#checking up on the healing process and making sure nothing is going wrong
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Cannon
Boredom is a silent killer.
A person could sit in a bed for hours doing nothing, withering away as the seconds go by, and nothing would be done about it. They would simply be left to their own devices, forgotten by the world while they disappeared.
“You’re being dramatic,” Kakashi commented, barely even looking up from the paperwork that Tsunade-sama had brought into the room to keep him busy while he was by Gai’s side. “It’s not that bad.”
“Easy for you to say,” Gai huffed. “You at least have something to do.”
“I could give you my paperwork.”
Gai regretted his words instantly. “No, I think I’m good,” Boredom was enough to do him in. He didn’t need to be killed faster by paperwork that wasn’t even his. “Why are you doing that anyways? Isn’t it supposed to be signed by the Hokage?”
“She is signing it,” Kakashi objected. “She just asked that I look through it and sort out what she should sign and what she should just put in the trash.”
“And you agreed to this because?”
“Because it was the only way I could convince her to let me take time off of missions so I could be here with you,” finally he dragged his eyes away from the report he was reading, an unimpressed expression on his face as he stared at Gai. “I could leave if you’d like.”
Gai wanted to jump up and stop Kakashi. To physically hold him in place so he wouldn’t move, but his chest ached at the mere thought of moving so he continued to sit there. Bored and buzzing with the energy he couldn’t burn.
“I could just do a few-”
“No.” Kakashi returned his focus to the report.
“If I only do-”
“Zero,” his partner responded without looking up. “You will do zero.”
“But I’m bored!” He couldn’t even flop back against the bed dramatically since Shizune had lifted the bed in order for him to sit up. “I want to do something, Rival.”
“And your solution to that is to work out?”
“Well, I do like working out…”
Sighing, Kakashi set the report back on top of the pile that Tsunade had placed beside him and turned towards Gai. “You just had top surgery,” he reminded him as if Gai could forget. As if he’d just miss placed that information when he’d been looking forward to this day for months.
No, years.
“I’m bored.”
“You’re recovering,” Kakashi placed a hand over Gai’s. A comforting gesture that did little to ease Gai’s anxieties. “What do you always tell me when I end up in the hospital because of Chakra exhaustion?”
“Rest is just as important as training,” he muttered his mantra under his breath, insulted that Kakashi would sit and throw it back at him. “But-”
A finger pressed against his lips, sealing in the words he was trying to say.
“No buts,” Kakashi whispered. “Shizune said you’ll be here for three to six days recovering. The more you overextend yourself, the longer your stay will be.”
Three to six days. If it were Kakashi in this bed the time would fly by. Gai would have an endless list of ideas for things they could do together that wouldn’t overextend his partner and earn him a longer stay.
When it was him stuck in bed, though, he couldn’t think of a single thing to do.
Not one idea came to him no matter how hard he tried.
“How about a game?” Kakashi suggested suddenly, earning him a confused look from Gai. “I can go get a board game from your apartment. One of the ones we played last time I was stuck in here.”
A board game.
“How did I fail to think of that?” Gai scolded himself, immediately earning himself a flick to the forehead. “Ow! Kakashi!”
“You’re recovering,” He stated as if Gai had somehow magically forgotten that. “Give yourself a break Gai.”
“Sorry, I forgot that I was expecting to lose some of my ability to think when I got rid of my chest.”
“Well, you did always think with your dick and you still don’t have one of those yet.”
Kakashi’s response blindsided him. Never, in all the years he’d known the other man, had he thought he was capable of using such cutthroat words against him of all people. The elders, yes. Naruto, maybe. Iruka-Sensei, absolutely
But him?
Maito Gai?
That was taking things a step too far. Thankfully, Gai had the perfect comeback prepared within seconds.
"Is this why you don't want bottom surgery?” He asked, a smirk tugging at the edge of his lips when Kakashi narrowed his eyes. “You have enough dick in your personality to make up for the lack of one down there?"
There was an honest effort made on Kakashi’s part to keep his cool. A deep breath, the scrunching of his eyes. All done in an attempt to keep his composure and not give in to the weight of Gai’s words.
It all failed, though.
Not even five seconds after Gai had uttered those words, Kakashi was curling into himself laughing. It wasn’t his usual chuckle either, but a full belly laugh that filled the entire room.
“Ok,” Kakashi wheezed. “For that one, I’ll pick up Dango on the way back.”
A board game with his best friend, his favourite treat, and a chance to hear more of that sweet laughter his rival kept so carefully hidden from the rest of the world. Recovery didn’t seem so bad when Gai had all of those things to look forward to.
#Hatake Kakashi#Maito Gai#KakaGai#Trans Gai#Trans Kakashi#Gai got top surgery#he got it first and he's never going to let Kakashi forget this fact XD#Kakashi's too busy on missions#he can take time off to be there for gai but not for himself#he doesn't do that#he's getting top surgery when he becomes Hokage XD#He can do paperwork in the hospital#Gai's Birthday Month#Gai's Birthday Month 2022#i have never gotten top surgery so i am NOT an expert#but i did researcha nd 3-6 days in hospital is usually the norm after#which makes sense#checking up on the healing process and making sure nothing is going wrong#when in doubt i ask my husband XD the doctor
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(Un)natural Instincts (Part 8)
*Series taglist is closed.
angst, fluff, smut
Pairings: OT7 x Fem Reader, Human CEO Reader, Human Assistant Yoongi, Wolf Hybrids Joon, Jin, Hobi, Jimin, Tae, and Kook.
Basic premise: You and your assistant end up rescuing six wolf hybrids. No part of the process is easy.
Part 1 > Part 2 > Part 3 > Part 4 > Part 5 > Part 6 > Part 7 > Part 8 > Part 9
General Warnings: Hybrid abuse and lab experimentation, hybrids as second-class citizens/owned property (Minors DNI, 18+ content)
Specific Warnings: pretty mild smut with references to past group sex (consensual), sexual aversion due to past trauma, ptsd, panic attack
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Jimin makes his way through the maze of a house, scent-tracking locked on the youngest caretaker hybrid until he’s led right to the door. He knocks softly, waiting for Taehyung's permission. Jimin looks at the scene, first in awe at what his packmate is capable of, but following with concern immediately after.
“That looks incredible, Tae.”
Taehyung says nothing, simply locked in on what he’s creating.
“But is it alright for you to be doing this? Your knuckles, aren’t they still healing?”
The hybrid winces at the mention of his knuckles.
“They’re fine” is all he mutters under his breath. His knuckles were almost healed by now, thanks to you insisting on bandaging them up on his first day. The wolf had also started eating meals on his own again, but it was hard for others to tell if the wounds were healing when they’ve been hidden under bandages for so long—making his pack unsure if he was actually in less pain or just trying not to show it.
It was a primary concern Namjoon had, one that would have kept him from sharing this idea with Taehyung at all. Namjoon knows better than anyone how Taehyung thinks, how defensive he would get at the mention of his knuckles at that moment. The last thing the young hybrid would want is another reminder of a time he messed up—another time he couldn’t measure up to his caretaking duties the way the other two do. The Alpha had to be crafty in his earlier check-in:
“Hi Tae,” he looks down past the hybrid’s face, “oof, let me see those hands.”
Taehyung shamefully puts his hands up for his Alpha to take in,
“I told you biting your claws isn’t a good habit.”
He had taken the wolf’s hands under the guise of checking his over-bitten fingernails, grazing his knuckles with just enough pressure to make Taehyung squirm if he was actually in pain. It’s only when his pup didn’t show any sign of hurt did the Alpha propose his plan. Ever so tactfully.
And if their Alpha was in the room right now, he’d no doubt glare at Jimin, before changing the conversation. But Namjoon is out on his walk, and Jimin doesn’t know any better.
“Are you sure? Can I see under the banda—”
“I said it was fine. I know how to take care of myself hyung.” The annoyance in his tone clear as day.
Jimin shrinks, not understanding why his gesture of concern is being met with such hostility.
“I just want to make sure they’re healing properly.”
Taehyung turns around to face his packmate, eyes mirthless, “Knuckle strikes stop hurting by the sixth day, but you wouldn’t know that, would you? You’ve never been the one who gets hit. Now, if you could leave, that’d be great. I need to finish this.”
Jimin closes the door with pursed lips, unable to say much. It didn’t go unnoticed that Taehyung was slowly putting a distance between them (and Jin) ever since the orange juice fiasco, but to explicitly hear something so close to “fuck off” was jarring. Although the pack was close before the lab, it was Jimin and Taehyung who were always a little closer to each other. They were the ones getting scolded together, bickering over the dumbest things, and cuddling the closest at night—the others would say that the two had a bond more inseparable than a pack bond. But all that changed during training. Instead of both getting scolded by their Alpha for some mischievous prank gone wrong, it was now only Taehyung getting punished. And this time not with Namjoon’s stern words, but with strangers in white coats picking him apart mentally and physically, until the only thing he could do was wail against the cold floors of the time-out rooms.
Jimin would try to teach him, would spend hours helping Taehyung understand how to properly hold a kitchen knife or cradle a bundle-of-blankets as a makeshift baby. But there was no improvement, his clumsiness and boyish nature would always get in the way of training. There was only so much the two older ones could do to help, especially when their pup would get frustrated quickly and give up until the researchers came to dish out punishment. It would hurt, watching him get tortured over and over again, but at some point, the hormones shifted their priorities, making them turn a blind eye—just as everyone did with Hoseok’s food portions.
Jimin knows it’s selfish to act like him and Taehyung are still the same inseparable pair, to approach him with contrived obliviousness, but he can’t help it. It’s easier to think this way. To think they are still strong in their love for each other.
“You okay?” The voice almost causes Jimin to jump back, before seeing the source.
Yoongi, with furrowed brows as he looks into the hybrid’s glossy eyes. Jimin doesn’t even notice that he’s tearing up, hands intervening quickly to wipe them away.
“Yeah.” He doesn’t stay around for conversation, hurrying away to the hybrid room.
It’s just as Jimin’s walking away that Jungkook comes into view. He only saw the last second of the interaction, with Jimin wiping away his tears, but he gathers everything he needs to know.
“What did you say to Jimin hyung?” The tone is accusatory, causing Yoongi to put his hands up in defense.
“I didn’t say anything.”
“I don’t believe you. You seem good at making people cry.”
Ouch.
Yoongi may be human and he may be your guest, but Jungkook doesn’t see why he has to keep being obedient and polite to someone his owner isn’t even on good terms with. Still, it’s the first time since after training that he’s talked to a human with such an attitude, and he himself is caught by surprise. It’s ever so slight, but still a peek into his old self—the wild Jungkook with a sharp tongue and bristling personality.
“Okay, I deserve that, but he came out of that room and started crying. I don’t know what happened.”
Jungkook eyes the door, heightening his senses and focusing. Taehyung’s sour scent emanates strong enough for the wolf to put the pieces together. It’s not the first time Taehyung and Jimin’s scents started souring around each other, but it’s a topic Jungkook doesn’t dare touch with a ten-foot pole.
“Sorry” he mumbles.
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Jimin doesn’t get to cry into the bed like he was hoping to—because there’s already someone else crying there.
“Hyung?” It’s a soft whisper, but it prompts Hoseok to look up with puffy red eyes. He doesn’t try to hide the tears as Jimin comes closer. Jimin situates himself under the blanket, keeping a small gap between the two bodies.
“Hyung, talk to me please” it’s as much of a plea for Hoseok’s sake as it is for his own, not thinking he can handle being turned away from two of his packmates in a row.
Luckily, Hoseok doesn’t snap at him or push him away, instead staring with imploring eyes. Your words ring in his mind.
Hoseok, no more lying. Whatever’s on your mind, you have to be honest and let us help you.
Whether or not you meant it as one, it’s a command to him.
“I can’t stop thinking about the stuff they made me do at the lab. It’s like every five minutes my mind goes back there again. Before, I could just disassociate and jam it all into one part of my brain, but that’s getting harder to do ever since the collar came off. Now every time I even blink, I think about those people…how they would use me…and I feel so dirty Jimin. I try to scrub it all off in the shower, the feeling of filth, but no matter how hard I scrub, it doesn’t go away.”
Jimin doesn’t respond—doesn’t know how to respond. Instead, he opens up his arms, slightly reaching out but still not touching the older wolf, just in case he doesn’t want it. But Hoseok’s quick to roll into his packmate’s arms, pressing his head against the brunette’s chest as his hands come to hold him tight. Jimin feels his shirt getting soaked through, tears staining the light blue cotton. The two stay intertwined for a moment, with Jimin’s hands massaging through Hoseok’s hair until the crying turns into soft sniffles. It’s then when Hoseok pulls slightly away, making eye contact with Jimin, with an expression the younger wolf can’t quite read.
“You…you can fix me.”
Jimin’s face contorts in surprise, but Hoseok stands firm in his statement.
Of course. Why didn’t I think of this sooner? If anyone can help me, it’s Jimin.
Jimin, who, before all the training and experiments, had the biggest appetite for sexual intimacy. The one who would cling onto each packmate and beg to feel them every chance he got, make their good days better and bad days bearable—all with lustful words and sensual touches.
“You can make me forget them…can replace those memories. If anyone can remind me how good it feels to be touched again, it’s you.”
Jimin looks into Hoseok’s eyes, seeing more hope than he has for a while.
Is it really that simple?
Jimin thinks back to pre-lab days, when that is exactly how he would console his hyung. There’s been many days when Jimin’s eagerly used his body to dull down Hoseok’s anxious scent…is it really no different this time, even after everything?
“We can try” Jimin concludes, untangling himself from Hoseok to lock the door, not wanting any interruptions if this is to be done right.
He dips back into the bed, gently pulling his hyung to sit up, until he can comfortably sit on his lap. It’s all a little rusty to Jimin, who’s had his mind focused too much homemaking to feel sexy in a while, but he’s hoping it’ll come back to him.
“You have to stop me if it gets too much. Promise?”
Hoseok nods, but Jimin makes him say it out loud before diving in for the first kiss.
The kiss feels novel, with both of them chasing after the other’s soft lips. It’s not long before it turns hungry and deep—noses touching and soft whimpers being spilled into each others' mouths. Hoseok, surprisingly, isn’t thinking about the lab at all. He’s thinking about nothing except the man on top of him, reveling in the way Jimin’s tongue sneaks into the mix.
Jimin’s losing himself too, getting back into the groove of his old self, gently rocking his hips as he gets comfortable, fingers snaking back into his lover’s hair—almost about to kiss down before remembering the bandages. It's been over three months since he's felt love like this, and his body's been yearning for it more than his mind even knew. Each second of the kiss reminds him of his old self: the way he'd be at the center of his packmates' passion-filled endeavors, always begging for everyone's attention. They'd give in easily, spoiling him, filling him up just right as he was passed around between warm bodies. It's a feeling he doesn't know how he's lasted so long without.
Everything's good until it isn’t.
Good until Hoseok feels Jimin’s length poking through, while his own is still soft and unable to stir up. Good until the other man’s hardness triggers the faces of ten random research participants who had their hard lengths pressed against him in the same way. Instead of going away, the memories come back more vivid than ever. Suddenly he wants to vomit.
“St-stop!”
Everything stills. Jimin snaps out of his lustful gaze in a second, face scrunching up as Hoseok’s vanilla scent starts burning. The caretaker hybrid quickly hands him water from the nightstand, waiting until after a few gulps to cup his lover's face into his hands. Hoseok’s chest is heaving from panic, eyelids feeling heavy and stiff, but Jimin pulls him back into his chest.
