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kuraikyu · 1 year

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@trehontin : " So loud for no reason~ "

ㅤ𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐊 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐎𝐍𝐄'𝐒 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐌𝐄𝐀𝐍𝐒 allay one's own fears. Hundreds of conversations in voices loud as if all of them competing with rock music to dominate the thematic atmosphere. Suguru himself very much wished he could melt into the vibe of this bar and laugh at simple cares he had. But after barely finishing one glass of dry Vermouth, he came to conclusion it would not quiet roving mind, still greatly fatigued if he continued. Too much exorcism brought along too many dark thoughts no one knew about, thus came the inability to do anything else than just blandly remain deeply immersed in established set of attitude by the bar counter.

Elegant facade always in a good mood, the one he daily displayed seemed weary, and his face more lined than one could remember, for thoughts wandered back to his students. A kindred spirit must attend to the hurts of those injured by the curse of their techniques.

'You can't help these kids.' No, and it was true. But there was something he could do ... let them know they are not alone in this mess and somewhere there might be the slightest chance to optimize poultices that will bring them some measure of relief. Yeah, some deep matters are still left undone here. Such reward, should he prevail could be significant for his aid has been requested for this aim. Sometimes he would internally recount to details of each plan. He was hardly a beard of many winters, and still have seen things this day people would not have believed yesterday.

And then - thoughts wandered back to his twin girls. Stronger and madder - with each swallow a shadow of vengeance comes to tap his shoulder, cultivating sacred offers of gold obsidians manifesting amid his fingers. Its currents are strong, bitter, squeezing further his throat like an opiate of poetry crafting a sling knot above the abyss. What were lives of mortals more than a flickering candle-light in the gale to something greater and ancient? Mortals had more allies than they supposed, even among those they deemed no more than legends.

Humans ... spoke to Sorcerers as friends, gave them shelter, took the sweat from their brows, and repaid everyone with what? Treachery. So, he wondered, what would happen if someday someone would repay them in kind ... ? These forbidden thoughts had periodic frequencies of their darkest bloom, but fortunately, so far they vanished as quickly as they appeared. And sometimes there were days when he was worried to ask himself a question: what if one day they won't disappear, what then? Perhaps he wasn't made for teaching at all, perhaps his ambitions were far greater than that. It was then that he realized it is time to head back home, lay, and rest when every droplet in his throat started to turn into ashes, and the bar ran out of ice. Someone behind him was making a ruckus that clearly ( by the sound that traveled to him ) had nothing to do with ambient mirth. But of course, bars at night, pure nests for curses and demons born from negative human emotions intoxicated by spirits.

His wishful landing for peace may be uneventful, but then it may be tumultuous indeed.

The bartender was a good, humble person who Geto would once in a few months visit after frequent patrolling of local streets and in pursuit of special-grade wanderers. But that moment, the bartender lacked his typical sense of merry collectiveness as timorous eyes shifted nervously back and forth from drying glass at brutes apparently approaching closer. As the one who is strong, you are obligated to maintain the order. He gazed up at the desperate bartender. Don't worry, I'll take them out; they won't disturb your place any longer.

Someone from behind apparently shouted his way : ' Hey you!! ' '' ... '' Geto said nothing. Instead, almost mechanically cranium would tip from right to left shoulder, in a manner of awakening black cat stretching stiff neck muscles for what was going to follow next.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤF*cking Monkeys ...

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It was a fraction later — that the back doors kicked widely open, and a man was literally thrown out by great force. Then another ... third, fifth. Pathetically beaten and driven out from coming back by the immensity of Suguru's dark aura crisped with disturbing sensation of living rot covering each span by naught but a singular stride beyond threshold.

' So loud for no reason~ '

'' ... '' '' ??! "

Where life expects to renew caution sudden voice caught him off guard. An instant tick of moment triggered immediate cessation of blackened aura until its gradual then ultimate vanish along with any hardness in Geto's mien. Someone shortly behind ... and closer to his left.

This guy shouldn't be here. Wait, was the man here all the time? How could he not notice him? The change of playlist resulted in louder rhythms of music protruding from cranny gaps ; which brought along a strange switch in the atmosphere. With proper aim of senses that strange man ( who would not elude from fixation of Suguru's focus ) stood inches away from him; his profile a refined riddle clad in elegant biding. The flickering neon text light glitching: ' 𝐇𝐘𝐏𝐍𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐒 ' reflected into the bleak avenue and caressed across subtle facial lines of the speaking stranger like velvet constellations, yet navigated to the pair of deep browns, gleaming just the same like polished amber in first rays of dawn; and he was brave enough to meet them with his own spinning mantra of nothingness and palette of starlit black. Great. The last thing he needs in this sh*tty state of mind is bumping into a beautiful man; that type of guy, who at first sight seemed like the one giving him a good talking about his own bad manners. A situation truly worth of deep sigh. But looks could be terribly deceiving. Many factions remained in being where he couldn't identify why he was spellbound to place and stiffness. And Geto, as a guy made of stern stuff, and shaped by sorts of experiences starting from the strangest to grossest feelings ... nothing for him quite ever felt like this uneasiness, but even so, on a level of intuition, he kept his movements in slow synchrony.

Under other circumstances, he would raise an eyebrow and subject other one to closer scrutiny, but again too much exorcism had a price. '' Sorry about that, didn't mean to throw these guys almost right — ugh, right ... at you, '' he managed in haste his scattered manners and admittedly apologized about his shortcomings, contemptuously glancing as well at pitiful display of mankind cowardice in attempt to slink away from kindled spitfire of their mortifying ordeal, '' this lot is hardly ever over their limits. But believe me, there was a reason for this noise. '' Was there? Was there any other reason than his own savageness?

Nor Sorcerers nor other entities can exist without encountering one another; such is the law of existential attraction. Macabre incognito shouldn't be able to melt away your inner pains, but perhaps the reality was that ... that very same pain was overshadowed by something else, something ... unexplainably inhumane although perfectly humane, standing and smiling at him with a degree of faithfulness only constant of death can bring. It was just as alluring as it was terrifying. Don't mind him. Don't stare. He pinched his nose bridge from unexpected sensory overload he likely blamed on overusing powers and looked reluctantly back at the speaker, '' If you're ... on your way in, then I suppose you couldn't pick better timing. The air's clear from further troubles. Oh, yeah, and May Geminis get all the free drinks today, well, applies twice if it's your birthday, '' thumb directingly pointed over his shoulder back at doors as he stepped forward passing around his mysterious encounter, '' have fun. '' Like a cloud of smoke, the curse manipulator continued to wind down along the steps and fully out of the place; manifesting his prior intention to vanish into the night, and sanction further his emotional cannibalism from dangers of public affairs.

#trehontin #* AIZEN : to be graced with complete truthfulness while telling carefully constructed lies / sweetest poison came with HYPNOSIS.#Muse: Geto #TW! long post #VERSE (𝐈𝐕.) : ⑆ㅤㅤㅤsecrets of spilled ink / opium and blackberries.#{ The fact that I finish this shortly before midnight ... }#{ And did I kinda turn this into a birthday drabble for Aizen with quite flattering perception? Absolutely! He a b-day boi -> he deserves #so no regrets! <3 }#Aizen there standing like enhancing obelisk to Geto's inner darkness: I-know-you-can-do-them-worse.#Geto: Plz nu all I'm trying to do here is heal.#{ OH NOES ... Geto this isn't a guy who will bring back your common sense if you start talking to him especially this version of yours #get out of there NIEOW! }#反応‚ㅤ╱ 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎 reacted.

