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munson-blurbs · 9 months

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Eddie Munson x fem!Reader

Summary: When you confide in your boyfriend about your difficulty getting wet, his reaction is not what you'd expected.

Warnings: smut (18+ only, minors DNI!), fingering, oral (f!receiving), unprotected p in v (wrap it up), reader takes antidepressants

A/N: To all the afab folks who, for whatever reasons, can't get wet--this is for you.

Collaboration with the queen of fluffy smut, @corroded-hellfire 😘

“Feel good, baby?” Eddie growls in your ear, his fingers digging into the skin above the waistband of your panties. His other hand cups your breast, still concealed by your bra, though you venture it won’t be long before it’s uncovered.

You continue grinding on his bare thigh, his boxers pushed up high. The outline of his cock shows through the cotton, and you can’t help but grab it. He inhales sharply at the sudden contact, making you giggle.

“Love seeing you all turned on, Eds,” you murmur, sucking a bruise into his neck that has his eyes rolling back in his head. He moves his hand from your waist to your clit, pressing slow circles to the sensitive bud over the lace. A moan slips past your lips, quickly turning into a whimper of his name. “F-Fuck, Eddie. Right there.”

Despite your words and the drag of your cunt on his leg, Eddie can’t help but question whether or not you’re faking it. “How ya feelin’ baby?” he whispers, tiptoeing around the more direct question in a means of cushioning his ego.

“So good.”

Okay. Good. You feel so good. Everything’s…good. Right?

Eddie pulls back, ducking behind his hair and missing your confused expression. “We can stop if you’re not into it,” he mutters. He’s not angry at you; he’s angry at himself, because he’s clearly doing something wrong if you’re not…

“Wh-Why wouldn’t I be into it?” Your eyebrows pinch together. You’d been together a few months and hadn’t slept together yet, but you’d thought tonight could be the night.

“Because you’re not really…” Eddie struggles to find the right words. “Like, you sound into it, but I don’t feel you getting turned on.”

Embarrassment heats up your body. You slide off of him and onto his carpeted floor, repositioning yourself so you’re facing away from him. You can still see him out of your peripheral vision, but you hope he doesn’t notice the tears welling in your eyes. “M sorry, baby.” Your voice is small, and despite your best efforts, it catches in your throat when you speak.

He rests his hand on your upper arm, gently caressing it with his thumb. “Hey, hey,” he says softly, trying to hide his disappointment at the unreciprocated longing. “We gave it a shot. You can’t help if this doesn’t get you going.” He gives a little shimmy, shoulders swaying back and forth clumsily.

You turn back around towards him, “You think…no, Eds. You’re so sexy, even when you do your weird little dances.”

“I’ll have you know,” Eddie starts, giving you a playful look, “that my weird little dances have gotten me not one, but…yeah, okay, just the one hot girl’s phone number.”

“And it was mine.”

“Yeah, yeah.” He reaches for your hand and holds it tentatively. “But if I’m making you feel good, how come you don’t get…y’know…?”

Instinct has you wanting to turn away from him in shame, but his grip on your hand is enough to keep you where you are. It’s hard to meet his eyes, but once you do and that big doe stare tugs at your heart, you let out a sigh.

“You’re making me feel amazing, Eddie. It’s just…I don’t really get…I mean, I can’t get too…” The right words don’t seem to find you and frustration balls up inside of you. You slap your free hand over your eyes, partially out of frustration, but also to hide the tears that are beginning to well up.

“Hey…” Eddie lightly chides as he rubs his thumb along the back of your hand. “You can talk to me. You know that.”

The hand falls from your face and you take a deep breath. Words jumble through your brain, trying to figure out how to come from another direction. “Y-You know how I have depression and anxiety.”

“Yeah.”

“Well,” you say, swallowing before continuing, “the meds they give me for them…they, uh…well, they kind of keep me from being able to get…”

“Wet?” Eddie offers.

You nod, a few tears breaking free despite your attempts to keep them in.

“I can…a little…just not a whole lot. I’m sorry.”

Eddie frowns and shakes his head. “Why are you apologizing?”

“Because,” you say, huffing a humorless laugh, “you’re so cute and sweet and I’m worried that when we actually have sex, it won’t feel good for you.”

He pauses for a moment, tongue poking out from his lips in the way that makes you melt as he reaches into his nightstand and pulls out a bottle of lube. He holds the small pink tube up between the two of you.

“Think this’ll work?” he asks.

You raise an eyebrow in amusement. The bottle is the last thing you expected Eddie to pull out of that unorganized mess he calls a nightstand.

“Where did you get that?” you ask.

“Well, uh,” Eddie starts, cheeks tingeing pink. You notice he continues to look at the lube instead of you. “I use it every night when I think of you.”

The words take you by surprise, even though he’s your boyfriend. It’s not like you hadn’t gotten off thinking about him long before the two of you even started dating.

“You…you think of me?”

“Well, yeah,” Eddie shrugs with a grin. “My girl is ridiculously beautiful, you think I’m not going to get off thinking about her every night before I go to bed? And most mornings before school?” He ducks his head and his bashfulness makes him look especially boyish. “Plus, there was all that time before we started dating when we were just friends…”

“So that’s why it’s more than half empty,” you say, a small smile breaking through on your lips.

“I prefer to think of it as half full.” Eddie’s roguish smile has you breaking out into a full blown grin. You let out a chuckle as you pluck the bottle from your boyfriend’s fingers.

“I didn’t peg you for a strawberry kind of guy, Munson.”

Eddie looks down with a shy expression on his face. Every time you make him flustered you take it as a personal victory.

“It’s, uh, it’s ‘cause it smells like your chapstick.” He leans up and presses a kiss to your nose. When he sees the effect that has on you, mischievousness creeps back onto his face. “What do you say…wanna give it a try?”

You exhale, still frustrated. The anxiety at the back of your brain is still saying that Eddie is just being nice about this. That he really thinks it’s weird and doesn’t want to have sex with you now.

“Are you sure you’re okay with this? With being with someone who needs to use lube?” you double check.

Eddie looks at you with an incredulous expression. “Baby, I’d use WD40 if it meant being inside you.”

A snort of laughter escapes you and you lightly slap his chest.

“Eddie, I’m serious!”

“I am, too! Shit, I’ll go grab some Crisco from the cabinet right now—”

“Eddie!” You sigh. “I know you’re going to wanna have, like, spontaneous sex. That might not be something I can do if we don’t have lube.”

Eddie shrugs without missing a beat. “I’ll carry it around with me. Like pocket lube or something.”

“Pocket lube?” you ask, raising an eyebrow.

He laughs, stroking your cheek with his thumb. “We can keep this one here, and I’ll buy another one for the van. How does that sound?”

The offer has your heart melting and you lean into his body. “Sounds like you’re the best boyfriend in the world.”

“Baby, you ain’t seen nothing yet,” he smirks, tugging gently at the waistband of your panties. “May I lube up the fair maiden?”

“As long as you promise never to say that again,” you say, already climbing onto his bed.

“Noted,” he agrees with a laugh before turning his attention to the panties that block his view of your beautiful pussy. He drags the lacy fabric down your legs and tosses it aside as you unclasp your bra. A goofy grin spreads across his face as he takes one breast in each hand. “Sorry,” he says, though his tone has no ounce of apology, “but you can’t just show off your tits and expect me to focus on anything else.”

You roll your eyes and giggle, a fluttering feeling in your stomach that goes beyond the moment’s lust. The way he can make you laugh in your most vulnerable moments is special, and you want to capture this joy and keep it forever.

“Lay back and open these pretty legs for me, Sweetheart.” Eddie squeezes out some lube onto the tips of his forefinger and middle finger, gently pumping them in and out of you, going a bit deeper each time “‘S good?”

“Mhm. So, so fucking good, fuck.” Your walls clench around his fingers in a silent plea for him to be buried deep inside you.

“Tell me if you need more, okay baby doll?”

You nod, really only able to fixate on the way his fingers feel inside you. The addition of the lubricant removes any unwanted friction, and you moan louder than you intend to.

“Your noises…holy fuckin’ shit.” Eddie muses, palming himself over his boxers.

You squeeze your eyes shut in embarrassment. “‘M sorry.”

He pauses his movements, drawing a whimper from your lips. “Don’t ever apologize for making such beautiful sounds. It’s crazy hot, baby.”

“Really?”

He uses his free hand to grab your wrist, bringing your palm to his tented boxers. The fabric strains against his raging erection.

“Really.”

With that, you let yourself fully indulge in the feeling of his fingers. You barely recognize the noises you’re making; you’ve never felt this good in your whole life.

The way Eddie’s tongue pokes from his mouth gives you another idea, and you press your thighs together to stop his ministrations.

He looks up at you, brows knitted together in confusion. “What is it, baby? More?” He starts to reach for the bottle until he sees you shake your head.

“Do you, uh, w-wanna taste the lube?” It’s as straightforward as you can manage, still overwhelmed by the pleasure washing over your body.

Eddie’s cock twitches, his face contorted in amused disbelief. “Are you seriously asking me if I want to eat you out?” he asks. “Was it not obvious that that would be a yes?”

He throws your legs over his shoulders so quickly that it has you laughing in surprise, but that laughter stops as soon as his mouth is on you. His tongue immediately finds your clit, flicking over it until your toes curl. He wraps his lips around it and sucks gently until he has you on the brink of orgasm. His fingers return to your needy hole, filling you expertly until you cum with a wanton moan.

“So fucking good f’me,” Eddie says, still between your legs. His mouth and chin are covered in a slick sheen. “You wanna taste now, baby? Wanna know just how delicious you are?”

You open your mouth and eagerly accept his fingers. They taste of your arousal and a hint of strawberry; it does bear a striking similarity to your Chapstick. Once Eddie lets his fingers drop from your mouth, you’re whining and writhing below him.

“Need you, Eds.” It sounds more like a whimper than a plea. But your beautiful boyfriend isn’t about to deny you a thing—let alone something that he also wants very badly.

“Fuck, need you too, baby doll.” He launches his boxers across the room and smears some lube on his cock, bucking his hips slightly into his closed palm. He doesn’t break eye contact as he enters you, searching for any inkling of discomfort. The stretch is delicious, and you arch your back once he bottoms out.

“Look at you, taking all of me. My good girl,” Eddie growls, watching his cock disappear into your cunt. “Holy shit; I can’t believe you’ve been hiding this perfect pussy from me.”

You shiver at the praise, blinking away the prickling tears on your lash line.

Eddie gradually picks up the pace, snapping his hips into you. His pubic hair grazes yours and he lets out a groan of his own.

“Could stay like this forever,” he mumbles in your ear, forearms braced on either side of your head.

So could you. Except…

“Eds?”

“Hmm?”

You swallow your timidness. I can trust him. “I think, um…could you use some more lube?” You’re embarrassed and annoyed at yourself for having to interrupt the moment, but Eddie’s unfazed.