“Breathe with me, just focus on breathing.”
He does as told, putting full attention on the steady pace in which Jimin’s chest rises and falls against his eardrums. He tries to mimic it, but the panic in his lungs turns every breath sporadic.
“I’m sorry…I thought if it was with you I could…but I couldn’t…fuck…”
“It’s okay hyung. I’ve got you. Don’t think about anything but breathing for now.”
It’s not until Hoseok’s breath truly steadies that he speaks again,
“I’m such a disappointment.”
“No, you’re not.” His voice is unwavering, planted firm with conviction as he continues, “There’s nothing wrong with needing more time to heal.”
“But what if it’s permanent? What if I can never be that way with you guys ever again?”
How can he even preserve his relationship with Jimin alone? Sex has always been the wolf’s primary love language, and his libido will surely go back to normal soon...what will happen if Hoseok can't satisfy him anymore?
What if he can never love me the same? What if none of them can?
But Jimin’s quick to shut Hoseok’s inner demons down.
“Then we’ll just have to double up on everything you are comfortable with, whether that’s hugs and kisses, or just conversations. Our love for you has never been conditional hyung. Sex or no sex, we just need you. Our Hobi.”
It’s the way Jimin says it, like he’s never been more sure of anything in his life, that make Hoseok’s chest feel a little bit lighter.
“Stay right here. I’m going to grab some of that waffle cone ice cream I saw in the fridge, and we can put something on the TV.”
“But we haven’t had dinner yet. We shouldn’t skip to dessert.”
Jimin smiles at the way his hyung pouts, not expecting him to have such a clear stance on ice cream before dinner.
“Relax hyung, just once is fine.”
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It’s 7pm when the main door clicks open. Two and half whole hours of you and Namjoon walking around and talking about everything and anything. You feel a little guilty using him as your therapist, but find yourself unable to stop oversharing when it comes to him. He’s bulldozed the walls you put up at this point, and not even by trying that hard—more of a kindred spirits kind of thing?
You don’t know exactly what yet, but it’s insane how much he knows about you in just three days. The hours just kept passing by and neither of you wanted to end the conversation, ending up stopping by a Chinese place for take-out when realizing it was time for dinner already.
It’s Yoongi who notices the closeness the most, seeing how easily you smile at the pack Alpha. And this time it’s not the “I’m a safe person” or “You’re doing really well” kind of smile you’d flash to ease the hybrids’ nerves, but more of a smile you’d show a friend. The kind of smile he’s used to being the only recipient of. But he knows just how badly things went last time his jealousy was involved, so he focuses on serving himself some rice, hushing that little green voice in his head.
“I’ll go give this plate to Taehyung hyung” Jungkook announces, a generous heap of orange chicken and fried rice on the platter.
“He’s still not joining us?”
“Don’t worry y/n. He’s in his zone right now!” That’s all the youngest says before speeding off, hair bouncing cutely with each step.
“I really want to ask, you know?”
Namjoon laughs, “You’ll find out soon enough.”
‘Soon enough’ turns out to be an hour after dinner, when the boxy-grinned brunette makes his way to you. You can’t help how relieved you feel seeing that smiling face again. In his hands is a messily wrapped object, and you raise a questioning look at your Christmas wrapping being used in February.
“It’s the only wrapping paper I could find” he pouts cutely, nudging you to take the gift.
You try to unwrap it neatly, but the random way it’s been wrapped makes that impossible, so you end up tearing through.
On the surface, it’s nothing special, just a bunch of printer paper stapled together with the words from your ruined book rewritten on each page. But as you flip through, you see them: pencil-drawn images of you and your grandmother sprinkled throughout the “book.” Some poses you recognize from the pictures in your study, but others are completely new compositions, drawn straight from Taehyung’s mind. And it’s all so well-drawn.
“Taehyung…where did you learn how to do this?!” The awe in your voice makes the hybrid’s shoulders rise, pride evident on his features.
Namjoon, equally proud of his pup, chimes in to answer.
“Taehyung’s always had this unbelievable gift when it comes to drawing and painting. He’s basically a genius at art.”
You look up at the mention of painting, “Wait, you can paint like this too?”
The wolf nods.
“If I get you a canvas and some paints, could you make me a portrait of her for the living room?”
“Yes! I would love to!” The wolf practically squeals at the thought of getting new paints.
It’s still not your grandmother’s book, and it’ll never have the memories you two made, but there’s something so beautiful in the way he’s portrayed her—so captivating how the glint in her eyes feels alive, as if she’s telling you that she’s still with you through her gaze alone. It’s clear that Taehyung tried his absolute best to make it up to you (and thank god for that, because you don’t have it in you to be mad at him for any longer).
You bring him close into a hug, to which he jumps into, mouthing a “thank you” to his Alpha from behind your gaze.
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Jimin and Hoseok wait patiently until you’re done with wound care and out the door, clearly having something they need to get off their chest to the pack. It’s the younger one who recounts the day’s events, giving the elder one gentle hand squeezes throughout to keep him grounded.
There’s not a wolf listening whose face doesn’t fall instantly.
Namjoon takes lead in responding, to no one’s surprise. “We all have to be careful moving forward. Only give Hoseok affection on his terms and no initiating anything sexual with him, understood?”
Everyone nods, but the wolf in question just groans, "The last thing I want is you guys having to be careful around me. I don't want to be a burden."
"Not careful around you Hobi. Careful with you. Careful with the way we love you for as long as you need. It's not a burden because you're fucking worth it, and I won't hear anything otherwise...unless you tell me you'd find it a burden if it were any of us instead."
That shuts Hoseok up quick, because if it were any of the others, he'd give every inch of his energy and love into helping them heal. He'd pour everything in his soul to give his packmate what they need and when they need it. The word 'burden' wouldn't come into his mind at all.
“C'mere pup, how about sleeping next to me tonight?”
It takes a second for Hoseok to realize Namjoon is talking to him—the nickname ‘pup’ not being typically his. Namjoon may be a couple months younger, but it feels nice to hear the name spill from his lips. Makes him think he can be small like a pup should be, and taken care of like one too. He sees why the younger ones like the name so much.
His mind feels a little calmer the second Namjoon's hands wrap around his waist, telling him how proud he is of him for opening up. Assuring him that everything will be okay.
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It’s well into the night when Jin carefully removes each limb piled on top of him, glad he chose the bed’s edge tonight. He’s learned it’s the best spot for him, easy to slip out when the insomnia gets unbearable. He tip-toes to the living room, deciding to read another one of the random books on the bookshelf like he did last night. But this time, he’s not alone. The living room is already dimly lit, and Yoongi’s lost in a book of his own, sinking into that recliner you love. It’s too late for Jin to retreat, as the two make eye contact.
“Can’t sleep either?”
Jin nods his head, “I can—um I can go somewhere else. Don’t want to disturb you.”
“I wouldn’t mind some company, to be honest. Most people in this house aren’t big on being in my presence right now.”
“Y/n’s our owner. Whatever fight you two are in, we’re not going to be on your side.” It’s not a challenging tone like Jungkook’s, more of a matter-of-fact statement.
“She’s not your owner and you’re not pets. Whatever’s going on with me and her is between the two of us, and we’re figuring it out. So please, grab a book and sit.”
The wolf timidly reaches for a book from the shelf before settling down on the sofa, the last part of Yoongi’s sentence sounding too command-like for him to refuse. He’s still your guest, and his commands still hold weight.
The two sit like that for hours, quietly indulging in their own pieces of fiction. It's not as uncomfortable as Jin thought it would be.
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Aftershock
Someone bought me a coffee...that's why Reader is a little bit more descriptive than usual.
Warnings: NSFW, non consensual vaginal sex, non consensual oral sex, non consensual spanking, hair pulling, gun play, Daddy kink, face slapping, violence, degradation, humiliation
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Something feels wrong in the air when you get back to the school with Riko, Suguru, and Satoru. You don’t sense a shift in cursed energy, and everything seems fine otherwise…that is until a sword impales Gojo right before your youthful eyes. Your heart throbs in rapid beats as you pull your sword out from the sheath on your skirt.
Many words are spoken, but you hear none as Suguru pulls you and Riko towards the school.
“What?” You breathe with so many questions on your tongue but none finding their way past your throat. Gulping, you shake your head. “Geto, we can’t just leave him!”
“You’ll be safer with me. I promise. We need to get Riko to safety.”
You bite back a cry as you look over your shoulder at your friend now fighting with the man who stabbed him. If he’s fully healed, then Suguru must be right. Gojo can handle him. You need to keep moving and secure the vessel for Tengen.
Too much happens at a faster rate than you can process. One second, Riko is telling Geto and you that she wants to keep living, she’s only a young girl who still has plenty of life left in her. This girl is more than just the Star Plasma Vessel, she is a bright star herself. You can’t help but hope that Geto will allow the girl to reach her wish, but then a shot rings out, and a bullet passes through the young teen’s skull right in front of you. Geto’s reaction is much the same as yours as shock courses through him.
He orders you to run, and you should listen to him, but your feet fail to move. Your eyes are trained on the man who stabbed Gojo as he walks towards you two with a gun in hand. Shaking your head to clear your mind, you reach for your sword.
Whoosh. Your hair sways with the breeze as something moves by you so quickly, and your sword vanishes from its sheath. You see this man with a scar on the edge of his lip balance your weapon in his hand.
“Hey, don’t you know it’s rude to play with something that doesn’t belong to you,” is all you can quip as you bear your teeth at him.
“’Guess I’ll just hafta play with ya instead. I think I’ll like the pretty sounds ya make when I have ya screamin’ in pain.”
His eyes glint with sinister revelations, and you’re forced behind Geto’s protective arm.
“RUN! NOW!” He pushes you towards an exit so that you can get away quicky.
This time, you must listen because the man who stabbed Gojo and just took your sword at lightning speed isn’t someone Suguru thinks you have a chance of winning against.
To be honest…you’re not even sure if you could beat him in a two-on-one. If Geto has free reign in a fight, then he doesn’t need to worry about structure damage or collateral. You would probably just be in the way. With amplification to your cursed technique, you move as fast as you can to flee the area and bring in outside help. Maybe Nanami? Mei Mei? You run as far and fast as you can to find your classmates, but where the hell is everyone?
You check classroom after classroom only to end up with nothing. It’s as if everyone left early for the day. When you go to exit the school and check the dorms, you’re pushed face first into a wall. Your heavy breasts cushion the impact, but you came so close to hitting your forehead against the hard surface.
You look over your shoulder, having to crane your neck because he towers over you. It’s him.
“Who are you?” You can’t help but wonder, needing a name to place with all of the utter chaos he’s causing. The terror he’s filling you with needs to match not just a face.
“��Name’s Toji. Now, where’s a little bunny like ya runnin’ off to? The only place ya need to be is right here.” His rather large hand finds your wrist, holding it down by your side as he leans his head down to the soft nape of your neck.
You snap your head back, trying to catch his nose with the back of your skull.
He foresees your movements and tilts his head out of the way. “Too slow, little bunny. Too fuckin’ slow.”
Toji quickly pins you to the wall by your hips. His thumbs dip into your high waisted skirt, and he can’t help but play with the fabric teasingly. “This yer little school uniform, sweetheart? Do the boys try to catch a peek when yer doin’ all kinds of big girl fighting?”
His patronization bothers you immensely. You’re an asset to this school, an accomplished martial artist and swordswoman. He’s acting as if you’re nothing but a young girl who just entered middle school!
Wrenching your wrists up to the small of your back, he works a knee in between your thighs, spreading your feet apart until the fabric of his pants is nestled right against your clothed pussy.
“Stop talking to me like that, you asshole! I’ll fucking kill you if you try anything. I swear to God, this isn’t funny!”
You jut your shoulder out, trying to gain leverage against the wall. Once again, you find your curvy tits smashed against it.
“Watch that pretty mouth, or I’ll hafta wash it out with my come,” he whispers salaciously into your ear.
You shriek and kick your foot up, trying to stomp on his toe. Your feet are too far apart, and Toji is having too much fun watching all of your attempts. The entertainment leaves him chuckling lowly, darkly, like a rattle snake with predatory intentions.
He nudges your thighs farther and farther apart. With your chest and cheek squished against the wall, wrists pinned behind your back as your spine arches, and feet more than just shoulder length apart, Toji has you bent at a very odd angle. Still, you can feel something growing, poking into the seat of your skirt.
You know exactly what that is, and you don’t want it anywhere near you.
“No…no, no, no!” Your shrill voice fills the hallway as he spins you around to face him. You didn’t notice every detail about him before, but now, you can’t help but take every malevolent inch of him in.
His tall frame, bulky with muscles that must have taken an immense amount of endurance and consistency to form. His eyes as black as a moonless night. The way even his clothes cling to him like moss on stones, enhancing every sculpted line of his abdomen. Even the faded scar on his lip seems much more prominent. The last thing you take in is his wild hair, not as long as Geto’s, but just as black as a raven’s. Everything about this man from his clothes to his nature drips with darkness.
However, this is your chance to try something, to even show him that you’re not going to stand here and take his perverted assault. Your right fist shoots out, but he slips his head, missing your fist as you aim for his jaw. Again, your next attack curves upwards, trying to slam your knuckles into his liver. As you witnessed earlier, he shows off his amazing speed once more, countering your fists with parries and punches of his own. You dodge and block his quick hands as hard as you can, sweat budding on your brow as he runs down your stamina. You have to act quick, be just as fast as him. You don’t want to deliver any kicks without a set up, and now is the perfect time as you see an opening in his stomach. A jab has you keep your other fist up by your jaw to prevent him from knocking you out, a cross to set up the kick, and the final delivery.
What you do not expect is for him to grab your fucking thigh and throw you into the goddamn wall. Your back crashes against it, a large fissure in the surface as you slump down to the ground. You roll over, getting your bearings, hefting yourself up on hands and knees. You look to your side, but he’s nowhere to be found. No, not a chance. He’s behind you.
Toji flexes his foot, stomping your left butt cheek so hard that you fall on your stomach.
“Fuck!” You scream in anger at the humiliation he’s putting you through.
Crouching down, he grabs you by your hair, pulling your head up. He gives you a smirk full of condescension. “Nice…but too fuckin’ slow, hon. Yer gonna hafta pick up the pace if ya wanna land a blow on me. I think I’d rather have ya blow my cock though. Sounds a lot more fun than this little back and forth.”
Your neck feels on the verge of snapping if he keeps this up any longer. You try to grab his wrist, to pry him off of your locks, but you only end up forcing him to pull your hair even harder. Relenting, you drop your hand from his joint and try to elbow him in the ribs. Finally, you land a decent shot, but you don’t move him. Not in the slightest. Instead, it seems you only poked the bear, but the bear is pissed nonetheless.
He bashes your head into the floor, and you use all of the cursed energy you have to protect yourself from the harm. Your brow only bloodied slightly from the abuse; your brains rattled even more.
Toji hefts you up over his broad shoulder, slinging an arm over the back of your knees, smacking your ass once as he starts walking towards a classroom.
“Ya know,” he begins as he slides open one of the shoji doors, “’should be glad ya ran away from your friend when you did. Just means I don’t have anyone gettin’ in my way.” He drops you on the desk at the front of the room.
