervously. He was holding a ladder, shouting across. That was when you realised it was Quinn’s room. Sam and Mindy were there, however. “Just climb across, I got your girlfriend,” he yelled across. Sam nervously looked at Mindy, who nodded at Sam to go first.

“Ok,” Sam finally conceded before she started to climb across nervously. She was scared of heights. “Come on baby,” you begged her to go faster. She looked over, into her eyes which made her quicker. She soon climbed through the window where Mindy started to climb after as well. Ghostface was slowly pushing the cupboard away slowly but surely. Once they were done though, he finally got through. He just glared before he started to walk out.

“Anika is dead,” Mindy cried out. You gently hugged her…

It was officially the trap time and Sam was more protective than usual, especially after Anika died. You were on the train as Sam was in front of you, Tara and Chad on your sides while Danny was behind. Mindy was with Ethan which you didn’t like though, you were assuming he was the killer after all. You couldn’t prove it though. You kept holding your stomach. When a person wearing a Ghostface outfit stared at you, that was when Sam got even taller and stood forward a bit.

When he passed though, she physically relaxed and looked at you. You just smiled and kissed her gently. “You’ll be a good mom,” Tara teased. Sam went bright red, as did you. “Thanks, T Bear,” Sam thanked.

You soon got out of the subway, meeting with Agent Kirby. “Hey, where’s Mindy?” Kirby asked, looking around at all of you.

“5 minutes away, she caught the other train,” Tara informed. Kirby nodded. “Come on,” she spoke and led you to the trap. She stopped you and Danny after however. “Woodsboro only,” she spoke.

“Understood,” Danny spoke with a nod. “My girlfriend is being with me, what if she gets attacked when we go inside?” Sam asked. Kirby sighed, knowing she would be protective over you due to you carrying her baby.

“Ok, only her,” Kirby spoke. Danny smiled at you all and nodded. “Be safe,” he spoke before leaving for the subway to help Mindy and Ethan when they would come.

You walked in nervous, Kirby talking about her only having the gun on her. You were following Sam around as she was holding you close. She was soon going over to the case. You knew she had seen Billy from the stare that she had, but you didn’t say anything. You accepted she still saw him. That’s when she went over to the statue, opened the door then reached inside, grabbing the rusty knife, still covered in old blood. “Are you sure?” you asked. “I want you to be safe,” Sam responded, kissing you. You nodded with a smile, but still unsure. You kept following her around before her phone rang. It was Detective Bailey. Sam was listening, putting it on speakerphone so you could hear as well.

“Hello,” Sam spoke.

“Sam, you need to get out of there! I learnt from the Atlanta Field Office that Kirby isn’t with the FBI anymore. Said she went mad,” Detective Bailey warned. You felt your anxiety spike. “Thank you for telling us,” Sam quickly spoke as she led you over to the trap where she saw the chain. “Shit,” she spoke and tugged on it, anger spiking up. “Stay close to me baby, I will protect you,” she spoke gently. You nodded, trusting her as you were nervous for everyone in there. Tara, Chad, Sam and you. Hell, even Kirby even if she was Ghostface. “Let’s find the others,” you spoke, looking at Sam. Sam nodded, agreeing. It was better to be in a group after all. You looked around the place, before going to the lobby. Starting to walk over, sudden screams were causing you to jump. That made you run over quickly, Sam in front as she soon saw what the cause was. It was Tara, safe and sound minus a wound near her spine and Chad who was being stabbed constantly. “Go, we have to go!” Sam yelled, dragging Tara as you ran away with them, Sam making you go in front due to the 2 Ghostface people being there. Tara was crying in pain. “The killer is Kirby!” Sam informed as they reached the main stage. “Are you sure?” Tara asked. “Yes! We are, Bailey called us,” you responded. Sam immediately jumped when Kirby came out, blood coming out of her shirt.

“We know you are Ghostface,” Sam informed, keeping the knife out in front of her, fear in her brain. She just wanted to protect you and Tara, she didn’t care about her safety and she knew Kirby had a gun.

“I’m not! I was knocked out and stabbed,” Kirby spoke, keeping some distance as she knew what Sam was capable of. That’s when Sam saw Bailey, gun up. “Watch out!” Bailey spoke, shooting Kirby. Kirby immediately went on the ground, bleeding before a smirk came on his face. “Watch out!” Sam repeated, both Ghostfaces running towards him. That’s when he looked at them both. “Good job,” he praised them, causing you three to be confused and look at each other. That’s when it hit Sam and she immediately put you in the middle between Tara and her so you didn’t get injured. She also handed you and Tara a brick for a security measure.

“So, you are one of the Ghostfaces. Is the other one Ethan?” Sam asked, raising an eyebrow. That was the only one she was sure of admittedly. Ethan smirked, pulling his mask off, doing a speech that quite frankly… everyone ignored. You didn’t know who the other one was though, and it seemed like the others didn’t either. “And… Mindy?” Sam asked. You and Tara looked at her before the person took off the mask.

Quinn.

Everyone felt shocked as you all thought that she was dead. In a blur, you threw your brick at Detective Bailey, knocking him out as he was looking at Quinn before he realised you had thrown your brick towards his head. Meanwhile, Ethan quickly launched towards Tara while screaming, “I always wanted to stick something inside you!”.

Sam looked disgusted before she quickly went to protect Tara, you quickly grabbed another brick, getting nervous. Sam was wielding the knife at least before you realised Kirby was nearby. That’s when you grabbed the gun from her hand. She was unconscious from pain. Quinn unfortunately reached you before you could aim the gun, however. She had aimed for your shoulder and hit at least. “Sam!” You cried as Sam was pushing Tara towards a ladder, Tara starting to climb it. Sam rushed over immediately before she stabbed Quinn as well, aiming for the neck. Quinn immediately expected her coming over though as she started to sidestep, causing Sam to fall. You gasped, the gun still in your hand as you shot Quinn, protecting Sam.

Sam was proud of you. Luckily you shot her in the head, shocked at yourself. “Hand me the gun,” Sam spoke gently. You nodded doing as told, Ethan starting to charge towards you. His knife was aimed towards your stomach. Sam tried to shoot when the gun was already jammed. “Shit, she spoke before she started to charge towards him, stabbing his guts instead, hitting a vital spot already. Sure, she was stabbed but it was just to the side, not hitting a vital organ thankfully. She wouldn’t say i it did though, not until Bailey was dead. Sam handed you the knife. “You want to do the job?” she asked. You nodded as you took it. She smirked, watching you as she went over to Bailey and was holding his hands together so there wasn’t much he could do at all if he woke up. She was nodding as Tara had seemed to have escaped. She was nowhere in sight. You suddenly stabbed Bailey in the stomach, making him wake up.

“Goodnight,” you spoke darkly before you stabbed him in the heart. He let out a gurgle, blood dripping out of his mouth before he closed his eyes. You sighed, leaving the knife in his heart before you looked at Sam and smiled. She smiled back before she kissed you gently.

“I love you,” she spoke gently, holding you close as she had one hand around you and the other on your stomach. Suddenly the door was shoved open and police walked in. You didn’t care as you just held onto Sam.

You were safe.

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wilbursprincess · 3 months

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Okay so one, love your writing literally sm

Two, imagine being best friends with simpbur and heading to his place after a shitty date and he’s all like “hey, hey, it’s okay.. I can take care of you”

And yk.. it can lead to whatever!

- 💤 anon(?)

“I Can Take Care Of You”

Simpbur x Female Reader

Warnings: Really soft fluffy sex, Soft/ServiceDom!Simpbur

Thank you so much, new 💤anon! I’m a sucker for the ‘best friend helps you after a bad date/breakup’ trope, so thank you for fulfilling my little writer heart <3

Fic below cut!

“What’s wrong?” Wilbur says, frantically running up to me. “What happened?”

I sigh, rubbing my hands over my bare arms from the night chill. “That’s the last time I accept a ride from a guy I’m going on a first date with.”

“Who am I beating up?” He asks, brows knitting in concern as he wraps his jacket around my shoulders. “Did he do anything?”

Shaking my head, I let Wilbur lead me to his car, letting a sigh of relief as he buckles me into the front seat and I hear the front doors lock. “Tried to get me to go home with him, and doesn’t like being told no. Got out before he tried anything, but yikes.”

He cranks the heat, a wave of warmth washing over me as I snuggle into his jacket. “That bastard,” he sighs. “Thank you for calling me.”

“You’ve always been there for me,” I murmur affectionately, resting my head on Wilbur’s shoulder and breathing in his comforting scent, the same cologne and shampoo he’s used since I’ve known him. “Did I interrupt your evening?”

Snorting, Wilbur puts a loose arm around my shoulders. “Oh, definitely. A very exciting evening of shitty TV movies and frozen pizza. Care to join me, now that your plans have, uh, changed?”

“Absolutely,” I nod. “Mind lending me some of your clothes when we get to yours?”

“No problem,” he replies, backing out of the parking spot. “Might even dig some ice cream out of the freezer, too.”

“His number is blocked?” Wilbur asks as we head up the staircase to his apartment.

“Blocked it while planning my escape,” I laugh, tugging off my heels and carrying them up with me. “God, why did I wear heels on a date with a guy who’s barely 5 foot tall?”

Giggling, Wilbur unlocks his door. “He’s not worth your heels, princess.” He’s always called me princess, and recently, it had started sending heat between my thighs each time his British accent cooed it at me. “Right, let’s get you changed, and I just bought one of those veggie pizzas you like, want me to throw that in the oven?”

“Oh, absolutely,” I groan. “We didn’t even get to appetizers before I had to run, and I’m running off a vodka soda.”

He preheats the oven, yanking open the cupboard and tossing me my favorite crisps. “Go grab one of my hoodies and some sweats from my room, and I’ll get this ready for us, ok?”

Nodding, I shove a handful of crisps in my mouth on the way to his room, opening the door and sighing at the familiar sight. I’d often teased Wilbur for being a slob, his room covered in clothes and empty mugs, but right now, there was nothing more I wanted to see.

I tug off my dress, replacing it with one of his massive hoodies and an even baggier pair of sweatpants, his softest socks covering my feet. In his bathroom, I use his face wash to wash off my makeup, patting on some lotion and grabbing a stray rubber band to wrap my hair in a bun.

“There we go,” Wilbur says, smiling as I walk back in, munching on the crisps. “That’s the girl I’m more used to.”

I look down at my shapeless clothes, messy hair, and crisp crumbs stick to my lips. “What do you mean?”

“As much as you look amazing in a dress and heels, I love seeing the real you shine through. Wearing my clothes, using a rubber band as a hair tie.”

I’m not even sure how to respond to such a compliment, so I don’t. I just accept a can of soda and an outstretched arm, snuggling into his chest as he tosses a blanket over our laps. “Pizza’s in the oven, it won’t be too long,” he murmurs. “You feeling ok after your night?”

Embarrassingly, tears bubble in the corner of my eyes, and I try and sniff them back before Wilbur sees, but he wipes them away before I can turn away. “What’s with the tears?” he whispers, pulling me into his lap.

“I’m just sick of shitty dates with shitty guys,” I admit, wiping my eyes on his tshirt. “All I want is someone who knows me inside and out, loves me for who I am, and is good in bed. No, scratch that, someone who’s mediocre in bed, since apparently my standards are too high.”

Surprisingly, Wilbur brushes his lips against my cheek. “Hey, hey, it’s ok. I can take care of you.”

“W-what do you mean?” I whisper, heart pounding, hoping I didn’t mishear him.

“I know you sing in the shower, how you like the burnt bits on pizza, and that you feed all the stray cats behind your apartment because you feel bad they have to sleep in the rain,” he murmurs, eyes crinkling in amusement. “I’ve held your hair back while you’re throwing up in my bathroom after getting wine-drunk, I know the brand of tampons you like, and where you hide your vibrator.”

“You know where I hide my-?”

Wilbur presses a finger onto my lips. “Shush. I’m not done. That’s two out of three of your standards I’ve knocked out of the park.”

“What about the last one?” I challenge, face in a red flush just from the thought.

“Do you want me to tell you, or show you?” He smirks, hand fluttering on my thigh.

“Show me.”

From how flirty his words had been, I was expecting his lips to crash unceremoniously into mine, but that wasn’t the case. Wilbur was soft, gentle, and sweet, running his tongue across my lower lip before sliding it into the kiss. One of his hands rubs at the nape of my neck, the other stroking the curve of my waist under the hoodie, and I absolutely melt into his touch.

“You taste even better than I imagined,” he sighs, barely pulling back enough to get the words out. “Mmm.”

I giggle, nibbling on his lower lip. “I didn’t know you were such a good kisser.”

“I’m good at a lot of things,” Wilbur whispers in my ear, leaving a hickey just behind my ear. “You want me to show you some, baby?”

“Please,” I whine, tugging on the waistband off his sweats to try and free the growing bulge. “Show me, Wilbur.”

“Patience, sweetheart,” he chides, sliding two fingers into the band of my sweatpants. “Can I take these off?”

I nod, reaching down for my hem of his hoodie as he tugs off my sweats. “How long have you wanted to do this for?”

“Longer than I’d like to admit,” he says. “But I didn’t want to ruin our friendship.”

I smile. “Same here.”

We both stare at each other in the dim light, him panting over my almost-naked body.