“Sure. Can I just put it inside you? Cuz, uh, if I put it on my dick, I’m gonna bust in my hand.” He gives a small laugh, though you both know he’s not joking.

Eddie gingerly fingers you, all-too aware of how oversensitive and overstimulated your pussy is. At some point, he’ll have fun teasing you with his touch, but tonight is about your comfort.

He slides his cock back inside you. “Better?”

“Much,” you manage, re-acclimating your body to him being inside you. “Thank you, baby.”

“‘Course. Let me know if you need more again, ‘kay?”

You nod, relishing in the way he fills you. His cock presses against your walls; you can feel every last inch of him.

Eddie doesn’t stop showering you with praise as he pistons his hips. “Love when my girl tells me what she needs,” he says with a small smirk. “I’d do fuckin’ anything for you, sweet thing.” A few strands of hair cover his eye, and you swipe it away. “Thanks.”

“Any time.” You manage a smile of your own before he catches you off guard, positioning you so he can rub your clit while fucking you. Your jaw drops in surprise; it’s exactly the reaction he wanted. “Just like that, Eds. Holy shit, right there!”

“That’s what you like? Hmm? Like when I’m deep inside your perfect pussy, making you feel good?” The hand not making small figure-eights on your swollen bud grabs your ass, squeezing it possessively. “Like when I claim you? Let me show you who you belong to.”

The combination of Eddie deep within you and being claimed by him pushes you over the edge. The coil snaps and you choke out a sob of relief as pleasure invades your body. You finish on his cock, chanting his name like a prayer.

“Fuck, c-can’t hold out anym-more,” he grunts, and with a cry of your name, he fills you with his own release. He stays inside you for a moment, catching his breath; when he finally pulls out, you can feel his cum dripping down your bare thigh. He hurries to grab the faded blue towel hanging from the back of his door, wiping you off before plopping next to you. He draws tiny circles on your forearm while pressing kisses to your shoulder.

“Was that good? It didn’t hurt or anything, right? Because I kinda lost my mind at the end—”

You silence him with a kiss that only ends because you both start smiling. “That was the best sex I’ve ever had. No one’s ever made me cum before,” you admit.

Eddie scoots back slightly. “You’re shitting me.”

“Nope. You’re the first. So, um, thank you?”

He puffs out his chest, slick with perspiration. “No need to thank us, baby. We’d do anything for you.”

“‘We?’” You cock your eyebrow.

“Yeah, me and the lube,” he states plainly, as if this is an obvious fact. “We make a pretty good team, dontcha think?”

“You’re an idiot, Eddie Munson.”

“I dunno, I thought my ‘pocket lube’ idea was pretty damn brilliant.”

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worldlxvlys · 4 months

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Can you pls make a fix where reader smokes with a guy friend after Chris says it’s not a good idea but the stuff she smokes is laced and the friend tries to make a couple moves but Chris steps in last minute and beats up the friend and then brings her home and takes care of her? Maybe before they are official they are still dealer and costumer

here for you

dwb! chris x reader

warnings: reader gets laced, unwanted touches, vomit, violence, blood (please please read with caution)

a/n: hope you like, also we’re just gonna name the dude jake and keep it pushin

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with that, i rolled my eyes and placed my phone down. i heard it vibrate again, but ignored it, missing his response.

“i’m coming over.”

“everything ok?” jake asked, noting my annoyed expression.

“yup, let’s do this” i said, watching him pull out two pre-rolled joints. we were sat on my front porch, a good amount of distance between us.

“oh wow, got me my own and everything” i said, as he lit mine and passed it to me.

“of course, princess. anything for you” it felt wrong, hearing someone other than chris call me that. i felt like i was cheating on him, which is crazy, considering we’re not together.

i brought the joint up to my lips, inhaling and taking slow puffs of the smoke. i closed my eyes while exhaling, enjoying the feeling that washed over me.

jake did the same with his joint, and i could feel his eyes burn into the side of my head.

“you starting to feel it?” he asked. i opened my eyes and realized he was suddenly a lot closer to me than he had originally been.

this was weird. usually when i’d smoke i would feel a sense of relaxation and happiness, almost in a state of euphoria.

now? i was feeling very relaxed. too relaxed.

my body felt light and my brain was fuzzy.

“oh yeah, you’re feeling it baby” he said as he brought his hand to my face, caressing it.

“you’re so pretty baby” he whispered in my ear as he brought his hands to my waist.

“jake? what are ya doin’?” i mumbled out, i could barely keep my eyes open.

“don’t worry about it baby, just close your eyes” his hand started rubbing my thigh as he brought his face to my neck

“please stop” i whispered, wanting to push him off but not having the energy to.

i was so out of it, i didn’t hear the heavy footsteps traveling up the steps of my front porch.

“yo, she said stop” chris.

chris pulled jake off of me by the collar of his shirt. he didn’t hesitate to pull his arm back, and swing. all that was heard was the sickening crack as his fist collided with jake’s nose.

jake let out a cry as he fell to the ground.

i couldn’t even keep up with what was happening. in contrast to the instant lightness my body had when i started to smoke, my body was now heavy. it felt like i was being held down by a million weights.

chris climbed on top of jake, and landed blow after blow. he threw punch after punch leaving jake’s face bruised and bloodied.

“chris?” i called out, wanting him close to me.

this seemed to make chris snap out of his angry state, as he rushed over to me.

he took in my drowsy state, his eyes softening.

“jesus ma” he whispers as he picks me up bridal style.

“you’re ok baby, i promise. i’m gonna take care of you” he said as he gave my forehead a kiss.

he then carried me to his car, buckling me in and giving my hand a squeeze, “i’ll be right back, ma”

he walked over to jake and pulled him up by the collar, whispering something in his ear before letting go of him and coming back to the car.

once we arrived at his house, he picked me up again and carried me to the door.

he put me down briefly, to push his key in the door and open it, then proceeded to pick me up and carry me to his room.

as soon as we got to his room, he placed me on his bed.

suddenly, i began to feel nauseous.

“chris- toilet” he seemed to understand what i was trying to say, and quickly helped me to his bathroom.

as i hovered over the toilet, i threw up my stomach’s contents making my throat burn and eyes water.

he pulled my hair back, and rubbed my back soothingly.

“ok, baby. it’s ok, let it out”

once i finished, i started to fall back as chris caught me. he wrapped one arm around me, the other flushing the toilet.

“i’m sorry chris, so sorry”

“don’t apologize, ma. that’s what i’m here for. you got me, i’m not going anywhere” he said as he continued to rub my back.

“chris, i feel so disgusting” i mumbled.

“i know, baby. do you wanna take a bath?” i nodded my head.

“ok, is it alright if i help you? i don’t want anything to happen to you, ma” he asked.

“yes, chris. thank you for asking first”

“of course, ma. don’t wanna make you uncomfortable”

“ok don’t move, i’ll be right back” he said as he leaned me against the wall.

he quickly went back to his room, grabbing a towel and clean clothes for me to change into.

when he got back, he began to run the bath water and adjusted the temperature to my liking.

while the water continued to run, he helped me brushed my teeth.

once the water was done, he undressed me, and helped me into the water.

he rubbed the soap onto my skin gently, constantly checking to see if i was ok or if he was making me uncomfortable.

when he finished, he helped me dry off and put on his clean clothes.

once back in his room, he sat me down on his bed.

“do you want space or cuddles?” he asked, very careful not to cross any boundaries.

“cuddles please”

with that, he sat down next to me and opened his arms. i leaned up against him, placing my head on his chest. “thank you, chris”

i said before drifting off to sleep.

he watched me sleep, feeling my heartbeat against his own.

“i’ll always be here for you” he whispered.

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idk if y’all have caught onto this but i’ve never smoked a day in my life😭

me and google were like this 🤞🏾 while writing

hope you enjoyed <333

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that-student-that-has-homework · 2 months

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How to Write a Gojo x Reader?

My sister one day just woke up and chose violence: "hey how would you write a Gojo x Reader?"

So let me get something straight: I take Gege's words pretty seriously when they say: Gojo wouldn't be loyal. So she's (my lil sis) just here to mess with my head.

That being said: I did come out of it with something. I'll share my process at the end. MasterList here !! SPOILERS For anyone who hasn't seen JJK0 or Season 2: Hidden Inventory!!

You work in a second-hand bookstore - cafe. The cafe owner got married to the bookstore owner and they just made it into a combo thing. It's in an area they walk by often enough? Like post missions and school and stuff they just walk by normally.

It's most likely Nanami, Geto, or Ieri that drives the party into the bookstore. Though in Nanami's case I think it's more Haibara noticed he seemed interested in the place and suggested it to everyone.

You're younger than they are by at least a year. Gojo definitely calls you a kid. "What the heck are they doing employing a kid?"

When Gojo buys something from the store, "this kid's going to be taking your money now."

"Cheeky brat."

"Takes one to know one," you make a face at him.

"Where's the manager?" Gojo makes a show of leaning down from his human-skyscraper height. "I want to complain about the horrible customer service."

"Now now Satoru, don't bully the store clerk," yeah you definitely like the guy with the bangs more.

You'd like to say you don't see much of them after that, but Nanami and Geto, and therefor Gojo by extension, show up a few more times to the bookstore and cafe. You get along well with Geto and Nanami, and argue a lot with Gojo.

You do deal with a lot of second hand books though, so some books that come in have curses on them. Coincidentally, it's when the Jujutsu Tech students are all busy that these cursed books come in and the different curses start festering and growing. They become enough of a problem that "accidents" start happening. You still go to work daily though, because you've miraculously managed to not be a victim of any of it.

Though you did have mysterious scratches and bruises and you don't know how you got them.

No fatalities, but some really close calls. Like a bookshelf almost crushing a few people.

When Gojo and Geto hear about these incidents when they get back from a mission, they're like: hold up we know that place. They choose to go personally and are almost alarmed by how bad it was. Sensing the presence of sorcerers the curse gets violent and that's when you develop the ability to see curses too.

Gojo doesn't have the time to teach some kid about these curses, so Geto is the one to comfort you after experiencing what you did. He starts checking up on you regularly (with Gojo in tow) after that experience with how shaken you were. He's very sweet, and you're young, so you develop a bit of a crush on the dark-haired boy.

Let it be known Gojo picks up on it immediately and starts tagging along just to antagonize and tease you.

Things change drastically after they fail their mission with Riko.

While they're both shaken up, Geto is still Geto, so he feels duty bound to check in with you. You asking both him and Gojo for curse self-defense advice, helps him a bit. That being said, when he's lost and drifting about, you do feel it on a subconscious level. Your conscious brain doesn't catch up fast enough unfortunately. You are, as Gojo, put it a kid.

Given Gojo's Six-Eyes, he's actually the one who first figures out what you can do. Geto's the one who does most of the instructing because Gojo's not the best at it.

You're a weird kind of normalcy. You're not a sorcerer, and they don't advise you to be one, but you can understand what they do to a certain extent. As a result the three of you kinda bond over all sorts of things.