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newtafterdark · 1 year

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I had planned a few nice photos of my garden this summer, even had planned to use it for a video project of mine that's in the works, but that will no longer be possible.

My landlords have been an exhausting pair to deal with for years now, but this year has been especially exhausting, breaching my privacy on several occasions.

I woke up yesterday morning to them having completely uprooted the fence that was the barrier between my area and their garden. Which I was told about would happen eventually - but not as a warning with a date, otherwise I could've saved some plants.

But no, instead my stairs were covered in cut off leaves, branches and rubble, my trailing succulents were squashed from being stepped on, ferns and my wild rose bent past breaking-point, my potted strawberry covered in rubble and the sad remains of the ivy were left dangling on the stones.

I am still in shock over the years of work & plant growth just being gone now. I think my moss will now die too due to too much light in the area.

This was the space before-

This is what I woke up to-

And this is what the state is this morning, after the clean-up work and watering I did yesterday right after finding the mess-

I will see how many of my plants I can nurse back to health, as well as substitute in terms of the area in my video project. I know none of you knew that something was in the works, but I will apologize for the now unavoidable delay of it all.

#newt's ramblings #there's barely anything left in my big plant pot #I think I'll empty it out and get a big sturdy plant for it #I am tempted to get blackberries or mint #if you know you know #I am just so exhausted #both mentally and physically #doing garden work when you physically can't at the moment but have to is painful #I am letting myself rest as much as possible #the wife of the landlord at least gave me two strawberry plants to make up for all this #(after I made them aware of the damage & her husband did not care much)#those two plants may not be in great shape but I have nursed worse back to health #so I do have hope for my plants in general #but i am tired man

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pinejay · 1 year

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literally moaning bc the blueberries i bought r so damn good. had to check i didn't accidentally buy organic lol

#blueberries r always better than in memory #like in my mind they're either large and mealy and flavorless or too sour #but when i eat them they're generally extremely good #idk why i always forget and revert to the memory of generally worse blueberries i've eaten #same thing with blackberries. was pleasantly surprised the other day by a delicious small case and regretted i didn't get more

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voidscreamns · 1 year

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#rip to all the games i’ve stopped playing i literally don’t know how to play them #i try to get into flight rising but i literally dont know what to do #i try to play puzzles and dragons but the meta changes like 15 times in a week #i try to play cookie run kingdom but the resource grind is acfually worse than genshins and my gacha luck is abysmal on there weirdly enough #i used to play sky cotl for the longest tjme but got tired of constant grinding for cosmetics and the microtransactions #rip to when i plahed obey me for like two months and then forgor abt it #oh and my copy of dmc5– im just too lazy to turn on the xbox to play djdjskdj #genshin is probablh the only game that i really know like. too much of lorewise and gameplay-wise #and hopefully the same way with honkai star rail too but we’ll see #ig for flight rising and sky i can just draw everything bc like. i can make up shit for those ones lmao #oh and same thing with obey me. i love the made up versions of the demon dudes in my head sooo much #im getting better at crk i think. i have the most fucking cracked blackberry cookie fr #sorry dmc5 but i’m a lore player with that franchise lmao

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exhaslo · 28 days

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Over-Time Ch3

(CEO!Miguel x Shy/Clumsy!Reader)

Ch1, Ch2

Warning: MINORS DNI, eventual smut, slow-burn, mentions of sex, bullying, cussing, fluff

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"On behalf of those of us at Alchemax, we would like to welcome you to our company. Please arrive at the Human Resources floor tomorrow with the information sent via email. We are happy to have you join us."

The shudder in your voice as you resisted the urge to squeal was sharp. You were at your current job, trying to hide from the crowd outside. This phone call was important, you told everyone that, and you were glad you took it.

"(Y/N)! GET OUT HERE WE NEED YOUR CLUMSY ASS!"

You yelped towards your coworker. Tears threatening to spill towards their harsh tone. Luckily you had just finished the phone call. How cruel could they be?

Hurrying back onto the floor, you yelped as another coworker tossed you a bunch of orders. Hurrying towards you station, you tried your best to make the orders but the pressure was getting to you. Everyone's yelling and the pace was too much.

"Strawberries, (Y/N)! Not Blackberries! Damn!"

"S-Sorry," You whimpered.

You hated working here. You hated this job, but this was the only place that could hire you fresh out of college. Everywhere you really wanted to work claimed that you didn't have enough work experience. Well how the hell were you supposed to get that if they didn't give you a shot?

"Hey, goofball, you're taking my shift tomorrow."

"H-Huh?!" You questioned, spilling the drink you were making, "Ah! No, no-"

"It's from 7am to 2pm."

"I-I can't!" You stuttered, trying to clean the mess you made, "I-I have s-something....something important to do!"

"Well change your plans, I already told the manager that you're taking my shift, goofball." Your coworker snapped before bumping into you, "Stop fucking up the drinks!"

You were biting the inside of your cheek as you tried your best to hold back your tears. You weren't going to let your cruel coworkers ruin your chance at a better life. You weren't going to deal with them anymore after today.

You just had to finish your shift.

And never look back.

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You woke up early for Alchemax. Triple checked all of your paperwork and identification. This was the most prepared you were ever going to be. You had blocked your current job from calling you so they wouldn't stress you out.

You even had some time to bake a small 'thank you' cake for Miguel, if you got the chance to see him. You were truly grateful for his help in getting you here. Hopefully it won't look weird on your end. This was just your way of thanking someone.

Once you arrived, you went up to the Human Resources floor to submit your information. As you waited, you focused on the elevator and saw Lyla step out.

"Ah, there you are." Lyla chirped, approaching you.

It was night and day from when you saw her during the interview. She was much more peppy than before.

"G-Good...morning," You whispered, feeling slightly nervous as to why she was looking for you.

"Is all her paperwork done?" Lyla asked the front desk lady, "Perfect, (Y/N), grab your stuff and follow me. I'm going to show you around~"

"Oh....Thank you,"

This felt strange. As you collected all of your things, you hurried behind Lyla. She was so nice and friendly. You weren't used to this, so it was a nice change of pace.

"Now that you're officially hired with us, you'll be getting paid for your time here today. I'm going to show you around the building first, then your station. I'm sure you'll love working here~!"

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Miguel grunted lowly as Lyla abandoned him during an important meeting. She wanted to meet you personally, leaving Miguel to suffer with the wolves. Miguel had very little patience with these men and now it was going to get worse.

Once the meeting was over, Miguel hurried back to his office. He needed a drink. There was only so much stupid and ignorance that he could deal with. Being a CEO was difficult. The patience that Miguel had to show was honestly a talent.

"This is the cafeteria! We have a large selection of goods here,"

Miguel could hear Lyla's voice from one of this monitors. Honestly, that woman was good at testing Miguel.

"Whoa, h-how much do we have....to pay for this?"

Groaning softly as Miguel sat at his desk, he took a sip of his vodka. Your soft voice now echoed from the monitor. Miguel resisted a chuckle as he watched the two of you walk around. Lyla must have set this up, normally Miguel only watched certain interviews.

"I've been meaning to ask, what's in the little box you've been carrying?" Lyla asked you.