You scrunch your eyes closed from the impact of being dropped on your back, spine hitting hard wood. Sitting up, you use your elbow as balance, but with only so much room, Toji doesn’t exactly let you get far. He drags you towards him by your ankles, a cruel grin twisting his lips as he flattens you back out on the desktop. His hands clasp your knees in a crushing grip, pushing them all the way up to your buxom chest as he slithers back in between your legs, just like when he held you against the wall.
Unable to kick, unable to knee him, unable to do much, you beat your clenched fists against his chest, attempting to strike his face even. It gets you nowhere, and you feel truly hopeless as reality dawns on you. You can do nothing as he begins biting and sucking on your collarbone and throat, leaving toothy marks and O shaped bruises in the wake of his pouty lips.
His hands once on your knees slip underneath your navy-blue skirt, fingers ghosting the waistband of your panties, pulling on the silky fabric until he tears them off completely. They fall to the floor in tatters of lavender with a white rose on the front, and you scream at him to let you go, to put an end to this torment.
“I get it! You’re bigger than me! Is that what you’re trying to prove?!” You bite at him, trying to prolong this, to keep him away from you as long as you can.
He eyes you, those midnight orbs staring into you like a dragon facing its hoard of gold. “This isn’t about me proving anything. Nah, after dealin’ with yer little friends, I need some stress relief, and yer cute little pussy is the perfect thing to take it out on.”
Already in between your legs, he has no need to pry your knees further apart, yet he does all the same. He wants a good look at the treasure he just found. His scar quirks up as he stares at your velvety folds, and he whistles with satisfaction. “I was right. It is pretty cute.”
Your tiny cunt flutters at the compliment, wet and glistening in preparation for what is to come.
He doesn’t rid himself of his clothes. He only pushes his white trousers down enough to free his cock. However, he does rip at yours, intent on causing you as much mortification as he possibly can. With your school uniform in shreds on the floor along with the sheath to your long-forgotten sword, you’re completely bare and oh-so vulnerable to this beast.
“Ya ready, hon? I just know it’s gonna be tight.” He grunts as he lines himself up with your quaking slit. “Be a good girl, n’ take a deep breath for me.”
But you hold it, and his cock jabs inside of you so hard that you wish you had listened to him. Biting your lip, you throw your head back with a yelp of pain, much like a kicked pup.
“I warned ya,” is all he has to say before he thrusts into you, hips digging into yours, carving his monumental length into your womb, breaking your virginity.
You’re too tight, too small, and he’s so huge. It hurts as he tears through tissue, but it feels pleasant as his cock begins to settle inside your walls. You can feel his veiny member twitch inside of you, can see the bliss on his face as he gets to know your most intimate parts.
Toji furthers the penetration by pressing your knees all the way up to your tits again, holding you there as he looks straight at you. “Keep those eyes open. I wanna see the look on yer face when ya come all over my cock.”
You gasp, everything about him is just so incredibly massive as he continues to bully his way inside of you. Blinking up at him with teary eyes, you give into his demands and meet his dark gaze.
Confliction takes over your body as your brain reminds you that this is rape, but your body argues that his erection is just so nice and filling. You hold back a moan when you feel him hit a tiny ball of something that causes your hips to bump up and meet his, your clit tickled by his black patch of scratchy pubes. You turn your head to the side to avoid showing him that you’re responding to his ministrations, but he slaps you, red fingerprints blooming across the apple of your cheek.
“Thought I told ya to keep those cry baby eyes on me, hon,” he sneers at you, waiting for you to face him again.
And you do. You look at him with a trembling lip as the tears finally edge their way past your waterline and fall in fat rolls, joining at your chin before trailing down to your chest, slipping and disappearing in between your heaving breasts.
You keep your focus on him, even as he frees one knee in order to spank your ass harshly. His palm comes crashing down again and again and again. Several times, a dozen times. It makes no difference to you as he blindly smacks away at whatever flesh he can find. You’re more than positive the area he just beat is a cherry red with flecks of indigo bruises. It makes you want to squeeze your eyes shut and cry out, makes you want to twist under his hold, but you don’t dare to do any of it. You have to keep your eyes on him.
“I fucking hate you,” you whisper at him with disdain tinting your features.
“Yeah? Doesn’t really matter to me,” he presses into you, causing you to arch your back just right for him.
You elicit a lewd moan from the feeling of having him pound deeply into you like the little fuck toy that you are for him. It drives him wild, only spurring him to quicken his pace as he creates a mess out of you. Tiny and stupid with big tits just made for his meaty paws. That’s all you are to this bulky man as he rapes your virgin pussy, your slit weeping around his fat cock with a mixture of blood and juices.
In a last-ditch effort to get him off of your body, you reach out and try to jab your thumbs into his eyes, but you just haven’t learned your lessen yet.
“What a naughty little girl,” he drawls out, and your body goes into another state of shock for the second time today as you feel the cold barrel of his gun against your temple. “Seems someone oughta teach ya a lesson in behavin’.” He rests his finger along the barrel, just close enough to the trigger if you were to try anything again.
Fear strangles you. You can’t breathe, too afraid that even the slightest bounce of your breasts might set him off to shoot the gun. Whimpering as you bite your lip, you nod in submission.
I won’t fight you anymore.
It’s an unspoken agreement, one that he acknowledges with the slyest of grins.
Internally, you seethe with rage yet sob with agonized torment from the guttural and feral fucking. You hate the fact that you have given in to him, you hate yourself for it most of all, but with the gun pressed to your skull as he bucks his hips into you…what choice do you really have?
Suddenly, laughter rumbles from his chest, deep and rolling like thunder in charcoal skies. “It’s kinda funny. Six Eyes is bleedin’ out somewhere, and here ya are gettin’ fucked like a little bitch in heat.”
Tears well up in your eyes as your mouth parts. How could you not have realized Toji being here means that he won against your classmates?
“What did you do to him?” You can’t help but ask, curiosity tormenting you alongside the hulk of a man mounting you.
“I fuckin’ killed ‘em, sweetheart.”
And the tears flow faster like a heavy current. It’s probably the same for Geto then. The dam breaks, and your breath hitches as you succumb to your agonized and pained wails which built up inside of you since he began playing with you.
“Don’t cry, princess. ‘S alright. I’ll take care of ya. Make ya cry for a bunch of different reasons,” he jabs at your insecurity as he wipes away your tears with the barrel of his gun.
And he lives up to his word, splitting your pussy with such vigor that you momentarily forget Gojo’s predicament as your back arches off of the table, hitting that tiny bomb embedded in your walls with the thick tip of his cockhead, causing a beautiful explosion to go off. Your body jolts as waves of pleasure overcome you more than several times, until you’re nothing but a twitching little prize on his wet dick.
Your orgasm and blood soak his entire length, and all he has to do to finish up is push the barrel in between your brows and demand you suck him off.
“Come on, sweetheart. Open wide for Daddy.”
It’s like calling himself that comes so naturally to him, like he doesn’t mind referring to himself in that way. Such a sacred relationship, and he doesn’t care one bit if he tramples over it, making a mockery of it.
You eye the hung and fat girth of his stalk, the still twitchy vein throbbing away at the prospect of filling your toothy cavern.
Again, with the barrel of the gun set between your eyes, what choice do you have but to follow along? Your obedience serves you well, but only for so long as he cocks the gun and strokes your hair with it, calling you all sorts of pretty and demented pet names while you take him so far that your nose rubs against his patch of hair surrounding the base of his length. Not trimmed in the slightest yet not overgrown, the musky scent wafts into your nostrils while you gag on his mushroom tip.
Your eyes water again as he shoves your head so far into his lower abdomen, you have to grip his hips to steady yourself as you’re overcome with lack of oxygen. Drool seeps past the corner of your lips, trailing down your chin along with those crocodile tears of yours.
“Yeah, I think this suits ya much better than being a Jujutsu Sorcerer. Put that mouth and puss to good use.”
You have a sudden urge to bite down on him, but he sees it in your glaring eyes and prevents it from happening by taping your forehead with the black weapon quite harshly in your opinion. It leaves you flinching, feeling as though a bruise might be left behind from the way he’s tap, tap, tapping you with the gun, silently ordering you to obey his every command or else.
Averting your eyes, you continue to bob your mouth along his shaft like the cheap slut he’s making you feel, and there’s nothing you can do but submit and “clean him up”. He shoves himself down your throat once more, twice more, again and again until come fills your mouth, and you’re forced to swallow it down.
His behemoth sized cock pops free past your lips, and you let your head fall back, not caring about the uncomfortableness of your skull hitting the wooden surface. You watch as Toji hops down from the desk, adjusting his pants before putting his gun away.
And that’s the last you see of Toji, your rapist, the man who snatched your virginity, the guy who couldn’t even be bothered to give you his shirt. You have to walk all the way back to the dorms with nothing on. But there’s Gojo and Geto…alive. And even though everything went horribly wrong today, at least you still have your friends.
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Almost pt. 4
Bucky Barnes x femreader!
/ Steve Rogers x femreader!
Angst, heartbreak, fluff
Warnings: bit of swearing
AN: helloooo next part is out! I’m excited to see where this series goes!!! Honestly I love Bucky and Steve so this is fun 😆
Enjoy 🤘🏼
The physical pain took a couple of weeks to heal. Steve was a steady nurse, changing out your bandages every few hours until the cuts seemed healed. Whatever the poison was, it had done deep damage to your body. It took you a week to regain the use of your muscles. Sam checked in now and again as Steve helped you recover. He was keeping recon on the Hydra base, watching for any new movements since your blunder with the trap, but since then there had been nothing new to report. They both agreed that the mission would be on standby until you were back to full health. Steve had nearly had you shipped out back to New York to recover, but a frantic panic of yours seemed to change his mind.
While you were confined to the safehouse, Steve hardly left your side. It was nice to be taken care of for a change. It was something you weren’t used to. Something you didn’t know how to process. He was patient and kind, even though you felt that you didn’t deserve it. You had fucked up. Big time. Nearly blew the mission with your recklessness and now it was being pushed back to accommodate you. While you would have been content to wallow in your pity, Steve would not allow it.
He pushed you to do your physical therapy everyday, cooked for you, helped you in and out of the shower in the most respectful way he possibly could. He made sure you took your medicine when you needed to. He was attentive to your every need.
When you were finally able to speak clear and full sentences again, one day while he was changing out your bandages you felt a sudden burst of emotion escape your lips.
“Why are you doing this?”
Steve ignored you for a moment, finishing off the last bandage on your left arm before he finally looked up at you with an unimpressed look.
“Because you’re injured and need help, now hold still while I-“
You snatched the bandages out of his hands with your other arm and glared at him defiantly.
“Why. Are. You. Doing. This?” You asked again, your voice becoming stern.
“Doing what exactly?” Steve asked, just as irritated, “Making sure you don’t die?”
“Why are you being so… nice to me? I’ve been on missions with you before, and whenever other people get injured-“
“Are you saying I don’t help my team?” Steve challenged.
You looked him square in the eyes and set your jaw tightly. “Not like this.”
There was a flicker of movement in Steve’s mouth. You knew you had hit a nerve there. While Steve was a great leader, the best probably this world would ever see, he never was this attentive to his injured teammates. When Barton had his side blown off during Ultron’s attack, he did not play bedside nurse for him until he was better. So why here? Why now?
He must have seen that you weren’t going to give up so easily. He sighed.
“I’m doing this because of Bucky.”
You felt your chest go cold.
“He told you to—“
“He hasn’t told me to do anything.” Steve interjected quickly, almost to save himself from saying the wrong thing, “He doesn’t even know what’s happened here, no one but Tony does. No, I’m doing this because of what you did for him.”
“Then why–”
“If you’d just keep quiet for a second, I will explain!” he said, oddly flustered. You had never seen Steve Rogers, fucking Captain America, get flustered. You sat back, crossing your arms and mimicking locking your mouth. He sighed again and drew on hand through his hair.
“Look, I’m not clueless, okay? I was there when Bucky and Nat broke up. I know what he went through after that… what he turned into once she walked out of his life. And I know you and Nat are friends, and I know you might take her side on the matter, but Bucky is my best friend, okay? So I saw what went on behind the scenes too from the other side.
“Neither of them were good for each other. What they had wasn’t healthy. It was toxic and strained and fueled by lust. When that fizzled out it was bound to fall apart.”
You were surprised by the information that Steve knew. Not that you thought that he was clueless, but you didn’t think that Bucky had shared that information with him. It made you feel a bit stupid. Of course he would tell his best friend. Maybe the idea of being the only one Bucky confided in had made you feel special, but now your ego deflated a bit.
“I tried to be there for him at first. Admittedly, I know very little about relationships and breakups. I didn’t know how to be there for him, and he wasn’t going to be truthful with his feelings because that’s just Bucky, stubborn as always. So it was easy for me to tell myself that he was okay, and let him handle things the way he needed to. He has been through so much already, who was I to tell him how to live his life?
“But then you started to show up more and more and he began to get better. I couldn’t explain how or why. I thought maybe that you two had been… together as his rebound, which I now know is not the case!” Steve said a bit sheepishly.
“I didn’t do anything,” You mumbled, “I just hung out with the two of you on the weekends.”
“Cut the shit. I know you stayed with him whenever I would tap out early. I know you would go babysit him whenever he got too drunk and in his feelings to distinguish what was real or fake. You were there for him when I wasn’t. You cared for him when he wouldn’t have the decency to care for himself, and you never belittled him for it. You cannot sit there and tell me that was nothing.”
You drew your mouth into a hard line. You remained silent, and Steve just sighed again and continued on.
“Just answer me this, and answer me honestly. Do you think Bucky is a broken man?”
You froze. That was something Bucky had said that night on the balcony. “She is broken, like me.” There were a lot of words that came to mind when you thought about Bucky, but broken was never one of them.
“No,” you whispered, “He is not broken. He is hurting, and he is stupid, and he is so irritably stubborn that it drives me insane… but he isn’t broken. He thinks that there is some part of him that is irredeemable. That he doesn’t deserve good things to happen to him in his life and it breaks my heart…”
You were crying again, but you didn’t care. Trying to hold back everything you felt for so long had taken all the strength you had. And now you were the weakest you had ever been. You looked to Steve, wondering if he saw you as a crying mumbling mess, but instead he pulled you in for a gentle hug. His large muscled arms comforted you in an embrace that seemed to warm you down to your bones.
“I’m sorry,” Steve whispered, “I see how much you love him, how much you care for him. I feared that he would push that love away, that he would hurt you during his time of pain. I wish I could make him see just how special you are.”
Steve’s words hit the tender nerves of your soul and you sobbed against his shoulder. He caressed your hair and held you tighter as you shuddered and cried against him. You felt ridiculous, crying like a helpless baby, but Steve just murmured comforting words and held you securely in place.
“It hurts… I don’t know what to do anymore. I’ve lost myself in him… and he doesn’t want me. It’s stupid, it's so stupid… I feel so…empty. I shouldn’t have come on this mission. I’m so…sorry Steve. I’m sorry.”
Raw emotion cut through you as you were a blubbering mess. Steve just held you through it, not judging you or reprimanding you. He was calm, he was gentle, and he was patient. He kept telling you how good you were, how big your heart was. It was strange to be in this position. To be the one being reassured, to be the one being built back up. His words calmed your soul. You don’t remember falling asleep in his arms, but you woke up with him on the couch, his arms still wrapped around you as his head was tilted back on the couch.