After Geto snaps and Gojo is looking for him, he comes by the bookstore, concerned about you, though you were almost a sorcerer at this point. He honestly feels relieved to see you.

"Is everything alright?" You can feel it in your gut that something is terribly wrong. "Sugu-kun came by the other day and you weren't with him."

"Suguru came by?"

"Yeah, he came by to say goodbye, because his mission was going to send him away for a very long time."

Gojo's shock is visible on his face, "did he do anything to you?"

"No?" You frown at him. "Sugu-kun would never."

Gojo looks so torn by those words and you're so confused by what's happening, but Gojo just leaves without saying a thing.

After his falling out with his best friend, he avoids the bookstore for a bit...until his feet take him there one day.

"Satoru!" You look at him with so much concern. "You're still alive!"

"Hah?" He sneers. "Of course I'm still alive! I'm the strongest!"

"Yeah, yeah," you roll your eyes, "so um, have you heard anything from Sugu-kun, is he okay?"

"Is there anything new on the cafe menu?" You're taken aback by how he doesn't even answer your question.

Again on a subconscious level you know something's wrong, but you're struggling to put it together. So you just tell him about the new sweet that you really like that's been added. Then reiterate your question for him to respond to. He ignores you again and goes and buys one for him and one for you.

You've barely taken a bite into the treat when he speaks up, "Suguru's a curse user now."

You look so surprised.

"That's the mission, he was talking about," Gojo takes a bite of his own sweet, but his expression is sour.

-_-

Gojo continues to frequent that bookshop you work at, probably chasing the memories of the time when it was the three of you. You opened up to him more after what happened with Suguru. That being said, your tongue only got sharper with time, and so did your sass.

By the time you were in your last year of high school, you had each other's numbers and talked regularly.

"Well would you look at that squirt?" He'd tease. "You're going to join the adult world soon, but you're still as tiny as a kid."

"Everyone's tiny in comparison to you Mr. Tokyo Tower," you roll your eyes, "how is the weather up where you're at? I get the feeling the difference in altitude is affecting your ability to think."

As you both grow into adulthood, Gojo, given he makes much more money than you, starts insisting you meet up in expensive places he knows you can't afford to flaunt his wealth in your face. He is inviting you to treat you though.

The first time he pulled this on you, he went about gaslighting convincing you that the fancy decor didn't mean anything, and that the place was perfectly within the budget on a university student...until the bill showed up and you panic. He laughed so hard, it disturbed the other patrons, and even brought tears to his eyes, heck his abdominal muscles were sore. He paid for the whole thing afterwards, don't worry.

He couldn't get you to meet him at any place he picked for a while after that.

"My job pays really well, what's the problem with me treating a friend?"

"Well this friend can't repay this kindness so easily and feels bad about letting you have something against her."

"Eh?" He looks kinda pouty. "You really think I'd really be that petty?"

"You are."

"I'm here being generous and treating you to fancy foods you can only dream of tasting and you're being so mean."

"You've just proven my point, Satoru," you sigh, "I don't want to be a friend that only takes without giving back."

He's more amused that affronted by all that. He wasn't exactly trying to put you in his debt.

"Would you consider becoming a jujutsu sorcerer then?" He hums aloud. "You could repay me that way."

"Weren't you the one wailing about how I'm pretty mediocre and weak?" You questioned. "Wouldn't I just die on the job?"

"Ah good point," he teases.

You throw him a dirty look.

"Then," he looks at you intensely, "when I ask you for a favor, don't deny me."

"Depends on the favor Satoru," you're careful with your answer.

"Then at least, make sure I'm very high on your priority list," he says flippantly, "after all you're super lucky that I even give you any of my attention."

"Oh yeah," you sarcastically reply, but you're smiling, "thank you so much for gracing my insignificant self with your great presence."

You both laugh at that.

You do try to give back in some way. You accompany him, you give him teaching advice where you can. You celebrate his birthdays. You let him talk about Suguru. You didn't judge him after he told you he'd killed Suguru. You mourned him together. You said the things you thought he was thinking aloud for him. You didn't attack him when he feigned indifference. You did push him a bit. You tried not to flinch when he blew up in your face though. You stood there like an anchor, but he could see the tremors you held back, and you couldn't keep your tears contained.

You were terrified of him in that moment. You stayed because you wanted to be a good friend. He walked away without a word when he was done.

You accepted his invite a week later, he treated you to a fancy sweets place again. He was back to his usual self then, joking and poking and everything. This was his way of apologizing without apologizing really.

You knew better than to feel special to Satoru though.

You were only ever friends. After all, the one you'd had a crush on was Suguru. You wouldn't deny that Satoru was a beautiful specimen though.

But as a beautiful specimen, he was more interested in people who came close to his beauty. Which was why you were often his "women-expert". You did a shit job of it according to him.

"Satoru," you said it in such an exasperated tone, "each person is different."

"But there are some things that are shared over all!"

"Yeah, we want to feel loved and appreciated," you responded, digging into the parfait he'd gotten you, "but that's common to men too."

He clicked his tongue at you.

"If you want to properly pursue a lady, you need to closely listen to what she's saying."

He'll show you the texts they'd exchanged with absolutely no regard to your sanity. It's absurd what you're seeing. It's also hilarious how bad he is at this. Gross as what you were seeing was.

"It feels like neither one of you is serious," you leaned back, kinda disturbed by you'd seen.

"I'm not looking for anything serious."

"Then why are you asking me for advice?"

"It felt like fun."

"Why do I put up with you?"

"Because I feed you."

"So I'm a stray?"

"Hehe pretty much."

You laugh for a moment, "if you really believe that I only hang around you because you treat me, I'll punch you."

"Go ahead, I won't feel a thing."

"Fair point," you thought about it for a moment, "I'll have to figure out a different way to show you how upset I am with you thinking I don't value you as a friend."

You're not Suguru...but you're still his friend.

I'm tired so I'm stopping here. If you want to see more please let me know. I did have some ideas for the Shibuya arc.

So for the thought process: I felt like with Gojo it's either a one and done or it's just angst. You don't get a happy ending this guy. It'd get messy...Gojo is lonely. Look at how he's frantically and desperately trying to collect and train more strong sorcerers. I think he could have feelings for a person, but he'd be the one to be guarded and stuff them down. He's the strongest after all.

#gojo x reader #gojo x you #jjk x reader #jjk x you #gojo satoru #jjk fanfic #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x #jujutsu kaisen x rea #jujutsu kaisen fanfic #gojo jujutsu kaisen

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RE: Zayne and praise (going back on anon cause uhhhhh this may have gotten away from me and got a little bit ~spicy~ lol)

Oh for sure, he may appreciate you complimenting him but he won’t melt if you tell him he’s pretty or call him a good boy or anything like that. I’m sure he would more than welcome you telling him how amazing he is and how proud you are of him tho! Annnnd maybe he wouldn’t mind terribly if you told him what a good job he was doing… and I don’t just mean in his profession 👀

Idk about anyone else but Zayne just very much gives me service top vibes at times???? Like even just based on the way he cares so much for MC and is more than happy to do the silliest little things if it means getting a smile or a laugh (PLEASE he literally meowed for her!!! 😭), he’ll do anything he can to see it!! Because of this I get the feeling that if he can make you feel good, he’ll be a happy man. And I don’t just mean regular good, I’m talking GOOD good, like so good that he absolutely ruins you for anyone else kinda good (not that he’ll ever let you go now that he has you ofc).

Idk I just feel like it would really get him going to hear you babbling on and on about how incredible he is and how good he’s making you feel???? Like for him to hear that as you whimper and moan and maybe drag your nails down his back… hooooo boy, he might just lose his mind 😮‍💨🥵

TL:DR; Zayne will do everything in his power to make you happy in every way possible, and he loves it when you let him know he’s doing just that ❤️

—✨

P.S. #1: The word “good” is starting to look real weird after typing it so many times lmao

P.S. #2: My brain can’t seem to decide between using “you” and “she/MC” so I just gave up and used whichever whenever felt right 🤷‍♀️

(MDNI)

— (its okay its our little secret you’re love and deep safe here ! )

he’s the most service top to ever service top, he just works better of psychical encouragement in the bedroom rather than verbal 🫠 unlike out an about in public i think he lowkey hates pda beyond like holding hands MAYBE but when it’s just you guys <33 he definitely likes to hold your hand while he’s getting dirty bc the squeezing means he’s doing what he has to do just right sigggh

ofc he likes hearing you, he’s just a (gentle) man after all but yeah scratches and little bruises on his hips from where your fingertips dug in are his favourite, you can’t fake that when its dr zayne sheeesh

to make a long thought short; praise his mind not his body and let your body do the talking — he’ll love it 🥰

(p.s#2 me too but in my mind she me so I revert back to you 😭)

#asks—#✨ — nonnie #love and deepspace smut

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lesbianrobin fic scraps #1: kaleidoscope

(the first in what may or may not be a series of abandoned WIPs that i share because maybe someone will still enjoy them or get inspired <3 no context baby figure it out)

"Are you, like, really itchy too, or is that just me?"

Robin squirms as she sips at her Coke, kicking her legs lazily back and forth as they lounge on the food court countertop.

Steve has been feeling a lot of shit in the past few hours, so it hadn't really registered among the various throbbing pains and stabbing pains and warm, sticky blood, but now that Robin mentions it he's suddenly terribly itchy. "Yeah, actually. Think it's the drugs?"

"Or forty-eight hours of sweating in polyester."

Steve frowns. "I have an undershirt. Don't you have an undershirt?"

Robin furrows her brow. "Why would I have an undershirt?"

"Because of the polyester."

She rolls her eyes. "Well, it didn't do you much good, did it? We're both itchy."

Robin suddenly goes still, eyes widening. She turns away from the spectacle of their ragtag band of nerds preparing for battle to look Steve in the eye.

"Steve," she says.

"...Yeah?"

She smiles, and fuck, Steve loves her smile. He can love her smile as a friend, right? It's not weird. He loves Dustin's smile, too.

Her eyes have a manic energy. "We're both itchy."

Oh. Oh, holy shit.

"Oh, holy shit," Steve says.

His brain isn't working too quickly right now. Sue him.

"Where's yours?"

"On my back," and Robin's yanking his shirt up.

"Turn around, turn around, oh my god," she urges, trails her ice-cold fingers across his skin, and they gasp in unison.

"Holy shit," Robin whispers.

"How's it look?"

"I…" Her voice wobbles. "Well, I can't be sure, because I think some of it's bruising, but, uh…"

Jesus, her hands are cold. From the can of Coke, he figures. If only she'd press her freezing fingers to the worst of his aches. As it is, she only grazes over his skin, maybe afraid of hurting him, maybe afraid of touching him so intimately.

"It's a little bit of everything," Robin says, "It's… It's your whole back, Steve, like, even…" She tugs his shirt up higher, until it's all bunched around his neck, and Steve slips his arms out of the sleeves and lets the ruined sailor shirt hang around his neck like a scarf.

"Even your shoulders."

