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luveline · 7 months

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Hello Jade! I have a request for hotch if that’s okay, I was thinking something like he’s dating sunshine!reader who goes to a police precinct with the team and the sheriff/deputy insults Hotch in front of her (maybe she’s not part of the BAU so he doesn’t realise she knows Hotch?) and she snaps and punches him/pushes him to the ground and afterwards she’s really quiet and refusing to tell anyone what happened cause she doesn’t want Hotch to hear that people were bad mouthing him. Everyone is confused cause she’s usually so bubbly and it’s disconcerting to see her so stern but she has to protect her man damnit 😤

(Ps I’m the anon who got confused about rules n you’re right I was looking under guidelines not requests 🤦🏼‍♀️ sorry!)

hi babe, thank you for your request! (and no worries at all, no sorry necessary!!)

—hotch is dumbfounded when you slap a deputy sheriff, but you have your heartfelt reasons. fem, 2k

You're not specifically BAU, but when Hotch calls, you answer. You don't look BAU either in your skirt with your blue laptop carry case; twice you're asked what you're doing in the precinct and if you need assistance, but eventually you get to the centre of the action upstairs, meandering through the detective's desks toward a conference room with a sticky-taped sign that says to knock before entering.

"Hey, Spencer," you say, shouldering open the door. "They leave you behind?"

Spencer turns away from his white board. "I'm more useful here right now. Did you bring the ethernet cable for Garcia?"

You put your laptop case on the table and pull out her desired cable. "Where is she?" It's hard-pressed for Penelope to be found anywhere away from her computer during case times. You must get twenty or more rejection emails a month from your fellow tech analysist. Sorry, working a case :'(

"Bathroom. There's a kitchen if you need coffee. You have a badge?"

You flash your visitor's badge at him. "Get you one?"

"Four sugars. Thanks, L/N."

You flash him a smile. The kitchen is back the way you came and to the right. It's nowhere near big enough for the workforce, three tables and one microwave next to a sink full of mugs. You smile at anyone who looks at you and beeline for a coffee pot. No one questions you. They must be used to outsiders invading their space this week.

"Mean fucking guy."

You tilt your head to the side, hand paused in their cup cabinet above the sink. You shouldn't be nosy, but they're not being very quiet, either.

"He has to be mean, I guess. That's a tight ship to run," says a second voice.

"I'd understand it if I thought they were getting somewhere. It's been four days, and between the string bean and his pushpin map and that tech girl who won't shut up? They're doomed. The boss is either too stubborn or too damn stupid to realise."

You close the cabinet and turn around.

"I fucking hate this shit. Ties in their suit jackets coming into our investigation and chasing the wrong leads. We could've had Miller in cuffs two days ago if Hotchner hadn't shut us down, two days ago! And now another kid is dead, and there's not a drop of remorse on him. He doesn't care about doing his job, he–"

"He what?" you ask. Your heart is beating hard before you've so much as parted your lips, your hands trembling. You screw them into tight balls.

"Excuse me?"

Your opposition is a rough hewn man in a deputies badge, a cup of coffee held between two paws. He narrows thick salt and pepper brows at your question, his mouth screwed into a telling snarl.

"You think Agent Hotchner doesn't care about his job? So why is he here? Why did he agree to take the case?"

"Who the fuck are you?"

You shake your head in annoyance and take the FBI badge from your little cross body bag. You toss it on the table, your beaming face looking up at him a juxtaposition to the glare you wear now.

He stands up from his table. The lunch room hushes but the riot of precinct cacophony stays strong just outside of the door, a thrum that battles your roaring heart. You're so angry you can barely speak, and it'll only get worse.

"I'm sorry you have to hear it from me, darling, I am, but your boss out there? Agent Hotchner?" The deputy scoffs. "He's a fool running blind. He turned away from the real issue here. He's a prideful, narcissistic idiot who's let the power of his paycheck get to his head, and as far as I'm concerned? So long as he stops us from arresting Jaden Miller? He's a murderer, too. The blood is on his hands."

You know you're going to slap him from the moment he says 'murderer', but the knee to his crotch straight after is a surprise even to yourself. All you're thinking for one horrible white-hot moment is How can I hurt him? It's shameful, and you slam your knee up a second time anyhow.

—

"You can tell me what happened now or later, but it's going to be much easier on you if you tell me now."

Hotch hates this part. What he wouldn't give to have someone else here to reprimand you. He understands why Gideon left and he wouldn't want him back unwillingly, but Hotch thinks your nightly phone call may go over smoother tonight if it were Gideon standing in his place. Half the time Hotch finds he's uninterested in scolding you. It's why you stay firmly in your department and away from his bias in the BAU. He can't be optimal at his job while you're around.

It's not limited to telling you off, of course. When you're near, he wants to act like it. He wants to take your hand, hold your arm, rub a palm between your shoulders. He wants to pull you into his lap, or pinch the soft lobe of your ear between his fingers to watch you shiver, blow warm air at the back of your neck to hear your laugh. This cold silence is his worst nightmare, but he can't cross the line.

Well, he can't cross the line too much.

In the privacy of a cordoned, borrowed office, Hotch can sit beside you. The blinds are closed, and his intimidation act wasn't getting him anywhere anyways. More flies with honey than vinegar.

"I can't show favouritism here, do you understand? Especially when you're being physically violent against the deputy sheriff." Hotch watches the soft pillow of your bottom lip tremble in a private terror. "I know you wouldn't do this for no reason. I know. Give me a reason to take your side and I will."

"I don't want to talk about it."

"Did he say something inappropriate?"

You don't answer.

"Did he?" Hotch can feel the anger he's been pushing down start to rise. When a woman like you, happy-go-lucky, pretty, and always smiling, turns to violence, it's not hard to picture why. He knows full well the horrible things a man can say to a woman. "Please, trust me to take care of this."

"Hotch, I really don't want to talk about this. You can reprimand me, send me home."

"No. Tell me what he said."

You glare at him. Hotch finds with a heart-skipping hurt that it's the first time he's been on the receiving end of your disdain. "No. I don't want to."

"And I don't want to send you home." He knows how he looks, stony-eyed and furrowed brow. He has to try hard to relax into a more neutral expression. "I won't. Not when I know you'd never hurt someone."

"Well, I did."

"We all do things we don't mean to in anger."

In the quiet, he can hear Emily asking loud questions about what happened, and her almost comedic gasp as someone informs her of the situation. Morgan couldn't find the words to tell Hotch over the phone what happened, just told him to hurry back, and it was doubly difficult to get the story out of Spencer, who'd been the one responsible for standing in your way.

"He called her a bitch," Spencer told him. "I didn't want to hold her back after that."

The sheriff deputy has a good hundred pounds on you, so no matter what he called you, Hotch is glad you were pulled away.