You watched him a bit as he slept, not daring to move or stir him awake. You felt warm and safe in his arms. It was nice. He was beautiful, that you could not deny. His features were soft and gentle in his sleep. The rising and falling of his chest was even and steady. You slowly placed your head on his chest, listening to the even beating of his heart as you let yourself fall back asleep. For the first night since you had left New York, you did not dream of James Buchanan Barnes.
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The next morning you were up, making sure to carefully untangle yourself from Steve’s embrace. He was still asleep when you started making breakfast. It wasn’t until the bacon started sizzling in the pan that you heard him grumble from the couch and pick his head up.
“Good morning,” you greeted, a soft smile on your face.
“Morning,” Steve said as he rubbed his face, “You look better.”
“I feel great, honestly.”
You fixed him a plate of bacon, eggs, toast, and a cup of coffee as he came to sit down at the small wooden table. He gave you an awkward smile as he took a sip of his coffee. You sat down next to him, a cup of coffee in front of you and a slice of toast. The medicine that you were on made you have a low appetite, but you didn’t mind making breakfast for Steve. You thought that it was the least you could do after everything he did for you.
The two of you chatted a bit while he ate his breakfast. He updated you on the situation with Hydra. Sam was able to infiltrate the base on his own, undetected, in the middle of the night. He stole their plans to ship out large quantities of the poison that had afflicted you. The shipment was planned to ship out to the states in a months time. Steve relayed this mission to Tony who suggested sending his own bots in to take care of it. Meaning you would be going home soon.
“Thank you for taking care of me, Steve,” you said softly as he finished his meal. He gave you a soft smile and just shrugged a bit.
You took up his plate and put them in the sink and tidied the kitchen as he went to take a shower. You packed your things, folding up your gear and clothes into your small pack. Steve had done your laundry for you while you had been indisposed. You smiled. It was such a small thing, but so many small things that Steve had done for you over the past few weeks had seemed to heal you in ways that you never thought you would heal from.
You felt a warm sensation in your chest.
You heard him come out of the bathroom. He was shirtless, with a towel draped around his neck as his blonde hair still dripped. “Showers open,” he said as he stepped into the room.
You faced him, gazing at him as you watched a few drops of water fall down his chest. You felt your face grow hot, and stumbled a bit as you tried to step past him. He caught you by the elbow and pulled you up, holding you a bit close to him as he chuckled.
“How many times am I going to have to catch you before we—“
You don’t know what came over you. What made you think that this was okay? All you know is that you leaned forward and kissed Steve gently on the mouth. His eyes widened in surprise, and the shock of it made you immediately pull back.
“I’m sorry— I shouldn’t have—“
But he had put his hand under your chin. His blue eyes searched yours a moment, in an incredibly soft and tender way. It made your stomach jump the way he looked at you now. As he leaned in again, slowly, allowing you to push away at any moment you wanted, you could smell the scent of his shampoo as his lips returned to yours.
He was soft and gentle. His hand wrapped around your waist, pulling you a bit closer to him. He broke off for a second, his eyelids were half closed as he searched your face.
“Tell me to stop,” he murmured, “If you don’t want… if this isn’t something you are comfortable with…”
You raised up on your toes to reach his level and kissed him again. You let your hands wrap around his neck and tangle into his wet hair. Steve let out a pleased sound, and his strong hands lifted you from your waist and held you closer to him.
You thought that this would feel wrong. That kissing Steve would ruin everything between you. You thought maybe he would be angry with you, for kissing him after confessing your love for Bucky just the night before. But here he was, kissing you, murmuring your name as he carried you over to the bed in the room.
Had he really done all he did this week for bucky's sake? Or was there something else? Some other reason why he had been so keen on taking care of you? Your mind tried to process these questions, but the feel of Steve’s mouth on your neck quickly shoved those thoughts away.
He broke apart long enough to lock eyes with you. He was over you on the bed, his eyes a bit wild as he looked at you. Your chests heaved together, his bare and shiny from the water.
“Are you sure?” Steve asked.
The only response you gave, was a gentle nod of your head as you let your hand gently scrape down his bare chest. He gave a shaky breath and shook his head.
“You will be the death of me, you know that?”
All other conversation fell away. All other feelings and thoughts and memories disappeared. There was only you and him. And for the first time in a while, you felt whole.
Part 5
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(you leave for one loop. One day. And it becomes a blinding disaster. Oh yes, Stardust gets a loop where they can relax and don't need to worry about anything and look what happens.)
(Because of you.)
(I did not do anything.)
(Oh sure! Was I mistaken? Was I mistaken thinking that the one who's always causing trouble, always making things harder, was the one who messed everything up!?!)
(I had to do what I had to do. It's fixed now.)
(Fixed?!? Is that all you care about?!?)
(You grip the sides of the sink. You might be sick again at this rate. You couldn't tell if the nausea was from looping or from the mental argument you were having.)
(It's fine! Really, it's wonderful even! You could share what you learned now. And figure all this out. It's fine.)
(But first, cue Isabeau.)
"You alright, Sif?--" >> "--Just some loopy stuff, not that bad, I'll meet you for breakfast!"
(It's so easy to slip back into the old routine. It's comfortable. It's easy. You can just zone out and respond in exactly the right way. And yet, it made your skin crawl. After all you've been through you're still supposed to memorize a play? What a joke.)
(You go through the motions, get fully dressed, go downstairs, greet your party. Quesadillas again. They'd probably still be tasty, though you wont want them for a bit after these loops.)
"You sure you're alright??--" >> "--Do you think that's why you're sick again?"
(You were zoning out a lot. Change things up.)
"That would make sense, craft exhaustion, right?"
"Alright eat up then 'Frin, gotta get your energy back." (Nille gave you more food like last time.)
"At least let me finish first breakfast." (You say, smiling.) "I am hungry though."
(You still weren't sure if you felt better or worse after taking some time to relax. Although, that 'relaxing' time was cut short. You take a bite of the quesadilla.)
(??!?!!?!)
"Is Bonnie feeling okay?" (You ask.)
"They woke up with a headache, I think it's from that bonk from yesterday." (Nille looked worried at you bringing it up.) "Just, don't mention the burnt food."
(Odile spoke up from behind her book.) "It shouldn't be from that bang on the head. No concussion, any booboos they had Mirabelle healed up."
"Well what else would it be then."
(You quietly eat up the quesadilla. Just think for a second, Loop. It's probably nothing. Just focus on the task at hand.)
(You and I know that it's impossible for the past to change. If something did change, it would be us who did it.)
(So why does Bonnie have a headache?)
(. . .)
(You're still not giving me all the details~)
(It does not matter, it will distract you.)
(You're afraid arent you~ You're afraid that things are going to change~)
(As are you.)
(I'M at least trying to-)
(You bite your tongue.)
"Blinding-" (You exclaim.) "Ow."
"Everything alright, Siffrin?" (Odile asked.)
"Oh I just bit my tongue, eating too fast."
"Aw no!!" (Isa said, concerned.) Want me to check if it's ok??"
"So you can kiss it better?" (You reply, almost instinctually.)
"!??!?!!!?!?"
"HA!"
"Get a ROOM you two!"
(Isabeaus face was getting off shade, it took you a second before you processed what you just said and what it meant.)
"OH. UH. I DIDNT??? MEAN, UH???"
(you hide yourself in your hat. That's??? So embarrassing?!?!? Oh stars you said that as a JOKE. "I banged my elbow kiss it better." Stupid, stupid Loop! You're making such a fool of yourself.) ". . . S-sorry."
"Noit'sokI'mokit'sfine." (And now Isa was covering his face.)
(. . .)
(Not a WORD from you.)
(There's a bit of an awkward pause before casual conversation starts again. You mostly just zone out untill Bonnie comes back.)
(They looked. . . Fine? It was hard to tell from last time, maybe a bit more tired looking? Nothing physicaly wrong, not that it looked like, they caught you staring at stuck out their tongue at you and make a "nyeeh" noise. You stick your tongue out back.)
"Quite done, you two?" (Odile said without looking up.)
"'Frin started it."
"Did not."
"Did too!"
"Alright maybe I did."
(Mirabelle gasped.) "Siffrin? Admiting to cheekyness??"
"Truly a dark day." (Odile commented.)
(You all chuckle.)
(Here again. Back at the explination table. You know you could keep the loops a secret this time, but no. You needed help, you did ask for it after all~)
(Might as well make it fun, though. You look around and see a few scraps of note paper, you grab one and quickly write something down. Next, who to pass it to. . .)
(Odile is still in her book, Mirabelle was checking on Bonnie, Isabeau. . . Passing a note to Isa right now's a bad look. Nille, then. You crumple the paper into a ball and gently throw it at her as she's about to take a bite of food. She pauses and looks at you. You hold up a finger and wink.)
(You lean back in your chair.) "Let's skip going to the defenders, when we head there later today it just becomes a whole mess."
"You looped again!?!?--" >> "--I'll look for one of those next time."
(You hear a stiffled laugh come from Nille, looking over, she had de-crumpled the note and looked at it. She gave you a look and held it up.)
"So do you just have the whole crabbing day memorized, Siffy?" (The note was that whole exchange written down. Nille passes the note to Mirabelle to look.)
(You stick out your tongue.) "Maybe~"
"What's our next line then, Siffrin." (Odile had closed her book, now quite curious.)
"Well, bonnies next line is 'that's crabbing stupid.'"
"Language."
"No that comes after Bonnies line." (Ok this is kind of fun actually)
"Alright, but what's your next line." (Mirabelle says, curious.)
(You nod.) "That this will be try number four, or five, First was me and Odile at the library, rest of you to the Defenders place, Bonnie came running back to us because Mira was framed for kidnapping Bonnie."
"!?!?!?--" >> "--Language."
(There's a bit of a pause as everyone catches up to the exchange that just happened, and laughs.)
"Well, at least you're making light of it?"
"Tee hee, I try~" (Now, how to explain things quickly.) "Next loop we all went to the Defenders and bumped into an old friend of Isabeaus, going by Ramos now. We got split up, Ramos and Isa were acting suspicious, we confronted Ramos and they had a wishing star pendant like from yesterday. There was also a strong mint smell around. And then last loop Mira Isa and Odile went to figure out if mint was a sign of anything."
"That's, quite a lot to take in." (Said Odile.) "Well, did we find anything?"
(You nod) "Yep, a strong mint smell is assosiated with Mind Craft. It makes sense really, with how Isa and Stardust acted~"
". . . Stardust?"
(You wince. Stars! STARS! Oh great you were just TALKING and explaining things and DIDN'T EVEN THINK ABOUT IT. Alright, fine, fine, you'd have to explain this anyways probably.)
(You could try again.)
"R-right, aha, well. . ." (You shook your head, lights, camera...) "Well it's a bit of a story, Mirabelle had the wonderful idea that we take a loop to rest up! Oh very, very thoughtful~"
"Uh, th-thank you?" (Mira looked confused, well, everyone did a little.) "Did, did it go alright?"
"Oh it did! For a bit. And then our good friend Ramos showed up. Stardust, Siffrin, thought it would be a wonderful idea to talk to them to figure out a few things. Buuuuuuuut then Ramos grabed their hand and he started acting ~very different~"
(You felt like you were going to have a heart attack. When was the last time you talked to your party? REALLY talked to them. It was on the final day, wasn't it? And even then you were all worried about Stardust. You just need to keep acting.)
"Let me guess. Siffrin was effected by mind craft in some way, but you weren't?" (Odile, like usual, was ahead of the curve.)
"Correct~ Hello by the way, your friendly neighborhood Loop here to help~"
"Oh! Good to talk to you again then!" (Mirabelle said excitedly.)
"Yeah. Lot cooler than 'Frin." (Bonnie said all cheekily.)
"A devistating blow to someone not even here. Are they around at all, by the way?" (Odile asked.)
"Well. . ."
(We shouldn't bring him to front. They are likely still effected by mind craft.)
(And how would you know that?)
(I don't.)
(Exactly. You tap your chin.) "Well I could get them, but we're worried that mind craft is still effecting him."
"Still?"
"But, didn't you turn back time?!?"
"Yeah, it never happened then, right?"
(You shrug.) "Kinda. Memories stay. Our body keeps some of it's changes, scars and muscle growth, but not wounds. We keep our fighting experience too, naturally. And for some reason, equipment."
"Oh right... Like the bow my classmate got me." (Mirabelle touched their bow, the same one.) "That really hurt my head to think about."
(Nille rubbed her head.) "Well if you get them we can check easily. And if Siffy's still gotten mind crabbery we'll..."
"Then we make sure Loop doesn't get effected either!!" (Isabeau said confidently.)
"Or undo it. It should be easy enough, unless-" (Odile starts)
"-it was powered by a wish." (You finish with her.)
". . This is weird." (Nille says.)
"Give me a day and I could recite those two days in Dormont by heart~"
"Even the sleepover?"
"Especially the sleepover."
(You all chuckle a bit at that. It's. . . Kind of nice, being able to be open about this. Even if you wish it could be in better circumstances.)
"I've got two plans today." (You say, as you take another bite of food.) "First, we'll all check on Stardust and see how he's handling things~ "
"Rude to talk and eat, Loopert." (Nille sais smugly.)
(You choke on your food. Loopert?!?!)
"Hah! Loopert."
"Hehe. It's a cute nickname."
(You sink down in your cloak and quickly finish that bite of food.) "Any chance we could rethink the nickname?"
"No!!! You're Loopert now!!!"
(Great.)
(Well if we they wont remember at least.)
"Alright alright, well the other thing I want to do is try talking to Ramos agian."
"Huh."
"So daring..."
"Are you sure about that, Loop." (Mirabelle seemed worried.)
"Well, I'm curious how they'll react. The last two times we've bumped into eachother they've been. . . acting strange. Oh, and I would like to talk to them one on one if possible."
"You do realize if that mind craft stuck this could be increddibly risky." (Odile looked concerned. Understandibly so.)
"I'd like to be around in case they try anything. . ." (Said Isabeau.)
(You nod.) "Well, if you all could stay nearby in case something does happen, that would be great."
"Why do you need to talk to them alone anyways?" (Nille asked.)
"W-well. . ." (How to put this.) "I don't want to be rude, but you all are terrible actors."
"Ah. . ."
"Oh. . ."
"Ouch, but fair."
"Sorry." (You shrug.) "One of the best advantages of not talking about the loops was knowing exactly how things go. But we made a promise to not keep secrets soooo~"
"No no, I understand Loop." (Mirabelle looked a bit dejected.) "I don't know if I'd be able to keep a straight face."
"Heh, I could do it." (Bonnie said smugly.)
"Sure you could Boniface." (Nille replied.)
"Yeah!!! I could!!!"
"I'll go sign you up for theater classes then."
"NO!!!!"
(Heh, that would be a sight to see.)
(At least we have a plan.)
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𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐚 𝐓𝐚𝐞𝐡𝐲𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝 #𝟐.
pile 1 → pile 2 → pile 3
Pick the photo that you feel the most drawn to. The questions that i picked for this reading were taken from this post. As always, this is a general reading so take what resonates.
𝐏𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝟏:
What residual guilt are you holding?