Robin's less afraid here. She presses her hand against his right shoulder blade, and the itching sensation ceases at her touch.

"But, shit, you should probably see, like, a real doctor if the flesh monster doesn't get us, because you're so bruised up. Shit, look at mine, though, what's mine?"

They shuffle awkwardly atop the counter, Steve unable to hold back an embarrassing groan at the ache in his abdomen. Robin is already pulling her own shirt up, almost off of her head, and Steve can see her bra (and it's just that plain tan color, no cute patterns or anything, but the sight of it makes Steve feel warm somehow, like when he first saw Nancy's teddy bear or Dustin's little collection of oddly-shaped dice), so he reaches out and grabs at Robin's shirt before she can yank it off entirely, pulling it down to cover her chest.

"Jesus Christ, Rob, there's thirteen year old boys here. And that creepy guy in the tank top."

"Right, sorry," she laughs, "That's, like, unfair, though."

Steve shrugs. "I mean, you can take it off if you want, but I figured I'd remind you."

"No, yeah, you're right." She pulls her legs up and crosses them, turning her back to Steve. "Here, you do it, I'll hold the front down."

He pushes her shirt up slowly.

Even with only an inch of skin showing above her shorts, Steve sees the colors. Each inch of skin reveals a dozen new shades, and Steve can't help pushing her shirt up as high as he can, because the colors spread from her hips up to her shoulders, and it's like…

"What is it?"

"...It's a little bit of everything," he settles on.

"We match," Robin breathes, and Steve should let her put her shirt down now, but he keeps the polyester bunched up by her shoulders, because he's never seen anything so beautiful in his life.

"I didn't know they could be like this."

Steve has never been artistic. He took art classes all through elementary school, though, and he took Beginner Art freshman year as an elective because he figured it would be an easy A, and he could barely draw a straight line, but he loved the watercolors because they let him dream about soulmarks. His favorite thing was just letting little droplets of different colors fall from his brush to his paper and watching how they'd seep across the blank surface, eventually meeting one another and mixing to create dark purples and greens and, quite often, browns, but he never had any colors of his own, and he liked to look at the paper and dream about how those colors might one day stain his skin forever. When their teacher let them do whatever they wanted, he'd always make some watercolor mess in the corner while the artsy kids did real work.

Robin's skin is the most incredible watercolor mess he's ever seen. Deep reds seep out from her right shoulder, blending into purples and oranges and pinks and a warm, earthy brown between her shoulder blades. Her left shoulder is a bit bruised, he thinks, or it's just dark blue and black and purple seeping into every color of the rainbow plus a dozen more moving down, a streak of brilliant pink that nearly dips below her waistband and a pool of various blues, turquoises, periwinkles, every beautiful color he's ever seen wrapped in deep green ribbons and Jesus, it's fucking incredible. There's a few spots of that same earthy brown scattered across her back, like specks of dirt, or maybe freckles and moles. Maybe those were there before. It doesn't really matter.

He lets his fingers trace one of the ribbons. Robin lets out a hysterical laugh. "I think we might be, like, the most soul connected people ever in the world."

Steve snorts, but he can't bring himself to disagree. He's never seen anything like this before, not even in the most dramatic romantic movies, not even in his wildest dreams.

"Everybody else should just get drugged together too, I guess." It's probably rude, but Steve asks, "Can I move your bra a little to see?"

"Yeah, go for it."

He slips a finger under the band of her bra and lifts it up to see what colors are underneath. There's golden yellow, bright sparks of pure white. He's never felt so warm in his life.

"Never thought I'd have a boy taking my bra off."

He removes his finger and lets the band down, but he snaps her right bra strap against her skin because he can do that now.

"Ow! Asshole."

"I wasn't taking it off, you jerk." Steve gently tugs her shirt down and pats her shoulder. "Sorry. It was really pretty under there. Like white fireworks."

Robin spins around with a big smile on her face and tears in her eyes. "Let me look at yours again."

She shoves his shirt up just as urgently and her fingers trace some unseen pattern near the center of his back.

"Like here?"

Before Steve's painfully slow brain can figure out what she's asking, someone clears their throat.

Steve turns to find Dustin with a smug grin on his face. "Super happy for you guys, but we have a plan."

#em talks #lesbianrobin.ficscraps #long post

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i-cant-sing · 2 years

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Aight so Ik my catch phrase is Terry Jeffords yelling “NO DOCTOR” but if surgeon Dabi was real? You bet your a** I’d be breaking my fingers to see him… respectfully

"You again?" Dabi sighs before nodding at you to follow him. You sat on the bed while he took out your X ray scan, your arm was broken at two places, and 2 bruised ribs. He took a look at your face, bruises on your cheek and your lip cut up.

"What happened this time?" He asked as he began pulling out his instruments and bandages.

You shrugged. "Got hit by a car when I was cycling."

Dabi hummed as he began working on your arm first. He gave you local anesthesia and began working on your arm, making sure that you can't see the surgery and freak out.

You were still conscious so he began asking you questions. "So, wanna tell me how exactly you broke your arm?"

"What's there to tell? Like I said, I got hit by the car, then landed on my arm at a position where my arm got fractured... because my body landed on it. Then I hailed a cab here."

"Why didn't the driver offer you a ride here?"

"He was a hit and run."

"Hm. And how did you get your face like that?"

"I'm sorry, am I too ugly for a high schooler?" You rolled your eyes.

"Yes."

"You're not a very good doctor."

"And you're not a very good liar. So why don't you drop the bullshit and get straight with me, or else I'll call the cops and then they can investigate your "hit and run" situation."

You narrowed your eyes at him. "What the hell is your problem?"

"You. You are my problem, you little pain in the ass, the thorn in my foot- you and your stupid lies about getting hurt by one freak accident after another. So, you're either having some weird brain problems, or you're just covering up for someone." Dabi said, just as he finished stitching you up.

You looked away from his stare, feeling bare as you felt him looking right through you. "Its just for a few months, I'll move to college by then."

Dabi sighed and nodded. "Fine. But I don't want you leaving the hospital until your arm is completely healed. Tired of having to fix you again and again."

You smiled cheekily. "Don't pretend you dont enjoy my company. Why else would the head surgeon be down here at the emergency with commoners like me?"

Dabi ruffled your hair before pushing you towards the bed. "Now, you're going to stay here while I get you something to eat."

"Pizza-"

"No. Soup. And a sandwich." He said, pulling out his phone and dialing a number. "And milk. For the bones."

You grumbled like a child as Dabi left the room, the surgeon pulling his tongue at you on his way out.

As soon as the other side picked up, Dabi's laidback demeanour dropped.

"I want to report child abuse and endangerment." Dabi said.

"Is it that kid you've been talking about?" The person asked.

"Yeah." Dabi sighed. "I need you to do whatever you can to put her parents behind. I want full custody."

"Alright, I'll see what I can do, babe."

"Thanks, Keigo."

#yandere dabi #yandere dabi x reader #yandere bnha #bnha headcanons #yandere mha #bnha imagines #yandere dad dabi

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herrmannhalsteadproduction · 8 months

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500 Miles (Chapter Five)

Summary: This is Part Nineteen of my series A Herrmann/Halstead Production. It is an AU where Christopher Herrmann's mom had an affair with Pat Halstead resulting in a baby. The series follows this OC character (Rebecca "Bex" Herrmann) as she grows up and gets to know her brothers and the various Chicago teams. It is very much an AU, just to underscore that. It doesn't follow the same timeline and characters will follow different paths.

Click here for the Series Rundown where you can find the links to read all of the previous installments (which I highly recommend you do so that this one makes sense.)

Rating: Teen and Up

Relationships: Christopher Herrmann & Original Female Character, Jay Halstead & Original Female Character, Will Halstead & Original Female Character, Jay Halstead & Will Halstead, Greg 'Mouse' Gerwitz/Original Female Character, Will Halstead/Connor Rhodes, Assorted OC Couples

Warnings: Light Angst, Emotional Conversations, Dealing with Past Trauma, Minor Character Injury, Swearing, Implied Sexual Content, Kissing, An Unholy Amount of Fluff, EXTRA NOTE FOR THIS CHAPTER: Bex has a small panic attack and is helped through it.

A/N: To underscore my previous note, this is an alternate universe so things have unfolded differently. This will not follow the canon arcs exactly by any means. But I hope you'll still enjoy it!

Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Bex

Last night had been exactly what Bex needed to get her equilibrium back. Will had shown up in time to eat the last of the pizza and watch a few more episodes of Buffy with them. He’d flopped right down on the floor, leaning back against Connor’s legs, diving into the banter with his mouth full.

And for Bex? Sitting there, crammed together in the living room with a good chunk of her people? …she felt like things might just be okay.

Of course then this morning, Will dragged her out the door for a run at a horrifically early hour and now she hated everything including the sun and fresh air and sweating and—

Blergh.

“Okay,” she panted as she kept pace with Will and Kol. Taking time off last week to let her back bruises fade had lost her a lot of ground in the begrudging acceptance of this routine. “This is officially too much sweating for a Wednesday. You need to entertain me or I’m turning around.”

“What?” Will laughed.

“Talk,” Bex demanded. “Tell me things.”

“Uhhhh—”

Bex wracked her own brain, looking for something to get them started on. Oh! “It was awesome having Connor hang out last night,” she said. “How have things been going with him?”

Will turned bright red. Like, redder than out for a run in July red. Interesting.

“Did Jay say something to you?” Will asked, voice going high at the end.

Very interesting. Clearly, she’d hit on something here. And! Will hadn’t told her about it yet!

Rude.

“No,” she said. “Why? Is everything okay?”

His face smoothed out as he smiled. “Everything is great,” Will said. “He’s great.”

“But…” Bex prompted.

Will kept running, keeping his eyes on the path ahead of them.

“Will!” She hit him with her elbow.

“Ugh! Okay!” He scrunched up his nose. “Just feels weird talking to you about it.”

“Not doing much talking,” she muttered. She understood. She did. There were some things that were probably easier to talk to a brother about. And maybe she didn’t actually want to be a sounding board for wherever this discussion was leading…

Except she did! She and Will were brother and sister, but they were also roomies! They talked about their shit! All of it! They’d bonded!

…but…he also deserved his privacy if he wanted it or whatever so she could be cool with that. She wouldn’t pout.

She must not have been doing a great job of that because Will took a quick look at her face and burst out laughing. “Oh, my god, fine,” he said. “So. You know how Connor and I have been taking it slow…”

“Yeah, and you said he’s been really amazing about that,” Bex said with a nod.

“Exactly!” Will threw his arms out. “So amazing! Too amazing!”

“Ooooooh,” Bex laughed as understanding hit her. “I get it. You’re horny on Main and Connor’s being way too polite at the crosswalk.”

“Aaaand I’m going home.” Will whistled for Kol and started turning around until Bex grabbed at his arm, still laughing.

“Wait! Wait, I’m sorry,” she said. She put them back on the path, slowing down to a walk. “Come on. Let’s workshop this.”

“Bex,” Will groaned and she bumped shoulders with him.