“Please let me ruin it now,” he groans, rubbing himself between my thighs.

I grind back, both of us letting out high pitched whines. “Ask me that after I see how good that dick is.”

Wilbur pulls back for a moment, tugging down the front of his pants, the leaking length springing up and hitting his lower stomach.

“Of course you have a fucking huge dick,” I groan, making him snort. “My best friend of all these years has somehow managed to hide that from me.”

He leans down, pressing his shaft onto the wet spot on my panties. “And I can assure you that it feels even better.”

I tug my panties down my legs. “That’s two things you have to prove tonight, Wilbur. Don’t get ahead of yourself.”

“Do you want me to use a condom?” Wilbur asks, brows knitted in concern.

I shake my head. “I’m on birth control, and we all know neither of us have slept with anyone else in ages.”

“Sounds good to me,” he says softly, working me open with his fingers. “Tell me if I’m going too fast, it hurts, you’re uncomfortable, or-“

Kissing his forehead, I tilt Wilbur’s head back to look him in the eye. “Wilbur. You’re worrying.”

“How did you know I was worrying?”

“Your forehead always crinkles when you worry,” I say. “Relax. I promise. We both want this.”

He sighs. “I just want to make this perfect for you. You deserve it. You deserve the world.”

“You’re already making it perfect,” I reply, stroking my hand down his bare back. “Just be gentle, ok?”

“Anything,” he breathes. “For you.”

Wilbur pushes himself inside me gently, so gently, kissing me all over my face as I adjust to the feeling. One hand squeezes my hip, the other stroking the bare skin at my waist.

“I’m so full,” I groan out, wrapping my legs around Wilbur’s waist to tug him deeper. “Oh, God.”

He smiles, licking a stripe up my neck as we start to move together, finding a smooth, rocking rhythm.

“Mmm, we feel so good together, princess,” he praises, hooking one of my legs over his shoulders to hit me even harder. “You’re so wet.”

I’m surprised he’s touching me in all the right places, since from my past experiences, most guys aren’t exactly adept. But Wilbur was. Incredibly, in fact, not just shoving my own pleasure aside to get himself off.

Kisses turn into nibbles, nibbles turn into bites, and bites turn into Wilbur fully sinking his teeth into my lower lip, muffling the moan that threatens to spill out. His hand slides from my waist to my chin, tilting my face into our slightly sloppy kiss.

“Still ok?” He whispers, pulling back for a moment to gaze in my eyes. “I’m not hurting you?”

I shake my head, pecking him on the mouth. “Quite the opposite. You’re quite adept with that cock of yours.”

Laughing, Wilbur nibbles another hickey onto my neck. “I try my best, love.”

We stop talking for awhile after that, preferring to let our bodies do the talking.

“Oh, Wilbur, I’m close,” I cry out, knees shaking, nails digging into his back. I’m impressed how long we’ve both been lasting, but I’m not sure either of us can keep going forever. “Fuck.”

Wilbur groans, biting his lip with the effort to keep going for me. “Where… where can I cum?” He pants.

“Inside… please,” I manage to reply, almost screaming out as he reaches up and presses on my clit. I melt into the couch, tightening around him as my high slams into me, Wilbur right behind me a few seconds later, finishing deep inside me with a loud moan.

We’re both silent, panting in the aftermath, only being interrupted by the sudden beep of the oven timer.

“Pizza’s ready,” Wilbur deadpans, making me crack up. “Hungry?”

“Starved,” I sigh. “Cardio will do that to you.”

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lockleysfav · 2 years

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Cramps

Jake Lockely x Fem!reader

summary: When reader falls asleep after an hour of painful cramps, Jake comes home and sees you groaning in your sleep, in obvious pain. Jake is well aware that an orgasm can get rid of your cramps.

warnings: NSFW, dubcon, somnophilia, period sex, blood, p in v, creampie, swearing.

Jake was in a calm mood when he walked through the door. Steven and Marc had stopped being a fly on the wall and went to sleep when they knew Jake was safe, not that he couldnt take care of himself but they all looked out for eachother no matter what.

He threw his cap on the counter and ran his rough fingers through his hair, groaning and muttering a small fuck before turning around and heading for the shower. He stopped midway when he heard a small whimper come out of you. He walked over to your side of the bed and knelt down examining your face “oh cariño” he whispers as he watches your face twist in discomfort. He assumed you were having a nightmare as he didnt yet know you were on your period.

He pulled the blanket off you to crawl in beside you but froze when he saw a patch of blood beneath you.

“Jake it’s okay” Steven suddenly says from the headspace, Jake shakes his head and is about to rip off your pajamas and look for where the blood is coming from, to see where you were ‘injured’.

Steven groans at Jake “she’s started her period. It’s her cramps” he tells him and Jake backs away confused “i-i dont know what to do hermano” he almost pouts. Steven told him to wake you and change the sheets so you could sleep comfortably but for some reason Jake really didnt want to wake you, knowing your cramps would only worsen when you wake up.

Jake shook his head “it’s okay i’ll handle it” he tells Steven and Steven nods, going back to sleep.

You suddenly jolt and let out a small cry “Jake”.

Jake rushes to your side once more and strokes the side of your face “shhh mi amor, i’ve got you” he whispers and allows you to settle down again before carefully lifting you into his arms, carrying you over to the couch and laying you down. He kisses your forehead and quickly tore off the bed sheets, shoving them in the washing machine then reaching into one of the cupboards and getting new bedding.

He was quiet when he put the bedding on. Walking back over to you and frowning at your ruined pajama pants, he went into the bathroom and grabbed a few towels and a warm damp cloth. He placed the towels over the bed and folded the cloth on the nightstand then making his way back over to you.

He picked you back up and layed you down on the towels, reaching into your waistband and gently pulling down your bottoms then throwing them onto the floor. He took off his shirt and kicked off his jeans before crawling in beside you and rolling you on your side so your back was against his chest “i’m gonna make the pain go away princesa” he murmurs against your ear and reaches down to pull off your panties.

Blood never fazed lockley, it fazed none of them. But you would always tell them you’re too insecure to do it on your period because of the smell, Jake would laugh and tell you “mi vida i’ve had to lay under dead bodies, im very certain your period will not put me off” and then you’d murmur sarcastically“ok but my pussy could smell like dead bodies jake”. Marc would be howling with laughter in the headspace and steven is simply wide eyed.

His lips trailed against your neck and you squirmed slightly with a groan, Jake stroked his cock a few times before lining it up with your entrance. Part of him felt awful but he was truly doing this for you.

He clenched his jaw as he sunk himself inside you, immediately feeling your blood leak around his dick and onto his balls but it didnt bother him. In fact it even turned him on. He kept his eyes on your face slowly relaxing and occasionally twitching when Jake hit your g-spot. If it wasn’t obvious already, you’re a very heavy sleeper but when you involuntarily squeezed his cock, he doubled over and whimpered right against your ear causing you to stir awake.

Jake lifted your leg and pushed deeper, if that whimper didnt wake you up then that definitely did. Your hand immediately grabbed his and you whined “f-fuck” your head rolling back and your eyes meeting Jakes “hola cariño” he smirks at you and you only whimper at him, desperately trying to kiss him. He chuckled and leaned down, kissing you passionately “were you hurting bebe? is papi making it all better?” he teases against your lips, stroking his hand over stomach “y-yes!” you moan with your pussy clenching around him again.

His jaw was tight and he was completely oblivious that Marc and Steven had woken up and came to watch him fuck you.

You suddenly turned around making his cock slip out of you. “You okay?” he asks concerned but then his jaw goes slack when you push him down, climbing onto him and wasting no time to sink down onto his cock. He’d never admit it but watching your blood smear onto his lower stomach made him feral. Jake always said blood is blood, he didnt care where it came from it all looked the same to him. He grabbed your hips and pulled you down “Grind on me” he demanded and you mewled “papi i can’t i’ll get-“ you were got off by your own cry as he pulled your hips back and forth. You collapsed onto his chest and followed his movements, his dick rubbing deliciously against your spot that had you seeing white.

He rolled his head back and you took it as your chance to suck onto his neck, leaving him a nice hickey “shit mi amor! cum for me” he reached down and started rubbing at your clit. The combination of his dick hitting your g spot and his fingers rubbing your clit sent you into a hard orgasm “papi!” you screamed and dug your nails into his chest. He growled and calmed with a whimper, thrusting his hips into you before freezing as his cum spilled into you

After a minute of calming down, he rolled you off of him and got on top of you “there there mi vida, all better now si?” he asks as he strokes your tired face. Your eyes fluttering from exhaustion while he stared down at you “keep your legs open for me babygirl” and you spread them a little. You hissed when you felt the cloth he had folded up, wipe across your core and clean you up, Jake whispered praises and grabbed you a new set of panties, putting a night pad on them and sliding them onto you.

You were already falling asleep by the time Jake cleaned himself up and pulled the towels off the bed to put in the wash. He slid back into bed and pulled you against his chest “i love you so so much cariño”.

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oharamwah · 10 months

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ଓ + — soft boyfriend headcanons

boyfriend!miguel x fem!reader

contents : fluuuufff and some nsfw, super messy and all over the place. i’m telling u this is so unstructured.

no heavy nsfw but suggestive themes under the cut

posted august 1st - to be edited !

i’m so down bad for this man and he isn’t even real but that means i get to make up whatever headcanons i like abt what it’d be like to date him 😋

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♡ i just wanna get straight to the point — miguel’s kisses are soooo. mmph.

♡ he’s the type to keep things at a small peck when others are around or when you two are a little busy and on your feet

♡ like he’ll be at work like always and you’ll pop into his home office just to drop off a snack and he’ll pull you closer by your chin to kiss you DKSJDHSKLD

♡ and when he’s working from home and he’s in sweatpants (a rare sight for many) and he has his thin wiry dad glasses on oh my

♡ buuuut, but. this man knows how to kiss properly too

♡ also we all know miguel is bossy, and this applies both in and out of the workplace

♡ he is huuuuuge on princess treatment

♡ making sure you barely have to lift a finger to do anything when he’s around, especially during intimate hours

♡ he is big on aftercare, never wants you to feel any pain during or after sex. well, with some exceptions. all he wants is for you to feel good. so, if you ask him for a tummy massage or a back rub, he’ll do it no hesitation.

♡ like ok i’m not gonna make this an nsfw hc post but… spanking 🤗

♡ anyway.. he’s definitely the type of boyfriend to keep lots of baby wipes and deodorant and any girly things you’d need in a separate bathroom cupboard, exclusively for you and when you stay the night

♡ speaking of, refuses to let you pay for anything when you’re out shopping. say you walk by the department store and you remember that you ran out of pads or shampoo, he has it covered

♡ he’s just so… idk he loves taking care of you in every aspect.

♡ y’know when boyfriends carry their girlfriend’s bridal style when their high heels hurt their feet ?? yeah that’s miguel.

♡ again, he hates seeing you in any kind of pain. even if your shoulder bag is just a little too heavy, he’s got it

♡ always reminds you that you’re the most beautiful girl in the world.

♡ you’ll be getting ready for a fancy dinner party and you’re staring at yourself in the mirror feeling a little self conscious, poking and pinching at parts of your tummy, arms, anything you felt insecure about at the time

♡ and instead of letting you know that he saw you, he’d come up from behind you and just start showering you with compliments and butterfly kisses

♡ because the last thing he wants is for you to feel even more insecure because you got caught, he just wants you to know what he thinks about you

♡ “so pretty my angel, is that a new dress?”

♡ he’d ask, knowing he’s the one that bought it

♡ *kiss* “you do your makeup differently today?” *kiss* “i like it, honey.”

♡ AGGHH he’s just too sweet. he always knows how to make you feel comfortable.

♡ king of small kind gestures because even though he could compliment you and all that jazz, you find that he doesn’t really say “i love you” that often. instead, he shows it to you

♡ he knows exactly how you like your eggs, down to the amount of salt and pepper you use

♡ he also knows you like peeling your own oranges but you always struggle to start them, so he’d use his fangs to peel a little piece for you to peel from

♡ and he pre-slices all the lemons because he knows you like lemon water but you kinda suck at using knives

♡ if you leave your glasses/sunnies at his place, he’ll take it upon himself to clean them for you

♡ knows the kinds of snacks you like on movie nights so he stocks up on them, never leaving his pantry empty. no, he never eats snacks, but he knows you do <3

♡ he’s also the type to drive you out wherever and whenever you want. night drives, sunset viewing, anything you wanna do he’s willing to take you there. you’re his passenger princess!!

♡ also omg so random but i feel like he’s lowkey insecure of his fangs. like he knows they can be a bit intimidating and cause some worry, so whenever he smiles around you he tries to keep them inside but they just peek out his lips and it’s skfkskfj so cute

♡ and when he laughs he covers his mouth so sometimes you have to place your hand over his, and he’ll look at you all “what..?” and you’ll peel his hand back and be all cute about it

♡ “show me your smileee” and he gets all SHYYY

♡ he’s definitely the angry/grumpy shy with you, he can’t help but feel a little embarrassed about being shy or flustered but he also kinda enjoys the feeling

♡ sorry this is so unorganized but i just had another thought

♡ he’s just so familiar with being in the same bed as you by now that he can tell when somethings wrong just by the movements you’re making

♡ or if you’re shifting around a lot in your spot, he won’t say anything but he’ll grab onto your waist to let you know he’s there and he’ll pull you a bit closer so you feel more at ease

♡ AND EVEN IF YOU ARENT IN HIS BED, he’ll never go into your spot. that’s your spot. though he does take the pillow and hug it sometimes. sometimes..