You may feel guilty every time you make mistakes. The roots go back to your childhood for example, parents or teachers comparing your marks with others or your 'friends' comparing your less scores with theirs on purpose so that they would feel better about themselves, whatever the case was it stills affects your current self. Whenever you start something, you set expectations for yourself that you will become perfect at this instantly or before anyone else. Due to this, you might be emotionally invested in whatever you do and whenever you make a mistake or see someone else doing something easily, you start to question your abilities and think that they aren't good enough and feel like your younger self again. You are stuck in a negative mindset and have many toxic emotions like bitterness, resentment and hatred could be towards others or yourself, some of you may even use these emotions as motivation. You may often feel emotionally drained and find it hard to concentrate and focus on things.
message: "learning is all about trial and error and you will make mistakes but the more mistakes you make the better you will get. You might feel like you look stupid but don't give up. If you keep doing the work, you will achieve your goal. Then the achievement will mean a lot more to you. Be patient with the learning process. Try not to lie, to others and especially to yourself. The help you need will come to you at the right time, even though it seems impossible to you. So lighten up and stop being so negative or having 'toxic positivity' and remember that is okay to ask or receive help."
How can you be more nurturing to yourself?
Get out of your head and then you will realize that you are not alone. Allow yourself to be vulnerable because it is okay to feel your emotions. Let go of your habit of doing everything by yourself especially when help is offered to you. You may ask the universe or a higher power for help (even searching for some type of guidance online) for someone to help you get out of the mess but when the help does come to you, you decline it. You may feel like no one understands you or gets you or you are afraid that people might not care about you. But the universe wants to tell you that it is not true and you can feel connected to someone only if you allow yourself. Try not to shut down these offers out of fear of vulnerability. When someone offers to help you try being grateful and be vocal about it instead of your usual "no I can do it by myself". Nothing wrong with being independent but also there is no harm in asking for help. I got this strong message of 'you are at the right place, at the right time' so for some of you, the event and the people around you are due to a divine arrangement so maybe this could be your chance to heal a part of your inner child because there is a soul connection to those around you.
message: "Have the courage to even face the uncertainties of your life. Know that you will move forward as you did with your past challenges. Victory doesn't only come from achieving your goals, it also comes from winning over your fears. Do not be afraid of failing. When you were a baby learning how to walk, you fell so many times and even got hurt but did you give up on walking? No, but instead you got back up and look at you now. Take the risk to improve your life, even if there is no guarantee."
𝐏𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝟐:
If you felt drawn to Pile 3, make sure to check it out as well!!
What residual guilt are you holding?
You might feel guilty for not taking control of your life decisions. You feel like you don't have enough 'knowledge' to make decisions, so always give others the authority to make the decisions for you. Maybe when you were young, you were made fun of or looked down on for making "silly" choices or selecting the wrong option. Now you could be like 'oh I just need outside advice about this xyz situation' and end up doing exactly what they said even though you do not like it because you feel like if you followed your own advice you would fail 100%) You may also feel guilty for procrastinating or ignoring the things that need to be done, its there in the back of your mind but some of you could try to shut it by saying "well what can I do about it? Now is not the right time for it!" and continue sitting in your couch potato position. Also for some of you, whenever someone brings up this topic you try to ignore it or get irritated by it, not in a childish way but in more of a "rebellious" teenager way. You may feel like no one loves you or cares about you and people are secretly hating on you and are jealous of you but for the majority of you, it is most likely in your head (imaginary haters). You have longed so much for something better and since you are not getting it (sometimes you may even feel like there is no chance of this future for you), you have unknowingly developed a pessimistic attitude even though you say that you are being "realistic" about life. There is a strong message about having two choices( you got like 5 cards about it). The universe is telling you that every day you have two choices; to feel the passion within you or to numb it. If you can find enjoyment in your life now, even more, will come. It is either to do or to not. If you don't do it, you can enjoy your comfort now while occasionally feeling guilty about it and later on feel overwhelmed because you do not have enough time for it or you could do it and give yourself time to process it.
message: "Stop thinking that you will grow only when your surroundings will change. You grow when you change. Stop thinking that you will only grow when you are forced to do it, that isn't the case here. This time it IS in your hands, it's up to you and if you fail, trust yourself to get back up. Every day you have a choice, you get to decide which inner voice to listen to. It feels like your inner child is trapped by this version of you. It asks you every day to change but you might listen to it."
How can you be more nurturing to yourself?
You are free, stop living in your head so much it is almost as if you made a prison for yourself. Let go of your fear of looking stupid. Everyone makes mistakes (even the person that you constantly go to for advice and consider authority) its normal to make them, we are all humans. Do not let this fear stop you from even starting something that you want. Let go of your 'pride' which is limiting you from growing. You also embody the strengths you admire in the people you look up to. Don't try to "compare" yourself to the talents, and achievements of others. Identify what life lesson you seem to be repeating, it is one of the big lessons you're here to work on. Instead of getting frustrated and wanting this to be over as soon as possible, learn what this repetition is teaching you. When you decide to change from your old patterns for something good and make efforts to improve yourself every day, it is something to feel proud of. Even if you do not see it, you are getting better and wiser every day.
message: "the answers you seek, can always be found within you. always remember that your inner wisdom will always guide you. try to have a positive mind because how you think affects your reality. if you feel like your inner self is telling you something like "oh we are not good enough for this anyway, and we have to accept it because that's how life works" then you are not hearing from your best self. you can do it, everything is at the table for you, and it is up to do something with it. The cycle of the same misfortunes is repeating because the reason could be rooted in something that you need to resolve from the inside. Your instincts will guide you toward the right action every time, but only if you are in tune with yourself."
𝐏𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝟑:
If you felt drawn to Pile 2 , check it out as well !!
What residual guilt are you holding?
(i kept thinking about the song I know it's over by The Smiths while writing this song so give it a listen if you haven't already)
You might feel guilty whenever you get emotional. You might feel afraid to open up emotionally because you feel like it will backfire on you in the future and you will get hurt. Maybe when you were young you were shamed or made fun of for crying or being excited about things (i saw a little child collecting stones/ shells from the beach and then getting scolded by the parent, so take however that resonates) You may feel uncomfortable around emotions of others and unknowingly be cold towards because when you felt emotionally vulnerable you were told to not be so sensitive and you don't know what to do. Many of you could be men/ raised were raised as the "man of the house" from a young age regardless of your gender and you were told to toughen up because there was a time to have emotions and be "weak", especially from a mother figure (even in the song I recommended he is talking to his mother). Also, some of you think that if show your emotions it will lead to some sort of financial failure, which relates to the previous line where I said that some of you had to be the man of the house and had some sort of financial responsibility since a young age. Now you find yourself in an unbalanced situation, where you think that following your brain and shutting down your emotions is the right thing to do because that is what you were taught as a child but a part of you says 'this isn't how it is supposed to be, I am a human too, I am supposed to live life and feel too like all the others do.' For this, you will have to stop the thoughts that somehow convince you or put the fear in your mind that something bad WILL happen. When you are anxious about something that hasn't even happened yet, then you are harming yourself with your thinking. Tell yourself that your negative thoughts are just thoughts and not your reality.
message: "you have completed so many challenges, that chapter is done and dusted, it is over now. Now it is time for you to evolve. It is time for you to create the world that you always wanted, the one where your younger self would feel safe and not get judged for being childish, the one where your teenage self can shamelessly dance and laugh and the one where your current self can look at both of these versions and smile and help them make that sand castle at the beach (i keep seeing a beach. it could be a metaphorical situation or literal idk, but it is a message for someone.) Get out of the repeating cycle now that you have the knowledge and guidance to do so."
How can you be more nurturing to yourself?
(yeah there is something important about water bc all three cards you got have water-related images, so you could have a lot of water in your chart especially cancer or feel connected to water.)
Take a look around your environment. It has the power to unconsciously affect your mood and self-esteem. Cut out what no longer or never served you. You do not need it. The more you clean out your personal surroundings, you will feel less heavy and stressed on the inside. Your body and mind have been under immense stress, you have every right to live for yourself and be happy. Love yourself and be open to love. Renew your love for yourself and try to feel with your heart and not your ego. Slow down and enjoy the little things in life and learn to appreciate them. Learn how to balance being in the real world and what your inner self wants. You may feel like there is no time for 'self-care', but sometimes it is important to shut down your mind and listen to your body (you could even feel tremors in your body that happen due to a lot of stress) Protect your health and well-being first.
message: "Every day there is a new opportunity to feel grateful for existing, to make good choices, and to celebrate living. Go out in the sun, ride or learn how to ride a bicycle/horse and feel the warmth of a sunny morning. Stop being a night owl, it is affecting your body and you know it as well. Don't let pride stop you from making mistakes and asking for help. You are not a disappointment if you fail or take help from someone else. Everything always works out, it always has and will continue to do so."
Thank you so much for reading!!!
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SISSY TRAINING PROGRAM FOR NEWBIES AND EXPERIENCED SISSY
WHO are struggling with their Gurly side and fantasy
Sissy Training: A Complete Beginner’s Guide
Unlock confidence and self-expression with our comprehensive beginner’s guide to sissy training.
Introduction
What’s sissy training, you ask? Well, if you’re here, you might have some ideas about it. But let’s clear up any confusion anyhow.
Sissy training is a transformative process that involves highlighting an ultra-feminine, drastically submissive persona.
For sissies, it’s a channel to locate, accept, and show off their authentic selves.
It’s not easy to find mediums for sissy training though.
Not when society is still, shall we say, narrow-minded. But just imagine it— just how liberating will it be to express your sissified self?
Many folks out there mistakenly think that sissy training is just about humiliation.
Absolutely not! It’s about finding power in being able to act without any inhibitions. Read on to learn more!
Understanding The Term “Sissy”
Some people might flinch at the term “sissy,” — a reaction we get thanks to society’s tendency to paint it in the wrong light.
But here’s the thing: we’re not society. We’re the redefiners, and so we must call out this misconception.
Today, “sissy” isn’t a smear or an insult. It’s a badge of honor, a sign of courage and self-acceptance.
“Sissy,” in its purest form, refers to a man who drowns himself immense femininity. Why would a man want this?
Think of it like a man’s breather in a world that expects him to do manly things. Such include being strong in every situation possible.
And pretending to be strong is very draining and exhausting.
It’s a man’s way to just let go. To be more intuned with his feminine persona and to heal.
To discover aspects of himself without shame and fear. A sissy can even adopt alter egos to explore more.
Does it involve submission? Sure, it can. But it’s not a one-size-fits-all label. It’s varied and rare for every practitioner.
The Basics of Sissy Training
Right off the bat, let’s address the elephant in the room: starting isn’t easy.
Heck, even I, with all my years of experience, look back on those initial, nerve-wracking steps. But guess what?
Nothing worth achieving comes easy.
Sissy training involves every feminine thing you can imagine. Femme behaviors?
Check. Femme clothes? Check. Femme thinking? Check!
The essence of sissy training lies in understanding that femininity isn’t a monolith— it’s a spectrum.
When you choose to be a sissy, you welcome the vulnerability and softness that comes with it.
But do not ever get this wrong— this “mellowness” also develops distinct strengths.
Such involves resilience and courage. They always go hand in hand, a part of the package.
Here’s a rundown of the absolute basics you must master first before progressing your sissy training:
Immerse yourself completely in your new sissy identity to commemorate your progress!
I’m talking head-to-toe transformation. And so, here are some practical advice I’ve picked up from my very own sissy education:
Dress the Part
What’s the best and easiest way to welcome your femme side?
A closet filled with your favorite women’s clothes, of course! But don’t just get everything!
Get those that fit you perfectly. Only give space in your wardrobe for those that complement your body type.
Your garb should also reflect your femme personality.
To help you get started, I suggest starting with the basics: a nice pair of stockings, a classy little black dress, and, of course, a pair of shoes that make you feel like a queen.
If you don’t have money to splurge, invest time rummaging through thrift stores, online sales, and hand-me-downs!
Adopt Feminine Mannerisms
Do you want to look like a sailor dared by his unfunny friends to wear a dress for laughs?
Of course not! Your clothes make up about 50% of your presentation, but your gestures and poise, oh— they will take that up to 100%!
How can you “adopt” these mannerisms? Simple! By observing and engaging with the women around you!
Research indicates that you subconsciously mimic those you interact with, so take full advantage of this science!
Take note of how your graceful lady friend speaks, moves, and expresses their thoughts and feelings.
Who is involved in sissy training?
It includes you— a male-to-female crossdresser (aka sissy).
You’ll go through various practices to make you an ultra-fem, subservient to another party in sissy training, your dom.
Other participants are your support system. It can include your fellow sissies, mentors, and allies.
How do I start my journey with sissy training?
Acceptance is first. Then, identify your motivations and objectives. Doing so will make your journey smoother since you have a map you follow.
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Tell me your thoughts on the link is dead in MM theory?
yeah ok. i feel like it's pretty widely known at this point that i do not care for it but let's really go into why. in the post that i assume prompted this ask i compared it to a similar permadeath botw theory in that i feel both theories only work if one ignores the central theme of the game in question. in terms of theme, majora's mask and botw are quite similar. both feature a highly traumatized link after a hard-reset of his life and follow the beginning of his healing process.
majora's mask features the hero of time after the timeline reset. He is physically a nine-year-old boy, but he has spent significant time in the body of a sixteen-year old and he has spent much of his life essentially as a child soldier without any regard for his feelings. he has fought monsters that adults twice his size and age refused to get within 200 feet of, and NO ONE REMEMBERS THIS, because in order to restore hyrule to what it once was he went back and stopped it all before it even began. understanding what has been done to link and how he remembers the events of oot are crucial to understanding mm.
now we have the actual setting of mm, termina. termina is deliberately strange and off-putting immediately upon entering it. you as the player are meant to pick up on the fact that something is off about your surroundings. the entire game plays this up--something is Wrong about termina. you're never supposed to be completely sure if it's real or a dreamscape. truly, i don't fault people for looking at a deliberately offputting, dreamlike, horror-filled world like termina and equating it to some sort of afterlife. the skull kid himself is often interpreted as a metaphor for death in oot--being a child who wandered into the forest and never came out. (i personally see it more as a reflection of oot's greater themes of coming-of-age and adult/child relationships, but that's a point for another post.) i do understand that the evidence for the theory is THERE, and that the tendency to want to explain away the offputting environment of termina as link being dead is kind of natural. but I think it's worth examining WHY termina is the way it is; how its weird vibe ties back to mm's central themes and link's story arc within it. and when you do, in my opinion, the theory falls apart pretty quickly.
majora's mask is a story about healing from trauma. Link, as previously mentioned, is a child soldier who feels trapped between childhood and adulthood and who has seen firsthand that nothing he does matters because in the end no one but him will remember it. termina is designed to enforce this point of view, initially. link can do everything in his power to help the people of termina, to fix their problems, to be a good kid, but at the end of those 3 days no matter what he does the moon will always come crashing down and he will always have to reset. no one will remember him. he can't change anything, not really. but as you play through the game, you find one thing that DOESN'T go away with each reset--the masks. these are given as rewards for link's good deeds--physical representations of the good he has done, even after everything resets. even though he remains trapped in this cycle, he gains a little something for every person he helps, something that can't be taken away from him. he begins to have hope that everything he does isn't in vain. he begins to HEAL.
on the final cycle, when you've completed all the dungeons and you stop the moon, the game performs a check to see if you have all the masks. if you've done every one of the side quests and helped the people in termina, even though they don't remember it. the check comes in the form of a game of hide-and-seek, a metaphorical return to the childhood that link feels he has lost. if every mask has been collected, link receives the fierce diety mask, making the final battle with majora quite a bit easier. he becomes more powerful because he has taken the time to grow and heal and learn that what he does matters no matter if people remember him or not. this is a central point of majora's mask. and when he wins, when he comes out the other side, the message that greets the player is "Dawn of a new day." a promise that the story will continue. a promise of many more days to come. a promise that the cycle has been broken and everyone in termina, link included, can finally begin to truly live.
again, i think the tendency to equate an obviously metaphorical dreamlike world like termina to an afterlife is somewhat natural. but to suggest that link is dead in the context of a game that is fundamentally about link HEALING and continuing to LIVE is kind of ridiculous imo. a world can be strange and function as a metaphor without being an afterlife. the tendency to try to explain termina's oddity is natural, but the fact that it's not explained is part of the point. whether it really exists or not doesn't matter, what matters is that the spiritual journey link went on DID happen, and he came out the other side able to continue living. he broke the cycle. now a new day can begin. THAT is the point of majora's mask. if link is dead, then that point loses ALL of its impact. what awaits link after breaking termina's cycle if he's dead?? to me, it's tantamount to suggesting his fate WAS sealed. that it's TRUE that nothing he did mattered and he was too late to truly change anything. nothing you do matters when you're dead. mm just functions so much better on a thematic level if link is allowed to continue living in the aftermath.