Hearing that you'd been called a bitch set his nerves aflame. When Spencer explained that this was said by a man on his knees after a swift jab to the crotch, Hotch was more confused.

He follows a whim. He's biassed for sure, but he knows you're the most beautiful woman in any room that you walk into. It doesn't shock him that a high-ranking authority figure would take advantage of his position to make a pass at you.

"You have nothing to be ashamed of," he says softly. "Whatever he said to you, I– I'm not supposed to support violence, but I understand if it got too much. Sexual harassment is unjustifiable, and I'll stand with you and your actions completely."

"He didn't harass me, Aaron," you say, looking down at your knees. You're wearing dark stockings, pinching at the fabric distractedly.

"Did he touch you?"

"No, Aaron–" You sigh frustratedly. "I don't want to tell you what he said because it's not true."

"He insulted you?"

"He insulted you." You glance at him and then away. "I couldn't stand it."

If there weren't cameras in the room he'd bundle you into his arms and kiss the slope of your cheek, because how is he supposed to handle this? You're hitting people when they talk bad about him now?

Hotch doesn't need to ask to know it was bad. You're a well-meaning, well-adjusted person. You'd hardly hit somebody for calling Hotch a jerk. Something severe would've been said to have pushed you over the edge, but, to his detriment, Hotch has heard a thousand awful things about himself from a thousand different mouths, and he doesn't worry about what it was.

"Alright. Listen to me carefully." Your shoulders stiffen. "I don't want you hurting people over me. I don't need you to defend me. I don't want you to fight my battles for me, and I certainly don't want you assaulting people on my behalf."

Your lip again begins to tremble. "I'm sorry."

"No. Don't be sorry." He covers your knee in his hand gently, ducking his head to meet your glassy eyes. He's gone about this the wrong way, upsetting you unnecessarily. He rushes to correct it. "I love that you want to defend me, I love that you did, and it isn't lost on me how much it means to have you at my side, but… You could have been seriously injured. Honey, picking on someone your own size is a double-sided coin. What if the deputy hit you back?"

"I'm not afraid of getting hurt."

He leans down more, imploring, desperate to be heard. "I'm afraid of you getting hurt. Me. I'm worried someone's going to hurt you when I'm not around."

"He was saying all this stuff about you and it wasn't true–"

"It's okay," he says, shaking his head slowly from one side to another. "It doesn't matter. I know what people like him think of me, and he's not in an easy position." He drops his voice to a murmur for your ears alone. "I'm not saying you should agree with him, I can't tell you that I like him much."

You laugh weakly, the sound quickly melding to a sniffle. "I'm sorry, Aaron. I shouldn't have hit him. I don't know what came over me."

"We get angry for the people we care about."

He can't kiss you, really, not at work, but he can show you some heavy affection. It's a boundary crossed. Luckily, Hotch knows you won't report him.

"Thank you for defending me. You can stay on the case if you promise not to do it again," he says, squeezing your smaller hand in his, drawing a lopsided heart with his thumb into the back of it.

"I'll promise not to do it again if he promises to keep his stupid mouth closed," you mutter.

"Is it wrong of me to like this version of you?" he says.

You look him straight in the eye, your usual lightness restored, if dimmed just a touch. "I like all your versions, Agent Hotchner."

"Good. Remind the version that's your boyfriend to treat you accordingly tonight. Okay?"

You nod emphatically, both relieved and chastened. "Okay. Thanks, handsome."

You look tired. Tonight, he'll kiss you like he means it, maybe a touch too rough but apparently you're a hard ass now who can handle it, and he'll hold you close even if he can't give you the attention you deserve until the case is done. He'll make sure you know how much he appreciates your protection, rub your back for hours just the way you like it while sleep fails.

"You're welcome," he says. He has more to say but there's no more time to waste. There's still work to be done.

It'll come easier with you at his side, he's sure.

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hellishjoel · 8 months

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slow shift

7k / pairing: linecook!frankie x waitress f!reader

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series summary: Tommy’s Diner is where dreams go to die and burnouts clock-in for work. Waitressing would be boring without the flirtatious distractions of line cook Frankie Morales.

warnings/information: MA 18+ (minors DNI), swearing, talking about w33d, alcohol consumption (not by reader or frankie, but discussions of alcohol), oral (f! receiving), discussions of periods and Plan B, frankie having a fat d!ick, slightly public sex, unprotected p in v (don’t be silly, wrap your willy), you know how I roll

A/N: welcome to the first part in my linecook!frankie series! It's all just going to be chaos!! enjoy dirty dishes, cussing, and decent food made by the hot linecooks. I’ll have a title as soon as I stop putting it off <3 enjoy! let me know what you think! also how LIT is the banner

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“Don’t-- mm -- don’t have a lot of time, Francisco.” You teased for dominance, using his full name made him muster up a dirty chuckle. You were ready to turn around and have him fuck you into the wall, but his hand snagged your wrist, and he stopped you. Confusion screwed into your face. Then his mouth muttered the most filthy thing you had heard yet from him. “Wanna see that pretty face when I fuck you.” He muttered, your body slumping into his. Fuck it, you were Frankie Morales’ tonight.

Welcome to hell.

A makeshift building somehow still holding up four walls that housed a small restaurant inside.

This wasn’t some secret treasure that belonged on an episode of Diners, Drive-Ins, & Dives or a hidden hole-in-the-wall five-star Michelin Restaurant. This was Tommy’s Diner.

The locals had different names for the run-down dump you called your place of employment: the Hometown Heartburn Hut (true), American Pie ( ha-ha funny), the Rusty Spoon (some guy OD’s behind the place one time, and no one ever forgets), or Tumbleweed, your pothead coworkers liked to call it. It was a tumbleweed because the restaurant was barren, emphasis on the weed to accommodate the faded line cooks that lurked in the back of the restaurant.

Don’t let today’s slow shift fool you; there were times when Tumbleweed was cram-packed. Friday night football games were busy with tailgaters, bustling with teens after a championship game. Other times, it was when a Greyhound bus or a similar cross-country vehicle drove through and took a stop for the passengers.

The most popular time of year was in the summer. Tommy’s Diner hosted Saturday night Cruise Nights. The town would flood with classic cars and hot rods, and the diner would transform into a drive-in. Their engines revved through different cities from far and wide to be at Tommy’s. That’s when the place felt the most alive, bustling with people and their laughter, little kids running with their milkshakes and flipping quarters into the rigged claw machine.

But it wasn’t a Saturday in August. It was a Monday. You were stuck with the misfit motley crew that did everything from dishwashing, cooking, bussing, running the register, being half-ass managers, and, of course, the token pretty waitress. You.

You will admit that each character working at Tumbleweed had a unique story etched into their grubby hands or baggy-eyed faces. They’ve weathered years of late-night shifts and condiment, grease-stained aprons.