"A-Ah....Um...I-I wanted to say thank you to...Miguel for helping me out. Is...Is it too much? I thought....I usually bake as a thank you," Your voice was getting lower as you started to cover your face.

"Hehe," Lyla looked directly at the camera, "I'm sure he will love it."

Miguel grunted in response as he drank the rest of his liquor. Lyla was abusing the fact that you didn't know that he was the CEO. Miguel couldn't wait until you did find out. How shocked would you get? How red would those cheeks turn?

Clicking his tongue at his thoughts, Miguel decided to meet with you. After all, it would be rude for you to be waiting much longer. You had a cake to give him.

How cute.

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Lyla was currently showing you some of the labs. There were a lot of floors that you weren't going to be anywhere near, but Lyla said it was good to know where everything was. Honestly, Alchemax was even more impressive than you thought.

Arriving at the next floor, you gasped softly as you made eye contact with Miguel once the doors open.

"Oh, Miguel, funny to find you on the relaxing floor," Lyla said with a grin.

"I don't find it strange at all," Miguel huffed and smiled towards you, "Ah, (Y/n), right?"

"Y-Yes!" You squeaked and lowered your head, "Um...I..."

Your heart was racing. This was weird. So very, very weird. Maybe you shouldn't have baked him a cake. Maybe just a thank you card was enough? You couldn't find the courage to give him the baked good. It was too embarrassing.

"Awe!" Lyla cooed and pulled Miguel inside the elevator, "Why don't I show (Y/n) where she will be working! Miguel, come with us."

"Sure," Miguel grunted lowly.

"Ah, here!" You nervously handed Miguel the cake, avoiding his gaze, "I....I wanted to say...thank you for...for helping me with the interview! S-So, thank you!"

"You didn't have too," Miguel smiled as he took the small box, "But thank you."

Finally raising your head, you felt your cheeks burn as Miguel smiled towards you. There were butterflies in your stomach as you watched him. Miguel was so kind and handsome. You hoped that you could see him often here.

"Huh? You can smile?" Lyla mocked Miguel, causing him to grunt.

"When is your vacation again?"

It was fascinating watching the two bicker. That sweet and kind Miguel was grumbling towards Lyla. As if they had been friends for quite some time. It made you feel even better about working here.

"Here is our floor! C'mon (Y/n), let's leave the brute to himself," Lyla chuckled, grabbing your hand.

"W-Wait...Isn't this the top floor-"

"Hm? Oh, yes, you were hired to be my replacement while I'm away on vacation. You're going to be the CEO's secretary." Lyla said casually.

Your eyes widen in shock. You wanted to question Lyla, but honestly, thinking about your interview, it made sense. Lyla just smiled as she showed you her office, wanting to get you comfortable.

"S-So...I'll be working...with the CEO?" You asked softly, taking a seat on her couch, "Um...How are they?"

"Ugh, so annoying. Always uptight, always cranky, never laughs or smiles. Honestly, this change will be good for all of us. I'm sure you can get that grunting brute to loosen up. The job is pretty easy itself as you've seen during your interview."

"Mhm, will there be...anything else I have to do?"

"Not much, but I'll go over all that with more details tomorrow. Why don't we work on your schedule as of right now?"

"Okay,"

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Miguel waited for you to enter Lyla's office before he could enter his. He took a seat at his desk and pulled out a fork as he undid the box you gave him. Miguel raised a brow at the cake before him, it was small and a little sloppy, but the effort was there.

Taking a bite of the cake, Miguel winced at the salty taste. You did admit that you were clumsy. Swallowing, Miguel went to grab a water before seeing a small note in the box.

"If it is too salty, I'm so sorry. There is a small packet of tea that goes well with salty items...just in case." Miguel read aloud.

Finding the tea packet, Miguel scoffed softly as he got himself a glass of hot water. You were well prepared. Miguel seemed to recall you saying that you only got clumsy when nervous. Were your nerves getting to you about the job?

"Well, can't have that now," Miguel hummed, drinking the tea, "I quite like (Y/n). She'd make a fine edition to the team."

"This is the big bad CEO's office," Lyla said from outside Miguel's doors.

Miguel just smiled as he imagined you on the other side. Lyla was making him to be oh so scary. Appraoching the door, Miguel kept a calm composure as he decided to open the doors.

"Stop scaring the new girl," Miguel hummed. He watched as your eyes widen,

"Huh? Miguel? Y-You're...You're the C-CEO?"

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theglasscat · 2 years

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very sweet tomatoes and very sweet blackberries both have the same acidic undertones that make my lower jaw feels like it does when i'm either about to cry or when i have stared at the sun too long

#tomatoes are at worse bland and watery and blackberries at worse taste like stomach acid

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minhosimthings · 5 months

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Cherries

Symphony Smut Series Day 8: Lana del Rey's Cherries

Lyric: My cherries and wine, rosemary and thyme, and all my black peaches are ruined

Pairings: Heeseung × fem!reader, strangers to friends to eventual lovers

Warnings: SMUT MINORS DNI, loss of virginity, virgin!reader, sub!reader, dom!Heeseung, corruption kink, fingering, oral (f receiving), reader wears a dress, overstimulation, heeseung had a big dic, size kink, swearing, sorts of fluff too

A/N: GASP? TWO CORRUPTION KINK FICS? scandalous, Mona. but I just had to, cause apparently y'all like corruption a bit too much so have it ya beautiful people.

THE SYMPHONY SMUT SERIES MASTERLIST

Going to a college graduation party with a stranger you had met at the grocery store two weeks ago didn't exactly seem like the most perfect plan, but it was the only one you had.

But Heeseung somehow managed to make you feel better about it.

You had met him at your local grocery store, when he was taking the last blackberry pie. You coldly stalked off somewhere else, trying to find something to fullfill your sweet tooth, when the cute purple haired guy walked up to you shyly and handed you the pie.

"You were glaring daggers at me, so here you go." You remembered him saying, as he took a piece of Oreo cake from the shelf behind you.

One encounter led to the other and you and Heeseung somehow managed to bond over assignments, dumb teachers, and not being able to find dates for the end-of-semester party.

And as a chain reaction does, you miraculously got him to be your date for the party, which you really didn't have an appetite for.

He was a handsome man you had to admit, with the prettiest eyes and lips you could stare at and fullfill your hunger, how you wished to kiss those lips.

“oh, wow. you’re so beautiful.” Heeseung's eyes widen at the sight of you, your figure clad tightly in that little black dress, the fabric hugging your curves perfectly, providing him with a feast to his eyes.

"Please, you look better than me." You scoffed, looking at him in his jeans and white shirt, which was open at the top, exposing his neck. He was an actual meal, as your roommate would say.

The party was lame, lamer than any party you had ever been. And that was something to say, considering you had attended Jay's book party last year.

But it had turned better as the seconds ticked by, and now, you were laying naked on Heeseung's bed, as he leant over you, ghosting his lips against yours.

He was gorgeous, his hair falling slightly onto his face which was illuminated just right by the moonlight falling through the window.

"Do you want me to do this, princess?" Heeseung leaned back to look at you properly, his hands on your hips, his eyes almost filled with pity, "I won't do it if you don't feel comfortable."

It was almost pathetic to admit to Heeseung that you, a woman in her early twenties, had never fucked anyone. But he was more sympathetic than you had expected him to be, very philosophically explaining to you how 'virginity didn't deter a person's life', which made you laugh.

But then again, here you were, telling Heeseung to fuck you, so that you know what it feels like before you turn 21.