♡ he even washes your pillowcase more often than he washes his sheets because he knows how particular you are about your skincare and haircare

♡ but he’s also super particular about his own hygiene, constantly freshening himself up with like spray deodorants and stuff. and a lot of mouth wash. he takes dental care very seriously.

♡ like he even reminds you to floss every night and prepares you a cup of mouth wash and seals it with a kiss hehdheh

♡ that man is so clean. deadass. he works so hard yes but he always makes sure to be clean because the last thing he wants is to be a loser that SMELLS bad (LOLLDFKMSM)

♡ you’re the only person he’ll listen to when it comes to bedtime

♡ he’s always being scolded by his colleagues to get more sleep because his under eyes are getting darker than a winter night sky

♡ but he always just brushes them off — unless it’s you

♡ he’s actually kinda nervous to make you upset. like he could never even dream of making you upset or mad at him he couldn’t handle that

♡ you two never argue, you only have very passionate debates

♡ you’re usually right in the end, and he accepts that. he just hates when you two disagree. so when apologizing for being stubborn and making you upset, he speaks in a way softer tone than he would anyone else. it’s a bit higher than his normal voice and it’s very airy, very comforting and apologetic

♡ he’s just such a softie for youuuu waoooowwww

♡ anyway i’m gonna post this and come back to it when i have new ideas instead of posting a bunch of separate ones <3 enjoy angels !

#miguel o'hara #miguel ohara fluff #i love miguel ohara #atsv miguel #miguel ohara fanfiction #atsv fanfiction #miguel o’hara i love you #miguel ohara x fem!reader #miguel o’hara headcanon

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tojitsukaisen · 2 years

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Dramatically in love with you.

Toji x reader

genre: flufffff fluff fluff i need more Toji fluff

warnings: none, a tiny little bit suggestive at the end.

notes: hi, this is my first ever fic, i've never really written anything like this, so I hope you like it. let me know in the comments. no i will not apologize for the cringe title. oh yah the reader is a bit oc (ok just me) but i hope it's still relatable. hope you enjoy lovelies

Toji swears he loves you. He loves you so much he puts up with your weird domestic habits. He puts up with the fact that you leave cupboard doors open after you’ve used them as if it doesn’t even occur to you to close them as your mind is already focusing on your next task. He puts up with the fact that he’s bonked his head more than once on those damn things when he steps into the kitchen. He doesn’t say a word when you leave clumps of your hair on the shower walls. He only curses inwardly when steps on yet another fucking bobby pin. He doesn’t consider himself a neat freak; he’s lived, slept, ate and shat in a whole lot worse, so he puts up with a bruise here and a sore toe there. He deals with your high-pitched screams and the fact that he is yet again on jar-duty as he chases a spider through your shared apartment.

Domesticity the way you present it is something foreign to him. While your warm personality sharply contrasts his stoic demeanor, your brazenness is something you two have in common. You don’t hold back on who you are, and he doesn’t really mind the fact that you piss with the bathroom door open sometimes, while continuing some inane story about your day, or that you don’t bother going outside to fart. He honestly loves you and your little quirks and the fact that he gets to call you home. His cute little girlfriend who broke down his walls and managed to sledgehammer through them with your bold moves, your kind eyes, your sharp tongue always followed by a loud laugh, the strokes of your fingers on his calloused hands and his scar-littered body, the morning kisses and the daily effort you put into making sure he feels loved and cared for as well. He swears he will love you until the day he gets dragged into death by the ankles. And beyond that.

He's reminding himself of all these things while fighting the urge to groan, roll his eyes, and throw a pillow at the TV that’s currently displaying a drama series you’re rewatching for the umpteenth time, and with one sharp look from you he’s reminded that he lost that fight.

“What’s got your panties in a twist?” you pout at Toji.

“Ya know before ya got here I used to watch actual good shit, right? Something that’s actually fucking interesting. Not this yappy supernatural cry fest.”

“Okay, grandpa. I bet those horse races were real titillating.” You spit back sarcastically.

Toji tsk’s as a response and kicks your feet off the coffee table and reaches for his beer. It never ceases to make you laugh how your 6 feet tall tank of a boyfriend can throw tiny temper tantrums like these. You pause the show and go to retrieve your pillow.

“If it bothers you so much, I can watch it on my laptop, and you can watch the news or some old people program like bingo or some-“

“It’ just..” he interrupts you “I don’t get why she kept that information from him when she knew she was pregnant at the time.” He lectures while pointing his beer at the TV.

“I- what?”

“The chick from the show! I get that he’s an asshole, but you’d think she’d get off ‘er fucking high horse an’ tell him about the pregnancy, definitely knowing she’s cursed or some shit, wasn’t that her? The one who got cursed last season? Or was that the evil twin sister or something? I can’t fucking listen for one more second about how- what?”

You can’t control your giggles as you hop into a squat on the couch next to him and poke his cheek.

“The fuck you laughing at, brat?” he warns.

Your giggles die down a bit before you crawl over to him and he instinctively places his hands around your waist and pulls you into his lap.

“You’re such a cute hypocrite, Toji. My big strong scary man who supposedly only likes serious content” you chuckle.

“ ‘s not my fault you put this shit on every day, it gets in my head”

“Yeah okay. ‘s not like you're actually invested” you grin at him.

He snorts at that. “You’re a fucking headache, y’know that, sweetheart” he sighs while kissing the top of your head.

You lean into him and smile into his broad tobacco scented chest.

“Yeah right back at ya, dollface”.

Oh, he swears he’s going to wipe that smile off your face later that night when he gets his payback in the bedroom. Or the dinner table. Or the couch after just one more episode. So, for now, however..

“Put the damn show back on, so I can at least know how this shit plays out."

You stifle a laugh as you shuffle in his lap so you’re facing the TV and you press play.

He swears he hates these things, he really does. He’s not invested. He’s putting up with your weird habits. Because god, does he love you. And maybe your dumb little drama series as well.

#toji x y/n #toji x reader #toji x self insert #toji x you #toji x oc #toji fluff #toji fushiguro #jjk #jjk toji #jujutsu kaisen toji #jujutsu kaisen imagines #toji imagine #toji scenarios #toji simp #dilf toji #toji fic

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taters169 · 3 months

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Tin Drabbles

Dark

Masterlist

The first few days living with this new human were weird. Michael had been allowed to eat as much as he'd wanted, sleep as much as he'd liked and generally been left to his own devices. He hadn't ventured much further than the kitchen table other than a few trips to the bathroom where again he'd been left alone to bathe in private without a strict time limit. Definitely weird. Bit by bit Michael started to feel slightly less tense, and with every passing day when he wasn't hurt or humiliated he started to hope that maybe that part of his life was really over.

It had been so long since he'd felt safe. His mother had died when he was very young and her couldn't remember much about her, just a little tune she would hum to herself when she was sewing. It had just been him and his dad since then and he'd been taken out to start learning how to borrow when he was 10. He'd never been as good at it as his dad but he was keen to learn and eager to help. Then his dad died when he was 15, he'd had a nasty cut from a nail and got really sick. Michael had even borrowed some medicine from the humans cupboard but it must not have been the right kind because after a few days his dad was gone.

All alone in the world Michael had carried on as best he could, the human in his house was an old lady who lived alone but when she died a new human moved in. Michael knew he would have nightmares about that man until the day he died. It was just meant to be a quick trip along the kitchen counter in the middle of the night, he'd taken a couple of grapes from the fruit bowl and was on his way back home when the lights suddenly switched on and he was seen.

Michael shuddered wanting to push away the memories of that horrible man.

Vince didn't seem like that at all, he seemed to actually want to be friends. Michael just wanted to know for certain so he decided to test his limits

"Vince?" Said Michael one evening as they finished their dinner

"Yeah bud?" Vince replied

"Um, I was wondering if it would be ok for me to sleep somewhere else tonight?" Michael asked nervously

"Yeah of course you can! You don't need my permission for stuff you know you can do as you like! Where were you thinking of?"

"I'd like to try in the walls" said Michael

"In... the walls?" Asked Vince confused

"Um that's where Borrowers usually live, in the gaps in the walls or under the floor boards." Answered Michael nervously

"Oh OK, is that so you can stay hidden?"

"Yes. It's meant to be somewhere humans can't reach"

"Ok so do we just knock a hole into the plaster?"

Michael chuckled at the human being willing to wreck his home to help him "no I'm sure I can find a gap somewhere, there's usually space under the sink where the pipes come in"

Michael was right there was a tight gap where he could squeeze in around the pipes under the kitchen sink. Vince had provided him with a new hook and string as well as a pin to use as a weapon if needed. He'd thought being back in the walls would give him that sense of safety he'd been missing for so long. He'd always been safe in the walls but now the darkness wasn't comforting. The tight space felt like it was closing in around him Michael closed his eyes and tried to breathe through his oncoming panic attack but with his eyes shut he could see the face of his captor laughing as he was closed into the tin. He couldn't breathe he had to get out.

A moment later he was back under the sink thankful for the light where Vince hadn't closed the cupboard door yet. He fell to his hands and knees sobbing and crying to get his breathing back under control

Vince noticed Michael back sooner than he'd expected but when he saw how upset the little man was he dropped to his knees to get a better look

"Michael! What happened are you OK? Are you hurt?"

Michael just shook his head not trusting himself to speak yet

"Can I pick you up?" Asked Vince

Michael gave a small nod and was gently scooped up into Vince's hand. Holding him to his chest Vince gently rubbed his thumb down the little man's back like he had done that first day. Michael gripped onto the huge shirt in front of him and sobbed.

Eventually the crying quieted and stopped but Vince kept gently stroking down his back.

"Sorry" sniffed Michael quietly rubbing his face and trying to pull himself together

"Don't be daft, nothing to apologise for. Are you OK?"

Michael sighed deeply "no, not really"

"You can try again later if you like?"

"Urgh! I hate this!" Exclaimed Michael. "Small dark spaces are meant to be safe, to feel safe. But all I could think of is being trapped in that tin again, thinking I was about to die. How is it that I'm free of him and still not free of him? It's not fair" Michael began to cry softly again.

"Give it time, give yourself a break. You said you were stuck with that guy for years right? Well it's barely been a week of course you're still gonna struggle. I'm positive it will get easier with time" Vince lifted Michael so he was at eye level and gently brushed a tear from the tiny man's cheek. "You know the offer still stands to beat the shit out of that guy, you just tell me where he lives and I'll go tear him a new arsehole"

Michael chuckled softly and hugged the giant thumb, "We moved 3 or 4 times when I was with him I wouldn't know where to start. I don't even know his name, he always insisted on 'master' or 'sir'. "

"What do you want to do about sleeping then? Do you want to try something else?" Asked Vince

"I dont know what else to try, I've always either lived in the walls or in a cage" replied Michael sadly

"Ok so we need somewhere that's your space, that you can get to easily but not feel trapped or in the dark" Vince said as he began wandering around his flat still holding Michael in his hands "what about the bookcase? I could empty out the bottom shelf?"

"Um yeah that could work" said Michael "as long as its not too much bother"

"No bother at all! Here look" Vince placed Michael on the floor by the bookcase and started removing books from the shelf. When the shelf was about half empty he arranged the books in stacks on the floor in front so that the empty space behind was partially hidden. He fetched the blanket that Michael had been using as a makeshift bed and put it on the empty shelf

"How's that?" Asked Vince

Michael stepped into the space, it was small enough to be cosy without feeling trapped, covered enough to feel private without being too dark

"Its perfect" said Michael with a smile

"We can definitely work on it, set up something more permanent for you. I'm off work tomorrow I'm sure we can get at least the bones of a house up for you. Oh wait a sec I've got an idea" Vince suddenly stood up making Michael back up nervously. The giant returned a moment later with a small pen torch. He clicked it on to show Michael how it worked then placed it on the blanket

"This way if something spooks you, you can switch on the light. Or you can leave it on all night if you like" said Vince

"Thank you" said Michael, genuinely touched by the gesture. He could feel tears threatening to fall again. Blinking them back he walked towards the giant's hand resting his smaller one on top of Vince's finger. "Thank you for everything" he said smiling up at the kind giant

Vince smiled back and gently brushed his thumb over the tiny hand

"Happy to help, you deserve to feel safe Michael. Anything I can do to help that just let me know"

#gt #g/t #the Tin

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dirty-bear-rick-sanchez · 1 year

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He’s Like Me

This is an autistic Morty oneshot I’ve been sitting on for a while because I didn’t know where to go with it. I’m still not too happy with the ending but I think this is the best I’m gonna get it lol.

Summary: Morty is keeping a secret from Rick and Rick wants to know what it is. Hurt/comfort. ~3k words

Warnings for mentions of ableism (including internalised ableism).

Rick suddenly snaps back into reality after being absorbed in his latest project to find that his bladder is full and his stomach is rumbling. A glance at the clock tells him it’s been at least four hours of uninterrupted work. It’s not unusual for Rick to get so into something that he can spend hours at a time on it without a break, and four hours is fairly mild for him. Still, now that he’s aware of his body’s needs, he can no longer ignore them.