Tonight there was Lou, the jaded by heartbreak teenage busboy. He walked with a shuffle, always sniffling about an ex-girlfriend. He worked slow and god damn, did that piss you off.

Then there was Tina, the aspiring singer stuck in a small-town type. She was newer, still learning how things worked since she had never waited tables a day in her life. She had that fresh twinkle of stardom in her eye despite being in her late 30’s. You were training her and trying not to let her drive you up the wall whenever she started singing different songs on the jukebox. Note to self: Put a sticky note saying it’s busted every time you work together.

Paul was the do-it-all guy. Toilet clogged? Get Paul. Dishes piling up? Ask Paul to do it. The cashier on a bathroom break? Paul can run the till. He was useful, just complained and grumbled a lot.

Tommy of Tommy’s Diner hasn’t worked a day in years. He’s older, so it’s understandable. Last thing you heard was he was down in Florida, living out retirement in a cheap home with a gambling addiction. Sounded like he was doing well for himself. But now his idiot son Rudy ran the place. Tommy’s picture was still on dusty display, toothy smile and all at the front door that people huddled in and out of—speaking of.

Your head lifted to attention as the bell above the door chimed, sighing in annoyance as you leaned back onto the counter. It was just Frankie.

“It’s fifteen after. You were supposed to be here on time today because we have to set up for Carla’s thing.”

Frankie breezed past you, aviators and stupid ballcap on, his smile lifted in a sneer. He was smacking on pink bubble gum as he neared your part of the counter and purposely shuffled past you with his hips against yours in an attempt to get into the kitchen. You couldn’t help but lean into him with a little smirk.

“Tommy said it was fine I was late.” He joked once he ducked into the back, your arms crossed as you followed him aimlessly.

You sigh and lean back against the locker next to his, watching him shuffle off his jacket.

“You disappoint me, Frankie.” Your face held a teasing pout.

“Never meet your heroes, baby.” That stupid fucking cocky smirk painted his face.

You opted to roll your eyes and look away as a defense tactic against Frankie’s flirty moves. Frankie calling you baby made your guts twist.

He was an ass ninety-nine percent of the time, but you two were hired the same summer a few years back and were the only ones who stayed once summer had run its course. You supposed it was bonded trauma after that.

New workers had come and gone, but you and Frankie were still at Tommy’s, still working crappy shifts on crappy hourly pay. Despite Frankie being a douchebag, he made the place bearable. He was comfortable. You knew each other.

“Can you just meet me on the floor like you were supposed to fifteen minutes ago and help with the banner? Carla’s going to be here at five, and you still have to make her special-”

“Jesus fuckin’- yes, I’ll be out in a few.” Frankie playfully groaned, shoving the brim of his hat into his mouth to hold it, his hands busy as he tied a tattered red bandana around his forehead before he replaced the cap back on. Okay… hot.

He took a deep breath once he finished, and leaned against the locker beside you, arms crossed, mimicking you as your shoulder brushed his bicep. You looked up at him, so many inches taller than you, as he looked down. Maybe too far down. He started at your eyes, but those eyes of his tended to wander right down to the cut of your shirt.

“Ugh- Frankie!” You rolled your eyes and pushed him away, readjusting your top as he playfully threw his hands up on the defense.

“You look fuckin’ gorgeous today, by the way!” He shouted as you exited the locker room, smiling and shaking your head with your back to him and throwing up your middle finger before the door swung closed with your exit.

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You stood on the top of a dining table in your sneakers, attempting to hang a shitty banner you had painted for Carla’s birthday. You glanced down at the table and made a little face about the scuff you put in it. Oops. You can try and scrub it later.

There was no other person you or Frankie would do this stuff for. But it was Carla’s birthday and she was a diamond in the rough at this dump.

Carla's position at Tumbleweed is a mixture of human resources, accounting, decent management, and a mother figure to not just you but the entire staff. Besides Carla, we could all care less about everyone else's birthday. You were burning this ‘Happy Birthday!’ banner as soon as the clock struck midnight.

You let out an exhausted huff as you attempted to tack the final hanging string into the wall, but it was just out of reach. That’s when you heard the smacking of his stupid pink bubble gum. You didn’t even have to look.

“Are you gonna help me or not, Morales?” Your voice seethed in annoyance, not only to Frankie but also cursing your short legs and your just not long enough arms.

He didn’t say anything. Just crossed the differential space between you and took the tack and string into his meaty fingers.

You glanced down, watching his teeth capture his lower lip in concentration, checking to see if it was straight. Pushing the pin in, he backed up to where you stood on the dining table and crossed his arms in observance.

It was incredibly crooked. But it was the thought that counts, right?

“Good enough for me. You?” You glanced down at Frankie, and he was biting back a smile.

“What?” You pushed, narrowing your eyes.

“Yeah, yeah, it’s good.” Distracted by something else. “D’you paint this?” The warmth of his hand slowly crept onto the back of your calf, your chest tightening as he slowly skated it higher with no interference from you.

You gently nod, avoiding his eye contact as you look at the sign. Now, his hand was on the back of your thigh, and you had to take a breath. A mhm was all you could muster up.

His fingers delicately skimmed the skirt of your uniform, knuckles brushing against your backside. You used to hate these 50’s style waitress uniforms, but now they didn’t seem so damn bad because Frankie’s movements were making you lightheaded. Snap out of it!

“Need help down?” Frankie asked, hand at the ready on your hip.

You shook your head despite using his assistance anyway. You squatted on the table, black lace panties peeking out as you used Frankie’s broad shoulders as leverage. You put one foot down onto the linoleum and then the other, wiping your hands cleanly down your uniform as you both returned to look at the lopsided sign.

You hoped it was enough. You hoped she appreciated it, especially all that she’s done for you over the years. Covering your shifts, leveling out the register when you accidentally gave someone the wrong change, tucking extra tips into your apron when she knew your rent was coming up. Everyone needed a Carla, not everyone was lucky to have one.

“She’s gonna love it,” Frankie seemed to sense your nerves as he lifted his cap to bring some air to his sweaty dark curls before putting it back into place. “I’ll start workin’ on her special. Mushroom Swiss patty melt?” He said before disappearing into the kitchen again, only leaving once you gave him your little nod of assurance. You liked that he remembered.

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“Happy birthday, Carla!” Uncoordinated voices cheered as Carla entered Tumbleweed right on time for her shift.

Her face lit up, and she looked beautiful. She packed a little extra blush and eyeshadow to commemorate the special occasion.

“Oh, shit- oh my- You guys! Thank you!” Carla made special eye contact with you, knowing you were the only one caring enough to orchestrate this shindig.

Carla has this soulful charm about her. Raised in Louisiana, she loved to cook family recipes and bring the leftovers to work for you and Frankie to fight over. You remember she had three kids at home, so she had this curvy mom's body that put a proud sway in her walk. A playful and confident woman at heart, she was all the regular’s favorite to see. And she knew everyone. And she knew everything. She put Tommy’s back in business during the slower seasons. People would come to see her face on Sunday mornings over their coffee and runny eggs.