#asks#zelda analysis#this isnt the first time ive explained this but the zelda fandom never ceases with its bad takes sooo
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Day 2 of thinking about Tighnari’s lightening injury.
Cyno is unable to come see him immediately after it happens due to work stuff and saving Sumeru and whatnot, but by the time he does, he’s no less worried. While Tighnari has made good progress on healing by then, it’s clear that it’s going to scar. Some days are better than others, the pain is sporadic and unpredictable.
The day Cyno shows up is a good one. He’s tense and frantic, needing the sound of his partner’s heartbeat with every fiber of his being. He finds Tighnari in the kitchen, smiling while making dinner, and clearly expecting him.
Cyno is widely known to be inexpressive. He is sure that this is the case because his peers at the Akademiya had often complained to each other that he was “weird and unreadable” when he was within hearing distance. Many of his current colleagues have repeated this sentiment, albeit with more positive framing, often in the context of inquiring his advice on how to be more intimidating. Cyno hadn’t been much help in either situation; he’s simply always been inexpressive, whether it serves him or not.
Tighnari must be the only person who disagrees. Upon seeing Cyno, his brows furrow together, relaxed manner disappearing at once. He turns off the burner and trots up to his partner, taking hold of his hands and staring intently at his face.
“What’s wrong?” He asks. Cyno is voiceless, trembling. He squeezes Tighnari’s hands and then gently turns him around. He hesitates while lifting the corner of his partner’s shirt, but Tighnari gives him an encouraging nod. Cyno removes the loose-fitting, soft textured shirt and the expertly wrapped bandages beneath it, and then he is looking at a raw mess of burnt skin. A choked noise escapes him. Tighnari turns and cups his cheek.
“I’m okay,” he says gently. Because he can somehow read Cyno’s mind like a book, when no one else can even see him. “It looks worse than it is,” he continues. “It hardly hurts, today. I’ve been taking good care of it.”
Cyno applies a new coat of healing salve to the wound. Tighnari lightly complains that he’s being overly cautious - “It will take ages at this pace. Dinner will go cold.” - but Cyno stubbornly proceeds even more slowly, taking pride in being The Most Gentle with his partner. Tighnari deserves nothing but the best. By the time he’s wrapping him back up, Tighnari’s eyelids are drooping, and Cyno feels the twisted knot in his stomach begin to unravel at the sight.
They have dinner. Cyno convinces Tighnari to sit and relax while he heats up the food that did, indeed, cool off. Tighnari had simply rolled his eyes fondly. They eat and then spend the rest of the evening in a drowsy, comforting haze. Cyno helps Tighnari bathe around the wound, then grooms his tail and massages his ears. Tighnari feels spoiled, and says as much, but Cyno brushes him off with the first joke of the night: “You’re too sweet to be spoiled.”
After that, Tighnari realizes this is the best way for Cyno to heal and process and feel useful, so he stops protesting. He allows himself to let go of his reservations and be taken care of, for once.
They get in bed and start to drift off, clinging to one another. Once Tighnari falls asleep, Cyno’s ear finds his chest and stays there. These actions become something of a routine, as Cyno stays in Gandarva Ville for far longer than he would normally allow himself. He never lets Tighnari far from his sight. Although he has to go back to the city eventually, Cyno quickly becomes more adept at making excuses to take detours during work trips so that he can visit and check in on Tighnari.
#my writing#my writing: genshin#cyno genshin impact#cyno hc#tighnari genshin impact#tighnari hc#genshin impact hc#i should be working#idk what this is#halfway between a brainstorm and a fic ??#no ofc i’m not projecting onto cyno… ahaha
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Was it worth it in the end? — ♡
♡ jiung x fem!reader <3
♡ genre: angst x fluff (wc; 3.0k)
♡ sypnosis: ever since you found out about your illness and its progression, you always told one person; jiung. Your childhood bestfriend, and the one person you felt closest to. Yet, when you went to your weekly doctors appointment, you came back with news that had you wondering if telling jiung would be the right thing to do.
♡ warnings: mentions of ilness, hospital visits, loss of life, coma, mental health issues.
♡ song suggestion: die 4 you — dean.+`
You never expected to come back from the doctors appointment with such a dreary feeling that consumed your mind. Normally, the hardest part of having a doctors appointment was arriving there in the first place, and leaving with a burden lifted off of your shoulders. You hated how you had to come back to the same clinic every single weekend, and had to walk the same corridors, and enter the same room, and see the same doctor.
The more your illness developed and progressed in its stages, the more you found little comfort in being taken care of. You didn’t like the feeling of burdening people with your struggles, and you hated even more that no matter how hard someone tried to heal you, you only got worse.
The one person who didn’t make you feel as though you were a reminder of sadness and sorrow in its living human form was jiung. Your closest friend that supported you since the very first day.
Yet, after the dreadful news that came with the new files the doctor received, you didn’t know whether or not telling jiung would be the best idea. You still vividly remembered the several calls you got from him this morning, asking you if you would like him to come along so he can be there for any major news. And as much as you wanted him with you, you were fearful that the doctor would say something that would result in nothing but pure despondency. And you weren’t wrong.
Jiung was always one to overthink. He did nothing but care for you ever since he found out about your illness. He always checked up on you, came over to your apartment with a handful of freshly picked flowers and a cup of your favourite drink. He did everything he possibly could to make sure that your mentality remained stable and healthy, unlike your physical health that he unfortunately couldn’t heal, but swore he would heal if he could.
But, ever since you sat him down on your couch at your apartment and told him the news, he had treated you like a piece of damaged glass that could be shattered any second. He no longer ran up to you to give his hugs you could never get enough of, he no longer wrapped his arm around your shoulders and put you into headlock like he did since you were children, and he no longer play fought with you in a fear that he would accidentally hurt you in the process.
And you were sick of it. You were sick and tired of people treating you like you were incapable of doing anything on your own, you hated how everyone started to be gentle around you, and to make it even worse, you hated how no one could ever talk to you about anything but your sickness. Every morning you woke up to the constant messages of; “Are you okay?” “How are you feeling?” “How did the doctors appointment go?” and nothing else.
It was a constant reminder that you were nothing but an ill person that had no future ahead of them.
Of course people only wanted to see how you were doing because they were concerned for you, but you could only take it much longer. No one could be capable of enduring this every second of their day, right?
And so, you decided to not focus on the news the doctor gave you, and make the most of the day that was ahead of you. Even if that meant lying to people whom you swore youd always tell the truth to if it had something to do with you. Without a second thought, you took your phone out of the coat of your long brown jacket, and dialed the number of your most favourite person.
“Jiung?”
“Y/n! I was so worried for you I couldn’t help but pace around my house the entire time you were at the appointment, how did it go? are you doing okay? I coul—“ You sighed and cut jiung off quickly
“jyu, you already know how much I hate those questions, I’m doing good, actually, maybe even better. Do you want to come to the cafe infront of my apartment for a bit and have some brunch? we can go to my apartment later on and watch a movie as well” You smiled to yourself, shaking your head as you continued to walk in the autumn breeze.
“I’ll be there in 5, don’t tire yourself out too much okay?” Jiung called into the phone, the sound of his car keys in the background.
“I wont jyu” And the phone call ended.
You stopped walking for a brief moment, realising how tears had started to collect at the side of your eyes. Tears swelled up and blurred your vision slightly, and so you looked up to the sky, blinking away the proof of your sadness that swallowed you everyday. You let out a puff of air, watching as a cloud of fog like air danced around you due to the coldness that surrounded the city despite the morning sun being out.
You continued on your way, burying your face as far as it could go in your wool scarf.
As you finally arrived to the cafe that was located right around the corner to your apartment block and looked inside, you finally saw him. Jiung was sitting down in a table located in the corner, the very table that you both had claimed together as a special meeting place, it even had the initials of you two scribbled at the very bottom of the table, a true relic of the cafe, with a phone in his hand and two coffee cups placed next to each other waiting to be drunken out of.
“Someone came early today” You laughed, pulling out a chair to sit next to jiung.
“Oh my god i’ve missed you so much Y/n, really, I cant even do normal tasks without thinking about you” Jiung sighed, stuffing his face in his hands as he tried to slow down his heartbeat.
You placed a hand on his shoulder and placed your other hand on one of his hands that his face was stuffed in, telling him to look at you as concern covered all your features.
“Jyu, You dont need to be concerned anymore I swear, I have amazing news”
Guilt started collecting at the pit of your stomach, a sense of uncertainty making you feel nauseous. Was this the right decision, or would you end up regretting not telling him the truth? only time would tell. And right about now, the first option seemed more appropriate.
Jiung immediately pulled his face from his hands, looking up at you with a new profound glimmer in his eyes that you found cuter than anything else in this world.
“Well, the results of this test showed that, I’m not doing as bad as before. I’m getting much better actually jyu.”
And right at that moment, you were glad you told him you were getting better. Within just a few seconds, Jiung was crying as he came to your side of the table to give you the biggest hug he could possibly give. You dug your face in the crook of his neck, hugging him back and taking in the scent of his cologne you loved so very much. As you both sat there intertwined in the hug, you sunk deeper and deeper into his touch, feeling more comfort than you had ever felt for as long as you could remember. Although you wanted to deny it, you had noticed the feelings you had started to develop for jiung were way more than just the platonic love and adoration you had for him previously.
He did way more for you than anyone else had ever done. He knew every small detail about you, from the things that made you the happiest to the things that made you want to hide under your covers. And with each little thing he found out about you, he never once treated you differently than before. Jiung was just as open as you. He talked about his struggles, he talked about what made him happy and what made him sad, but one thing he never failed to mention was how you were his favourite person.
He would bring it up every second of his day if he could, and, he nearly always did.
When the hug started to loosen up, you noticed how your coat had felt dampened from the tears that jiung just couldn’t seem to stop, and it just made you want to start crying yourself. You felt bad for lying to him, you really did, but this would be for the best for the time being, as unfortunate as it was, this was what would make him feel better.
and you’d do anything as long as it meant he was happy.
“Jyu? Oh my god how have you still not stopped crying? Come on, lets go back to my place, we can watch a movie together yeah? I’ve missed doing that a lot.”
Jiung smiled and nodded, holding your hand as he stood up with you. Both of you grabbed the warm coffee cups and started making your way together, huddled as close as possible to keep the warmth between you two.
. . .
You finally arrived home, the warm embrace of your apartment welcoming in both of you with a glimmer of the warm sun. You shook of your coat gently and hung it up in the doorway, jiung following along. His black puffer jacket hung right atop of yours, the brown and black suiting each other as if they belonged together all along. Everytime you saw his belongings around your apartment, you’d get the sudden urge to ask him to move in with you. There was nothing more comforting than seeing him so close to you and around your place treating it as if it was his home as well. It just made you feel so much closer; which you didn’t even think was possible.
“What movie we watching?” Jiung asked, walking into your room to get the white throw you had placed on the side of your bed. The very same throw jiung had gifted for you at the beginning of the year when you first moved in to this home, and the very same throw you cried into when you were at your lowest.
“Hmm, how about—“
“Let me guess, titanic?” Jiung laughed, sitting down quicky on the creme coloured couch that was placed neatly ahead of the tv, getting comfortable as he snuggled up to your throw.
“You know me so well, jyu” You walked next to him, lifting up the throw so you could rest your body on his.
“Of course i do, youre my favourite person y/n. I’m so glad you’re better, I’ll no longer bring up your health from now on, I promise” Jiung said, resting his head atop of yours as he clicked on the tv to play your all time favourite movie.
As the movie started playing, the beautiful shine of the evening sun made its way through the open windows of the building, making you feel in a dream-like state. This is the emotion you had been craving for the longest time. The feeling of safety. The one time you got to think about something other than your health.
Sooner or later, the movie just became back ground noise to you, a sleepiness surrounding all your limbs and mind. As your eyes begun to shut, Jiung noticed and pulled the throw over you slightly higher so it covered your torso, and gave you a small kiss to your head as he rested on you once again. Right as you were about to dose off, you heard a small mumble coming from jiungs lips, his beautiful voice lulling you to sleep.
“I love you, y/n.”
. . .
Before you knew it, it was the next day. And you were still on the same couch, the same yellow throw draped over your figure. Yet, there was one evident difference. Jiung was no longer next to you.
You stood up slowly, picking up yourself as your bones felt weak and sore. Shit. You had forgotten to take your pills last night, and you were feeling even weaker than you usually would, and this was not helpful. You slowly made your way to your counter, to be met with the sight of a small piece of paper placed right on the ledge with a neat handwriting on it.
Of course it was from Jiung.
“Sorry y/n!! I had to leave a bit early for work, Fell asleep on the couch yesterday…oopsies…but, i promise to come back around later today, can we finish the move then? call me if you need anything!
Love — jiung.”
you smiled to yourself, placing the piece of paper in your pocket as you headed towards the pantry to get your pills, might as well take them now, better late then never was the one sentence your doctor would always repeat to you.
When you went to grab the pills from your assigned medical box, you were met with the sight of nothing, pills all finished.
You had ran out.
And your bones were too weak to drive.
As you felt an approaching migraine, you considered calling jiung to ask him if he can get the pills for you, but he was at work, right? its better not to disrupt him. What about your mother? shit. she was out of state. Any other friends? They don’t care enough, do they?
At last, you came to the conclusion that you would have to buy them yourself, even if it meant putting yourself at risk. And even though you were scared this would result badly, The chemist you always bought your pills from was only a few kms away, it wouldnt be much of a problem. And so, you grabbed your car keys with a spinning head and shakey hands, and made your way out of the apartment, praying youd be able to come back safely and step foot back into your apartment with no damage to yourself.
You walked down the stairs as your world continued to spin, holding on to the metal railing beside as tightly as you could, trying to keep your balance and step on the stairs one by one without missing any and causing yourself to go flying down them. Once you made it all the way to the bottom, you took a deep breath in and exhaled with a slight cough, your lungs feeling tighter than they previously were walking down the stairs. When you finally got to your car, you sat down and shut your eyes tightly, nausea building up at the pit of your stomach. You felt like you could throw up any second, but it was only set to get worse if you didn’t go and buy your pills, hence making you lift your head up from the seat and place your hands on the steering wheel to start up your car.