Your hands are on Heeseung's hips, fingers almost digging into the waistband of his jeans. You’re aware of the room's coolness and how the moonlight flickers on the side of Heeseung’s face, casting shadows of his features. He leans in to kiss you, his lips careful when they press themselves to yours. His hands are still holding your face like he’s afraid you’ll break or, worse, disappear. You kiss back fervently, not wanting to take a single second of contact with Heeseung for granted. He lifts your hips up, letting your legs wrap around him. He pulls away, momentarily, to look at your face.

“Relax princess,” Heeseung says, caressing your cheek, "I want you to relax for me alright?"

Your eyes fully conform to the darkness, seeing some of Heeseung’s features as he unfastens his shirt and rips it off his arms. He climbs over you, pushing up your dress over your thighs. Before you have time to protest, which you aren’t going to anyway, Heeseung kisses your bare cunt tenderly, softly letting his tongue glide up and down your slit before teasing your bundle of nerves. You mewl quietly, Heeseung's large hands splaying out on your thighs and holding them still so you don’t move.

"Ahh fuck Hee." You moan, feeling his tongue move inside you, something you hadn't ever felt. It felt good though, as he moves in and out.

He lets his tongue delve inside you, your warmth enveloping him. Heeseung picks up your thighs and pushes them against your torso so you’re spread open for him. His hands brace themselves on your shins as he laps up your arousal seeping from your entrance. You groan as his tongue circles your clit with your wetness before he sucks it between his lips. Heeseung slips two fingers inside you, your pussy taking them with ease. Your body is in tune with Heeseung and the shapes of his tongue, fingers, and cock. So much that you can take anything he gives you with pleasure.

This was pleasure like you've never felt before. Everyone had always told you that the first time would always be the best. You were starting to believe that myth now as your eyes were on Heeseung's.

He curls his digits inside you, caressing the spongy spot that drives you insane. Your hands fly to Heeseung’s curls to hold on as he sucks your clit desperately, pumping his fingers in and out of you. Adding a third, he stretches you out delightfully in preparation for his cock. Heeseung removes his fingers from you, licking them clean before lapping up your remaining arousal leaking from your hole, all stretched out and ready for him.

Heeseung keeps your knees pressed to your chest as he pumps himself a few times, spreading his precum along his length. He hovers over you and gives you a deep, passionate kiss. Heeseung, even though only a friend for some weeks, loves you more than anything, and he will prove it. As his tongue explores your mouth, he pushes his tip into you, and you moan into the kiss.

Heeseung pulls down the front of your nightgown and squeezes your exposed breasts as he continues to move inside you inch by inch. Bottoming out, Heeseung stays there, focusing on kissing your jaw and neck for a moment.

"Pretty girl." He muttered softly, pure affection on his voice, opening your legs even more to give his body enough space. He lined himself up to your cunt, gently pulling his foreskin down to rub the tip of his dick up and down your wet entrance, slowly going in until he's bottoming out again.

"Ah-ahh" you moaned, feeling Heeseung's cock split your walls open slowly. He felt big, really big, and he slid into your pussy so easily as if it was made for him and only him. His cock rubbed against your pussy's walls, making you whimper. That was the only thing you could get out of your mouth at the time.

"Are you okay?" He asked you gently, his hand slowly running up and down the length of your hair worriedly when he noticed the slight grimace on your face. Heeseung smugly knew he was big in every single way, and his cock was not the exception.

"I'm good, just— move, please." Feeling the stretch of his massive shaft was just as painful as you imagined, yet the pleasure that came from it couldn't be denied.

“Fuck sweetheart” he groans looking at the way his cock disappears inside of you. His neck straining as he holds himself back.

He builds up a pace, slowly going more and more intense as his thrusts get rougher, deeper, harder. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills his bedroom. You're thankful his roommate isn't home at the moment.

"Ah fuck you're so perfect." Heeseung moans. For some reason, he felt protective over you now, wanting you all to himself

"No one else gets to touch you like this." He growls out, sitting on his knees while his massive hands easily hold onto your hips, lifting you up with him while he pounded into you, your moans mixed with his as he used you like you were simply a fleshlight— compared to his massive frame, you are.

He moves your hips away as he pulls out, suddenly slamming himself all the way back in before you can protest. He drags a whiny moan out of you, pain and pleasure mixing as you can feel a familiar warmth building up in your stomach. He leans down, his breath hot against your ear as he mutters out pure nonsense. His voice sounds hotter than ever and you listen intently, dumbly nodding your head to his words despite not understanding him.

“S-shit baby, don’t wanna hurt you” he grunts, slowly pulling out and back halfway in. As he refuses to go deeper again, his eyes already rolling back as your tight velvet walls grip onto him. But you keep pulling him back, practically an animal for him

“Fuck Princess, so fucking tight” he whines.

“Jesus fucking Christ” Heeseung moans at the sight of you. Most girls would’ve cried in pain, he always needed at least an hour of stretching and foreplay to get half way in and yet here you are taking it.

“Ohh fuck- fuck- fuckkk fuckkk” you all but scream as you let go. You tremble under Heeseung’s body, face contorted, jaw slacked, drool dripping down your chin. It’s like you’re high and drunk at the same time.

“That’s it Princess Taking me so well.” he grunts. His eyes rolling back as he clenched his jaw and comes hard. Thick white ropes paint your velvet walls already dripping down to your ass. Your pussy too small to accommodate both his cock and cum.

“Shit” he heaves, slowly pulling out not trying to hurt you further.

"Did I hurt you?" Heeseung looks over to you wrapped up in his arms. He had cleaned you up all good, while you were still dizzy from all the overstimulation, and now Heeseung felt worried.

"That was the best thing I've felt in my life." You chuckle, easing his mood, "Thank you, Heeseung."

"You're welcome princess." Heeseung presses you closer, wanting to be with you even more, "Don't worry I'll take you out for a real date tomorrow."

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inkdrinkerworld · 1 month

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Remus and autistic!reader who’s dissociated and needs some sensory input so he has all sorts of fidget toys for them and one of those projector lights that have nice bright colors along with some fuzzy blankets and all sorts of cuddles and whatever else you might be able to come up with! Sorry if it’s oddly specific, but that sort of situation brings me so much comfort and I’d love to see your take on it 🥺

I googled some common symptoms and added in what happens when a family member of mine does it. I hope you like it <3

“Dove, do you want me to cut up some fruit for you?” Remus is in the kitchen while you lay on the sofa with your book held in front of you but you can’t focus on anything.

Your eyes are unfocused, your breathing is slow and long and you’re not sure what’s wrong or what’s triggered the dissociation, but that’s what you’re doing.

You can feel yourself out of your body a little and it scares you but you don’t know how to stop it.

You can barely hear, you feel like someone’s stuffed cotton in your ears and they’ve dulled the receptors on your skin cos you can’t feel anything.

“Dove?” Remus leaves the kitchen and stands by the archway to the living room. He can see it a little, having trained himself to look for all your typical signs of dissociation.

“Alright, baby.” He murmurs, toddling around the living room and bedroom to set it up just like you like.

Remus lays some of your toggles on the coffee table, he lets your favourite fluffy blanket-one with little hearts on it- at your feet, and turning on your projector to display aura colours you like on the wall.

“I know you’re feeling weird and out of it a little, but I promise you’re okay, dove.” Remus kisses your forehead and lifts you gently, rubbing your back as he waits it out.