“Oh, baby, thank you.” She cooed as she cupped your cheek and squeezed, making your face tick. “This the red velvet?” Her voice hummed as she observed the cake in your hands, pushing her finger lightly into the frosting to taste it.

You had pulled one of the cakes from the display case and shitily piped it with chocolate sauce ‘HBD!’.

“Of course, your favorite... Right?” You pursed your lips and snuck a nervous glance at Frankie before you set the cake down on the countertop.

Carla looked beyond touched for something you’d consider a bit lackluster. “It’s my favorite ‘cause you made it. Thank you, baby.”

You glanced around for the cake cutter, watching as Tina pushed a quarter into the jukebox and got the party started. Everyone was doing shitty dance moves, even the one or two customers that had filtered in for a cheap dinner.

You sighed as you looked behind the counter for the cake cutter, grabbing the cake and its stand to haul it to the back.

You thrust your shoulder blades into the swinging door, setting the cake stand on the counter as you started sifting through the different drawers to find the serving knife.

Half a carton filled with cigarettes; Frankie’s. Matches from an old jazzy gentleman’s club; Rudy’s. Hair ties; yours. Where’s the fuckin’ cake cutter?!

The music from the jukebox was more faded in the kitchen. The serving window, professionally called the pass, was just big enough to see faces and hand plates through from the kitchen to the front.

You made a face when you found the cake server inside a large pot-- how, no, why? Jesus Christ. Fucking idiots.

The swinging door to the kitchen wooshed in before slowly creaking closed, seeing Frankie coming to stand beside you in your peripheral.

You carefully plunged the slicer into the soft sponge of the cake, carving a piece for Carla and setting it on a plate. You reached forward across the counter for another small plate, the short skirt of your uniform revealing the curve of your ass to an overly curious Frankie. You could feel his heat burning through his chest.

“Could you be less obvious?” Your voice held teasing notes, putting another piece of cake on a plate and pushing them away to make space for more.

He had tried this a handful of times with you, and he had yet to be successful besides that one time when you both drunkenly made out at the last December holiday party. You were pretty sure he had been hung up on you ever since. You enjoyed watching him try.

Your eyes flitted over to his, observing his body and facial features.

He looked gross, honestly. The two meals he cooked including Carla’s special before she came in for her shift made his face and neck sweaty and his hands greasy, his apron to match. It was white at one time, a long, long time ago. His stupid red bandana was still tied around his forehead, catching the spare sweat droplets, as the kitchen became unbearably hot in the middle of August.

You probably didn’t look much better. Hair all over the place with makeup you put on in the morning probably half smudged off by now. Your hands were checkered in pen ink, a spare papercut from snagging a receipt from the register. But still decent. He was still decent.

His hand was back in dangerous territory, lingering low on your waist. He didn’t care if anyone saw him. You could feel warmth flooding your body, heat from the heart of his hand burning into your hip. He was admiring your body, slow and appreciative as he cupped the curve of your ass. And then he squeezed.

Your shaky hands barely got the fourth slice you cut onto a small serving plate. The cake cutter clattered onto the metal counter as Frankie shifted his body behind yours, his watchful eyes on the pass. No one was watching, stupid and oblivious. You swallowed a lump down your throat, your small hands clenching the rim of the counter. His hips were flushed against yours. Worst of all was that you really fucking liked it.

“This okay?” You’re flattered he asked after the fact.

You leaned back into his touch, quietly humming on the brink of a little moan. You were a little desperate for touch, maybe you’d be on your period soon. “Mhmm..”.

Frankie was a douchebag, but you two have been flirting back and forth with one another for years like an ongoing tennis match. He was older, he had years on you. Not an obscenely amount, but enough to make people raise an eyebrow. You were surprised he had the balls to actually make a move on you like he was right now.

“Like you in black.” Frankie’s voice was cut down to a murmur, low and all-enveloping. You weren’t sure if he was referring to the black in your waitress uniform or your black panties. Probably the latter.

His fingers brushed past your goosebump-covered ass and slipped between your legs to your clothed pussy. You softly gasped, eyes shifting closed as your hips involuntarily leaned into Frankie’s touch. You didn’t look subtle at all. You looked like you wanted to be touched, manhandled, kissed, fucked…

“Open your eyes, baby girl.” He purred, your chest already heaving. “Act normal.” You forced your eyes open, looking back at him with wide, innocent eyes. Needy pupils connected with his blown-out ones. The back of your head brushed his shoulder, setting it there for just a moment before he looked straight ahead.

Frankie nodded back to the pass, your eyes following his eye line to everyone distractedly dancing and sipping coffee mixed with bourbon on the floor.

You bit down on your lower lip, knuckles cast over in a milky white with the iron grip you held on the metal rim of the counter. Frankie’s body heat had disappeared from your back, and now you felt it cast against the back of your legs. You glanced around, seeing him on his knees behind you with his mouth now latched to the back of your thighs. Oh, fuck. His kisses sponged up higher, towards your heat.

Your eyelashes fluttered, Frankie’s act normal echoing through your hollow head. With distracted hands, you resumed cutting the cake. You probably looked slow and stupid, but feeling his patchy beard hair nestle between the sweet skin of your inner thighs had you in a haze.

Frankie’s big hands reached under your skirt, lining the black panties that sat snugly on your hips with his forefingers. He slowly peeled them down, feeling the material roll as he stopped them to rest halfway down on your thighs.

Your shoulders shuddered as your warm pussy met the slight chill of the outside world, panties adorning a little soaked spot.

“Frankie,” Mm? “Someone’s gonna see.” But you weren’t stopping him. You weren’t telling him to fuck off. You weren’t kicking him right in the gut like you probably could. In fact, you were leaning into him.

“Such a pretty pussy... Can’t stop, baby.”

A helpless whimper left your lips, thighs shaking at his affectionate, warm kisses.

Frankie’s hand swatted at the inside of your right ankle and then the other, hinting for you to spread yourself for him. You pursed your lips and shakily sighed, parting your legs as your sneakers lightly squeaked on the checkered floor. Fuck me, Frankie.

You didn’t know how much longer you could be patient. The waiting was tantric, hypnotizing you into seduction.

Spread for him and dripping, Frankie’s mouth finally attached to your slit. Your knee lightly jerked up and smacked a bus tub filled with dirty dishes, a few eyes on you through the pass as you nervously laughed. “S-Sorry!”

Frankie couldn’t help but let out a warm puff of laughter against your cunt, and you swore your insides were twisting at the sensation.

“Easy pretty girl… Don’t need us gettin’ caught. You want me to stop?” Frankie’s voice was husky, warm palms spreading your thighs, your body lightly bending over to lean on the counter. You tried to look busy with something, stupidly polishing a random fork. With the extra exposure, he had full access to your sex.