Standing up from his desk, he stretches his back and arms, hearing the former crack in a way that’s half-satisfying, half-concerning. The joys of ageing, he thinks wryly. He lets out a groan and makes his way to the bathroom.

Once his most pressing need has been satisfied, he directs his attention towards food and drink. He makes his way down the stairs, the usual family hubbub sounding from the kitchen. As he approaches, he can begin to make out details that indicate that it, in fact, isn’t the usual family hubbub. The raised voices, while not uncommon in the Smith household, are laced with strong emotions that betray a deeper conflict at hand. Rick pauses outside the kitchen, trying to decide whether it’s worth getting involved or if it would be easier to simply travel off-planet for some dinner instead.

“Mom, p-please don’t tell Rick!” he hears Morty cry out, a note of fear in his voice. Rick frowns, wondering what secret Morty wants to keep from him and why.

“Now, sweetie, come on, I think it would be good for him to know. It’s not anything definite yet, anyway, and if he knows, maybe he can help you.” Beth speaks as if trying not to frighten a wild animal, a tone Rick remembers using himself when she was little.

“No! Y-you don’t get it, Mom! It’s alright for you, you’re not the one being told there’s something wrong with you! You’re smart, like him! Rick already thinks I’m dumb, what is he going to think if he hears about this?”

OK, now Rick’s really starting to get worried. He takes a moment to set his face into a mask of disinterest before entering the kitchen.

“What am I going to think if I hear about what?” he asks, trying to keep his tone casual and unbothered.

“N-nothing!” Morty blurts out, too quickly to appear innocent even if Rick hadn’t overheard the conversation.

Beth takes a deep breath. “Dad, Morty’s got a new teacher, and she thinks-”

“No! I told you not to tell him! Why do you never listen to me?” Morty shouts, tears running down his cheeks, and storms out of the room. The family hears his footsteps stomping up the stairs and the door to his room slam.

“Geez, wh-what’s with him?” Rick asks, quirking a thumb in the direction of the door, disguising his concern with an air of annoyed detachment. Beth opens her mouth to respond, but Jerry jumps in.

“Morty’s just a little upset about something his new teacher said in our meeting with her. I’m sure he’ll come down when he’s feeling better.”

Something in his tone is unusually protective and harsh, directed at both Beth and Rick, his eyes flicking between them both. While Rick usually isn’t fond of Jerry’s behaviour, he feels a grudging respect for the man’s ability to actually grow a spine and stick up for Morty for once.

“Jerry, don’t you think we should tell him?” Beth stage whispers to Jerry.

“Beth, don’t you think we should respect Morty’s privacy?”

Rick tunes out the conversation, not interested in their usual bickering, and instead makes for the fridge. He roots around inside, grabbing a drink, then reaches for the cupboard door. Beth breaks the argument to turn to him.

“Oh, Dad, dinner’s almost ready. Don’t spoil your appetite.” her tone changes seamlessly from angry to bright as she shifts her attention from Jerry to Rick. Rick drops his hand from the pack of wafers he was reaching for and sits down at the table, sprawling out in his chair as he waits.

“Morty, Summer, dinner!” Beth shouts to the kids and begins plating food. One bedroom door swings open and Summer comes down to join them, scrolling idly on her phone.

Beth turns around to see only one of her children present and sighs. “Summer, get Morty.”

“Morty!” Summer shouts, not looking up from her phone. Rick has to give it to her, the volume is deafening. There’s no way Morty could have missed it.

“Ugh, that’s not what I meant.” Beth pinches the bridge of her nose in frustration. “You know what, fuck it, if he doesn’t want to eat, that’s his problem.”

Four-fifths of the Smith family eat in relative silence, Rick taking advantage of the quiet to try to figure out what’s going on. Morty still hasn’t appeared by the time they’ve finished.

“Do you think I should go check on him? Take some dinner up to his room?” Jerry suggests.

“What? Jerry, no, it’s just a tantrum. He’s at that age. If he’s old enough to be a moody teenager, he’s old enough to heat up his own food when he misses dinner.” Beth replies dismissively.

“I’ll go.” Rick offers, trying to sound bored. Beth seems surprised, but doesn’t question her father. Rick takes the untouched plate of food and heads upstairs to Morty’s room.

“Morty?” he calls, knocking on the door. No response.

“Morty?” he calls again, slightly louder, continuing to drum his knuckles. Still getting no response, he barges his way in.

The room is dark except for the light Rick is letting in from the hallway. Morty is curled up on his bed, facing the wall and clutching a pillow to his chest.

“Morty?” he allows his voice to soften slightly.

“Go away, Rick.” Morty’s voice, already quiet and strained, is muffled from speaking into the pillow.

Rick sits gently on the edge of Morty’s bed.

“Look, wh-whatever this is, I’m gonna find out eventually, so you might as well just tell me now and get it over with.”

Morty turns to face Rick, seeming surprised. His eyes are red and swollen, and Rick feels a pang of hurt at the idea that Morty is this upset at the idea of Rick finding out… whatever it is he’s hiding.

“M-Mom and Dad didn’t tell you?” he asks hopefully.

“Nope. I just came here to give you this since, y’know, you didn’t bother to come down for dinner.” he keeps his gruff facade in place as he holds out the plate of food.

Morty sits up and takes the plate from him, setting it on his lap but making no move to eat it. He hesitates in the way Rick has come to know means he’s building himself up to ask something. Rick reels in an impatient urge to demand that Morty just spit it out.

“R-Rick?” Morty stammers. “You, um, w-would it be OK if… there was something wrong with me?”

Rick snorts to hide the concern he’s feeling. “Buddy, there’s already plenty of stuff wrong with you. Wh-wh-what’s one more thing?”

Morty winces at this comment, and Rick knows he’s fucked it up. “Yeah, but what if it was something… something actually wrong with me? Like, medically.”

OK, now Rick’s really confused. What is medically wrong with Morty that could be picked up by a school teacher?

“Morty, I can take you to any number of super advanced alien hospitals. Hell, I could probably fix it myself, if you just tell me what it is.”

Morty withdraws into himself even more. “I, um, I don’t think it’s something that can be fixed.”

“For cry-for God’s sake, Morty, what is it?” Rick demands. Morty refuses to answer, refuses to even look at him. Rick waits for as long as his patience can take, but Morty doesn’t yield. Feeling frustrated and defeated, Rick gets up and leaves to find an answer elsewhere.

He hears the rest of the family in the kitchen, and decides to ask them, when he’s distracted by an envelope on the couch with the distinct look of a letter from school. He reaches inside and pulls out Morty’s report card, scanning past the grades, which don’t interest him at the best of times, let alone now. He’s about to give up when he notices another sheet of paper inside the envelope. Unfolding it, he reads,

‘We recommend Morty for ASD assessment. If you wish to proceed or learn more, please contact-’

Rick stops reading. ASD? Autism? That’s it? The kid was acting like he had terminal cancer or something. Besides, Rick could’ve told Morty he was autistic within minutes of meeting him.

However, his indignation fades as stronger emotions take its place. He remembers the way he was treated as a child, the way adults talked about him like he couldn’t hear them, like there was something wrong with him. Like he was evil, or stupid, or something to be pitied. He remembers the way other children reacted to him, able to tell that he was different even at their young age. He remembers conversations between his parents late at night when they thought he was asleep, not quite hushed enough to avoid him overhearing.

Rick swallows hard and pushes the memories away. Instead, a sinking feeling sets in as he realises that not only is Morty now experiencing these exact same thoughts and emotions, but that Morty thinks Rick will treat him like this. The feeling is some sort of sickening mix of shame and anger that curdles uncomfortably in his stomach.

Rick turns to go back upstairs and speak to Morty, only to be met with Jerry.

“Did you read it?” Jerry asks.

“N-not now, Jerry.” Rick tries to brush past him, but Jerry catches his wrist to stop him.

“Rick, wait.”

Rick yanks his arm out of Jerry’s grasp, fighting the urge to rub away the residual feeling of touch.

“You know I don’t like you taking Morty out on these adventures. If I had my way, you wouldn’t see him at all. But whatever you do, don’t you dare start treating him differently because of this, got it?”

Jerry’s tone is surprisingly defensive in a way Rick never expected from the man. Sure, his voice is shaky and he’s clearly on edge, but he’s actually standing up for Morty. Still, Rick resents the implication that he’s the same as the people who made his own childhood hell.

“Jesus, Jerry, wh-wh-what do you think I am, some sort of monster? Why do you think I don’t like Morty going to that school in the first place? Why do you think I dropped out? It’s not a place for smart people, Jerry!”

As soon as the words are out of his mouth, Rick knows he’s given too much away. Just the reminder of his own childhood has regressed him into a weak little kid who can’t hide his feelings. Thankfully, Jerry’s too shocked to respond, so Rick takes the opportunity to slip past him and make his way up to Morty’s room.

He doesn’t bother to knock this time, barging right in. Morty is lying on his front with his face buried in his pillow, his body shaking, the plate of food untouched on his desk. Rick sits on the bed again and rests a hand gently between Morty’s shoulders, feeling the boy trembling.

“Morty, it’s OK. I know.” he forces the words out, his voice toneless. Morty turns and lifts his head, looking at Rick through fearful, teary eyes. Rick takes a breath before continuing.

“It’s OK, Morty. M-m-me too.”

“You’re…?”

“Autistic, yeah.”

Morty sits up and throws himself at Rick with such speed and force it takes Rick a second to understand what’s happening. Morty clings to Rick, sobbing into his chest. Rick hesitates before wrapping his arms around the boy, one hand gently stroking his shoulder.

“Sh, Morty, it’s OK.”

Rick remembers his own past and squeezes Morty tighter. When Beth was born, he’d worried about her experiencing what he’d had to, sworn that he would shield her from judgement if she had been like him, but… well, she’d never made it that far. Now, with his grandson shaking in his arms, he feels those protective feelings bubble up all over again.

Gradually, he hears and feels Morty start to calm down and eventually, Morty pulls back, wiping his eyes.

“So is it… OK? That I might be autistic?”

“Kiddo, there’s no ‘might’ about it.” Rick feels Morty tense and quickly scrambles to make him feel better. “I-i-it’s fine, Morty! It’s not something bad. It’s just another variable of humanity, like… like the shape of your nose. You got my nose, dontcha?”

Morty nods, but doesn’t look convinced. “But… I’m not smart like you.”

“Morty, nobody is smart like me, I’m a genius. Everyone else is dumb to me, even all these other so-called ‘smart people’.”

“So… you’re not smart because of autism? I thought autism made you either like a super-genius or dumb.”

“What? No, Morty, you’ve been watching too much bad TV. A-anyway, you’re focusing on the wrong thing here. Autism is just… your brain works differently to other people. Sometimes it makes you smart, sometimes it doesn’t.”

Morty is quiet for a second, mulling this over. “My teacher said that’s why I’m struggling in school. You never struggled in school.”

Rick feels a reflexive burst of anger at that assumption, but tries to fight it back.

“Morty, I struggled in school so much I dropped out. I struggled so much I ran away from home.”

Again, the truth spills out more than he wants it to, the emotion eroding his filter. Morty looks at him in shock.

“What?”

“N-n-not that I’m saying you should do that, Morty. Y-y-you need to stay here so you can go on adventures with me.”

“What? No, Rick, that’s not what I mean. I-I don’t get it. You’re a genius, how did you struggle?”

Rick shrugs, trying to appear nonchalant.

“I didn’t like the way they treated me, like I was an annoyance, or a pity project, or a problem. They didn’t get me, I didn’t get them. They wanted me to do things the way they wanted, when they wanted. I didn’t like that. If they thought I was too smart to be struggling, they didn’t believe me, thought I was just being difficult. If they just saw me as a problem, they didn’t believe I was smart enough to do things myself or make my own decisions. I-I had to constantly act, just so they’d believe I was competent. It’s tiring, pretending to be someone you’re not all day, everyday, just to be treated like anyone else. I got tired of it, left so I could be with people who didn’t care what I did.”

Somewhere in his story, Rick realises his hands have curled into balls and his leg is bouncing. He pulls out his flask and swigs from it, partially for the enticing numbness promised by the alcohol, but mostly to give himself time to rein in his emotions before continuing.

“Out there in space, Morty, they don’t care. They don’t even know what a human is, let alone how humans should act. I-i-if an alien thinks you’re weird because you breathe oxygen and have hair, they don’t give a shit if you flap your hands o-or don’t know when it’s your turn to speak o-o-or whatever.”

“So I can only be normal to people who already think my species is weird enough that they have no idea what I’m supposed to behave like?” Morty responds despondently.

“No, Morty, I’m saying it doesn’t matter. You can do whatever you want, be whoever you want.”

Morty doesn’t respond to that, and Rick remains silent. Eventually, Morty speaks up.

“I-I always knew I was different, y’know? I could never make friends or-or understand things as easy as other kids could. But hearing my teacher talk about me like there was something wrong with me… it made it real.”

Morty’s words choke themselves into silence as he ends the sentence. Rick can’t reply, emotions hijacking his brain. He pulls Morty back into a hug instead. After a moment, Morty continues, his voice quiet and muffled against Rick’s shoulder.