You began to drive at a slow and steady pace, trying to take the roads with the less traffic to ensure your safety, as you knew better than to drive on the freeways with a pounding migraine and nauseous stomach. But, there was one inevitable turn at one of the busiest parts of your city that you just couldn’t get past, and so you had to use it. You tried to focus on the cars coming from every direction around you, But the fast speed they passed you with and the way they blurred together only upset your mind, and with no warning, you felt your stomach start to churn way more, and your eyes start to spin even faster. You couldn’t take it anymore, and so, you pressed the pedal to move forward.
Fuck.
That wasn’t a smart idea.
Within an instant, you were thrown to the other side of the road, the car threatening to flip from the impact of being hit. You felt all your limbs tighten together, until suddenly; you felt light. and your vision had fully dissapeared.
. . .
“God why would you lie to me Y/n?! Why the hell would you do that for fucks sake! I always told you I was here to help you, Why wouldn’t you listen?!”
The voice sounded familiar, and it was too familiar for it to be to your liking. Jiung.
You tried to open your eyes, yet you were met with another layer of darkness. No matter how hard you tried to open your eyes and look around, you only saw an endless pit of black. What the fuck?
immediately, you heard another voice, another one that you had recognised from somewhere.
Your doctor?
“Doctor? Please tell me she’s okay— I— I dont know what to do, I’ve been talking to her for ages yet she wont respond or open her eyes— she told me she was getting much better! ” You heard jiungs cries, sorrow filling your brain. He was crying louder and more than you had ever heard him, and it just agonised you that you couldn’t tell him you were okay. You were okay… right?
“much better? oh no, you must of heard wrong, her condition is critical, and shes at her very last stages currently. The chances of her overcoming the illness is decreasing everday and as of now, considering shes in a coma— its nearly impossible for her body to fight back”
Jiung started sobbing louder than ever, pure screams of dread ripping out of his throat.
Coma?….
You couln’t believe your ears. you were in a coma for god knows how long, and there was no way for you to wake up. And jiung would never know that you were conscious.
“Y/n— i had so much to confess and say and just as i thought i was going to have the chance— fuck, i even planned to get you daffodils after work so we could go to dinner together…Was—
Was it worth it y/n?”
you didn’t know the answer.
Was it worth it in the end?.
#p1h jiung#choi jiung#jiung#jiung x reader#jiung fluff#jiung angst#piwon#piwon jiung#p1harmony jiung#jiung ff#jiung fanfic#p1harmony x reader#p1h x reader#p1harmony#choi jiung x reader#p1h fluff#p1h angst#jiung fanfiction#jiung story
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Dear Kat! I have read your excellent CR fandoms and was hoping for the "reader drunk love confession" trope with Ashton, Dorian, Orym, Mollymauk and perhaps my love Dariax? <3 (and any character you want to include)
Drunken Love Confessions
Fandom: Critical Role
Characters: Ashton Greymoore, Dorian Storm, Orym, Mollymauk Tealeaf, Dariax Zaveon
Type of Request: Headcanons
Notes: Technically I’m only doing four characters at a time, but you just had to use my weakness against me (I love Dariax v much). I’m glad to write this for you for all of these babes <3
Ashton
Oh he is just watching you stumble over your words and ramble about being in love with him. Except you think you’re talking to someone else about how amazing Ashton is.
It is a tad embarrassing to know that you feel so strongly about him. Might have to process your words a bit, but for now he’ll gladly ask you to go on with how much you love Ashton. What is it about the genasi that gets your heart pumping?
Absolutely mentions you being drunk off your ass the next morning. Wouldn’t bring up the confession since he doesn’t want to embarrass you when you’re hungover and probably wanting to die from that alone.
Would tell you that he likes you too. Might need time to fully process what exactly happened and make sure you were genuine, cause it was drunk talking and he doesn’t want to be your mistake.
Dorian
He’s nervously laughing as he’s scanning the bar, trying to find someone to help. He needs an adult.
Don’t get him wrong, he is very happy that you love him so much. But you’re so very drunk and don’t know what you’re saying and he’d prefer someone to come help you so if you do remember this, you don’t regret all of this entirely.
The next morning will be him constantly trying to make eye contact and seeing if you’re okay. And also trying to see if you mention remembering confessing to him because he really hopes you do so he can confess while sober.
Also wants to make sure he can talk to you before any possible miscommunications can happen because you were very drunk. If you do forget what you said then Dorian is going to just stew in that confession and be an unhappy genasi because what the fuck is he supposed to do with this information?! He’s awkward!
Mollymauk
Much like Ashton (it’s almost like Taliesin has a type with his characters), he’s teasingly asking you to go on about how much you love this purple tiefling of yours.
Does try switching your alcohol for water several times as he wants you to remember this so you two can actually talk about it the next day. Like hell he’s letting you run and hide from your confession.
Sure, it might just be drunken words that mean nothing, but he still wants to talk to you about it. If it is nothing then he’ll tease you endlessly. But he hopes it means something because he likes you too.
The next morning is him teasing you still but also taking care of you while you’re hungover, just being gentle because he loves you too.
Orym
Orym is very concerned and doesn’t quite know what to think with the drunken confessing. He really thinks you need to drink more water and that you’ll regret all of this tomorrow.
Which he is prepared to tell you it’s okay. That he’s fine being your friend still. Even if the thought hurts his heart, he doesn’t want to lose you due to drunken confessing.
Although with how drunk you are, he might decide to be a tad selfish. He already felt some guilt feeling this way for you when he still loves Wil. But he might let it slip that he loves you too. You’re drunk and there’s a good chance you’ll forget it in the morning.
The next morning is him checking on you and doing his best to get you some healing and water. He might bring up what happened, mostly being vague since he doesn’t want to embarrass you. Should you remember what happened then he’s ready to deal with the consequences of his actions (thankfully it’s good consequences).
Bonus! Dariax
God he’s also very drunk and you two are just being so overly cute with your “I love you” “Well I love you more!”
Dorian wants to put his head through a wall but decided to be the designated sober friend so you two don’t do anything stupid.
The next morning will absolutely be the genasi tuning his lute for hours to antagonize you both with the noise.
Rather you two remember what happened the night before, he doesn’t care (well he kind of does because he wants you two to be happy with each other and not awkward and silent treatment-y).
#critical role x reader#ashton greymoore x reader#mollymauk tealeaf x reader#mollymauk x reader#ashton x reader#orym x reader#dorian x reader#dorian storm x reader#caduceus excluded from the taliesin teasing because he's good boy™#heavyrainonthemoon#dariax zaveon x reader
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Prompt: "I don't know if we're going to come home from this."
Ooooh I know I've been writing a lot of Eris recently but this really does feel like them.
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Lost Gods
Word Count: 2.1k
Content Warnings: graphic depictions of violence and injuries, angst, whump
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"I don't know if we're going to come home from this."
Those were the scariest words he'd heard in his life.
It wasn't as if it was the first time Rick had heard them. It came with his line of work: things looked grim, and usually there was someone just frightened enough to voice what everybody else was thinking.
Sometimes they got lucky. Sometimes they were wrong.
Other times they weren't.
So far, Rick had been one of the lucky ones - if he could even call it luck, when he had to live with the echoes of a hundred other deaths etched permanently into his memory. But he was lucky in the fact that he survived, he made it home.
So it wasn't the words themselves that scared him. He'd heard those same words a dozen times in his life, if not more.
But never from Eris.
They came limping up to him mid-battle, spear missing and their right arm hanging dead at their side. At first he assumed it was dislocated, with their look of pain and the way she gripped it tight with her opposite hand. But then his grip shifted, and Rick saw bone and loose-hanging sinew through his fingers.
"Holy shit, doll-" he started, slinging his gun back over his shoulder and surging ahead. Eris just shook his head, readjusting his grip so the gaping wound - almost completely severed at the shoulder, Rick realized - was hidden again from view.
"It'll start healing up soon," he said, though his voice was tight with pain and something all too much like hopelessness, "Keep fighting. Don't stop for me."
Not that Rick's gun had been making much of a difference anyway. He wasn't even entirely sure what it was they were fighting, only that it was very large and very angry and had incapacitated the rest of the Squad. He hadn't had so much as a moment to check whether they were unconscious or dead. He prayed the former.
Eris let out a low groan, the only warning he got before their knees crumpled under them. Rick darted ahead to catch them, finally noticing the rest of the blood coating their clothing. After so many years, so many injuries Eris just brushed aside, he'd largely learned to tune out the sight of blood on them. But now he took in the sheer volume of it all - too much blood, too many wounds, more than any ordinary person would survive.
Eris' enhanced regeneration had taken care of most of them, but Rick could see that their energy was spent from everything it took to heal them. Some of the wounds were still oozing blood, darkening his clothing even further. And then there was the matter of her arm, still hanging by a few scraps of muscle and yet to start recovering tissue.
"I'm spent, Rick." they muttered, dropping their head against his shoulder with a shuddering sigh, "I've- I've got nothing left. It's too much."
"Okay, just- just rest here for a minute," he said, fighting hard to keep his panic in check. It took a lot to knock Eris down in any meaningful way. Eris' "shrug it off" was most people's "three days in the ICU". To see Eris laid this low, not only injured but struggling to heal...
Well, Rick was surprised he'd lasted this long himself. To say the least.
He steered Eris off to the side, shielded by a pile of rubble left from the fight. He could see the tendons and muscle in their arm beginning to weave back together, form new connections, though it was a slow and clearly arduous process. It left him wondering how many wounds they'd shouldered through already, to have drained so much of their strength.
"I couldn't land a fucking hit." Eris muttered, wheezing like he couldn't quite catch his breath, "It's got some kind of armor. Worse than the bugs. I couldn't do anything."
Rick struggled for words for a long moment. He wasn't sure where to start. Eris would brush off any attempt at comfort or reassurance, he was sure - even if they were still openly leaning on him, letting him take her weight. And everything else... there was just so much.
"Did you see any of the others?" he tried, figuring that was safest. Eris shrugged with their good shoulder. The other was still slowly mending, muscle creeping outwards in a vaguely entrancing spiral.
"Croc's down. Saw him slip into the sewers. Injured. Either bled out down there or just ran away." Eris answered, eyes flicking back and forth as she retraced the battle in her mind, "Bison's dead. Merlyn's dead. Didn't see DuBois. Probably hiding somewhere. Too smart to get caught out in the open with that thing. Nanaue's still up- fuckin' invincible, probably still chewing on its pinky toe or something."
"Figures." Rick agreed, running a mental tally of his own. Not great odds. Especially with Eris down. They were the team's real heavy-hitter, often just as impervious as Nanaue but with a lot more intellect to back it up.
"Rick, I..." Eris mumbled, baring him a deep grimace. He was shocked at the sight of fear in their eyes. It was not an emotion they wore often. "I don't think we're making it out of this one."
"Hey, hey, no- we'll come up with something." he insisted, "We've been through worse."
"You didn't see it. Not like I did." she insisted with a brisk shake of her head, "It's... it's like a god. It's like nothing I've ever seen. I don't even know where it came from. Look at this-"
He twisted around, reaching with his good arm to tug at the hem of his blood-soaked shirt. His abdomen was covered in half-healed punctures - only half-healed, even the oldest of them just barely beginning to clot.
"I'm not healing." Eris finished, "It's stopping me. Blocking me from my power. I'm..."
A heavy boom rocked the world, shaking the ground around them. Eris' words cut off, a yelp escaping her lips instead. Her shoulder, still a ruin of snapped tendons and half-regenerated flesh, appeared to slip free again, and she clutched at it with her good hand. His shirt darkened with fresh blood.
"See?" they muttered, pushing their shirt aside to show that the wounds had pulled open again, "It's got this... this pulse. Draining me. You know how much blood the average human body contains?"
"...Not sure I do, hon."
"Five liters." Eris answered, looking down at their clothing, "About this much. Dunno how much- I don't think-"
He cut himself off with a brisk breath, unable or unwilling to voice his thoughts. Rick realized a moment later that she was trembling. He couldn't tell whether that was exhaustion or pain or fear. More likely, some combination of the three.
The world rocked again, closer than before. Eris let out a low whimper, a shockingly pitiful sound to escape their lips. Any other time, with their spear and healing intact, they'd already be soaring back into the fight. Here, they hardly moved. Rick's hands were sticky with their blood, leaking more freely from their wounds.
"Rick?"
"Yeah, darlin'?"
"I love you."
"Whoa- what the fuck is this?" Not his finest response. But Eris didn't share those words openly. Not at all. He could count the amount of times he'd heard them, all of them half-asleep and behind closed doors. Eris' love was a different thing than most. He'd understood that from the beginning.
So words like these, rather than reassuring him as they did on those late and gentle nights, only sent fear spiking through his veins.
"It's me, saying... I care about you, cowboy. Always have. Even if I'm an ass about showing it." Eris sighed, "And if this is all the time I get before you're gone, or both of us... this is how I want to leave it."
Something thundered from above them before Rick could respond, and the ground shuddered. Rick tightened his grip, shielding Eris with his body. Loose pebbles, chunks of concrete, rained down on his shoulders. He was beginning to think this outcropping of rubble wasn't the safest hiding place. But there was nowhere else to go. He could sense, in some primal way, that their eldritch adversary was creeping its way nearer, step by step, pulse by devastating pulse.
"Say it back." Eris muttered, the words almost lost against his chest.
"Say-"
"I need you to say it back. Please."
There was a knot in his throat. He couldn't breathe. Rick shifted his grip, cupping the back of her head in one hand and pressing a kiss to their forehead.
"I love you, wartime. You know I do."
Eris hummed, weakly hooking their good arm around his shoulders and tugging him down into a proper kiss. They pulled back far too soon, their breathing shallow. It was strange to see them so hollowed and weak. Any other time, it would be healed in moments, and he'd be right back on his feet.
Rick didn't like this. Not at all. He'd always assumed he'd be the first to die. He never imagined he'd have to watch this happen.
Another tremor racked the ground, this one so strong even Rick could feel a few old aches of his own threatening to spring back to life. His newest scars felt like they were unwinding at the seams. He couldn't imagine the pain Eris must have been in, with so many open wounds.
And then the shudders cut off, there and gone like a switch had been flipped.
A beam of plasma cut through the air, bright enough to make him wince. In his arms, Eris took in a sharp gasp, their whole body shuddering like they'd been hit with a cold breeze. New muscle, clean and pink, crept over their near-severed shoulder and sealed over in moments.
Within seconds, the remains of their wounds had healed - at least enough to move - and Eris wriggled out of Rick's grasp. She crept out from the rubble and let out an incredulous laugh at the sight of their savior.
"I have never been more grateful to see that cornhusking son of a bitch..."
Rick followed, vaguely confused until he saw an all-too-infamous blur of blue and red whisking through the air.
"Cornhusking?" he echoed, firing them what was meant to be a teasing look. He was sure it didn't come across quite right- not through the relief that swept over him like a flood.
"He's from Kansas."
"He's from Krypton."
"Heh." Eris said, baring him a familiar sharp grin. All their earlier fear, all their earlier pain, seemed to have vanished in a heartbeat. "You don't know him like I do."
Their dark eyes scanned the battleground, and he could see hope and thrill blooming on their face as they did.
"DuBois. Croc. Nanaue." he listed, pointing at spots on the battlefield. Eris beamed, bouncing on his toes as the fresh thrill of the fight washed over him. "And Supes. Now we've got a fucking chance. Get your gun."
Eris rolled her shoulders, newly healed, then picked her way through the rubble until he found an exposed shaft of rebar. He found a grip on it and hefted it like a warhammer, wearing a contemplative expression.
"Primitive." they decided, "But it'll do."