“Does it look like I want you to stop?” You finally punched out through air-abducted lungs, anxiously chewing on the skin of your lip. “Frankie.” You said in a hushed warning tone, wanting more and not knowing how to ask nicely for it. But that’s what he liked about you. You weren’t nice.

His lips finally attached properly to your pussy, his devilish tongue lining the center of your cunt and flicking off your clit. Your head dropped, ears ringing at the sensation.

You wondered how good he would feel if he could take his time instead of giving you head quick while all your coworkers were distracted. Maybe he could run his thumb over the front of your panties, trace the seam of your pussy, and feel how soaked you were for him and his attentive fingers. You thought Frankie had always been so down bad for you. He probably dreamed about getting this opportunity. He finally got you when you were just as horny for someone with a pulse. But this wasn’t all the time in the world; this was a slow shift at Tommy’s.

You rut your hips back into Frankie’s face, hot pants fanning fog onto the cool metal of the counter.

Frankie put his mouth where you needed him most, his tongue dedicating a poem to you. He flattened his tongue and licked a wide, wet strip up through your core, taking in all your juices. His tongue lapped at your weeping hole, thighs shaking against his head as you stifled a moan into the counter.

He was good, manipulative, a fucking menace.

Frankie’s tongue made precision flicks against your bundle of nerves, a gasp a bit too loud leaving the kitchen as you whimpered broken fragments of his name.

You weakly looked up, seeing Tina pluck another quarter in the jukebox, cranking the volume to some seventies soul music. Fuck being quiet.

Concealed by the groove of Stevie Wonder singing We Can Work It Out, your moans were hidden by the shake of a tambourine and plucks to an electric guitar.

“Goddammit, Frankie, mmm, so fucking good,” a gasp and a moan followed suit, lazily smirking with your eyes closed. “So fucking… hot.” You murmured.

Frankie’s mouth was a welcome wonder, dedicated to making you cum. He was swirling his tongue around your clit, weakly flattening your front over the counter again and pressing your cheek against the cool metal. Don’t be a douche right now, Francisco Morales. Make me fuckin’ cum.

The kitchen door swiftly swung open, and your body flew up to stand straight as Carla waited in the doorway.

“What’s taking you so long to cut my cake, baby? I know that bitch is stale as hell, but that don’t mean I don’t want it.”

Your eyes were wide, lips parted in an attempt to speak, but Frankie’s movements didn’t cease despite Carla’s unexpected intrusion. You bit back a whimper as he lined his tongue just barely into the tight entrance of your walls, his greedy fingers piercing into the flesh of your thighs to keep you spread. Thank god the counter covered your waist down.

“I-I’m sorry, I’ll be out in a sec.”

Carla looked you up and down, curious but ultimately not giving a damn. You could feel Frankie’s dirty smirk against your thighs.

“Alright... Hurry up. I’m tryna get my dessert.”

And with that, the door swished closed, and your back slumped at the relief.

Frankie’s unexpected voice made you jump lightly, his words echoing against you. “Gotta make ya finish fast, princess. Want my dessert, too.”

You whimpered but willed yourself to stand up straight and turn around to face him. He looked like a mess. Lust-filled black eyes and a cocky smirk to match. Your juices glistened on his lips and chin. Frankie would be incredibly hot if he knew how to keep his mouth shut.

“Taste as good as you look, princess.” Frankie stood up, tall and broad body making a white hot spot form in your stomach. Fuck, you couldn’t do this right now. Not right here.

He could tell. He took a few cautious steps away, you watched him carefully like a rattlesnake. He knew when not to push you and when to let you make the decisions. He also knew how to give you orders when you were too pussy fucked to think straight.

“Serve that cake and meet me out back.” He was looking over you, enjoying the few times you looked totally fucked like you did right now. He stepped back into your space and pulled your panties back into place, a sobby whimper leaving your lips as he gently cupped your aching mound with a smirk. “So fuckin’ needy, huh?”

“Fuck off.” You mumbled, fixing the bottom half of your uniform.

You watch as Frankie grabs the beer bottle you all used as a makeshift door prop and his half-carton of cigarettes you had brought out of a drawer in an attempt to find the cake cutter. He disappears out back into the alley. Shit, the cake.

You hurriedly sliced the remainder of the cake, placing a few stray candles into the slices. You lit them once you greeted the group waiting on the floor, singing a shitty rendition of Happy Birthday. Paul lights his cigarette from one of the candles, puffing smoke across the frosting.

The crowd hastily grabbed one of the small plates and a fork. Most of you only tried a bite or two. The cake had been in the display case for far too long.

---

Anxious and impatient, you slip into the back with everyone’s dirty dishes and sneak back into the kitchen. You do nothing more with them than chuck them into the sink for Lou to wash up at some point or another. Your eyes stare at the beer bottle keeping the back kitchen door ajar. You take in a deep breath, leaving a shaky sigh before following Frankie out into the alley.

The air was warm, a welcome breeze passing over you. The alley was everyone’s hideaway, littered with crushed beer and soda cans, two large garbage dumpsters, and a large one for recycling. You could see the highway in the distance. The sun was setting, and the sky was turning purple and blue. You’d watch those cars drive right past your little town, paying no mind, probably off going to somewhere bigger and better. The only people from the highway who stopped to visit Tommy’s were people who didn’t know any better.

A flick of a lighter crackled, dividing your attention. Frankie was smoking his cigarette, his back leaning against the brick wall of the diner. He was trying not to smirk. Seeing you out here was way too much power for him. He took a drag, the end of his cigarette lighting up in a glowing orange haze before he pulled it from his mouth. The smoke he exhaled was taken by the breeze.

“Happy to see me?” His goading tone asked.

“No.” A challenge. A pause.

“So, you want me to go back inside?”

“No.” Another beat. A step closer to him, arms crossed. He’s smart enough to let his cigarette land on the ground.

“So, you want me to stay out here?”

Silence. Staring. Gauging each other’s reactions. Your tight jaw meets his cocky smirk. Too stubborn to ask meeting too stubborn to give without begging. Fuck.

Maybe it’s because you’re both desperate. Maybe because Frankie knows you. Knows you’re too stubborn to ask for him to fulfill your needs. Your inaction meets his unwillingness to waste another moment that he could be inside of you.

Stomping on his cigarette before closing the distance between you two, he envelopes you in a kiss that robs you of your breath. He tastes musky and bitter. The smoke that recently captured his lungs was hot on your lips.

Your heart was beating with excitement, happy to lose control for a moment as Frankie walked you blindly backward into the brick wall. Ouch.

Your tongues danced in a rhythmic motion, seducing you into letting him take the power as the kiss deepened. The flavor was subtle but distinct. The Marlboro’s held an acrid undertone, an unexpected layer of the kiss you sort of liked. If he tasted like spearmint gum, it might have turned you off.