It’s all he can do, or all he finds himself able to do because he’s still scared he can only make it worse. So he lets the dissociation take its course until you blink it away and the cotton falls from your ears.

All the sounds of your home creep back into your ears, and you feel the pressure of his hand on your back.

“Hey, precious girl,” he coos, kissing the crown of your head repeatedly as you move closer to him. “Here,” he hands you one of your toggle toys, watching your fingers twist and pull at it. “How do you feel?”

“Better,” you whisper. “More like myself.” Remus nods, sitting with you till you feel like you can be alone for two minutes.

“I’ll be right back.” He comes back into the living room with two mugs of tea, yours is a chamomile lavender honey blend and his is just regular black with a little milk and sugar.

Remus also has a plate balanced on his forearm that’s loaded up with grapes, blackberries and a bit of watermelon.

“Thanks Remus,” you take a sip of your tea and allow your shoulders to drop. “I’m sorry if I scared you.”

He shakes his head, admittedly he was a tiny bit worried, but not scared. He thinks you’ve both created a solid little routine to help them along. “You didn’t dove, how’re your ears feeling?”

“Fine, not like they’re plugged up,” you snatch a grape from the plate. “These are crunchy.” You say happily and Remus nods.

“We can just sit here like this for a while,” he says, kissing your shoulder as he sets the plate in your lap and holding your mug. The lights on the wall cast a glow all over your face, and Remus can’t help himself but get lost in looking at you while you eat, happy to see you perking up a little as you do.

#remuslupin #remus lupin #remus lupin one shot #remus lupin fanfiction #remus lupin imagine #remus lupin drabble #remus lupin fanfic #remus lupin fluff #remus lupin blurb #remus lupin fic #remus lupin x black reader #remus lupin x reader #remus lupin x you #remus lupin x yn #remus lupin x y/n #tism🤝

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cloudcountry · 1 year

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HELP I'VE BEEN CURSED

SUMMARY: Sebek thinks you've put a spell on him. In a way, he's not wrong.

CHARACTER: Sebek Zigvolt.

WARNINGS: None!!

COMMENTS: Sebek not understanding romantic feelings and going WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS when he catches them >>>>>>>>>>

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One moment Lilia was working on his next masterpiece, a blackberries roast beef asparagus casserole, and the next, Sebek was bursting down his door with red cheeks and wide eyes. Whipping his head to face his dormmate, Lilia couldn’t help but smile at the frantic expression on his face.

“Master Lilia! I seek your guidance!” Sebek yelled, “I fear I have been cursed!”

“Oh no. We can’t have that, can we?” Lilia placed a hand under his chin thoughtfully, “Do explain.”

“It’s the Prefect!” Sebek huffed, shaking his head dramatically, “They must have cast a spell on me to remove me from the Young Master! I feel a pull towards them that cannot be explained! It’s illogical and uncalled for! What makes it even worse is the way my heart reacts to them—it palpitates! It’s incredibly concerning! Master Lilia, what shall I do?”

Lilia was baffled for a few beats before a small smirk worked its way onto his face.

Aww, it sounded like little Sebek was in love!

Laughing to himself, Lilia gazed at his underclassman affectionately.

“Listen carefully, Sebek.” he narrowed his eyes dramatically, “A curse has been placed on you, but not by the Prefect. The only way you can lessen the effects of the curse is by staying with them. I’m afraid it may last a while, but staying with them should build your immunity. Make sure to treat them well and make them feel comfortable. That’s essential.”

“Yes, Master Lilia!” Sebek nodded vigorously, “I’ll follow your instructions perfectly! Thank you for your guidance!”

Lilia could barely hold in his laughter as Sebek ran out of the room, surely off to find you and fulfill his duty. He just hoped you were ready to have a rowdy boy trailing after you for however long it took for Sebek to confess to you directly. Humming a jolly little tune to himself, Lilia started his lovely cooking experiment once again.

📚

“Sebek...? May I ask why you’re following me?” you asked, staring at the stack of your textbooks in his arms, “And why did you insist on carrying my stuff? You usually just laugh at me-”

“I’m doing this for Malleus!” he yelled, staring straight ahead with a slight flush to his cheeks, “Don’t ask questions, human! I’m not doing this for you!”

“Right, right.” you hummed, patting his shoulder absentmindedly, “Thank you though. Those books are pretty heavy. It’s helpful having someone like you around to help carry all this stuff since Grim can’t carry his own things.”

“Hey! It’s not my fault!” Grim crossed his arms, huffing angrily.

Sebek nearly recoiled at your touch, the contact sending a shock wave through his brain that sent his heart into another frenzy. There was no way you were a magicless human! You must be a secretly powerful mage deep down, sent to infiltrate Night Raven College and get to the Young Master! Sebek narrowed his eyes at you as you mumbled something about lunch, hoisting your bag higher on your shoulder. Yes...he’d have to observe you more. For Malleus. (Not because he liked being around you, bleh. What a ridiculous idea.)

#auburn's fics <3 #drabbles <3 #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland #disney twst x reader #twst x reader #sebek zigvolt x reader #sebek x reader #sebek zigvolt fluff #sebek fluff #lilia vanrouge here is the little shit of the year award #you've earned it <333

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suzukiblu · 6 months

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Day fifteen of fic NaNoWriMo; obligatory sugar daddy Tim/sugar baby Kon AU.

Kon grins wider, then holds his cup out to him. Specifically, he tilts it so Tim can take a sip instead of just giving it to him.

Bastard. Bastard-coated bastard with bastard-flavored nougat-y filling and a bastardly ganache coating and bastard sprinkles on top.

Bastard.

Tim thinks several more accusing things, then leans over and tries the smoothie. It does taste pretty good, though it’s a little too sweet for him to want to drink the whole cup. Blackberry is definitely more his thing.

“Not bad,” he says anyway, because it’s not and also goddammit, Kon is still grinning at him. Because again: bastard. Absolute full and complete and entire bastard.

“Yeah, for the East Coast, at least,” Kon replies with an easy shrug, reclaiming his cup for another sip. Tim does not think about indirect kissing or anything that ridiculously juvenile and middle-school. Not at all. Not even slightly, in fact. “I dunno, the whole thing just reminds me, um . . . like, I didn’t really do the whole ‘childhood’ thing, obviously, but you know that thing where people talk about extra-liking stuff they used to eat when they were kids? Tropical flavors kinda make me feel like that. Comfort food or whatever. I mean, it’s not Loco Moco or musubi, obviously, but . . .”

Tim blinks, makes a few mental notes, and wonders if there’s a single actually authentic Hawaiian restaurant in Gotham. Maybe? There’s got to be at least a decent food truck or two around, if nothing else. There’s always a food truck.

He could probably bribe one to come into the city for a day or two, if it comes to it.

“That makes sense,” he says, since technically Kon’s childhood pretty much was in Hawaii. He refuses to count the stupid fucking cloning tube, because counting the stupid fucking cloning tube is literally too depressing a thought to even contemplate. Fuck the stupid fucking cloning tube. Fuck it sideways.

Maybe Tim can just bribe a Hawaiian food truck to set up in Kon’s future cul-de-sac once a week or something, once he's conned him into moving into it. Just include it in their usual schedule or something, he doesn’t know. Or at least drop off a regular lunch order for him, maybe.