“A-and I know I’m not smart like you, or Mom, or Summer, and I thought that if you knew there was something wrong with me… you might not take me on adventures anymore. Or you might get a new Morty instead. One that’s not… broken.”

“Hey, stop that.” Rick scolds Morty, shaking him gently. “You’re not broken, OK? Neither of us are.”

“Y-you mean it, Rick?”

“Course I do, buddy.”

Morty nestles into him even closer and Rick feels his grip tighten without meaning to.

“Thank you.” he hears Morty mumble, so quietly he almost can’t hear it.

After a while, Morty loosens his grip and Rick responds in kind. Morty pulls back to wipe at his eyes before his stomach growls loudly.

“Oh. I guess I should eat, huh?” he chuckles sheepishly.

Both of their gazes turn simultaneously to the plate of food on Morty’s desk. Rick has to admit, it wasn’t the best even when it was fresh, but after sitting out for a while it looks outright unappetising.

“You wanna go to that place we found on Epsilon 12?” he finds himself offering.

“Really?” Morty asks, finally seeming to perk up.

“Sure thing, buddy.”

Rick rests a hand on Morty’s shoulder as he shoots a portal and guides his grandson through it. It might be too late to shield Morty from discrimination completely, but he resolves to try his best anyway.

#rick and morty #rnm #rick sanchez #morty smith #autistic rick #autistic rick sanchez #autistic morty #autistic morty smith #rick and morty fanfic #rnm fanfic #my writing #my fic #also the bulk of this was written pre 6x09 #including the ‘dont spoil your appetite’ line from beth #so after that episode i did question whether to leave it in but i thought it would be funny #also we all know that rick can’t say no to his girls

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I have nothing if I don't have you

(Chapter 2)

Kriiiiing!

Kakashi hated that sound. The sound of the alarm clock beside his bed. It's not the alarm's fault. The alarm had carried out its task according to its orders, waking Kakashi at 6 o'clock.

But Kakashi was still reluctant to wake up. He still felt tired and sleepy, because just like the previous days, he had difficulty sleeping at night. This has happened every night, since 2 years ago, since Rin suddenly left his side, left their family, left their home.... by only leaving a message on a piece of paper that she had decided to pursue her dream long ago, to become a famous actress. Rin couldn't be contacted either. Her cellphone number is not active. The emails that Kakashi sent were never answered. Her social media is also not up to date. Even when Kakashi contacted Rin's mother, she answered that she didn't know where Rin was.

Kakashi got up and reluctantly walked to the bathroom. However, he still had to get ready for work.

After showering and getting dressed, Kakashi went down to the kitchen, heated water to make coffee and baked a slice of bread, not 4 as usual, because today there would be someone else preparing breakfast for his three children. Well... at least starts from today, his daily duties will be lighter.

The water kettle makes a sound indicating that the water inside has boiled. Kakashi turned off the stove and left the kettle for 10 minutes so that the coffee wouldn't be too hot. While waiting 10 minutes, as usual he fiddled with his smartphone, skimmed the news and checked his email.

When he was about to pour hot water into a cup containing instant coffee, his doorbell rang. Kakashi looked at the wall clock in the kitchen. 7 o'clock. It must be Tenzo. On time like yesterday. He put the kettle down and walked to open the door.

"Good morning, Sir!" Tenzo greeted excitedly when Kakashi opened the door.

Kakashi was a bit surprised by Tenzo's enthusiasm. It felt like he still couldn't believe that the person standing in front of him was a man. His long brunet hair was still flowing like yesterday and he was still wearing a t-shirt with a cat on it, jeans and a sling bag. His wide eyes narrowed with a smile.

"Umm...Is something wrong, sir?" Tenzo asked

"Oh...no...nothing... Good morning, tenzo. Please come in."

"Thank you, sir." Tenzo bowed and went into the house.

"The children will wake up in a moment. Please prepare breakfast and lunch, then take them to school. All the food ingredients are in the refrigerator. If you need to buy groceries, please use the money in the drawer."

"Roger that, sir!"

"Do you know where their school is?"

"I know, sir!"

"Good. The car key is in the glove compartment. And they have to be at school before 8."

"Don't worry, sir! You can count on me." Tenzo said while clenching his right hand.

"Okay then, I'll go now."

Kakashi sipped his coffee, took his toast with his right hand, took his briefcase and car key with his left hand, then went to the office.

After Kakashi left, Tenzo walked towards the kitchen, looked at what food or drinks were available, both in the cupboard and in the refrigerator, then thought about what breakfast and lunch he could make with the existing food ingredients. It didn't take long for Tenzo to get an idea of what to make.

Kriiiiiiiing....there was an alarm sound from upstairs.

"It must be Sakura, Sai, and Naruto's alarm. OK, I'll start cooking..." Tenzo said to himself while clenching his fists.

A few moments later, sakura and sai came down. As usual, Sakura went down the stairs lazily, yawning, stretching her body, and rubbing her eyes. Meanwhile Sai came down with a pale, expressionless face.

"Good morning!" Tenzo said cheerfully.

Sakura and Sai were surprised, partly because they weren't used to seeing Tenzo in the kitchen that morning, and partly because at the dining table there were 3 plates of sandwiches and 3 glasses of orange juice. Usually they only see toast and milk.

"Enjoy your breakfast." Tenzo said smiling. "In a moment, I'll finish making your lunch and then I'll take you to school.

Sakura and Sai looked at each other. Then they sat down and took sandwiches on their plates.

Sakura looked at the sandwich in her hand, took a bite, then chewed slowly. She then felt something on her tongue. "That's really great..." she said...in her heart...she didn't want his praise to be heard by Tenzo who was busy preparing lunch.

Meanwhile Sai was holding a sandwich while watching Sakura next to him. Sai became curious. He then started eating his sandwich. He stopped for a moment after taking the first bite, because he also felt that the sandwich was very delicious. But sai is not as expressive as sakura even though it is only in the heart. The fact that he continues to eat his sandwich until it's finished is a sign that he likes it.

Tenzo finished preparing his lunch, then looked at Sakura and Sai. They were both finishing their orange juice. Then Tenzo realized, Naruto hadn't come down yet.

"Umm...where is Naruto?" Tenzo asked.

"That lazy boy must be still in his bed..." Sakura answered nonchalantly.

Tenzo went up and headed for the only room whose door was still closed. That must be Naruto's room, thought Tenzo. He knocked on the door. When there was no answer, he opened it slowly. Naruto's room was a mess. Toys and clothes were scattered here and there. Naruto himself was still asleep under his blanket. Tenzo approached and sat next to Naruto.

"Naruto...come on, get up. It's time for you to get ready for school..." said Tenzo.

No answer.

Tenzo sat next to Naruto and touched him gently. "Naruto...come on, wake up..."

"Uuuh...I don't want to wake up..."

"But you have to go to school..."

"I don't want to go to school..." Naruto answered while still closing his eyes.

"Why you do not want?"

"Anyway, I don't want to." he answered while covering his face with the blanket.

"If you don't go to school, you won't be able to meet your teacher, you won't be able to play with your friends..."

"I don't like school. I don't want to meet teachers. I don't want to play with friends." Naruto answered from under the blanket.

Tenzo thought. He had to find a way to get Naruto to wake up and go to school.

"Naruto...do you like ice cream?"

Naruto was silent for a moment, then answered "Like..."

"How about I buy you ice cream. There's a new ice cream shop near the school. If you want, you can choose the flavor of ice cream you want, you can choose the toppings you like, and you can eat as much as you want." Tenzo said

"Really????" Naruto opened the blanket.

Tenzo nodded with a smile.

"Yeeeaaaahhh.....I want ice cream!"

"But there is one condition..."

"Oh nooo! What's that????"

"You have to go to school."

Naruto's enthusiasm immediately died out.

"How about that" Tenzo asked

"Umm... okay... but... can you accompany me while at school? I don't want to be left behind..." said Naruto.

Tenzo smiled and nodded.

"Now go downstairs for breakfast and get ready to go. OK?"

Soon everything was ready on the terrace. When Tenzo was locking the door, Naruto said...

"Sakura...lace my shoes..."

"Do it yourself, lazy!" Sakura answered.

"Sai..." said naruto

"Don't want to." Sai answered flatly.

"Naruto, why don't you tie your own shoes?" Tenzo asked.

"Because he's a spoiled and lazy child. It's his father who always strings him along..." said Sakura. Naruto whined while stomping his feet.

Tenzo knelt in front of Naruto, leveled his eyes with Naruto's, then held his shoulders. "Listen Naruto. I will teach you how to tie shoes. Pay attention, because starting tomorrow you have to tie your own shoes..."

"Don't want to!"

"If you don't want to, then you go to school without shoes, and maybe everyone at school will look at you strange and even laugh at you..." said Tenzo firmly.

"Uughhh.....alright...." said Naruto reluctantly.

Tenzo sighed then smiled. "You're a great kid, Naruto. I'm sure you can tie your own shoes. Now pay attention..." Tenzo started tying Naruto's shoes slowly.

"Well, it's easy, right? You can do it. Alright, let's go. Don't be late for school." And finally, the four of them went to school.

Konoha Corp is one of the large contracting companies in the city. The office building is magnificent and very artistic. After driving for half an hour, Kakashi's car finally arrived at the basement parking level. After parking his car, Kakashi walked towards the elevator. Usually he has to run because he is late after taking his children to school. But today he could walk casually to the elevator.

Kakashi entered the elevator together with 3 female employees. The three of them immediately became embarrassed, gave each other codes, and straightened their makeup. It was clear that they were happy to be in the same elevator as Kakashi, and it was no longer a secret that many female employees were attracted to Kakashi. Kakashi himself never cared about it because he wasn't interested at all.

Since Rin left 2 years ago, Kakashi decided to focus all his thoughts, feelings and energy only on his three children and his work. He didn't want to think about falling in love or anything like that at all.

Finally the elevator arrived at the 10th floor. The marketing floor. Kakashi walked towards his room. As a marketing manager, of course he has his own room. He put his bag away and turned on the computer.

"Wow...wow...what a surprise! Who's here so early?" Who's Genma?

"Aren't you always late, Kakashi?" Gai said.

"Morning Genma...morning Gai..." Kakashi greeted his two subordinates. Even though they were subordinates, they were kakashi's close friends.

"You didn't take your children to school? It's not Sunday, right?" Genma said as he sat at Kakashi's table.

"Someone has already taken them..." answered Kakashi while looking at his computer screen.

"Oh...who?" Gai asked as he sat down and crossed his legs on the chair across from Kakashi's desk.

"New nanny." Kakashi answered without looking away from the computer screen.

"Oooh... you finally got a new nanny..." said Gai.

"She must be a middle-aged woman, with a firm face, gentle eyes that can suddenly turn scary sharp, white hair pulled back into a bun, and a long-sleeved shirt and long skirt, right?" Genma guessed while crossing his arms over his chest.

"Umm... not really. The new nany is 3 years younger than me, with a couple wide and soft eyes, long brunet hair, not in a ponytail or bun, and so far always wears a t-shirt with a cat picture on it and jeans..."

"Really??? That means she must be so beautiful, right?" Gai asked excitedly while leaning towards Kakashi.

Kakashi thought. Tenzo may looks pretty, but he's a male....

"Who's so beautiful?" A voice from the doorway startled kakashi, genma and gai. That's Anko, the main manager of the architectural section at Konoha Corp and the only daughter of the director.

"Genma met a middle-aged woman, with a firm face, gentle eyes that could suddenly turn scary sharp, white hair pulled back into a bun, and wearing a long-sleeved shirt with a long skirt. And Gai thinks that the woman was so beautiful... "Kakashi replied casually.

Anko wore a clueless expression. How could a woman like that be so beautiful? "Genma and Gai are weird..." thought Anko.

"Is there anything I can help you with, Anko?" Kakashi asked.

"Here are some documents. Dad wants you to study them." Anko said as she walked to Kakashi's table.

"Oh... thank you. Sorry for bothering you. Why didn't the director just call me to his room..." said Kakashi

"Because I my self offered to take it here..." answered Anko while placing the document right in front of Kakashi and blinking one eye. "Okay. See you soon, Ka-ka-shi..." Anko turned and walked out of Kakashi's room.

"She didn't even care we were both in this room too..." Gai said with teary eyes.

"Well...it can't be helped. It's clear she likes Kakashi..." said Genma.

"You're really lucky, Kakashi. All the female employees, even the director's daughter, like you. You just have to choose which one you like to go on a date with..." said Gai.

"I'm not interested..." Kakashi answered while opening the document from the director.

"None of them caught your attention?????" Genma asked.

"Nope..." Kakashi answered briefly.

"Why??? Aren't they all beautiful and smart... and there are also some who are very rich, like Anko..." asked Gai.

"I'm not interested in them at all. I'm more interested in the assignment I gave you two last week. Hand me the report now..." said Kakashi, who was greeted with unenthusiastic complaints from Genma and Gai.

Meanwhile...

Tenzo, Sakura, Sai, and Naruto arrive at school. Sakura and Sai walked towards their school building. Meanwhile Tenzo took Naruto to the building next to him. Tenzo kept his promise to Naruto, after taking Naruto to class, he sat on a park bench in the school yard, waiting for Naruto.