It was like you were his cigarette now, breathing you in and clinging to you in addiction. It was his bad habit, but who were you to judge. You had a closet full of skeletons you weren’t open to anyone seeing. Maybe this was one of his.

His hands were a welcome guest, feeling his warm palms explore a body he had probably fantasized about.

“Don’t-- mm -- don’t have a lot of time, Francisco.” You teased for dominance, using his full name made him muster up a dirty chuckle.

You were ready to turn around and have him fuck you into the wall, but his hand snagged your wrist, and he stopped you. Confusion screwed into your face. Then his mouth muttered the most filthy thing you had heard yet from him. “Wanna see that pretty face when I fuck you.” He muttered, your body slumping into his. Fuck it, you were Frankie Morales’ tonight.

Frankie guided you further from the backdoor, hearing voices enter the kitchen. Probably Paul and Lou to start working on closing chores. He took you behind the dumpsters and hiked up your dress. You decided to be useful and push your panties down. He rounded up the material that was tying you up at your ankles and shoved them into his pocket. You were not letting him keep those.

You pushed his apron aside, fingers fussing over his belt buckle. He watched, amused, unwilling to help. He liked seeing you so desperate for his cock. Unbuttoned. Unzippered. Black boxer trim peaking out now. You made slight eye contact with him before you shoved his pants and boxers down to his thighs. Your heart clenches at how girthy he was. Fuckkk, this was gonna feel good.

He didn’t take his apron off, merely shoved it to the side as it haphazardly swayed on his hip. He closed the distance between you again, a greedy kiss, a kiss to mark you with. You pulled away to spit into your hand, taking him by his base and squeezing.

Frankie’s eyes shuddered closed, his head dropping as you took his manhood in the small of your hand. He was.. more than a handful. He was so meaty, not even able to wrap your fist fully around him.

You purred out a little moan as you worked your hand over him, feeling him grow heavy in your hand as you lubed up his tip, slowly circling your thumb teasingly around the pulsing head.

“Enough.” He muttered. He didn’t like you toying with him.

Frankie hiked up your leg by the underside of your calf, hooking around his hip as you leaned your back against the cold brick wall. It wasn’t comfy, but when you fuck against a run-down diner, you don’t get many options.

Your chest shuddered as you felt his cock heavy against your folds, erect and brushing up against where you needed him most. He was running his hand up and down himself now. You watched as he put down another line of spit from his mouth to his cock before his knuckles shuffled up and down his shaft a few more times.

The sight made you reel your head back and stare up at the sky. As eager as you are, you’re worried about feeling how thick he is. He knows.

“M’gonna go real slow.” He punches out, setting his forehead down against yours, and you shakily nod. Please don’t fucking split me in two, Frankie Morales. You still have a shift to finish, after all. You’re thankful he at least acknowledges his girth. It’s sort of the elephant in the room.

You both look down at your centers, your dripping one and his angry, pink head meeting in unison. It’s sort of fucked up the way that you’re two horrible people. But you knew horrible people always seemed to find each other.

You wet your lips and bite down. Hard. You weren’t a fresh spring virgin, but this wasn’t any other half-decent dick.

You lay your head back against the wall as Frankie guides himself into your welcoming entrance. Your wetness lubes him up well, but he’s still large.

You clench your eyes close and smile. The pain is always pleasure. “Fuck,” you mutter, your head wanting to come back down and watch.

Frankie’s being gentle, an odd word you’d never describe him as. He’s grunting and impatient, but patient for you. He fills you up to the brim and your head is flooded with clouds. You’re in the sky, lightheaded, but so fucking horny.

His hips meeting yours are a gentle greeting, both of your lips brushing as you shared pants of desperation as well as relief. Your stomach was tight, recoiling with the pressure he was providing to the inside of your walls.

“God-

“Jesus-

“-fucking damn.”

“Christ.”

The two of you moaned in unison.

Your nails are piercing into his shirt, bunching around the tops of his shoulders. You move to grip his apron for some sort of control. There is none.

One of his hands is still supporting your leg wrapped around his hip, the other flattened against the brick wall beside your head. You took solace in his arm, resting your forehead against it weakly.

He was cocky for a reason. His length in inches was his amount of reasons.

“Fuck me.” You finally mustered up enough strength to demand. He shakes his head against yours.

“Give it a minute.” He mutters, barely coherent. You’re scrumptiously tight around him, and you know it. You both do.

“We don’t have a minute.” You feverishly bite back, attempting to shift your hips against his. He retaliates by planting his hips against you, fucking the final few inches of his dick into you as you both fell deeper into the wall.

A hot moan rolled off your tongue, hiding your face away in his forearm and shuddering your eyes closed. Frankie’s hand slipped from your leg, cupping the globe of your ass in his warm hand. He squeezed and it made you smile as he reeled his hips slowly back.

He grumbles something.

“What?” You asked with a dopey grin. He pushes back inside you and wipes the smirk clear off your face.

“I said… you’re so fuckin’ impatient.” His voice was tattered with grunts, your tight little pussy making it hard for him to breath.

Now he was creating a rhythm, fucking you into the wall in steady thrusts. You were already feeling your insides tug eagerly in excitement, the hot pool he had created in your guts simmering to a boil.

“Mhmm, mhm, mhm,” you moaned in silent begs, moans you had to read between the lines to understand. Fuck me, fuck me harder, fuck you feel good, I-I can’t think of anything other than fuck! Fuck me, Frankie!

He filled you up to a brim you had yet to discover you had. His tip tickled your cervix with each snap of his hips. He was getting greedy, a little sloppy. You’d judge him on this short-lived fuck later, for now, it was perfectly timed to get back into work without anyone noticing.

Your eyes widened and met his murky brown ones as he moved the hand he had against the wall nudged between your thighs, circling your clit. It was messy at first, but he found what made you tick and adjusted. Now he was running tight circles around you, and you were finding it hard to stay silent.

“Feel so fuckin’ perfect for me.” He murmured, his lips ghosting over yours in a teasing motion. You actually wanted to taste him again, so you leaned into it, your tongue lining his mouth and tasting his old cigarette with a moan.

Now he was filling you up, no hesitancy in his hips as he snapped the full extent of his length into your cunt. Your head flew back against the orange and red brick, a fucked moan leaving your mouth. Neither of you cared. Frankie’s face was nuzzled against your jawline and neck, sloppy kisses tasting old perfume as the circles on your clit intensified your impending orgasm.

“F-Fuck, Frankie, shit, I’m gonna-” You gasped and closed your eyes, clutching your arms weakly around his shoulders and holding him to you. His body enveloped you like a shield protecting you from anything in your surroundings.