Rick did his best to bite back a smile as he reached around his back. His fingers closed on a leather sheathe, older and more worn than anything he usually carried, and he held it out in front of him- a foot-long dagger with a corded hilt.
"Want this one instead?"
Eris dropped their makeshift hammer at once, prancing over to him like a child offered an ice-cream cone. They took the blade and unsheathed it, giving it a few experimental jabs and swishes. The metal gleamed in the light.
"You packed me a spare?"
"Tell me you don't have an extra mag in your armor pouch." Rick countered. Eris shrugged and reached into one of the pockets at their side, tossing him the magazine with little more than a thought. Rick grinned.
"You and your damn smug face, I swear." Eris huffed, rolling his eyes as he sheathed the dagger at his belt. Avoiding his gaze, she hopped up onto the nearest pile of wreckage and took a second look at the battlefield. "C'mon, Flag, don't make me wait on you."
Rick laughed under his breath, picking his way through the rubble and readying his gun. Eris shifted their weight, fingers twitching towards the blade at their hip. Anticipation, dark and violent, gleamed in their eyes.
But just before she dove into battle, she grabbed Rick's shoulder and pulled him into a kiss.
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Trust Your Nurse
What do we do when a friend isn’t feeling well? We write fluff, of course!!! Get well soon, @bigblissandlove1! I know this is short, bu your Teddy Bear Romulan Mans is here to save the day!! 💖
Vaebn is a Romulan OC created by @bigblissandlove1 and this story was written/posted with their permission. Go check out their story “Trapped” if you haven’t already done so! That’s where Vaebn came from!
Cross-posted to AO3 here.
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Vaebn (OC) x Reader
[A/N: This is just fluff, so enjoy!]
Warnings: Cuddling, fluff, forehead kisses, this is just a sweet little sick fic.
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Vaebn should’ve realized something was wrong earlier. Less than a day before, his lover had begun coughing, seemingly for no reason, but she dismissed it as just a tickle in her throat. That evening, she’d begun to sneeze, too, but she claimed that something must’ve been blooming that was stirring up her allergies.
He’d been protective of her and slightly more watchful than usual when they’d gone to bed, of course, but by the time they woke up he could tell she was definitely unwell. The Riov could hear how congested she was every time she breathed, and when he scanned her, he found that her temperature was slightly higher than normal.
“I’m fine, babe, really,” she’d protested, but when she started sneezing not a minute later, Vaebn had carried her back to bed - an easy feat considering the difference in their respective heights. There was nothing so urgent that it couldn’t wait until she was well again. She’d only hesitated for a moment before she got back in bed grumbling about common colds.
Was that what this was? A disease called a cold? Did she actually feel cold? But...she was on the verge of having a fever. From Vaebn’s perspective, there were seemingly no low temperatures involved. The way she described this ailment as common disturbed him, too. How was something like this still common on Earth? How often had she had it before he’d been around to care for her?
Shuddering at the thought of his beautiful girl sniffling and alone, struggling through this on her own, Vaebn had quickly taken stock of the necessary supplies and mentally prepared himself in case he needed to take her to a medical facility. He would much rather expose himself as an alien than allow her to suffer needlessly. When he asked, though, she said there was no cure - a revelation that had horrified him and made him even more determined to care for her in the best way possible. She deserved no less than the most thorough attentiveness from him.
Vaebn may not have been a trained physician or nurse, but he knew several basic procedures that were standard for Romulans. He just hoped that those same principles would be applicable to Human physiology.
Precious little thing. He’d stayed by her side all day, bringing her everything she even hinted at wanting or needing. Extra pillows? He brought her three of the softest ones in the whole house. More tissues? Two more boxes were on her bedside table within seconds. Nothing was too good for his girl. Lounging in bed with her wrapped securely in his arms always brought her comfort, so he made that a priority, as well. From his own experience with illnesses, comfort usually accelerated the healing process, and with the Elements as his witness he would make sure she had all the comfort she could ever want and more.
“Wait, but I might get you sick,” she murmured between sniffles as he coaxed her into using his chest as a pillow. The Riov couldn’t stop a quiet little laugh from spilling out of his throat.
“E’lev, we may be compatible in many ways, but I cannot contract this disease of yours. Romulan physiology is immune,” Vaebn soothed, rubbing his large hands up and down her back. Pressing a soft kiss onto her forehead, he held her close until she fell asleep. They would get through this just as they had so many things since his arrival on Earth. She was more than worth the effort. She accepted him so completely day after day without complaint that caring for her while she was ill was the least he could do. Whispering against her scalp, the Romulan couldn’t help but smile at the intimacy of her trust in him. “Jol-ao au, e’lev.”
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Romulan Words:
e’lev = darling
Jol-ao au = I love you
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Hello! I came here to ask what exactly forgiveness is and how do you know when you've forgiven someone? (I am sending this to multiple Christian blogs who I respect and can send anonymous messages to)
Hello!
Thank you for including me in the people you ask :)
Forgiveness is no longer holding an offense against someone. So, say someone has wronged you, and they apologize. You acknowledge their apology, and decide to no longer hold what they did to you over them. Sometimes this happens easily, sometimes it takes time.
Forgiveness, I would also say, does not mean everything goes on as if nothing happened.
My mom, to me, is a great example of this. Her biological Father was an alcoholic, verbally abusive, cheated on my grandma constantly, and murdered his own mother. My grandma took my mom and uncle and fled him when my mom was just 8 years old. He eventually went to prison, and was released when i was in middle school.
I distinctly remember my mom realizing she needed to forgive her father. From that point forward, she was able to reflect on that relationship without feeling bitterness, hatred, and anger.
Now, that didn't mean that she was like, "Ah, I need to be besties with my bio dad now". It did mean, though, that after he was released from prison, she was one of the only people who would check in every now and then to make sure he was alive. She didn't see him all the time or anything (most of the time he was homeless as a result of his alcoholism) but she was able to care for him a bit at the end of his life when he was in various nursing homes because she'd let go of the resentment and bitterness. But yeah. Idk. I think that kind of forgiveness is only possible because of what Christ did for us on the cross.
I also think of Corrie Ten Boom, who forgave a Nazi guard who she remembered from the concentration camp her and her sister were in.
It's best to quote it directly:
It was at a church service in Munich that I saw him, the former S.S. man who had stood guard at the shower room door in the processing center at Ravensbruck. He was the first of our actual jailers that I had seen since that time. And suddenly it was all there—the roomful of mocking men, the heaps of clothing, Betsie’s pain-blanched face. He came up to me as the church was emptying, beaming and bowing. “How grateful I am for your message, Fraulein.” he said. “To think that, as you say, He has washed my sins away!” His hand was thrust out to shake mine. And I, who had preached so often to the people in Bloemendaal the need to forgive, kept my hand at my side. Even as the angry, vengeful thoughts boiled through me, I saw the sin of them. Jesus Christ had died for this man; was I going to ask for more? Lord Jesus, I prayed, forgive me and help me to forgive him. I tried to smile, I struggled to raise my hand. I could not. I felt nothing, not the slightest spark of warmth or charity. And so again I breathed a silent prayer. Jesus, I cannot forgive him. Give Your forgiveness. As I took his hand the most incredible thing happened. From my shoulder along my arm and through my hand, a current seemed to pass from me to him, while into my heart sprang a love for this stranger that almost overwhelmed me. And so I discovered that it is not on our forgiveness any more than on our goodness that the world’s healing hinges, but on His. When He tells us to love our enemies, He gives, along with the command, the love itself.
(I tear up every time I read that part, it just makes me weep. Go read The Hiding Place if you haven't already and just. Weep and love it.)
How do you know you've forgiven someone?
a) did you surrender it to God?
b) when you think of that person, do you think of the wrong they did, or has it faded into the background? Have you let go of bitterness and resentment?
I hope that helps? Feel free to ask me more questions :)
#[insert disclaimer about how I'm not telling everyone to go reestablish contact with estranged parents]#My mom's situation was specific to her#etc#ask
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Itzy - Reading November Edition
Note: Please remember to take this lightly and to enjoy the reading ! next coming : NCT 127, Aespa, NCT Dream, IVE, WayV, Red Velvet, BTS, Gidle and Treasure
Yeji
Love: I didn’t get much info on yeti’s reading altogether. It seems like when it comes to love, she is still single since her breakup and she’s still going through process of loving and healing. I see that she does speak with other people, she does flirt with others but there’s nothing remotely serious with anyone. She isn’t ready for that yet
Career: Her idol situation is good, JYP has good plans for them (and her as solo activities) she was given the opportunity to express herself and to make choices for her own career. She’s quite happy and also using her leadership to help her members
Health:
Physical: X
Emotional: X
Dates: X
Lia
Love: Lia is single as well at the moment, her love story is definitely closed on her side and she doesn’t want to come on it again. She feels like she owns something to her past partner and at the same time she wants to be free from these feelings. She wants to be independent and career focused not caring about her past relationship or the consequences of it
Career: it’s shaky. In one side I see her developing quite well, new ideas pouring our of her mind and it seems like she had been working for some type of solo project but that project made a lot of arguments within herself and within the company. But again, she doesn’t care, she just want to do her own thing
Health:
Physical: Her physical health isn’t very good at the moment, there’s something wrong. She needs to be careful with her reproductive organs, colon and urinary system to avoid any infection. It seems like her body is expressing her condition
Emotional: her environment isn’t the healthiest of them all and it has repercussions on her. She also feels like she is unable to speak her turret without making problems
Dates: 30 days or November and 16 days or December
Ryujin
Love: I got no info in her love life other that she is spending Time with close friends
Career: Her carrer is flying high and she knows that. I only see abundance, none making into her, good opportunities, the company backing her up at everything she does. She’s really in a good period of her idol life and she is taking everything she can, to make herself be better as an idol. Public image really is important to Ryujin
Health:
Physical: I sense a lot of headaches from her, her head feelings heavy, blood pressure troubles as well
Emotional: She defintily should seek help in that area because I got a lot of heavy and negative energy from her. Her mental health isn’t good at all, a lot of suffering, lot of dark thoughts as well. She fights against it, she feels tired, mentally and physically.
Dates: 25 november
Chaeryeong
Love: again, she choose to trust someone with her feelings and this person used her. This might be probably physical but I am not sure. Just know the person used her when she thought they were serious. So again, she is feelings very low in her heart, she starting to convince herself that no matter what she isn’t enough for love
Career: Chae work a lot for this comeback, and she tried to do her best. There was a lot of fights and arguments internally but she was able to make everything right and ignoring things around her. She still lacks confidence In her performances
Health:
Physical: a need to check for hormonal problems and heat and chest troubles as well
Emotional: she is thinking a lot about her childhood
Dates: 6 days/December, 15 days.
Yuna
Love: Yuna had been seeing someone, they have been having some type of relationship, however it doesn’t seem like things went far. At the moment there’s nothing official and she keeps these meetings a secret from people. It’s someone very close to her
Career: A lot of work, she is working quite hard but at the same time she feels a little bit dismotivated. Yuna is trying her best to keep up with the beat and the schedules but she has a hard time to deal with all the responsibilities
Health:
Physical: Not good at all either, she really needs to take care of her physical health that is deteriorating.
Emotional: not good either, I see a lot of insomnias, tiredness, inability to think that she’s enough, that she needs to keep working to be “perfect” and that isn’t a godo thing for her mental health
Dates: X
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Well you know what overhaul would do. HAHA. He'd treat you even more like his little patient. Dress you in a surgical gown and sit you in his exam room so he can do all the tests to get to the bottom of whatever illness you have (even if it pronbaly is just a simple cold.)
Imagine him snapping on his gloves real menacingly as he approaches you, your legs dangling over the edge of the table. He'd constantly be looking down at you with a glare, but he's really worried you know? Secretly. Deep down.
He'd make you open your mouth and point a flashlight around, then he'd check your nose- maybe shoving a q tip up inside to send off for tests. He'd lift up your gown and palpatate your tummy, it's super embarrassing and weird. He pokes and prodes and asks "Does this hurt?"
Oh and he makes you pee for him. You claim you can't go? Fine. He starts pulling out a long tube and lubing it up. If you won't pee for him then he'll have to use a catheter. Bad utis can travel to your kidney and kill you, don't you know? It'd be so horrible, you'd beg for him to just let you go by yourself but it's too late.
Next? Rectal thermometer maybe? Sniffling as you're forced to bend over the table and hold yourself apart for him. Or maybe some breathing tests. Maybe he'll get you on a treadmill with some monitors attached to your body and make you run until you almost collapse. The tests are endless. 😌😌😌
😂😭 noooooo- this man, I swear. EXACTLY. That's exactly what he'd do! He's such a little shit with a god complex 😤💕 aaa this is so in-character, I have so little to add!! and also yeshhh overhaul and catheters are always so- unf-
tw.yandere, medical malpractice mention, everything sickness
Oh poor, poor you. You're miserable. No matter what bug you caught, it's no fun freezing your ass off on the plastic covers of one of his examination tables. You can barely keep yourself up - and he doesn’t care that the lights are too bright, that you’re shivering and trying to curl into yourself. He’ll make sure to bark something at you the moment you try to lie down - this is his domain and he’ll tell you what to do and when. Don’t you even dare to sneeze without his permission.
And you’re so right- you tell him exactly what’s hurting, what feels wrong - but he’ll still make you do a dozen tests that are painfully unrelated to your issues. He just likes to see you suffer a little, likes to see your little tired eyes cling to him like he’s the only thing in the world for you...
I feel like he would barely let you get enough rest, even if he doesn’t require your presence - it’s all about making you a little more uncomfortable, to slow down the healing process. He likes you hazy and dependent and pliant. Why not keep it that way for a little while longer? And torturing you a little is just the proverbial cherry on top.
He’s going to hold any sickness you ever had over your head for an eternity, too. Even months later, if you dare to push back a little, if you dare to show signs of disobedience - get reading for him to play it up as though he saved your life with all his nonsense. One would think he brought you back from the brink of death with how he twists his words around, it’s infuriating.
But imagine if you catch something that makes you... expel any sort of bodily fluid. A fever is almost cute to him, you’re just woozy and disoriented, hell, you’ll even try to cling to him with how out of it you are. Yeah, you’re sweating a lot but that’s nothing - nothing compared to phlegm, pee, vomit or other waste. I feel like doing all these fun little tests would be easy when you’re not an active germ factory. Because once he gets even a speck of snot on him, he’ll break out in the meanest hives you’ve ever seen. I feel like if you keel over after every sip of water to puke it out again, he’d simply lock you into your room. Lets someone else bring you food, water and medicine. As long as you’re breathing, you’ll be fine. If he comes to see you, he’s gonna be red in the face with strained effort and act as though you’re a walking biohazard. Makes snide little comments about the air (as though you have window! You should be glad to have a functioning ventilation system) and keeps his distance. But as soon as your state clears up a little, he’ll make up for all those tests missed... He has to make sure you’re really getting well again, right?
#ask#anon#although i know that this is babyduck... overhaul and piss? that has to be you dsjfdhsjk#tw.medical malpractice#tw.piss#/overhaul#overhaul x reader#as always... pulling from personal experience over here#when i EXPECT pus blood spit whatever it's nothing bad. but when that shit comes at you with 100 miles per hour i'll gawk too#so i think he still would keep his distance when you're sick SICK. because even though he likes to watch you pee#you puking over his dress shirt is too much#fdnhjhjdks do you get what i mean? haha
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