Whatever, he’ll work something out. He’s going to be working a lot of things out, at this point; hooking Kon up with a regular supply of his childhood comfort foods is not even an imposition. He doesn’t even know what either Loco Moco or musubi is, but he’ll put them on the list and do his damn research. He'll go to Hawaii and hire a personal chef straight from the source if he has to, at this point.

“Can I try yours?” Kon asks, grin going sly again. Tim’s head immediately empties out all over again, and he mutely holds his cup out. Kon’s grin widens.

He leans in and ducks his head and Tim has to deal with how long his eyelashes are and just how pretty his stupid face is and, worse, how pretty his stupid mouth is.

Fuck’s sake, this is just not fair at all. He knows Kon’s a flirt, obviously, but does he have to actually be good at it? Because Tim is not used to him being good at it, actually! Usually he’s being overbearing and too-eager and weird about it, in fact!

Tim has the unfortunate thought that maybe Kon always flirts like this and he’s just not seeing it as overbearing or too-eager or weird because it’s focused on him for once, then immediately dismisses said thought as a thought he absolutely cannot allow himself to ever have again. Just–ever. Not for anything.

Jesus, what is his fucking life right now?

Kon leans back; licks his lips. Tim dies, kind of. Like, just a little bit.

Alright, maybe more than a little bit.

“I like it,” Kon says, grinning at him. Tim tries not to think about how intimately he now knows how Kon’s mouth would taste right now, sharply sweet-sour with blackberry and tropical fruit and all warm and soft and wet and–never mind.

“Want a pretzel too?” he offers in a hopefully normal voice, tipping his head towards the stand.

“Sure,” Kon says, glancing towards it. “Sounds good, man.”

“Cool,” Tim says, incredibly awkwardly, and they head over. He orders a regular pretzel because he doesn't know Caroline Hill's pretzel order anymore than he knows her smoothie order, but “regular” isn't going to be interesting enough for Kon to make a note of either way. Possibly he should just be ordering things Tim Drake would, but the flaw in that plan is that Tim Drake isn't thinking very clearly right now and it is currently much, much easier to be in mission-mode than anything else.

Kon orders a cinnamon-sugar pretzel. Tim wishes the bastard would stop eating things that taste good, but also recognizes that it’s his fault that the bastard's been eating things that taste good. He’s literally the one both suggesting and buying said things for him.

So Kon’s mouth is about to taste like cinnamon sugar right now because of Tim, which is actually making the fact that Kon’s mouth is about to taste like cinnamon sugar right now infinitely worse.

Tim pays. They get the pretzels. Kon immediately tears off a bite of his and Tim wishes he had a cover identity that didn't like cinnamon, or at least was allergic to it or diabetic or gluten-intolerant or something. He could use a cover identity like that to fall back on right now.

“Wanna bite?” Kon offers.

“I'm good,” Tim says, because he will literally die if he takes him up on that offer right now. Or possibly go criminally insane like fifteen years ahead of schedule, which would be its own problem. He doesn't have enough kryptonite for that yet. “You like it?”

He doesn’t know why he asked that. Apparently he’s just a glutton for punishment.

“Yeah,” Kon says, licking sugar off his lips. “It’s good.”

“Good,” Tim says, then desperately flails for a subject that doesn’t involve the way anything currently in Kon’s mouth tastes. “Do you have a personal phone or just a work one?”

“Just work, technically. And then, like, I get issued communicators when I need them,” Kon replies, looking puzzled. “Why?”

Because Cadmus could very easily track and tap and block whatever numbers they wanted on that, Tim doesn’t say.

“I’m trying to get your number and I don’t want to call you on your work phone,” he says. “That seems weird.”

“You a little on the shy side, pretty boy?” Kon asks teasingly, flashing him a smirk. Tim does not examine anything about that statement or his own feelings about it. He also does not think about what Kon’s mouth tastes like, though Kon makes that incredibly difficult by immediately taking another bite of pretzel.

Has Tim mentioned what a bastard he is yet? Because he is a bastard.

“I’m buying you a phone,” he says, deciding if he just acts like it’s a foregone conclusion and some small little thing, Kon’s likelier to not reject the offer. “I cannot mentally deal with the idea of your boss seeing what I text you about on some random weekly report.”

“You can’t, huh,” Kon says, biting his lip around a grin and shifting in a little bit closer. “Why, Tim? What are you gonna text me about?”

Tim realizes how that might’ve sounded much too late, but by then it’s too late to rephrase or backtrack, so fuck it: time to commit.

“Depends on what you text back, I guess,” he says. Kon laughs, then grins at him again. His face is a little red again too. Tim is resigned to having to survive the experience.

“Well, I guess you’d have my number if you got me a phone, huh,” Kon says.

“I would, yes,” Tim says. He’s going to have to resist asking Kon to turn on “find my phone”, probably. Or adding any trackers or bugs to it. It’s the Bat instinct, but it’d probably creep Kon out if he caught a “civilian” doing anything like that. And also definitely concern him, what with the “supervillain creep” concerns he was already having. And Tim would have a really hard time paying for Kon’s entire life if Kon decided he was a supervillain before he’s even become a supervillain, so he’d prefer to avoid that outcome.

He guesses Caroline Hill could give it a shot if Tim Drake can’t pull it off, though. She’d still probably have better chances than him anyway, given Kon’s usual taste in people.

They eat their pretzels on the way to the electronics store and Tim tries to plot how to convince Kon to let him get him the best possible phone but is incredibly, incredibly distracted by watching him lick cinnamon sugar off his fingers. Tim actually hasn’t seen Kon with his gloves off too many times, come to think of it. Or possibly, like . . . ever. Like, he might’ve actually never seen him with his gloves off before.

Alright, well, that’s a thing that he hadn’t yet realized and is now going to be completely normal about.

Definitely normal. Very, very normal. So normal.

They toss out their empty pretzel wrappers outside the store and Kon licks a little more sugar off the pad of his thumb. Tim wonders if he has any callouses. Probably not, considering the TTK, but who knows. Maybe he trains with it down? Or maybe TTK just doesn’t protect his skin quite that thoroughly. Tim’s never actually seen him get cut or scratched or even bruised, though, so . . . maybe?

He really has no idea, at this point.

He supposes he could ask. Tim Drake’s already said he knew about tactile telekinesis and that he did some research, so . . .

“Does TTK protect you from callouses?” he asks, gesturing at Kon’s hands with his smoothie and a little too curious to repress the question. Kon tilts his head and smirks at him again.

“You tell me,” he says, then casually reaches over and catches Tim’s free hand in his own.

Tim had thoughts in his head at some point today, he’s pretty sure, but hell if he knows what any of them were.

#timkon #tim drake #kon el #conner kent #dc robin #superboy #rinfic #wip: obligatory sugar baby kon #long post

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friendship-ditch · 2 months

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You healed me

(Katniss Everdeen x Fem Reader) ❀

Summary: Katniss takes it upon herself to nurse you back to health after you experience a traumatizing accident.

Warnings/Notes: None really, just the general trauma, injuries and protective Katniss--Also, this was actually 2 separate requests that asked the same thing and I think that’s hilarious, thank you guys <3

Word Count: 3324

“Y/N?”

You turned onto your side in bed, staring blankly at the wall. The textured paint was peeling at the corner, but hardly anyone ever stayed in the guest room, so it didn’t really matter.

“Y/N..?”