Your orgasm crashed over you, coursing through your body like a million volts of electricity as you whimpered and moaned into his neck. Your eyes were clamped closed, your walls clenching and fluttering around his sensitive cock.

His moans were heavenly, guttural and deep, a little shaky even as he puffed them into your neck and shoulder. His hips twitched against the inside of your thighs as he came undone inside of you. It felt like he was cumming for days, filling you up with white rope after white rope of his semen and painting your insides with only remnants of him.

You couldn’t think. You just focused on the distant sound of the highway, creating a bustling amount of white noise for you. You gently held his head to keep him close, your shaky hand winding into his hair as the two of you reconciled over your orgasms.

He was the first one to move. He slipped himself from you and gave you a few lazy kisses. Your stomach fluttered before you shook your head.

Stop it, Frankie.

‘M not doin’ anything.

Teasing smiles. Hands softening their holds on each other’s bodies. Fixing hair. Fixing undergarments.

He would have held onto your panties. He probably hoped you forgot about them. You tugged them from his pocket and attempted to slip into them with ease, but you ended up having to use the brick wall as a support to lean into.

You steadied his apron straight, and he pulled the skirt of your uniform down. Teamwork.

You don’t really talk, just clean yourselves up, nod, and dart back inside before anyone can really notice or give a damn that you were missing in action. You kept having to excuse yourself to the bathroom, feeling Frankie still seeping from you. It made your chest hot, an embarrassed smile on your face.

Fuck it. That’s what Plan B is for. Or you can just wait to see if you get your period in a few days time.

---

You and Frankie danced around one another during the closing shift. Carla went home and took the cake in a to-go container to give to her kids. It was shitty that she had to work on her birthday, but she said that getting to see your gorgeous face was a present of its own.

You tiredly yawned, seeing it was a few minutes past ten. You helped Tina even out the cash register, putting today’s earnings in an envelope, then putting it in the safe for Rudy to take to the bank at the end of the week.

“You sure you don’t mind cleaning up on your own?” Tina asked, giving her a tired smile and a soft shrug.

“Don’t worry about it. I’ll see you Wednesday.” Despite her annoying singing, Tina wasn’t that bad. She gave you a big grin before she hopped off the stool and left out the front door. Lou and Paul had already left at the start of closing. You didn’t know if Frankie snuck out the back early.

You did a double take to the jukebox, watching Frankie flip his baseball hat backward and push a quarter into the machine. Your face softened, seeing him flip between the different records before landing on one.

Something by Fleetwood Mac started playing. You watched him reach up and untack your banner from the wall easily. You nodded softly before grabbing the spray bottle filled with disinfectant and began wiping down the counters, seats, and tables.

He walked up to you once you finished cleaning, handing you your folded-up banner. You twisted your lips in thought, rolling the banner around in your hands.

“Wanna help me burn this in the burn barrel out back?”

Frankie sighed and put his hands on his hips. “Yeah. Fuck it. Got nothin’ better to do.”

---

With Frankie’s lighter, both of you watched with glassy eyes as the Happy Birthday! banner burnt to ashes. His face was lit up in orange and yellow hues. He haphazardly tried to lean into the flames with a cigarette dangling between his lips, a stupid laugh leaving you. He shrugged and put the cigarette behind his ear.

“Fuck it.” He huffed, both of your eyes transfixed on the fading flames.

There was a beat of silence.

Frankie’s eyes met yours. “We should do that again sometime.”

Half of your mouth quirked up into a smirk. “Do what?”

He cocked his head to the side in annoyance. “You know what.”

You shrugged and shoved your hands into your jacket pockets. The hum of the highway in the distance made you flashback to just a few hours ago with Frankie railing you against Tumbleweed. A black and purple-streaked night sky submerged the two of you, making you feel tiny. You sigh and shift on your feet, keeping your eyes on the flames that licked up the ay! in Birthday!

“Maybe.”

He furrowed his eyebrows. “Maybe?”

“Mhm.”

Frankie teetered on your half-ass decision. Even the notion of having an open door left for him to sneak in was enough to make him happy. “Okay. I’ll take a maybe.”

God, you were bluffing so hard. Maybe it wouldn’t be sooo bad to throw him a bone every once in a while.

Your fantasizing was cut short as ashes of the banner spewed up from the depths of the barrel and fluttered up into the air between you and Frankie, both of you taking a preemptive step away.

His lighter clicked again; he had to do it a few times before the end of his cigarette caught a flame. “I’ll see you when I see you.” He murmured. He wouldn’t admit it, but he was trying to walk you to your car, wanting to leave, but not until you started heading home, too.

He swung his body into the driver seat of his beaten-up pickup truck. You decided to follow suit, sliding into your car. You saw Tommy’s fade away from the rearview mirror in the distance. But the thoughts of Frankie between your legs, fucking you into oblivion, and begging to serve your aching center would sit with you until your next shift at Tumbleweed. Sorry. Tommy’s Diner.

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*~Period Drama~* Sunday

A/N: SCREAMS. Ok, sorry. It's been a hard time getting this out and for no reason. I literally had it like 80% done this whole time and the last 20% got lost in the damn mail I guess. But now it's done and out for the masses to enjoy! A thank you to @bun-lapin for allowing me to use their lovely OC for this fic! Word Count: 7.5K (God Damn...) Warnings: Period Talk (Like most of this is just various period facts and it lowkey gets pretty horrifying near the end), She/They Pronouns OC Pairings: AzulxOC (Poly), JamilxOC (Poly), Paternal Crewel &OC, Alluded to Riddle/Floyd Now with a tag-list! @twistedcece, @deltrea, @krenenbaker Start, Part 2 (Octavinelle), Part 3 (Here). Part 4 (Savanaclaw), Part 4.5 (Diasomnia pt.1), Part 5 (Diasomnia pt.2)

"Sorry again for bleeding on your pants."

Yuu stood in their dorm’s entrance hallway, Azul at the door with his ruined slacks in hand and wearing a pair of sweats borrowed from Yuu.

Azul had spent the night after Crewel’s brief lecture. The fur-wearing teacher had given Yuu another pain relief potion before leaving, stating he was going to get something longer-lasting for them by tomorrow. Azul had elected to stay, acting as emotional support and bringing Yuu whatever they needed from elsewhere in the house.

"No issue, my pearl. The twins have ruined more than one outfit for me, a little blood isn't the end of the world." He mutters under his breath, looking at the sweatpants with a pinched expression. But he turns to smile at them, “I’m only sorry that I can’t stay with you longer. But, I’ve already missed one productive day at the lounge, and I fear what will happen if I miss another. Let alone leave Jade and Floyd to their own devices any longer…”

"So what do I owe you for the emotional turmoil then?" Yuu smiles lazily, eyes lidded as they watch Azul place a hand over his chest.

"Why I could never ask for anything in return. You're in such a delicate position, it'd be cruel to give you a payment plan now for all the distress you've caused me this past week…"

So, she was going to be ambushed with a 'payment plan' once her period was over.