“No, no, no! We can figure it out.” Will had come so far with everything. She didn’t want him turning in on himself now and not going for what he wanted. “What I’m hearing is that you want to move things forward in your relationship physically—”

“This is my nightmare,” Will whispered and she ignored him, pressing on.

“—and Connor is not taking the initiative because he’s trying to be respectful and follow your lead. Right?”

“Pretty much,” Will said, dragging a hand over his face.

“Have you talked to him about any of this?” She was guessing not based on the fact that they were having this conversation, but it was Will so she figured she should ask. He shook his head.

“There hasn’t really been an opportunity lately,” he said.

Fair. Between the Mouse thing and the Jay thing and the AJ thing and the Ty thing, there’d been a lot going on.

“But,” he continued. “I’ve tried to give some…other cues.” The blush was back.

“How did that go?” Bex asked carefully, forcing herself not to giggle at how squirmy he got.

“Uh, they were well received,” Will said. He reached up and pushed her waggling eyebrows away with a hand to her face. “But again, he didn’t make a move to take it any further.” He tilted his head, considering. “Although that one time was probably because we were at work.”

Bex laughed and he grinned widely, not chagrined in any way, shape, or form.

“Yeah, that was a good day,” he said, ducking his chin with a little smirk.

“It sounds like some progress has been made,” Bex said. “You just need a chance to really talk about it. What if we found a way to give you some alone time?” The two of them had more than earned it.

Will nodded slowly.

“Ooh! Want me and Emery to clear out of the apartment for a night?” she asked. They could camp out at Jay’s or maybe Kira and Malia’s place.

“Maybe?” Will frowned lightly as he thought it over.

“Or we could make sure we’re gone for a day or whatever time your schedules sync up. We’ll get you the time, Will,” Bex promised. “You’ll talk and worse comes to worse, you could just jump him and see where it leads.”

“You and Jay, I swear to god,” he shook his head as he chuckled in resignation. He sped up, starting to run again down the path.

“What?" Bex chased after him. “I’m just saying it’s an option! Will!”

***

Emery

Thursday afternoon, Emery stood outside the door of the apartment, keys in hand, preparing herself to go in.

She knew Bex was in there. After going for a run with Will yesterday, then working at the diner, then working at Molly’s, and then going to the gym with Sam this morning; she’d declared the rest of today a ‘work on the graphic novel’ day. She was probably still plugging away on it.

Emery shouldn’t interrupt that.

Except they really needed to talk. Emery had been trying to pin her down for the last couple of days just so they could have this chat and now was as good a time as any but…

Maybe she wasn’t quite as ready for it as she thought.

This was going to be a big change. A good change and a needed one, but scary all at the same time. And she honestly wasn’t sure how Bex was going to take it.

Bex was her best friend. Emery loved her. They were family.

The thing about Bex though, for better or for worse, was that she was all in. She’d stepped up with her whole heart when Emery needed her. Given her space and time and support. And Emery—she had no words for how grateful she was.

But a Bex who was all in might not totally understand why Emery needed to do this.

Might be hurt.

The last thing Emery wanted to do was hurt Bex, but she knew in her heart that this was the right step and the right time to take it so she had to put it all out there and hope for the best.

Okay.

She was doing this.

Emery put her key in the lock and opened the door.

“Hey!” Bex looked up from her table, setting down her pencil. “You’re home a bit early. How was your day?”

“Good,” Emery said, hanging up her bag and kicking off her shoes. “It was good.” She side-stepped the living room and popped into the kitchen. Snacks. Snacks would make this easier. “How was your day?”

“Also good,” Bex called out. “Got a lot done so I feel free and clear to go for my Mouse walk.”

Oh, shit. That was today.

Maybe—maybe that was a good thing. Bex would have someone else to talk to if she needed it.

Emery filled a couple of glasses with juice and grabbed a container of cookies before heading back out to the living room. She set everything down on the coffee table.

Bex’s eyes lit up. “Oooh, snacks!”

“Yeah, come and have a seat,” Emery said, sinking into the couch and patting the spot beside her. “I wanted to talk to you for a bit.”

“Is everything okay?” Bex slowed down, taking a careful look at Emery’s face before sitting down.

“I think it’s good,” Emery said, trying to back that up with a smile. “And I hope you do too.”

Bex narrowed her eyes at that. She reached out and grabbed a cookie, taking a determined bite out of it. “Alright,” she said. “Lay it on me.”

Emery took a deep breath. This was it.

“I think it’s time for me to start looking for my own place.”

***

Bex

“What?” Bex choked, grabbing a glass to wash the cookie fragments down. “Why?” That was a terrible idea. It was too soon. Why—

“First of all, because I can’t keep living here rent free and mooching off you guys,” Emery said, ticking the point off on her fingers.

That was easily solved. “You can pay rent!” Bex said. “And you contribute! You help out with groceries and stuff.”

“Bex,” Emery laughed softly as she scooched closer. “I also can’t keep sharing your room and hogging your bed indefinitely.”

She did have a tendency to starfish. “I’ll talk to Will,” Bex said, brain already in ‘find a solution’ overdrive. “We could look for a three-bedroom apartment. Or maybe rent a house! Then we’d have a yard for Kol—”

“No! That’s—” Emery held up a hand, sighing. “I don’t want you to upend your life for me anymore than you already have.”

“And I want you to be here,” Bex said quietly. “Where I know you’ll be safe.”

Emery sat back, knitting her fingers together in her lap. She was quiet for a few moments and Bex was about to start backing up her argument when Emery finally looked up at her again.

“I want to be safe too,” she said. “And being here has been amazing, but it’s also starting to feel like…I’m hiding out.”

“You’re not—”

“I know I’m not,” Emery said quickly. She shook her head, smiling fondly at Bex before sighing. “You gave me a safe place to land, Bex, and I needed that more than you’ll ever know.” She pulled her legs up onto the couch and leaned into Bex’s side.

Bex followed suit, resting her head on the back of the couch. “I said you could always come here and I meant it.”

“You really did.” Emery reached out and grabbed Bex’s hand in hers. “I just—I’ve been thinking about this for awhile and now, knowing that Ty’s not getting out of jail anytime soon,” she said. “It feels like the right time.”

She leaned forward, excited and intense and earnest all at the same time. “I want to reclaim my life,” Emery said. “To rebuild it for me. The job and the car have been a good start, but I want—I want to make my own safe space, Bex.”

Bex knew it made sense. She knew it was ultimately a good thing and she wanted Emery to heal and be happy.

But another part of her wanted to scream because what if Ty came back and Emery was alone? What if that happened and there was no well-timed arrival of Jay or anybody and Ty actually made it to Emery and—

She couldn’t even think the words.

Bex’d had her fill this year of the people she cared about getting hurt.

…but it wasn’t about her, was it?

“What are you thinking?” Emery asked tentatively.

“…that it really doesn’t matter what I think,” Bex said, trying to smile at her friend, knowing it was coming across stiff and strained. She extricated herself from the couch and headed toward the door. “I should get going,” she said, pulling her shoes on and calling Kol. “I’ve got to go meet Mouse.”

“Bex.” Emery twisted around on the couch, watching her with dismay.

“I’ll see you in a bit.” Bex clipped on Kol’s leash and left. She knew she wasn’t handling this that well and she had to go before she made it worse.

Before everything spilled over and she blurted out her deepest fear.

What if you go and we lose you for good?

***

Mouse

“—no lead up discussion, just ‘I think I should move out’—”

Ease into things, Bex had said last time. Ask what was new.

“—and I know she makes good money at her job, but rent is so expensive! What kind of place can she find on her own? Are we adding a sketchy neighbourhood on top of everything else—”

He’d asked.

“—I should have been more supportive, but she sprung it on me and was I supposed to lie about how I felt—”

Turned out there was a big something new.

Suddenly there was silence. Mouse glanced over to see Bex shaking her head with a rueful look on her face. “I’m sorry,” she said. “I know I sound completely unhinged.”

“You sound like someone who’s worried about their friend,” he said. Mouse had spent plenty of time on both sides of that equation.

Bex sighed heavily and he gently bumped into her side. “Hey.” Reaching down, he took her hand in his, loosely in case she pulled away; intertwining their fingers when she didn’t. “What can I do? You, uh, you need to vent some more? ‘Cause I’ll listen. Or—or we can talk it out?”

That must have been the right thing to say because she swayed into his space with a ghost of a smile. “Thanks, Mouse,” she said. “I think I’m about out of steam on the venting so I should probably move along to talking it out.”

They walked along for a bit, Mouse waiting, letting Bex collect her thoughts.

“I know she can’t stay at our place forever,” she began. “Like, I do actually recognize that.”

“And it sounds like she’s feels it’ll be a good step for her,” Mouse offered.

“Which is so huge and really important!” Bex’s eyes went as she nodded. Then she blew out a breath. “I need to figure out how to be okay with this because it will be a good step for her and I need to stop freaking out about it. Preferably before I go back home.”

Mouse wasn’t quite sure what the right move was. He’d heard enough about Emery’s situation to know it was bad, but he’d missed most of what had happened with Ty once she’d moved into Bex’s place. Especially the worst of it last week which he would never stop kicking himself for.

He’d felt so guilty that he hadn’t been there for Bex; he’d avoided talking about it with her. But had she been talking with anyone?

“I can’t imagine what it was like when he showed up at your place,” Mouse said. Bex’s shoulders instantly went tense and he knew he was treading a fine line. Something his group had shown him was worth walking sometimes.

“I think even if it’s a good step for Emery,” he said. “It’s understandable why the idea of her moving out would bring up a lot of stuff for you.”

Bex squeezed his hand tight, not saying anything for a moment.

“I just, god—” She blinked rapidly as her eyes shone with tears. “—I think about what could have happened. What did happen and how much worse it could have been? And it’s like, everything goes tight, right here.” She released his hand to press a fist to the middle of her chest. “And all I think about is what I should have done differently and what I should do if it happens again and how I can make sure it doesn’t happen again and I can’t—I can’t stop.”

Jesus. Mouse’s own heart did a hard, painful clench. “That…doesn’t sound fun.”

She let out a wet laugh. “No. It’s not.”

“I’m not the best person to give advice about not putting your own fears on other people,” Mouse said. “It’s, uh, it’s something I’m working on myself at the moment.”

“But you think that’s what I’m doing,” Bex said, staring down at the path.

“Trying to work on it kind of makes it easier to recognize,” he said, reaching out to tug on her hand gently until she looked up at him. “Ed’s always saying that people grow how they need to grow and you don’t have to understand it to support it.”

“I don’t want to get in the way of her being okay,” she whispered.

“It’s important that you’re okay too,” he said.

“Part of me feels ridiculous for even being this upset,” she burst out. “What happened with me wasn’t nearly as bad as what Emery went through and Jay stopped it before—before it could worse so—so I shouldn’t even—”

“No, Bex, no,” Mouse said, stopping their walk and pulling her over to the side of the path. “Don’t do that. Don’t minimize it, okay? I wasn’t even there and I know it was scary as shit. Jay told me. So please don’t do that.”