Katniss’s gentle voice called as she nudged the door open. She exhaled a soft sigh when she saw that you were still in bed. Quietly, she padded across the floor and set a tray down on the nightstand.

The mattress indented as she sat down beside you and you felt her hand caress your side gently.

“How are you feeling?” Katniss murmured. She tugged you gently so you were laying on your back, being careful not to move your foot. Over her shoulder, you could feel the concerned eyes of her sister Primrose following your every move.

“I just want to sleep…” You grumbled, trying to turn away but Katniss held you still.

Her hand slipped beneath your back as she sat you up. Her lips pressed gently into the side of your head and she let you lean into her, fearing you’d collapse without her support.

“You have to eat something.”

“..’m not hungry.”

“We picked you some berries.” Prim spoke softly as she set the bowl in your lap.

You heaved a sigh and glanced down at the ceramic dish full of blackberries. You weren’t hungry, you hadn’t been for about a week now, and you doubted you ever would be. The thought of the juicy berries grazing your tongue made you want to gag, but you knew neither of the girls would let you off easy, so you bit back a protest and slowly bit into one.

“Mom and Prim think that you could try walking today.” Katniss combed a hand through your hair. Careful fingers picked the knots in your hair, as she’d done everyday, but no amount of brushing could make a dent in the layer of grease and dirt that had settled on your scalp.

Katniss had bathed you once since the accident, but you couldn’t even remember it. You didn’t want to leave bed, much less clean off. Sealing yourself away and rotting seemed almost perfect.

“It hurts too much…” You shook your head as you swallowed down the whole berry, trying your best not to make a face or complain.

Prim pulled the covers back and ran her hand down your leg, slowly approaching the tight bandages around your foot. When you let out a sharp whine, she stopped.

“It’s not too swollen.” She observed, pulling back some of the bandages and peering at the wound.

A pain filled squeak escaped your lips and Katniss pulled you into a gentle embrace. You buried your face into her chest and held your breath as the young girl did her daily check up.

Every day, she’d tell you that your foot was looking better, but you could only feel as if it was getting worse. There was no infection and your nearly broken foot was healing with ease, as were the other burns and bruises, but to you, the idea of ever getting better seemed so far away.

“Stop…” You whimpered, pulling your foot away. “Don’t touch it.”

Prim’s lips formed a thin line and she looked between you and Katniss who was cradling you into her chest. Katniss must’ve mouthed something to her because soon Prim nodded and stepped back.

Once she left, Katniss gently rewrapped your foot with both bandages and ice. Then she pressed a gentle kiss to your hand.

“You really don’t want to try walking?” She asked you softly, picking the tray back up.

“No…”

“Alright.” She nodded. “I’ll be back in a few minutes.”

You laid back down on your side and listened as Katniss left, the door shutting quietly behind her.

From in the hall, you could hear the two of them talking.

“She has to get up and walk. She’s not going to get any better if she keeps laying down.” Primrose said in a hushed, but worried voice. “Katniss, you have to try… please.”

“I know it’s hard.. and it really hurts to see her this way, but I don't know what to do.” Katniss responded sadly. “Her body is healing but her mind isn’t.”

“You have to help it heal, she can’t do this alone, and she can’t just keep wasting away. By the time her foot fully heals she’ll be too weak to walk.”

“I mean… What do you expect, Prim? She won’t even talk about what happened. Gale says the mine has been closed the whole week, they’re still cleaning out the bodies, there hasn’t been an explosion like that since…”

“Just think about what Mom would’ve done if Dad made it out, ask her if you have to. But you have to do something.”

The last thing you heard was Katniss sigh again, and then a soft, incoherent murmur as the two girls walked back downstairs.

It was a few minutes until Katniss came back up. She slipped her shoes and her jacket off as she laid down in bed beside you and curled around you. Your body was limp in her arms and she tucked your face into her neck for a while, just holding you.

“You can tell me what happened, you know…” Katniss whispered, her breath hot against the side of your face. “I know it wasn’t your fault, everyone does… Y/n, I just want to help you.”

“I don’t want to talk about it.” You grumbled and tried to turn away but she held you in place.

“Okay.” With the touch of silk, she brushed your hair out of your face and kissed your cheek gently. “But I’ll be right here, if you ever want to.”

With most of your days being slept away, you weren’t too alarmed when you woke up to find it dark out. The real thing that scared you wasn’t your horrible nightmare either, no… despite your racing heart and dizzy head, the real horror was that the bed was empty beside you.

“Katniss..?” You croaked out. You never indulged her in the truth of your nightmares but she always held you after one, and she always came running when you called.

But nobody came.

Slowly, you sat up, tears stinging your eyes and your lungs feeling like sponges, soaking in air but it was never enough. You couldn’t help but start to cry as the images in your head broke down your barrier.

It was a few seconds later that footsteps came rushing down the hallway and soon a small hand was on your back. You hardly even noticed, too caught up in the sudden panic attack that was tearing away your ability to breathe.

Through the fierce noises in your head and over the sound of your sobs, you could faintly hear Prim calling out for her mother and for Katniss. Another set of hands gently grabbed your shoulders and you could see Mrs Everdeen speaking to you but it was as if you’d gone deaf, a horrible ringing filling your ears.

The woman just sat beside you and rubbed your back until Katniss eventually showed up and you collapsed into her arms. Her dark hair was soaked and she was in a robe, her body smelling of soap and shampoo.

By the time you managed to calm down enough to hear again, Katniss was holding you in her lap and rocking you side to side. She was humming softly and embracing you like it was the end of the world, her thumb brushing hot tears from your flushed cheeks.

“Hey…” she murmured as she noticed you were finally coming to. A small smile of relief spread across her face and she kissed the top of your head. “You’re okay, I’ve got you.”

You slowly nodded as you clung to her like a raft out at sea. It took you a few more minutes of deep breathing before your voice finally returned to your sore throat.

“I… I thought… You were gone…”

“I know, I’m sorry.” Katniss shook her head, voice a little hoarse as if she’d been crying too. “I was taking a shower, I didn’t think you’d wake up, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize…” You rasped weakly. “I should… I should be stronger, I–”

“No, Y/N, don’t go there.” Katniss hushed you with a gentle finger to your lips. “You’ve been through something awful, and you’re allowed to get upset, okay?” Her voice cracked and you realized she was once more on the verge of tears. “It’s okay…”

“Okay…” You nodded softly in response, not wanting to make her cry again.

Katniss nodded too and kissed your head once more. She continued to just rock you for a while until she was sure neither of you would cry, then she spoke.

“The same nightmare?”

“Yeah…” You shuddered, the visions still clear in your mind, though they were fading.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

You slowly looked up at her. A part of you did, it would feel so good to tell someone this, to know you weren’t alone, but the thought of speaking about it made your throat almost close up and you shook your head.

Katniss stroked your hair gently and suddenly you became aware of how… gross you were. You whimpered and tried to break out of her arms but she frowned and held you close. “Y/N… what is it?”

“I’m so gross.” You whined softly, feeling overwhelmed by everything once more. Everything felt heavy, dirty…

This drew a soft chuckle out of Katniss, though it was quickly cut off as she turned your face to look at her. She traced your cheek with her finger.

“Do you want to take a bath? I’ll sit with you.”

“P-please…”

It’s a good thing Katniss is as strong as she is. From years of wielding bows and carrying game, her upper body and arms were strong enough to pick up a deer alone.