Two hours later several parents came to pick up their children at kindergarten. The school bell rang. Kindergarten children walk out of their classrooms. Some left the classroom by running excitedly to their parents who had come to pick them up, while others left the classroom casually while chatting.

Tenzo got up from his seat, waiting for Naruto to appear. Not long after, Naruto was seen. A happy expression appeared on his face to see Tenzo kept his promise to wait for him at school. He immediately ran towards Tenzo and immediately hide behind him. Tenzo was confused as to why Naruto was hiding behind him and holding his shirt tightly.

"Orphan...orphan..." shouted a boy, followed by the laughter of two other children next to him. They mocked Naruto as they walked away.

Naruto tightened his grip on Tenzo's shirt. After the children had left, he released his grip. Tenzo turned around, then knelt in front of Naruto.

"Naruto..." said Tenzo while touching his cheek gently.

"Why... why did mom leave..." Naruto struggled to hold back tears. Tenzo hugged Naruto, he himself didn't know who and where Naruto's mother was and didn't know what to say.

After a while, tenzo said "How about I keep my promise? Treat you ice cream?" Naruto nodded in his arms. Tenzo got up, carrying Naruto, then walked to a new ice cream shop not far from there.

As soon as he entered and saw the various colors and flavors of ice cream, various toppings, and various colorful balloons that could be taken for free, Naruto immediately forgot his sadness.

"Well, you can choose the flavors and toppings you like..." said Tenzo as he put Naruto down.

Not long after, Tenzo and Naruto were sitting on the bench in the school yard. Naruto enjoyed 3 flavors of ice cream with chocochip and sprinkles toppings in his right hand, while his left hand held a red balloon. Tenzo sat next to him enjoying vanilla ice cream with walnut topping.

"Is it delicious?" Tenzo asked. Naruto nodded as he continued to lick his ice cream.

"You like it?" Tenzo asked again. Naruto nodded again while licking his ice cream enthusiastically.

"Thank goodness...." Tenzo said.

When the ice cream was finished, Naruto raised both of his hands while exclaiming "It's really goooood!"

Tenzo smiled, then asked Naruto. "Umm...naruto, can I ask you something?"

Naruto nodded his head happily.

"Those kids...are they your friends?"

The happy expression on Naruto's face immediately disappeared. He lowered his hands, lowered his head, fell silent, then nodded slowly...

"Do they always do that to you?"

Naruto nodded.

"Is that what makes you not want to go to school?"

Naruto nodded again.

"How did you feel when they did like that?"

"I....I....I don't like....I don't like them calling me that. But...I also don't like that mom is gone...why is she gone...why?" Tears started to roll down Naruto's cheeks. "All the children are always dropped off and picked up by their mothers. When there are events at school, their mothers always come, but my mother doesn't..."

They were both silent for a moment. The wind blows softly...

"You know Naruto...I myself have never met my mother..." said Tenzo while looking forward.

Naruto raised his face, looking at Tenzo.

"My mother died shortly after giving birth to me. So I never saw her face directly, I never heard her voice, and she also never took me to school or came to my school when there were parent events."

"Then who takes you to school or comes to school when there are parent events?"

"My sister" answered Tenzo while smiling at Naruto. "I used to feel jealous when I saw other children being dropped off or picked up by their mothers. Some of the children also made fun of me. So I often cried and was angry about why my mother had to leave me so quickly. Then one day my sister said, instead of spending time and energy on crying and angry, wouldn't it be better if I focused on doing everything with the best I could do, so that I could make my mother or the people around me proud of me and happy. Since then I decided not to cry and get angry anymore. I decided to always do everything with the best effort that I can do and enjoy it. So my heart feels spacious and light. Then I can be the champion in class and I always get the best score in every subject. That made me don't have time to pay attention to the ridicule of my friends, so in the end they themselves stop mock me." Tenzo's gaze was still directed far ahead. Meanwhile Naruto was still looking at Tenzo next to him, with a look of surprise and admiration.

"So...how about you focus on doing the best you can in everything you should do, Naruto? And enjoy it? Since the first time I saw you, I knew and I was sure that you were a tough, strong and great child... Tenzo said while wiping the tears from Naruto's cheeks.

Naruto nodded and smiled at tenzo. Tenzo raised his right hand for a high five, and Naruto patted it firmly.

"All right. We still have an hour until Sakura and Sai finish school. How about we go shopping at the market?"

"Okay. I want to buy a lot of chocolate and candy!!!"

"No..."

"What?? Why???"

"You've eaten too many sweets today..."

"But I want chocolate and candy..."

"No."

"I want..."

"No."

The two of them continued to argue while walking casually to the nearest market.

That evening, after dinner, Sakura, Sai, and Naruto went to their rooms. At 7 o'clock Kakashi arrived home. When he opened the door, Tenzo was standing near the sofa.

"Welcome home, sir." Tenzo said with a warm smile. Kakashi was a bit surprised, because it was unusual for someone to greet him like that when he came home from work.

"Can I go home now, sir?

"Yes, of course. You can go home, Tenzo."

"Umm... I prepared dinner for you, sir. Just in case if you haven't had dinner yet..."

"Oh...thank you very much..."

"You're welcome sir." Tenzo said as he bowed, then took his bag and went out.

After closing the door, Kakashi went upstairs. When he entered Naruto's room, Kakashi was surprised because Naruto's room was very neat, not as messy as usual.

"Wow... I'm surprised your room is so neat. Was there just a storm that put everything back in its place?" Kakashi asked while sitting on the bed holding Naruto in his arms.

"I was competing to tidy up my room with Tenzo. Tenzo divided my room into two parts, I tidied up here and he tidied up over there. The loser has to treat the winner ice cream tomorrow."

"Oh... I see... Then, who's the lucky one who will get an ice cream treat tomorrow?"

"Of course I am!" Naruto answered happily. Kakashi laughed while rubbing Naruto's head.

"Tenzo also brought me lunch, bear-shaped rice balls, cute and tasted very good too..."

"Really? That's good."

"Umm....Dad...."

"Hmm?"

"Will Tenzo come here again tomorrow?"

"Of course. Tomorrow he will still work here. At least for the next 3 months. Why?"

"I want Tenzo here..."

"Are you sure? Usually you didn't like previous nannies?"

"But I like Tenzo. I want Tenzo here, dad...forever..."

"Ummmm....Well... let's see then..." answered Kakashi while hugging and kissing Naruto's head.

After saying good night to Naruto, Sai, and Sakura, Kakashi went down to the kitchen. Not like usual either, this time the kitchen was clean and tidy. On the table there is a square bowl. When Kakashi opened the lid, what was inside was beef lasagna. Kakashi sat down, took a fork, scooped up beef lasagna and put it in his mouth. Kakashi chewed it slowly. Delicious...so delicious, he thought.

Coincidentally, he himself hadn't had dinner either. Usually he orders fast food. Apparently Tenzo is good at cooking and tidying the house. Kakashi also didn't expect Tenzo to get close to Naruto so quickly.

Even though it was only Tenzo's first day working here, for some reason Kakashi felt that his house felt more.....hommey.

Then kakashi thought about Naruto's words earlier, "I want Tenzo here dad...forever...."

"For...ever?" Kakashi muttered.

To be continued.... :)

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amive2567 · 2 years

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Shalom! Can I please order a ☕️🧋With Sick Dabi? Thanks!

Ingredients: Sick Dabi x Reader (they/them)

Contains: breakups, minor violence (no one gets really hurt), hurtful words, swearing, arguments, Dabi is sick, ungretfulness,

Summary: Dabi is sick, but what if his ungratefulness takes the most precious thing from him?

Words: 1626

Type of order: Cupcake (Oneshot), coffee (angst), Bubble tea (request)

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A/N: Thank you so much for your order. I hope it's to your liking. The sickness got a bit forgotten towards the end, but I hope you still like it. 💕

The day at work was stressful. Customers were storming in and out, you had barely any break. You simply wanted to come home, eat something from your favorite delivery service, and perhaps cuddle on the couch with Dabi while watching a movie. Of course, if he sneaked into your flat.

You turn your key in the lock to finally enter your home. “Argh, finally.” you groaned as you got rid of your shoes. The house was quiet, just how you liked it. You placed your keys in your gorgeous key bowl, which Dabi created for your first anniversary. You approached the living room with delicate steps, not expecting to see him, yet there he was. His black hair adhered to his sweaty forehead. Every now and then a whine fell from his lips. You were beyond worried, never in your entire relationship was Dabi sick. Not even after you both dashed home in the pouring rain in the dead of winter. You approached your boyfriend with quiet steps. With a gentle movement, you laid your hand on his forehead to feel if he has a fever. Just as you thought, he was boiling.

Dabi grabbed your arm and yanked it from his brow in a split second. “Leave me alone,” he growled, visibly annoyed. “Ok, I will prepare some soup for you,” you whispered. You attempted to kiss him on his hot cheeks, but he just turned around. Well, he was annoyed by his sickness, so you didn't pay any mind to it. He just had a bad time now, it will be better if he rested enough and ate something. The kitchen was still a mess from breakfast this morning, you had to leave in a rush and Dabi headed to somewhere you didn’t know. Before you could prepare the soup you had to clean this mess. Good for Dabi so he could rest even more. With a faint smile on your lips, you cleaned the dishes, the counters and prepared the ingredients.

After some hours the soup was finally finished. You put all your love and heart into it, you hoped that Dabi loved this soup. He always adores your cooking, so why shouldn’t he? Finishing the last decorative elements, in the form of chopped seaweed, you put the bowl of soup and a glass of water on a tray, which was usually used for breakfast in bed. “Dabs, I am finished. Do you want to try a bit? Maybe it will help.” you asked calmly. He growled. You weren’t sure what this meant so you asked again. “Do you want to try my soup?” “Fuck off Y/N. I don’t need your stupid soup. I don’t need your help.” he barked and slapped the tray out of your hold. The bowl fell loudly on the new gray carpet, and the hot soup splashed on your thighs. Burning pain made you gasp, but you ignored it. The shock of his words hurt more than the hot soup per se. “I will get something to clean up,” you mumbled quietly.

You vanished into the bathroom and got some towels from the cupboard. As you wanted to enter the living room your steps came to a hold. Dabi was talking with someone. His voice was not as deep as always, because of his sniff, but he still sounded angry and annoyed. “Shiggy, you won’t believe it. They made me a soup. It probably tastes like piss, like all their cooking. They are so useless. This stupid behavior really pisses me off. It's so annoying. I need to hang up, Y/N is probably almost back to clean their mess, they are useless as I said. See ya.”

Tears were running down your cheeks. You could barely manage to hold your cries. You were already insecure so why did he have to bash on it? Why all of the sudden? Have you done something wrong? Did he only use you? You took a deep breath and tried to calm yourself down, even though you were boiling with hurt and anger. With a swift movement, you wiped your tears away. You entered the living room.

Dabi just put his phone away, as you entered. “Can I ask you something?” you whispered, attempting not to anger him even more. “You already did.” He snorted and rolled his eyes. “What did I do to you, to make you so angry?” You quickly got up and walked to the kitchen. He raised an eyebrow behind your back. “Are you stupid? You are just an annoyance, you are useless and just utterly stupid. I don’t need someone like you in my life. You’re selfish and only do something for me when you feel like it, not when I need it. This whole relationship is just for my benefit. I used you, you stupid girl.” His smoky voice grew louder with every word. And with his words came new tears. They were now running down your cheeks like little rivers, your voice shivered as you answered. “Get out, I don’t want to see you ever again. How could you just act like you love me and give me such lovely gifts? You faked it all. You asshole. You're dead to me.” You hit Dabi with the towel you used to wipe up the soup. With each punch, your insults to him grew louder. Dabi was used to worse, so he just stood there and waited until you were exhausted. “I am going then,'' he said nonchalantly, like nothing of this argument mattered to him.

As the door closed with a loud thud, you broke down. Tears of rage and despair streamed down your chin and dropped on the slanted floor. The pain inside of your chest was unbearable. All of those years, for nothing. Every “I love you” was fake. Every breakfast in bed was fake. Every date you both went on was fake. He only used you, like some doll. Just like he always had called you. You slammed your fist into the ground until the skin of your knuckles grew bloody. The pain and betrayal you felt couldn't be formed into words. It just felt as if someone had ripped your kind and loving heart out.

At the same time, Dabi tried to get himself down the stairs, but due to his sickness, he had to sit down in front of your door. The apartment building was cold, not like your cozy apartment. He hated himself for his stupid words, nothing of it was true, but his insecurities got the better of him. “Damn it,” he swore loudly. You were just too good for him, too kind, and way too great, but he didn’t want you to be involved in his criminal actions. His head began to spin as he continued to curse himself. Before he passed out he typed Shigaraki a short message. “Don’t need to get me, I'll stay.” After he pressed on ‘sent’ the world grew dark around him.

The next morning you awoke in the middle of the kitchen. The whole crying got you so tired that you passed out on the cold floor. You felt as if you hadn’t slept at all, besides that your back was also hurting. With a deep breath, you started your horrible day. The pain of yesterday was still too present. You got dressed in your sports clothes as you wanted to go jogging, to forget this horrible feeling. But as you opened your front door, the sleeping Dabi fell onto your feet. Even though you wanted to be angry at him and ignore him, your pity for him was bigger. You wanted to kick your ass, for your next move. With a gentle pat on his head, you woke him up. “Dabi, get in my flat and sleep there. It’s more comfortable.” He looked up at you with tired eyes. “Mhm.” he only grumbled, as he got up.