“I don’t want it to be big.” Bex gave a defeated little shrug. “But it keeps sneaking up on me.”

Fuck it. They might be taking it slow and taking the time to talk it out, but Mouse couldn’t stand there while she looked like that and not reach out.

He put his arms around her and she instantly nestled into the hug.

“Are the lessons with Jay helping at all?”

Bex grumbled into his chest. “Not yet, but I think they will eventually.”

That was good. That was something concrete she could rely on.

Maybe there was something else concrete he could offer her. “You remember my friend, Ed?” he asked and she nodded, her hair tickling his chin. “…one of his jobs is setting up home security systems.”

“One of his jobs?” Bex mumbled, still resting against him.

“He’s, uh, kind of a renaissance man.”

“Wait.” Her head popped up and she leaned back to look at him, arms still wrapped around his waist. “Home security—you think he could help set something up wherever Emery ends up moving?”

“Pretty sure,” Mouse said. “And I know enough about it that I could help and that would cut the costs. Make it a bit more affordable.”

“Mouse.” Bex’s eyes went soft and she ducked back in, squeezing him as tight as she could. “Thank you. That would be amazing. Thank you.”

“Happy I can help.” He was ninety-nine percent sure Ed would be fine with it. A batch of Bex’s cookies could probably tip it over to one hundred.

Bex pulled away, cheeks going pink as she looked everywhere but his actual face.

Right.

They were a little close at the moment.

She moved to step back and almost fell over, Mouse catching her at the last second. “What the?” Bex looked down at their legs where Kol had managed to walk around in a circle, completely entangling them both in the leash.

He sat on the path beside them, a wide doggy grin on his face.

“Seriously, Kol?” Bex groaned.

A sharp bark was the only reply they got and then Kol lowered his head to nudge a stick toward their feet with his nose.

“I think someone’s feeling neglected,” Bex whispered as she began extricating them from the leash.

“Lucky for Kol, my throwing arm is top notch,” Mouse said, picking up the stick.

“Oooh,” Bex said. “Does Trudy know that? She’s gonna be recruiting you for the Grudge Match.”

Mouse snorted. “She’s already measured me for a t-shirt.”

***

Bex

An hour later, Bex shooed Kol into the apartment and then followed, kicking her shoes off as she shut the door behind her. He made a beeline for the couch where Emery was sitting with her sketch book.

“Hey, boy,” Emery said, managing to set her things down on the table just before Kol launched himself into her lap. She shot a careful look at Bex. “Good w-a-l-k?”

“Really good,” Bex said, rolling over the back of the couch to land on the cushion beside Emery with a little ‘oof.’ “He’s making it really hard not to just—” She growled, raising her hands to mimic grabbing Mouse by the shirt. “—ugh, just grab him and kiss the hell out of him.”

“How rude of him,” Emery said mildly, raising an eyebrow at her.

“Yeah. He has other good qualities though.” Bex sighed, sinking into the couch and wriggling her feet under Emery’s legs.

Emery waited her out.

“Will you at least let me help you find a place?” Bex asked.

“Bex.” She reached out to grab onto her leg and shake it. “Obviously. Yes. Please.”

“And will you let Mouse and his friend put a security system in?” Bex held her breath.

Emery looked shocked for a moment before nodding. “That would be amazing,” she said with a sniff.

“Okay.” Bex scrambled up and hunted down her tablet from the bookshelf before flopping down again beside Emery. “Then let’s find you an awesome apartment.”

***

Connor

It took until Friday morning, but his and Will’s schedules had finally aligned so they could go on a run together. Bex had declined to join them. Will said that she’d declared she was going to cut back on her runs if she also had to go to the gym for strength training because ‘there’s only so many hours in the day and I refuse to spend more of them sweating than I have to.’

Connor was worried Will might be bummed out about Bex going on less runs with him, but apparently, he was an acceptable substitute.

They ran together in an easy rhythm as Will filled him in on the latest developments with Emery deciding to find a place of her own. Will and Bex both had a bit of trepidation about it, but everyone ultimately agreed it was a good step. It was great to see Emery coming back into her own.

Will’s little recap though was also reminding him of how hectic everything had been lately. Felt like none of them had had a chance to catch their breath. And there was Will in the middle of it all, trying to support Bex and Jay all while work hadn’t exactly been quiet.

He deserved a break.

And Connor wouldn’t mind them getting more time together with just the two of them.

Not that he was expecting anything!

But having time as a couple now that things were calming down would be nice. Connor started mentally going through his calendar, piecing together when they both had a chunk of time off.

“Do you have any plans tomorrow?” he asked during the next lull in conversation.

“Nothing yet,” Will said, shooting him a sideways grin. “Figured I’d see what you were up to.”

“How about you come over to my place tomorrow night,” Connor suggested. “And I’ll cook you dinner.”

Will slowed down, his grin falling into something softer. “That sounds amazing,” he said. Then a wicked gleam game into his eyes and he leaned in. “And maybe I could stay over…”

***

Will

Find the time to talk. Or jump his bones.

These were the two helpful pieces of advice his siblings had given him.

Connor gave him the opening and Will figured being spontaneous and leaping in there with his suggestion was a happy medium between those sage bits of wisdom. Judging by the way Connor’s eyes went hazy as he blue-screened a bit; he wasn’t opposed to the idea. Will laughed and started to jog off before a thought hit him. He didn’t want any miscommunication messing up this plan so he had to make sure.

Doubling back to Connor, who still hadn’t moved, Will stepped in close. “Just so we’re absolutely clear,” he murmured. “I’m talking about having sex—”

“Yeah, no, yes,” Connor said, shaking off his stupor. “I got that and yes, that—that sounds like a good plan. I am on board. Yes, please. If you’re sure—”

Will cut him off with a kiss. “Absolutely sure.” He said once they broke apart.

A slow grin spread across Connor’s face. “It’s a date then.”

Will couldn’t wait. In the meantime— “Race you to the lamp post.”

He took off, laughing as Connor cursed and chased after him. Will thought might even let him win this one so Connor could show off his dance moves and make a good day even better.

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Second A/N: Things get a tiny bit spicy in the next chapter with Will and Connor's date, but as it says in the tags, everything is implied. There won't be anything graphic so I think it'll still fall within the T rating. But please give me a shout if you disagree.

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beenbaanbuun · 2 years

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Seventeen Vocal Unit’s reaction to their S/O being clumsy

Yoon Jeonghan

This man would not be able to stop himself from cooing at you whenever you trip or stumble on thin air. You’re cute anyway, but your inability to keep both feet firmly on the ground only makes him fall even more in love with you. You could be lying on the floor in pain, and this man would still be giggling and calling you cute.

“Did you fall again?” Jeonghan heard a crash from the other side of the apartment, followed shortly by a quiet string of curses coming from your mouth. He smiled to himself before standing up and making his way over to where you were dragging yourself up from the floor. “You’re adorable, you know that?”

“Shut up, Jeonghan, and help me up.”

Hong Jisoo

Josh is honestly preparing himself for an early grave. One more phone call from you letting him know that you’d hurt yourself (again) and he was sure he’d have a heart attack. That wasn’t to say that he didn’t find you incredibly endearing. Despite how nervous it made him feel, it made his heart flutter that he was the first person you called if you were in trouble.

“Hey there, angel,” His heart was thumping against his ribcage, unsure of why you’d call him at such a weird time. It was 2 in the morning so what on Earth could you have possibly done this time? “You okay? It’s a weird time to call.”

“I know, but my leg is bleeding and I’m not sure what to do about it...”

Lee Jihoon

Jihoon would not let you out of his sight because whenever he did, you ended up with another bruise somewhere. Part of it was to keep you safe, the other part was just for his own peace of mind. You were a stressful person to be in a relationship with, not that changed just how much he loved you. He wouldn’t keep you around permanently if he didn’t.

“Jihoon...” you were lay on the couch in his studio staring up at the moving lights that were projected on the ceiling. It was fun for the first 10 minutes, but 2 hours later and you felt like you were watching paint dry, “I’m bored. Can you not have a break for a while?”

“Give me a few more minutes an then I’ll be free to supervise you, Sugar.”

Lee Seokmin

When he first met you, he was genuinely worried about your safety. Bruises ran up and down your legs and there wasn’t a day that went by without a new dark patch forming on your leg. As time went on, he began to worry less, instead finding it sweet when you ran up to him and fumble over your own feet, no doubt earning another mark on your skin.

“This one?” It was the night that your boyfriend had come back from tour, and as per tradition, he was making you give him a tour of all the injuries you got since he’d been away. “It’s a pretty big one.”

“Yeah, I tripped on the concrete. It kind of hurt.”

Boo Seungkwan

Seungkwan didn’t know what was going to kill you first: your clumsiness or him. You were the love of his life, he couldn’t lie about that, but you were also his arch nemesis. Actually, your feet were. They didn’t seem to be connected in any way to your brain which usually led to you tripping on thin air at least once a day. Seungkwan would always be there to catch you, and scold you, though.

“If you picked your feet up more, you wouldn’t fall over so often,” He held you at arms length, eyes scanning up and down to check for any damage. When he spotted none, he sighed, pulling you in for a hug. “You’re going to be the death of me.”

“You love me really, Kwannie.”

#seventeen #vocal unit #svt #seventeen requests #seventeen scenarios #seventeen fluff #seventeen reactions #svt scenarios #svt reactions #svt requests #svt fluff #Jeonghan #Jisoo #Joshua #Jihoon #Seokmin #Seungkwan

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orcboxer · 1 year

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i've never gotten in a fight before, what's it like to get punched in earnest?

It depends! How hard the punch is and where the punch lands are the main factors. Also, everyone is built different, so my experience won't be quite the same as someone else's, but if you're curious here's mine:

If you got your guard up and take a hit to your arms, it stings but it ain't bad at all really. Same for anything padded with muscle like the chest or thigh or back. Like unless it hits the funny bone or some other weird nerve, it's just whatever imo.

Getting punched in the solar plexus can hurt like hell and knock the wind outta you, but if you keep your abdominals tensed it really reduces the damage of the blow, and makes a lot of body shots feel like nothin. Still gotta be careful about it though, obviously, a punch to the gut is way better than a punch to the solar plexus, but yeah. Surprisingly I've never had a broken rib but I expect that would hurt like hell too so just keep your guard up and stay mobile and hopefully you just never have to worry bout it lmao.

A punch to the face is complicated. The nose and temple are the worst, in my experience, the pain being immediate and sharp. The nose is sensitive and bleeds a lot, it's annoying.

When I've been punched in the cheek, jaw, or eye (which obviously fucks up yer vision), the pain wasn't immediate, it took a few seconds, by which point the adrenaline kicked in. The first punch to the face typically stuns you, there's a moment of shock especially if you weren't expecting it, and for me it was surprisingly less painful than I expected, which I'm sure hasn't been everyone's experience, but you'll definitely be feelin it the next morning regardless.