She scooped you up and carried you down the hallway to the bathroom where she sat you on the rug as she began to fill the tub. Once it was full of warm, sweet smelling water, she gently undressed you and then placed you in it.

The warmth of the liquid felt so good on your stiff muscles and you let out a soft noise of content, relaxing in the bathtub. Why had you put this off for so long? It seemed silly now…

Once you got settled, Katniss draped a cloth over your eyes so she could dampen your hair. She poured some shampoo into her hands and then began to massage it into your scalp, slowly but surely breaking through that thick barrier that had been building up over the past week.

After the first rinse, she spoke.

“I can use a different shampoo, if you want.” Katniss murmured. She patted your shoulder gently as you sat in the tub, staring away from her. “We’ve got…” she began rifling through the cabinet. “Strawberry scented, mm.. Citrus scented… I think that was a gift from Effie..”

You shook your head, slowly looking over at her as you hugged your knees to your chest. “What’s the one you use…?”

“This one.” Katniss picked up a bottle. It was green and worn from being reused and refilled. “It’s not really anything… just something I’ve been using from the Hob since I was a kid.”

She held it out for you to smell and you smiled a little as the scent filled your nostrils. It smelled just like her, soothing you even more.

“I want that one.”

Katniss seemed a little surprised at first, and then she smiled. “Alright.”

With a gentle touch, she shampooed your hair once more and washed all of the grease out. After that, she raked the same type of conditioner in and brushed it out for you.

You let her wash your face without complaint, but it was when she started to wash your body that a nervous pit began to grow in your stomach. You shied away from her touch.

“Y/N, what is it?” Katniss frowned, worried she’d done something wrong. “If the cloth is too rough I can find something softer… Is the water cold?”

“No, no, it’s not that…” You shook your head. “I just… I’m a mess. I have so many scars and bruises now.. You don’t want to see that.”

Surprisingly, this made Katniss chuckle softly. She shook her head and moved to sit on the edge of the tub. “I don’t mind.” Her voice was gentle, understanding even. “Y/N, I had more scars than I could count… The Capitol got rid of them, but I still feel them sometimes…” Then she paused. “I just don’t want you to think I’m going to judge you, because I’m not. But… if you don’t want my help, I won’t touch you.”

You hesitated for a moment, then slowly nodded. “N-no… it’s okay.”

Katniss smiled a little and sat there quietly as you returned to her reach. She washed your body as tenderly as she could, finally removing the layers of dirt and grit that had been plaguing you. It wasn’t a significant change but you couldn’t lie that you didn’t feel a lot better.

Once she finished, Katniss rinsed your hair out once more, then she drained and refilled the tub with new water so that you could lounge and relax in fresh water.

“Do you want to be alone?” Katniss asked softly as she dipped her fingers into the water to make sure the temperature was okay.

You shook your head. “Please stay.”

You didn’t have to ask twice. Katniss settled down beside the tub with a book and started to read out loud to you, a hobby she’d picked up that she realized calmed the both of you down quite well.

She was so invested in the story that she hadn’t realized you were crying until you let out a soft sob. The book shut instantly and she was at your side.

“What happened? What’s wrong?” Katniss’s voice was full of worry, fearing the worst, another breakdown perhaps.

You shook your head as you stared down at the water, salty tears dribbling down your face and splashing into the tub. “Nothing.”

“You’re crying, somethings wrong.”

Another soft sob bubbled up in your throat and you tucked your chin into your chest. “Can I tell you about my nightmares…?”

“Of course, love, of course…” Katniss didn’t notice the pet name slipping out, as cheesy as it was. She slowly sat down on the edge of the tub and dipped her feet in the water so she could pull you into her. Your damp hair and body soaked her shirt as you buried your face into her stomach, and then heaved a sigh.

“Every night I dream that… I’m back in the mines.” Even just saying the word made you feel sick. You clutched onto her shirt with wet, pruned fingers. “I-I’m down with everyone… and then.. Then something goes wrong and it blows up again.”

There it was, the cause of all of this pain and fear and trauma. They still hadn’t exactly found out who or what had caused the explosion, but it left few survivors, including you by some miracle. You were left far too wounded to keep working, which upset your family, and soon you found your new home with the Everdeens, who had more riches than they knew what to do with.

At first, you wished you’d died with them all as the survivors' guilt was horrifically strong. Then as you noticed how Katniss trembled softly at your words and held you tighter, you were suddenly glad that you were alive because she couldn’t bear to lose you.

“And… and it just hurts so badly… I can’t see anything and all I can hear is the ringing and crying and groaning and…” You trailed off before you could break down again, just leaning into her even more.

Katniss’s arms slipped around you and she rested her chin on top of your head, feeling your shoulders heave with silent, broken cries. She soothed you with gentle hushes and soft murmurs of comforting words until you fell silent into her arms.

You were exhausted… all you wanted to do was lay back in bed. And as Katniss gently tilted your head up to clean your face, she could read you like a book.

She helped you out of the tub, dried you off, did your hair, and then slid you into some of her pajamas. Then she carried you back to bed like you weighed nothing more than a feather, and you fell asleep, safely curled in her warm embrace.

The next day, when Katniss and Prim came to visit you again, you reluctantly agreed to try to stand.

Both girls slid your arms over their shoulders and slowly holsted you up to your feet. You slowly stood, feeling quite uneasy and weak.

Gingerly, you placed your foot down on the ground and braced yourself for the shocking wave of pain, but it never came. You opened your eyes and looked down. Your foot, still as beaten and battered as it was, wasn’t nearly as bad as you expected.

“Good, good.” Katniss smiled warmly at you and held your hand tight. She pointed to Prim who was a few steps away. “Do you think you can walk towards her?”

“I’ll try…”

It took a few minutes, but soon you were able to walk around the room, with Katniss’s help, of course. And after a while you were starting to get the hang of moving again, until Prim accidentally tripped you and you all fell onto the bed in a fit of giggles.

Things got a little easier after that. Katniss coaxed you out of bed most days and helped you walk around the house until you could hobble pretty well on your own. She was almost always with you, soothing you from your nightmares, being a strong shoulder for you to lean on, and even sharing some of her trauma so you could feel closer to her.

About a week later, Katniss decided to take you outside.

Spring was coming and it was a bit warmer out. You each shed your jackets on the porch and then strolled around the Victors Village.

When you started to feel a bit tired and uneasy, Katniss sat you down on a log near the edge of the woods and sat beside you. She took your hands into hers and gave them a gentle squeeze.

“Thank you… for not giving up on me.” You whispered softly, your forehead pressing into the soft skin of her cheek.

Katniss ran her fingers through the ends of your hair and made a soft noise. “I would never give up on you.” She murmured softly.

“Even if it’s hopeless? What if I never get completely better or.. or I still have nightmares?”

With a shake of her head, Katniss pulled you into her. “I’m not losing another loved one to the mines.” She murmured protectively, as if she alone could shield you from the world.

A small, relieved smile spread across your lips and you nodded softly. “I wouldn’t have healed without you.”

“You healed me, it’s only right that I do the same.”

You each exchanged a grin, and then a gentle kiss. Katniss let you lay her head on your shoulder and she moved her hand to gently rub your back and the two of you watched the sunset together, finally feeling like things were going to be okay.

Later, Katniss brought you back home, and you had dinner at the table for the first time in weeks. The Everdeens were your family now, they cared about you just as you cared about them. And you wouldn’t rather have it any other way.

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