Without a word, he entered your flat. You snort but follow him back inside. As you closed the door, Dabi finally spoke up. “I am deeply sorry about yesterday,” he mumbled. You crossed your arms above your chest and raised an eyebrow. “I won’t accept your apology. What you said yesterday really hurt my feelings and at the moment I am too angry at you to believe you. You said you used me, how could I trust you with your words now.” you said coldly. He nodded sadly. Well, he knew that you wouldn’t believe his apology. “Please let Shigaraki take care of you and leave. We need a break. First I have to build up trust again. I loved you, really, but you hurt me too much to let you stay in my life at the moment. Maybe we will get back together and if not then not.” Your voice shivered, but you didn’t want to cry about it now. Dabi only nodded and went straight to the door, but before he left he said something that made you regret your choice. “To be honest, all of it was a lie. I would never use you. I love you way too much, to ever betray you, but I am not a good person. You shouldn’t be involved in my crimes. I somehow wanted to protect the most precious thing in my life by destroying it completely. I knew that this would be a decision that would destroy my life, but t’s better that you are safe now instead of me being selfish. I will always love you, no matter what. I hope you will have a good time. I hope we will meet again.” He left your flat and took your heart with him. He would always be your first and last love.

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arrowfleur · 11 months

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They don’t get to change you

Asher/David

Words: 3.4k Read it on ao3 here!

Asher is involved in a hazing incident at college. David comforts him.

First section under the cut <3

Asher had never felt more humiliated in his life. He tried not to think about the nights events as he pressed the key card against the lock. With one arm clinging to his side, he used his spare hand to slide the door shut behind him without making too much noise. He knew David would be asleep.

It had made sense for them to share a dorm together when they went to college, even though they were doing two completely different courses. Even though Asher was messy and David was somewhat of a neat freak. Even though Asher was a night owl and David went to bed at 10pm almost every night. It had never even crossed his mind that they wouldn’t share a room together. God-knows they’d always shared everything else.

Well, almost everything else.

“Ash?”

Asher moved slowly over to the cupboard by the bathroom to grab a fresh towel. He knew David knew it was him. Pack could usually tell. David could always tell. It was more just his way of asking if everything was alright without actually asking.

Sometimes if Asher had been excited for a night out, he’d sit down and tell David about it whilst he was still half asleep. That way, Asher could get all his energy out whilst David at least got some level of rest.

To be fair to David he did at least try to listen, quiet ‘Huh's?’ and ‘Yeah’s’ morphing into soft snores and slow breaths. Asher didn’t mind, he knew he could be a lot at times.

But this time he really didn’t feel like keeping David up at till ass o-clock in the morning just to inform him that his new team had all turned out to be immature assholes.

“Asher?” David spoke a little louder this time.

Asher braced himself, forcing in a slightly deeper breath then he could manage. “Yeah buddy it’s me. Sorry didn’t mean to wake you.” He cringed at the way his voice broke slightly, grabbing some clean boxers and a t-shirt and standing up as tall as he could. Like it would make him seem sturdy.

He could hear the bedsheets ruffling again, as if David was sitting up. Shit he’d noticed. Of course, he’d noticed, Asher was never this quiet.

“Are you ok?”

David’s voice was rougher and deeper than usual from sleep but Asher could still hear the genuine concern in his tone.

Asher turned towards the bathroom not bothering to look over at his best friend. He didn’t need to.

“Yeah, I’m okay.” He laughed as if David’s concern was completely unfounded. “Just getting a shower, you can go back to sleep.”

And with that he slipped into the bathroom. He wasn’t planning to lie to David. He’d tell him what happened eventually but right now all he wanted was to wash the sticky beer out of his hair and go to bed.

Asher squinted when he turned the light on, eyes adjusting to the brightness as he stripped off his clothes. He caught his reflection in the mirror, and turned away once he noticed those damn lines across his face.

He stepped into the shower, not bothering to let the water heat beforehand. Asher leant his head back, willing the water to run over his eyes, the coldness of it numbing the aches across his torso.

He stood like that for a while, thinking.

He’d been so proud when he’d seen his name on the list for the varsity team. He was the only freshman on there, his Shifter biology played a part in it, making him stronger and faster than most teenagers plus he’d practised damn hard too.

Although he knew it might take his team-mates a little while to warm up to him, especially since one of their friends would have been put onto JV to make space for him, Asher wasn’t too worried. He had always been good at making friends. It was one of his best qualities.

Thats why he didn’t question it when his team-mates invited him to a party. Why he was possibly less apprehensive than he should have been when they told him to go down to the basement with them. And why the way they had treated him was so hard to comprehend.

Drink Up Mutt

His eyes flung open as the sound of his team-mates laughing bounced around his head. Quickly, he washed his body. Biting his lip so he wouldn't grunt as the sponge glided over his bruising side.

He barely dried off, running the towel over himself once before getting dressed and making his way to bed.

He just needed to sleep it off.

Read the rest on A03!

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gabby-i-guess · 28 days

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ADHD PSA #3: Bath time 🛀

So I just moved into a new house, and for whatever reason, the gremlins living in my brain have decided that the new shower has ‼️BAD VIBES‼️ and therefore will only agree to let me have a shower when ABSOLUTELY NECESSARY. I've been trying to figure out ways to bribe them into liking the shower, so here are a few ways I've tried to make my shower ADHD accessible.

1) DIY waterproof phone holder

Yes I know I sound like an iPad kid, but if having an audiobook/music/YouTube video playing while I shower lets me shower, I'm ok with that.

All you do is take a sturdy ziplock bag, pop your phone and a large bull clip inside, and zip it up tight (give it a lil squeeze to make sure there are no gaps). Now you can clip the bag onto your shower caddy from the inside, or another ledge or something (get creative), and voila - your phone stays totally dry and you stay entertained. You can even somewhat use your phone through the plastic, so you can change songs etc. When you're done, unclip the unopened bag, take it to a dry place, and you can open it and take your phone out there.

Here's a photo for demo:

2) Sort your shit out

Personally, I get super overwhelmed by all the steps in self-care tasks, including but not limited to showers. Routines like that involve like 10 steps that call on skills ADHDers really struggle with, like decisions, organisation, memory, executive functioning, and planning. So I've made things as simple as they can possibly be for me.

I have 4 little baskets in my cupboard for each of my regular routines:

morning (with makeup, sunscreen, moisturiser, and deoderant)

evening (with vitamin C serum, makeup wipes, pimple patches, and floss)

regular shower (with antibacterial soap, shampoo, conditioner, leave in conditioner, and a hair brush)

and ✨fancy shower✨ (with a razor, shaving cream, nice smelling soap, body moisturiser, curl cream, and a candle)

Now I can just yank out whatever basket I want and use whatever is in it on autopilot. Then, when I'm done, I can dump it all back into the basket and shove it all back into the cupboard. This method reduces how overwhelmed I get by so goddamn much that my fucking dentist commented on the noticeable improvement in my teeth, because I had actually consistently had the energy to floss. And when you're consistently flossing - well, it's only up from here baby 😎

3) DIY bath

The sensory experience of showering can be truly horrendous. And while I can't fix a lot of it, I can at least make it a little less... much. Yk?

So here's my solution:

Yup.

I got myself a blow up pool.

For my shower.

I am officially the coolest person alive.

This baby was $10 at Kmart, and is 80cm wide and 18cm deep - basically, cross your legs and it will not quite cover your thighs. To provide a little more insulation and some padding, I also popped an old towel under the pool. It's really not much, but it means I can sit down in comfortably warm water and splish-splosh myself clean. As opposed to showering, which (especially in a large bathroom/shower like I have now) is alternately way too cold and way too hot, way too loud, way too (I literally don't know how else to say it) "fast", way too out of control (so much splashing and water going everywhere, UGH), and just kinda generally way too much.

A bonus perk: I can finally use some nice pink bubble bath bombs from last Christmas 🥰🥰

I really hope one of these tips helps one of you out there. Keeping yourself clean is one of those "basics" that neurotypical/mentally well people don't realise is actually really hard.

You are doing a truly awesome job, and I'm truly, truly proud of you. Sending you love and warm, clean, sudsy thoughts ❤️

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fanficshiddles · 2 years

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Addicting Temptations, Chapter 11

Two weeks had passed since Jodie was claimed and mated by her new Alphas. Of course, they spent each night with her in her room, forcing pleasure upon her. Whilst her inner omega lapped it all up, her mind was still in a battle about it all.

They didn’t treat her badly, on the contrary, she was treated like a princess. She got to eat the best of the best, whatever she wanted. She got to play whatever she wanted in the games room, do whatever she wanted really. Providing it was within the walls. Or the balcony in the pool.

Though she couldn’t actually swim, though she wished she could. But she had never gotten lessons or had anyone teach her how. So to keep her fitness up she used the cycling machine that was in the games room, since she couldn’t go out for walks or anything.

Charlie she was rather fond of. She felt comfortable around him and like she could be more herself, because he wasn’t expecting anything of her. Tom and David still scared her, not that they had hurt her, far from it. They were just really… intimidating.

Tom and David had just fucked her into next week, making her cum as much as they could. They praised her lots during and after, confusing her even more because her omega just wanted to bathe in their praise. But she tried to keep her head straight and hope that soon, she would maybe be able to run away home back to her old Alpha…

‘Our good girl.’ David purred as he leaned over and kissed the top of her head.

She was stuck on Tom’s knot, he had her lying on top of him until it went down enough to pull out. David was at their side, leaning up on his elbow.

‘We need to go into the office for a little while. Do you want us to bring you anything home?’ Tom asked, trailing his fingers up and down her spine, making her tremble involuntarily.

She shook her head. ‘No… thanks…’

Jodie still didn’t really converse with them much. They found it was like pulling teeth, she only answered basically to them. But they knew it would still take some more time.

She whimpered when Tom’s knot went down enough and his cock slipped out, she always felt so empty afterwards. Even as she felt their cum dribbling down her inner thighs. They took her to the bathroom before leaving, to get her cleaned up.

That was something that Chris never used to do, he never cleaned her up afterwards and made sure she was comfortable. So she didn’t really know why these two Alphas did. It was oddly comforting, even from the scary Alphas, though she couldn’t really figure out why.

Tom dried her off with a large warm towel, then they kissed her forehead and left her to it for the afternoon. She found she could breathe a bit easier when they weren’t around, she could relax more.

After she got dressed, she went to the kitchen to get something to eat. The fridge and cupboards were always full, which was both good and bad. She found she was eating way too much. Perhaps a way to comfort herself, she didn’t really have anything else right now.

‘Hey, you doing ok?’ Charlie asked as he walked in.

She smiled at him and nodded. ‘Yeah, you?’

‘I’m good.’ He smiled. ‘Fancy a game of table tennis?’

‘You mean you actually want me to beat your ass again?’ Jodie laughed.

Charlie laughed too. ‘Maybe I’ve been practicing.’

The two headed off into the games room.

‘Why is he able to make her laugh. I’ve not seen her laugh with us yet.’ David growled, they were looking on the security cameras and saw Jodie with Charlie heading in to play some table tennis. She looked so carefree around him, relaxed and happy.

‘Maybe because he’s not so scary as you two are.’ Jessica piped up from the back of them.

Tom and David both spun around on their chairs to face her.

‘We’re not scary.’ They both said at the same time.

‘You both know you are. You wear bloody wolf masks to intentionally intimidate people.’ Jessica said as she put her hands on her hips.

‘But not with her.’ Tom muttered.

‘You both kidnapped her, claimed and mated her without her consent. I’d say that also plays a big part in why she’s not as relaxed around you both yet as she is with Charlie. Have either of you tried doing something other than fucking with her?’

Tom opened his mouth, but then shut it again.

‘Well… no…’ David frowned.

‘Not true, actually, we do eat with her. And have watched TV on occasion…’ Tom said quickly.

Jessica face-palmed. ‘Try playing some games with her, or go swimming together. Without any funny business.’

Jessica then walked away from them, shaking her head. ‘Unbelievable. Alphas that don’t know how to Alpha.’ She muttered under her breath.

When Tom and David returned home, they found their omega on the sofa watching TV. She instantly tensed up a bit.

‘Hello, pet.’ Tom purred and leaned over to kiss the top of her head. She closed her eyes and tried to calm her racing heart down… Though she wasn’t entirely sure why it was racing, whether it was fear or something else…

David did the same, then they took off their jackets.

‘Have you used the pool yet, kitten?’ David asked.

Jodie looked at him and shook her head.

‘Well, why don’t we go for a swim?’ He suggested.

‘I… I don’t know how to swim.’ Jodie said quietly. ‘I always meant to get lessons, but never did.’

‘There’s no time like the present to learn. Come on, let’s go for a dip.’ Tom said with a smile.

‘I don’t have a swimming costume.’

‘There’s one in the lower drawer in your room.’ Tom winked at her.

Of course there is. She had to resist the urge to roll her eyes, they had everything.