Your mouth is filled with sharp rocks (teeth) so the first place you start bleeding is typically in there (wear a mouthguard), but when I'm wearing a mouthguard I don't even notice it until after the fight. With fighting as with sex, always always use protection. Not just mouthguard but hand-wraps too, you do not wanna fight with unwrapped fists, you'll fuck up your hands so fast and it'll suck.

If you get punched at the right force and angle, you might start "seeing stars" which is where these little flecks of golden light drift around your vision like dust motes -- this indicates your brain got jostled. For me the headache hits in waves radiating from within, and like, the best way I can describe it is a "cold" pain, as opposed to the "hot" pain you get with like a cut on your skin.

Everyone is a little different in terms of how the adrenaline hits em. For me it's like this. Your brain is switching over to fight mode, where words don't exist, just movement. All communication sounds muffled, complex sentences are just noise, time feels like water, and you are bursting with energy. It's exhilarating, and for some folks, like me, it makes minor pain from punches somehow feel great, kinda feels like stretching out your muscles after a long car ride, it's hard to explain, but the function of that is that it makes it easier to shrug off blows and move confidently, which is important cuz bein afraid of gettin hit can be a huge hindrance.

The final factor is context. And this is a surprisingly important one. If we're talkin boxing or mma or just fighting with friends for fun, it's great and it hurts less. Especially with friends, they ain't gonna want to seriously injure you so overall it's just exhilarating and fun. I'll come out of a friendly match covered in bruises and glowing. But a serious fight, with hard feelings or actual danger, sucks, it hurts more and can be traumatic, so, as much as I love to pick fights, consent is everything.

I do genuinely recommend boxing or whatever other martial art really appeals to you, if that's ever somethin you're interested in. Not every gym is gonna be right for you, and some fights are gonna turn south unexpectedly, but for me the hobby itself has been really empowering (not counting these pandemic years, since I can't fight anyone) and, weirdly, it gives me gender euphoria lol. It ain't for everyone but I love it.

#orcspeak #i expect a lot of folks have very different experiences than me on this one but yeh whatever

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heuffopla · 2 years

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hey, i saw you answered another ask about your breast reduction (already a while back) and if you‘re ok with it i was wondering if you‘d be comfortable talking about what the healing process after surgery was like for you. did you have a lot of pain? what kind of pain was it? how long did it take for you to be able to do things relatively normally again without too much pain or getting tired? could you do most things on your own or did you need help from your family? please don‘t feel like you have to respond though!!

Don't worry, I'm totally okay with questions!

Question uno : was it a lot of pain? I wouldn't say a lot, mostly uncomfortable but not painful in my experience! The most physically painful moments I would say are right when you wake up from surgery. It's not even exactly pain, more like, your brain hasn't registered it yet, far as you know a minute ago you were still in the surgery block (anesthesia is crazy hfhf) and all of a sudden you're waking up with this huge pressure from the compression bandages around your chest, no one told me about it so that was wild hfhfh. Then obviously the next few days can be hard, so if you'll be going through this alone I'd recommend getting enough food and all the supplies you need before surgery, because you won't exactly feel like going out. And yeah, you get bruises from how compressed your chest has to be, and the scars can itch (which is good! It means they're healing!). Overall it wasn't painful for me, the only moment where it was painful was on day 5 for some reason? I couldn't do anything. So here's some advice : if you have a huge pillow or a bean bag, put it behind your back in bed, it'll make getting up much easier. If you are alone, get everything to a reachable height, you kinda get dynosaur arms hrhr. I didn't need medicines to help out with the pain, except on day 5, so have them ready! Gather as many distractions and friends as you can, and remember that is is so SO SOO worth it.

Then how long till you can do things normally? I'd say that depends on your activities and on the person, but the worst is the first week, second and third weeks are uncomfortable but not painful, and then start of the fourth week post-op, you can very much become a human again! Just avoid sports and swimming and all that. :]

And if you need help from friends/family, I wouldn't say it's absolutely necessary, again get all the supplies/food you need before hand if you're alone and make things reachable. Obviously, having family/friends can make it easier. My sibling got me to the hospital and filled all the needed paperwork when I wasn't in the headspace to do it, my mum went to the pharmacy for me when I couldn't, and my dad drove me to and back from the hospital to avoid the metro. It's definitely do-able alone, but as always the power of friendship is pretty cool, even if we're just talking discord friends!

One last little advice, if you're spending the night at the hospital before or after the surgery, get a comfort object, something that reminds you of home. I wish I had taken my teddy bear Bart for that first night! 🐻

Overall, it sure was an uncomfortable month, and I had quite a few strangers see some places I didn't want them to see (they were very professional about it, they see this stuff and much more everyday, if you're anxious about that I promise it's going to be okay. It's just another Thursday for them), but WOAHWIE is it amazing now. No more backpains, I get to be myself and wear all the clothes I want, I can run??? And this weird heavy, dark sensation in front of you, and all the eyes you constantly feel staring at you, it stops. And that's incredible.

#So yeah!!! Again if you want to talk about it more or ask more questions go ahead! ❤️✨✨#SavoieText #Surgery #Surgery tw #Hospital #Medical tw #breast reduction surgery

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mazzystar24 · 1 year

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Buck coma dream analysis part 2

Mind the tags for trigger warnings the part that applies is marked by a line of ****************** before and after

Buddie stans and Buckley Diaz family truthers the second point is just for you ❤️

Also I just realised i didn’t explain that my reason for bringing its a wonderful life into this is cos the episode made multiple references to it and chimney even said “like in it’s a wonderful life?”

(Part 1 here)

• anyone else think it’s kinda suspicious, kinda weird that in the coma dream Buck is a teacher (distinctly for young children not highschool kids) and who did Eddie last date? Oh yeah Ana Flores aka Christopher’s teacher, evan buckley I know what you are👀

• I haven’t watched it’s a wonderful life in a while but this caused me to rewatch it and if you guys are looking for more Buckley-Diaz family confirmation I got just the thing, the first opening lines of the movie are different people praying for the main character George to be helped by god, all the prayers line up very well with bucks character saying things like “i owe everything to him” “he’s a good man,give him a break” “he doesn’t think about himself” but most importantly and most relevantly one of those people is his kid and she says “something is the matter with daddy, please bring daddy home please bring him back”, remind you of anything? Perhaps a certain child who sat at his bedside asking what was wrong with him and told him to come back from wherever he is? Yes I audibly gasped when I remembered that from the movie

•the placement of Maddie’s bruise being in the same place as when he went to the hospital asking to stay with her and she mentions things at home being complicated in his brain this was the moment he should’ve noticed the warning signs

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• in the final coma scene where coma Daniel chases him into the medicine closet and tries to convince him to stay in the coma (die) and that there is nothing for him out there you see yet another It’s a wonderful life reference this time it’s a white board in the background of the medicine room that says "No man is a failure who has friends." which is what in the movie is meant to wrap up the moral of the story and make George not commit suicide. That’s why this line and episode I feel confirm for me that that self destructive behaviour we saw in buck begins actually is a lot darker than what we saw, not only that but this also links in with what we know is Buck’s biggest fears- being a failure (“they think I’m a loser maddie, but I’m not) and being alone. I also feel like while it being writing is a reference to the movie, it being writing AND in the background AND the audience not even having their attention bought to it is just sort of a metaphor for how loud and prominent dark thoughts (Coma Daniel) can be. In conclusion I am never forgiving the Buckley parents cos making your kid think you only care about them if they’re bleeding leading to years of what can be referred to as passive self harm and suicidal ideation isn’t okay ❤️

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• the creepy orderlies- no clue what this means but it’s unsettling

• chimney and hen calling Eddie “angry guy” I feel like this is such a callback to eddies spiral and the boxing thing, as buck is realising how wrong the coma world is a thing that sticks out and is meant to disorient him is Eddie being referred to as an angry guy

• also within that conversation did anyone else think they were gonna say that Chris didn’t make it from the tsunami and then it’s like they reworded mid conversation? Cos I did and I feel like it tracks well with it being bucks brain because he’s tryna think of this world where he’s not involved in their lives so he has to detangle himself from the story and see how it would be so the first line “ you would be (angry) too if you lost your kid” then you see pure fear on Buck’s face because it insinuates something different where you can see where his mind went until they explain that Eddie lost a custody battle. Because at first in his brain it’s like oh shit Chris would’ve died in the tsunami but then it’s like no he wouldn’t have been there if it wasn’t for buck but then it’s like Eddie would’ve lost him in a different way still and it’s like he’s reasoning with himself

• the pregnant yoga ladies - sperm donor storyline or father/son Bobby and buck moment callback?

•the tv in the waiting room looks to display an earthquake - which is both a callback to the early seasons and foreshadowing

• also I really hope that this doesn’t happen but there have been hints that point toward buck leaving LA and going to Italy because in the movie George says something about leaving the town behind and going to (a list of places) but first among that list was Italy and the cardiologist also mentions Italy in the next episode and buck says he’s never been

Fuck it part three maybe happening too

#tw sui ideation #tw s/h #911 #evan buckley #evan buck buckley #911 meta #buddie #buckley diaz family #christopher diaz #eddie diaz #maddie buckley #anti the Buckley parents #more coma dream shit again #my posts #Buck’s coma dream

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bulldagger-bait · 8 months

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Can you elaborate on how experiencing 10/10 pain changed your relationship to pain and how you engage with it? I'm curious about other people's experiences with this.

I would say that its really warped my pain scale. For a long time i would compare all other pain to my 10/10. I nearly broke my ribs once falling off a table (they were quite bruised afterward which hurts just as bad, I've been told), and it was really painful. Hurt to breathe. They gave me morphine. But I would have given it a 3/10 if I was comparing it to my 10/10.

It was only after I learned what the numbers on a pain scale are supposed to represent that I realised I'd been at a 7/10 for years with my chronic pain. I thought because i was able to force myself through school it meant it wasn't that bad.

More than that, I feel like it has made me appreciate pain. I feel like i have an intimate relationship with it, and I know my body on a deeper level almost. When I was in 10/10, I felt like there was no time. It felt like it would never end, and I didn't remember what it felt like to not have it. Pain so intense that there was nothing else in the world except my experience of it.

It feels weird to say, but I'd say it was close to a religious experience? In that hippy dippy way that you get a greater perspective on life and yourself, but like, not in a good way? Like it was awful and legitimately terrifying and there's nothing in the world that would ever make me want to feel that again. Legitimately traumatising. I would have nightmares and flashbacks to experiencing it, and i became terrified at the thought of any injury to my spine -- to the point where I became fearful of leaving the house.

But when i try think back to those moments of being in pain, it's hard to even conceive of it. I can't remember what it felt like. It's like when the audio input is too loud and it blows out the speakers and all you get is garbled static. It's just blank. Nothing but the feeling of noise.