Knowing she wasn’t going to get out of it, she went to her room and fished out the swimming costume. It was a two piece, didn’t leave overly much to the imagination but they had seen everything anyway.

By the time she gained up the courage to go to the pool, her Alphas were already in their trunks and in the pool. She stood awkwardly at the shallow edge, arms wrapped around herself as she looked down at the water.

David swam over to where she was, he put his arms up out towards her. ‘Come on.’ He coaxed gently.

Jodie wanted to get in the pool, she just didn’t really want to get in to be next to them… or did she?

She knelt down and sat on the edge, letting her legs dip into the water. David moved forward and took hold of her to help her slide in. The shallow end wasn’t as shallow as most pools, it was up to her chest, but she felt comfortable enough there.

Tom swam up to join them. ‘Let’s teach you how to swim. It’s about learning to relax in the water and to float. Which is something your body should naturally know how to do.’

‘We’ll help you get started.’ David reached under the water and took hold of her legs, he gently pulled them up and she panicked a bit, but Tom took hold of her upper body to stop her from going under.

Between the two of them, they supported her as she floated.

‘Relax, kitten.’ David said.

Though it wasn’t easy for her to do that.

‘Gently move your arms back and fore.’ Tom suggested.

She did as he said and did feel a slight difference, more so when she did actually start to relax more.

‘That’s it, good girl.’ The Alphas both purred at the same time.

Jodie felt a spark of excitement shoot through her at their praise. She closed her eyes and tried to steady her breathing some more. She was soon so focused on just being in the water and relaxed, that she didn’t actually realise they were no longer supporting her.

‘That’s it, you’re going to be a natural swimmer.’ David grinned.

Jodie smiled widely and let out an excited laugh, so pleased she was floating in the water herself. Though Tom and David were still close by if she needed.

Once she got to grips with just floating, they taught her to float on her front and what movements to do for swimming the breaststroke. She picked it up quite quick and was soon swimming the length of the pool, though she was a bit nervous in the deep end, but the Alphas were right there, ready to grab her if she needed them to.

And at one point, she did. She messed up a stroke and ended up with her face under the water and she panicked slightly, splashing about. Tom quickly grabbed her and she clung to him a little too tightly for her liking.

‘You’re alright, pet. I’ve got you.’ He soothed and rubbed her back, he took her to the shallow end.

‘Maybe just go across the way a few times and end it there, you’ve done well for your first lesson.’ David suggested.

Jodie let go of Tom, unable to stop a blush from creeping up her face that the Alphas spotted. She did a few more swims across the width of the pool, then was happy to get out and get dried. David towel dried her, then finished by holding her chin and kissing her on the lips.

‘Th… Thanks… for teaching me to swim. It’s something I’ve always wanted to be able to do.’ She said quietly.

‘You’re welcome, kitten.’ David smiled and stroked her cheek with the back of his hand.

‘But never swim alone, if we aren’t here and you want to swim, get Charlie to watch. Understand?’ Tom said firmly.

Jodie nodded quickly.

‘How about we order take out? I’ve worked up an appetite.’ David suggested as they headed inside.

Tom agreed and Jodie nodded. She got to pick what food she wanted, so she went for Chinese. While they waited for it to arrive, they sat at the table and Tom poured them all a glass of wine.

‘Is there anything else you’ve always wanted to do, but never had the chance?’ David asked.

Jodie focused on her wine for a moment before answering. ‘It’s maybe a little silly… But my mum was a wonderful piano player. She never had time to teach me though, but promised one day she would. It’s something I always wanted to take up, to try. But I never got round to it.’ Jodie kept looking down, speaking about her mum was always a bit tough.

‘Where are your parents now?’ David asked. Jodie had really hoped that they weren’t going to ask that.

‘My mum passed away about fifteen years ago. My dad just… dropped off the radar. I have no idea where he is.’ She shrugged.

‘I’m sorry to hear that.’ Tom said sadly.

Jodie decided to be brave. ‘What about both of you… Are your parents around?’

David nodded. ‘Mine live in Spain, retired.’

‘My father passed away a few years ago, my mother is in a nursing home not far from here.’ Tom said.

Jodie was surprised they actually told her.

‘How do you two know each other?’ She asked.

Tom and David were delighted she was opening up a little bit.

‘We’ve been friends since we were, ohh, what, seven?’ David looked to Tom and he nodded.

‘From a young age we both had the same dream of owning our own business and running the city. We worked hard to get here.’ Tom grinned wolfishly.

Jodie looked back down at her glass, that was enough questions for today, she decided.

And to her relief, the food arrived soon after.

She had been surprised, but glad, that they never initiated sex that night, it made her feel like she wasn’t just a doll for them to play with. And she would be lying if she said she wasn’t still delighted about being able to swim.

The following morning when she woke up, Tom and David were already gone into work. So she lounged around in bed for a while, before eventually dragging herself up and into the shower. Once she was dressed, she left her room and on her way towards the kitchen, she stopped dead and gasped at what was now by the large window.

The most beautiful piano.

#Tom Hiddleston #David Tennant #Tom Hiddleston x OFC #David Tennant x OFC #omegaverse #Alpha Tom Hiddleston #Alpha David Tennant #fan fiction #addicting temptations

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firespirited · 1 year

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Today's walks were super humid and sweaty despite being up before the sun was high.

On the first, there was no one on the traffic-heavy main road so I took a quick look in the usually off-limits bin:

someone had emptied their bathroom cupboard into a clear bag and tossed it so I whipped out my foldable bag and put it in there to lug it home the 150m discreetly. Must be holiday makers or second home owners because several items were still sealed and a lot was barely used and newly bought.

I've got a honey scented skin lotion, a pot of shea butter and a bb cream in my pale skin tone. Some hair spray for doll hair styling.

J took the make up, checked dates and disinfected or tossed it. Mousse foundation, mattifying powder, bronze blush and highlighter in her skin tone and a lip stain. She got the nice acrylic and wood storage too.

M took two small sealed tubes of herbal hand creams and a big bottle of green clay for masks. There's also a tube of vitamin a cream I'm told is sought after as an anti wrinkle and scar repair treatment (?).

Next walk was with Talia and we did a small bit of hill for my lower back. We're never doing more than a mile round trip even on the longest walks but it's definitely progress from being stuck within 200m. It takes a lot of energy and I go nap or browse lying down afterwards.

It was midmorning when sis asked if I'd go to the phone booth library with her to drop off some books. It seemed like it would be ok as it was very overcast. I put on my sandals for the first time this year and set out. The sandals no longer fit so we had to sit while I attempted to poke new holes in the straps with a safety pin. Then the sun came out and it was like a sauna between the rainy ground and the heat. I clipped my hair back to stop the dripping into the eyes. Sis has a neat tennis cap that's on tight to prevent the same thing. Later, Talia got furious at an off leash well behaved pibble four times her size. Her growl is adorably pathetic but so sincere. She's got a harness with a handle so sis can just lift her up and she quickly calms down. We took the shortest way home as it was so muggy.

So: got my leg and hip work in, some time with sis and a scavenged haul. All in all very nice.

I'm going to be taking an extra painkiller at night for the next week at least and try avoid using my arms too much. I did have to wrangle Lily somewhat to remove burrs from her paws but that's not an avoidable task.

Sleepy head:

#saf #Ramblings #disability blogging #Rubbish scavenging

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pasta-in-the-blender · 2 years

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Don't do drugs kids

Hey everyone!

Me and Ghost (@guts-blood-n-screamzz) had this idea for a scenario with our ocs (Slyvester and Isa) and i finally finished writing it!

It's exactly 1200 words.

A major cw for; Someone going missing, v0m1t (a whole scene of it, ok), and the usage of drugs, specifically acid. Be careful please.

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Devastating.

It’s only been a week since Isabella went missing out of the blue. But no one else except Sylvester seems to remember.

They’ve been given someone, they've finally opened up, they thought they were finally getting better, and just like that; everything was ripped away from Slyvester like she’s never even had anything.

But literally. No one knew who this Isabella lady was, anything at all; even though Sylvester knew the people they were asking about her had definitely met Isa.

It felt like she was going crazy.

Like she never existed. Was this a long ongoing hallucination?

Has she finally lost it?

They don’t know. It’s hard to know anything while being in the void state after taking acid, laying on the floor of their oversized trash-bin of a room.

Everyone forgot about a whole person’s existence, but did they really exist?

Sylvester was so unsure. The memories felt so real, it must be real, right?

“She doesn't exist, you are crazy! But she felt so real, everyone else saw her, heard her, loved her! She was real!”

The cycle of uneasiness repeated itself in their head, and they just couldn’t stop it. It was pure agony from every side. They couldn’t open their eyes. Everything looked so sharp up front, so blurry from afar, she didn’t even have to focus her eyes to see the moving geometrical shapes on her blanket laying on the bed.

“What if aliens took her?” Sylvester asked herself jokingly as they got up from the floor in motivation of their back starting to hurt more than tolerably.

They lay on the bed in a starfish position, mindlessly staring up at the ceiling, in hopes of the thoughts quitting down.

Unfortunately for them, the worst trip of their life was not about to end any time soon.

“You are just a crazy slut!”

“Like a child you imagined yourself a friend and look what happened the moment you were completely sober!”

“It’s all your fault!”

They shot up from the bed and ran to the kitchen, throwing the fridge door open and yanking a full unopened gallon of milk out, slamming the poor door back in its place.

With that same pace and energy, they literally chugged half of the entire gallon in one breath.

Sounds like someone really wants to escape self-guilt, doesn't it?

Not even five minutes later, while mindlessly zoning out at the kitchen cupboards, Sylvester gets an awful sharp pain in their stomach and they bolt it to the bathroom.

The next sight isn’t pretty by any means. Poor darling is in haste trying to tie her hair up while all the milk that was once inside of her leaves as fast as it entered her body.

They are by no means new to vomiting, yet somehow it felt like this was their first time having this kind of defense mechanism coming from their body.

Thankfully, it did not last long.

There they were again. Kneeling next to the toilet, elbows resting on the seat, keeping her upper body up, her hair tied up in the last possible second, wondering how many times will she let this happen to them again.

As she was resting after this huge run and exhausting betrayal of their own body, a very obscure idea entered their drug-blinded brain.

“What if someone really did take her?”

It really didn’t sound stupid at all! Miss Isa was the kindest and smartest person in this god-forsaken village. She helped anyone she knew, always got through the differences, never let anyone sleep on an argument, literally as if an angel was possessing an introverted psychologist.

And that is when Sylvester started thinking about the weird way Isa began acting a few months ago, and how it got more and more intense when it was getting close to the date she went missing on.

Isabella was less and less like herself, paranoid, grumpy; she could hardly be left alone at times! And not to mention that in the past month she went so far as to record herself literally all the time, saying she began having worrying memory issues.

It all made sense. Someone was behind all of this. Somebody was stalking and threatening Isabella and they just had enough and took her that day.

With that absolutely insane theory and a new burst of hope and energy Sylvester got up, flushed the toilet, and washed her hands and face.

They fixed up the birdnet of the hair they made, and ran back to her room to get some acceptable clothes to pull on so they don’t look like the lunatic they are while on the way to Isabella’s house.

And with that she was off.

The cozy, well-kept house had a nice welcome mat at the front door, which Sylvester didn’t seem to give a damn about, lifting it up and tossing it to the side. There was a spare key under the mat.

Sylvester opened the door and the sight kind of shocked her.

Every room in the house was spotless and clean. Like she was hiding something.

They waltzed in to investigate. Kitchen and bathroom were perfect and orderly, even inside the cupboards. The living room looked like it'd been freshly vacuumed, and there were not even specs of dust on the shelves.

The bedroom, on the other hand, was in terrible condition. The bed was a mess of blankets and pillows, even though Sylvester knew Isa made her bed every morning from a 3 day sleepover. The window was shut with the curtains covering it, even though Isabella was quite a fan of leaving windows open to let the fresh air in.

There was a book open on the ground. It looked like some journal.

“Jackpot!” She muttered to herself, picking it up and seeing detailed entries that got messier and messier with every day that was recorded. It stopped on the day she went missing.

“I’ll take a look at this later.”

They looked to their right and saw Isabella’s work desk. Her laptop was open and plugged in.

Several sites were open in her browser.

Most were on how to aid paranoia and insomnia, but there were sites open about being stalked and when to contact the police as well. There was a site open about different entities, too, but Sylvester was not sure how to take that information in.

After a quick check if Isa had a password on the computer and finding out she in fact did not, Slyvester took the laptop off the charger and ran to get the corkboard and got to work.

She blacked out.

The next morning they woke up next to a bunch of corpses of the snacks she ate to be able to keep moving, and a huge case pinned onto the corkboard with yarn.

Exactly like in detective movies.

Next to that board there was a neatly put stack of papers which appeared to be notes she took for the hangover Sylvester. Smart move from someone who was tripping balls the night they solved a missing person case.

“Time to revise.” She said with hope in her voice and tears in their eyes.

#Isabella White #Sylvester Jude Hart #my oc #my friends oc #creepypasta oc #crp oc #creepypasta #creepypasta fandom #creepypasta x reader #slenderman #slenderman creepypasta #slenderverse #creepypasta scenarios #creepypasta fanfic #tw vomit #tw drugs #tw missing person #bread's moots^^

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