For me, it felt like a bad trip as well, with the way that there was no time. It legitimately felt infinite to me. Like the way that when you do a 30sec wall sit, it's the longest 30sec of your life. Well, that. I know I was only in 10/10 pain for half an hour before I got given something that knocked it down to 9/10 (which was still awful, but .... It wasn't *that*) -- but to me it could have been seconds or years, I could not have told you. I felt suspended in my agony. I felt both inside and separated from my body. I felt dissociated, grounded, and as if i was daydreaming all at once. Like, the experience defies explanations. I never feel like i can get it into words.

After that. I don't know. I was just different. I mean, I couldn't even explain it in any way that did it justice. To say it was "bad" was just incomplete.

But i knew my body better after that. I had become so connected to it after that pain. Didn't really help that ive been in chronic pain since my 10/10, but. Yeah. Im very aware of my body after that.

It's also worth mentioning that to me, the gulf between 9 and 10, feels less like a one number jump, and more like 100x worse. 10/10 just feels like it's designed to psychologically break you. It's your brain deciding to give you the most intense and ruinous experience it can conceive of. It's your danger sense turned up as high as it can physically go.

#if i can say it like this #the experience felt similar to when ive been high. but like. instead of euphoria its pain.#i think my brain was firing off an absolute cocktail of neurotransmitters and all kinds of signals and my nerves were just drowning #but just agony. agony that gives the word its meaning. like the kind of pain that makes you understand why excruciating exists as a concept

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bluesfortheredj · 2 years

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A new beginning. Pt. 6.

A/N: The last part is here! Hope you enjoy it. Comments welcome :)

Eddie couldn’t possibly sleep with you there next to him, touching him, warming his body through yours. He tilts his head to look down at what he can see of your face and you’ve peacefully drifted off despite the swelling on your cheek seemingly growing by the minute, then his eyes gaze lovingly at your hand weaved between his, still resting upon his bare chest. It was making him dizzy as he took in the scene that lay before him, although it could be the painkillers Wayne had given him earlier, and he smiles to himself as his fingers tighten around yours. He’d take a beating like this every day of his life if it meant he ended up in this same exact position with you; this was all he wanted from the beginning and now he had it.

Night had fallen outside so the bedroom was now shrouded in darkness, but Eddie was not prepared to risk waking you just to turn a light on, so he stays exactly where he is and carefully reaches out for his glass of water on the side. He feels your hand move on his chest, and suddenly you wake with a start, your brain unable to process these unfamiliar surroundings for a few seconds.

“Hey, it’s okay,” Eddie whispers, “we’re at my place… my Uncle’s place.”

Your brow furrows as you wait for your head to catch up, then you nod as it all becomes clear, “of course. Wayne. Yeah.”

“First name terms already, huh? Should I be jealous?” he jokes.

“Shut up,” you chuckle, wincing as the pain in your cheek hits you, “fuck, ouch.”

You remove your hand from his skin, much to his disappointment, and place it on your face where you can feel the change in shape, then you head into the bathroom and switch the light on to see half of your face now red and swollen, the delicate area underneath your eye so big, it was pushing it shut almost. Eddie appears in the reflection of the mirror behind you and you turn to see his skin now mottled with deep purple and green bruising.

“Oh my goodness,” you gasp, your finger tips reaching out towards his injured body, “oh Eddie, do you need any painkillers? Do we need to get you to a doctor?”

He grins back at you, the creases around his mouth aching to be touched by your hand, “I’m fine!” he chuckles.

“Eddie, you just got beaten up… how are you laughing?” you ask, completely baffled by his reaction.

“Because…” he sighs as he takes hold of your hands, “I’ve just been laying in my bed with you by my side holding on to me while you sleep. I would take a beating every fucking day of my life to have just five minutes of that, I don’t care as long as you’re with me.”

“Eddie Munson, you are crazy,” you smile.

“For you, yeah,” he nods, “I’m head over heels for you… and I wanna ask you something, but not when we’re standing next to a toilet.”

He walks backwards out of the bathroom and takes you back into his room where you both perch on the end of the bed with his hands still cradling yours gently.

“I… er…” he stutters, “do you want me to put something on? Is it a bit weird that I’m sitting here half naked?” he asks nervously.

You can feel his palms getting damp, and you shake your head with a laugh as you give him a reassuring squeeze, “I quite like that you’re sitting there half naked actually,” you admit.

“I really want to kiss you,” he exhales quietly.

“Is that the question?”

“No… sorry… you’re distracting me… okay,” he babbles, letting go of your hands and standing up suddenly to pace around in a small circle, “I wanted to ask you this the day you broke up with Billy, but it would have been too soon, obviously… waiting this long has been torture, like even worse than being in class without you,” he continues to pace while gesticulating wildly with his hands, and you watch him in awe, “anyway… I just wanted to ask if you’d be my girlfriend?” his voice gets higher on the last few words as he brings a lock of hair around to his lips nervously, but luckily you catch what he’s asking despite his anxious squeak.

He stops still as he awaits your answer, his arms crossed over his torso protectively as if shielding himself from a negative reply, “are you sure you want to take this on?” you ask, pointing to yourself, “I mean, I haven’t exactly made your life easy have I? And I do have half a hamster face right now with my swollen cheek, so think very carefully before-”

“There is nothing else I have thought of since I first laid eyes on you, (Y/N),” he admits.

“Okay, good, because I’ve been waiting for you to ask me this since that day too, so yes… a million times yes Eddie,” you grin, standing and walking in to his now open arms.

The two of you embrace tightly, just as you had done many times before, but now there was nothing to stop you from staying like this forever, there was no knot in your stomach as you thought about when you had to leave, and Eddie had no fear of you having to let go any sooner than you wanted to.

“Can I ask you a question now?” you enquire, enjoying the feel of your fingertips running along his back softly.

“Of course my love.”

“Can I kiss you?”

Eddie leans back with a start and laughs, “you don’t need permission,” he whispers, lightly biting down on his bottom lip as your eyes dart from his warm brown eyes to his inviting lips. You both move towards each other at the same time and your lips meet in an initially hesitant kiss until Eddie turns hungry for your taste, the taste that he’d only ever dreamt about before; he imagined your lips to be sweet like strawberries, but it was more like chocolate and a hint of coffee instead and he couldn’t get enough.

A moan drifts from your mouth into his as your tongues twist around one another and you get the familiar taste of cigarettes along with the slightly unfamiliar taste of sugary cereal alongside it, and it’s a heady mix that makes the room spin for a brief moment. Eddie’s hands grasp fistfuls of your t-shirt after the utterly heavenly sound of your faint moan, and it takes all of his will power not to rip the thing off of you just to feel your skin against his. You run your fingers down his spine which causes him to press his hips into yours and divert his kisses down along your jaw and straight to the sensitive skin of your neck here he nips and sucks with passionate groans.

This was it, the result of not being able to touch one another in such a manner for so many months had built up to this exact moment, and there was going to be a point very soon that there would be no returning from if you weren’t careful. Eddie was already half way to being completely undressed, and you shamelessly buck your hips against him to try and get some much needed friction as his kisses begin to take effect on your inner walls.

“Eddie,” you practically whimper with lust, “oh Eddie.”

“Say my name again,” he pants against your wet skin, “please.”

“Eddie,” you breathe heavily, “Eddie.”

The front door opening causes you both to jump apart with shared gasps, then you run into the bathroom in a panic as Eddie spins around in a circle on the spot, trying to adjust his jeans to make it look as though he didn’t have a growing erection inside them. Wayne’s face looks down the hall at him with a confused smile, wondering why Eddie was standing in his doorway looking flustered, then he slowly walks towards his Uncle.

“What are you doing home so early?” Eddie enquires.

You flush the toilet and Wayne’s gaze goes to the bathroom door as you open it, “boss said I could use my break to come back and check on you… seems like it was a wasted journey though,” he smirks as his eyes return to his nephew.

“Can (Y/N) stay over?” Eddie asks quietly.

“As long as she’s taking good care of you, I shouldn’t see why not.”

“She is.”

“I bet,” Wayne chuckles, “right, well I’ll get back then… just… be careful yeah? Don’t do any more damage to your stomach. Those bruises are coming out nicely now.”

Eddie looks down at the purple and green blotches that had spread across his skin, “yeah, I know,” he sighs.

“Maybe get some more ice on (Y/N)’s cheek, looks painful.”

“Will do,” Eddie nods as his Uncle disappears back out of the door again.

You stand in the doorway to the bedroom as Eddie turns to face you, and he laughs before biting his thumb lightly, “we almost got caught.”

“…in a very compromising position.”

“Yeah,” he says looking guilty, “that would have been awkward.”

“Very,” you agree, “but worth it…”

“Oh, totally worth it.”

“I hope Wayne didn’t see the scratch marks I’ve left down your back.”

A wide grin tugs at his lips, “I quite like the thought of you marking me as yours,” he steps towards you slowly, “do you want to pick up where we left off?” his arms wrap around your waist and you place your hands on his biceps.

“There’s nothing I want more, but… my face is killing me, I’m so sorry, can I have a couple of your painkillers?”

“Oh my god, of course,” he gasps, letting you go and rushing to his bedside cabinet, “here.”

“Do you think you’ll be okay for school tomorrow?” you ask once you’ve thrown back the pills with some of his water.

“Just you try stopping me,” he winks.

The two of you get into his bed, cuddling up gently beneath the covers with contented sighs, and sleep takes over easily thanks to the comfort of finally being so intimate with one another. It’s a few blissful hours until his alarm goes off and even then you wake with a smile as you feel Eddie’s arms cradling your body so delicately as the sun peeks through the thin curtains and illuminates his heavenly face. His eyes flutter open as you lean across him to turn off the alarm and you look down to see him smiling up at you sleepily with his eyes half shut.

“Well I’m really glad that wasn’t a dream,” he mutters groggily, “and I wasn’t just cuddling my pillow all night.”

“It was definitely real,” you smile, “how are you feeling?”

“I’m feeling… pretty sore,” he grins as his hand moves to your bum underneath the covers and comes to a rest on your cheek, “how are you?”

“My face hurts when I talk, but apart from that I feel pretty good.”

“Yeah?” he smirks, pressing your lower half into his, “want me to kiss it better?”

You nod as you lean down to kiss him, then he moves around to your bruised cheek and places gentle caring pecks across it while you roll your hips against his body. A second alarm goes off, startling you into leaning away from him, then you roll onto your back with a laugh as he slams his hand down on the clock with a groan.

“Come on,” you sigh, “we’ve gotta get up.”

Eddie huffs and sticks his bottom lip out as you get out from underneath the covers, then you’re as quiet as you can be as you eat breakfast so as not to disturb Wayne, and for once the journey to school isn’t so daunting any more. There’s no anxiety over being seen with Eddie, no worry that Billy will see through your feeble attempts at insisting there was nothing between you both, and most importantly the two of you were completely free to hold hands proudly as you walk through the corridors.

“You ready?” Eddie asks as you both stand in front of the school.

“So ready,” you nod, taking his hand and linking your fingers.

“Feels like a new beginning,” he beams as you walk through the doors together hand in hand.

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