Smirking, they tilt their head, a finger poking into their cheek, "So, can I start making those payments before the interest gets too high?"

Azul sighs, pouting and shaking his head with his eyes closed, "Honestly. I try to be benevolent and you throw it back in my face. Such cruelty…" he opens an eye, a smile almost leaning into a smirk, "But payment in kisses is always accepted with you."

"Suave" Yuu leans closer, peppering kisses against Azul’s reddening cheeks before going for the kill on his lips. The two sets molded together, Yuu holding him by his jaw as her tongue slid into his mouth, tasting his moans as his hands shakingly reached toward her hips. Pulling away, they giggle at seeing Azul catch his balance on the wall, "Have fun at the lounge. Call me when you can squeeze in a break."

Still dizzy from the kiss, Azul nodded, free hand fumbling for the doorknob behind him, "W-will do. Please don't overdo it when no one is here. Love you." He barely escaped, losing his composer and stumbling away just as he closed the door behind him. Yuu was always physically affectionate, but she was downright merciless if he ever blushed in front of her.

Yuu sighs, deciding to finally check their phone in bed…maybe they’ll just grab more towels from the hallway closet. Laying on the couch closer to the kitchen would be the smarter idea. They huff, pulling out more towels and piling them in their arms. They really needed to find something to act comfortably enough like a pad or tampon, free bleeding was too messy in the long run.

Once the couch was prepped with towels, they laid down to rest under their cozy throw blanket until Crewel appeared to check on them. They clicked their phone on and almost choked at the number of notifications. At least 300 texts, 47 missed calls, and various social media @'s in an effort to reach them. They had to fight back the tears, emotions swelling at the idea of just how cared for they were in this world. Once their nerves were settled, they went to ground zero.

Their group chat with the 'Firstie Squad' was where most of the texts were. Ace first stated that someone had assaulted them. From there chaos descended. Jack demanded to know if Ace was joking, because if so it wasn't funny in the slightest. Epel chimed in that there was no way anyone overpowered them and got away alive. Ace snapped at both of them what he saw, pointing out how odd they'd been behaving the week prior. Sebek finally chimed in, only typing to ask whether Ace was sure.

Once Ace rementioned the bloody vagina mess the whole chat might as well as caught on fire. Jack seemed to disappear, Epel followed quickly after dropping several swears and threats into the chat about the would-be aggressor. Sebek stuck around the longest, talking with Ace to get information and make a game plan. Ortho sent a single link on helping a loved one who had been assaulted. But, knowing the living droid, he had probably combed every camera at his disposal to try and catch whoever did such a crime.

Nearly an hour later Deuce had finally entered the chat, full caps stating that they were okay and then yelling at Ace. He scolded him for blabbing when Crewel just told them to keep quiet. From there new, familiar chaos took over, a normal back and forth whenever Ace and Deuce started fighting over text.

The other stray texts were from the housewardens, mainly asking why their respective firsties were acting so odd. A few more texts asking if they were okay, noting how angry they've been the past few days. Surprisingly, only two texts were from Jamil. One was a photo of a teary-eyed Grim being held like a baby by Kalim in the background, crumbs on his over-stuffed cheeks and Kalim flashing a peace sign. Mildly blurry in the corner of the photo was the side of Jamil’s face, a half-in-frame peace sign hiding his mouth. The simple message attached, ‘Grim is fed and being held. Love you’

Yuu smiles, sending him a quick message before replying to the other texts, making sure to send Ace several middle finger and a single heart emoji. She groans, seeing a few texts from Vil. But looking closer, she sees most of the missed calls were from Vil, maybe she should call him…

Listening through a few of the voicemails, Yuu notes how calm Vil sounded in the first recording. The blonde only asked how their day was and if they were still on for their movie night. The next few voicemails slowly increased in panic, the last one being a chaotic audio of Epel wailing in the background. Rook trying to either comfort or hold the country boy back while Vil yelled into the phone, “You better be dead when I find you, or so help me you’re going to be for making me worry like this!”

Yuu personally made sure to save that voicemail. It was rare to hear such emotion from Vil Shoenheit without having paid him an insane amount of money and hours of makeup and hair styling. Should Crowley try to withhold their allowance, they had a nice little nest egg to sell.

Soon, Yuu heard the front door swing open, the wood slamming against the wall and no doubt deepening the dent that was already there. Crewel really needed to announce himself at all times when he was annoyed. Yuu doesn’t rise from the couch, instead letting out a high-pitched yip to let him know where in the house they were. Hearing the click of the adult's shoes, Yuu waves over the side of the couch, “Sup, papa dog.”

“Hello, puppy.” Crewel leans over the back of the couch, his gloved hand petting her head and pressing a kiss to her hair, “How are you feeling?”

“Like bloody dirt.”

“Hmm.” Crewel drops a bag onto their stomach, the warmth and smell of it giving away that it was a take-out box of food, “Breakfast from your eels. You’ll need to eat it before you take this pain potion.”

Yuu smiles, pulling the food out and digging in. Mid chew, they raise an eyebrow, “Why’s this potion different? I normally take them without food all the time.” They watch Crewel pull out a flask, but instead of the normal green-colored syrup, it was a bright cyan. The bottle itself had a warning tag on the glass, “What the fuck is that?”

“This, puppy, is a medical-grade pain potion. While I am able to brew anything, it’d be illegal for me to brew something of this strength without proper licensing. So, I tasked Ms.Oster with making a few for you.”

The distrust Yuu had instantly faded, reaching out for the flask with a smile, “Oh, I love Ms.Oster.”

Crewel pulls the bottle from their reach, playfully sneering down at them, “Yeah, I know.”

Ingrid Oster was one of the science professors under Crewel’s direction in the school. She mainly taught practical magic and magical first aid. Even though Yuu had no reason to even know the woman as a first year, they had managed to meet and we’re now teacher/student ‘besties’, something that deeply annoyed Crewel. The number of times the bi-colored man had walked into the staff room only to see the two of them having a luncheon and gossiping about other students. Not to mention Ingrid only upped her teasing, telling Crewel that he wears the ‘dad look’ very well.

Crewel demanded they finish their food before letting them even touch the bottle. The teacher explained how a medical-grade pain potion had a much stronger effect than the standard potion. It lasted for nearly a whole day instead of 4-6 hours, not to mention how it worked. Instead of simply numbing the nerves to give pain relief, a medical-grade pain potion targeted the muscle system, physically relieving tension and letting the fibers relax. As such, they were very rarely used outside of hospitals, but Crewel didn’t feel comfortable having Yuu drink possibly more than two potions a day.

Once Yuu was done eating, Crewel held up a finger, making sure he had their attention, “Don’t drink all of this like a normal potion. This is much stronger than that so I want you to sip. Understand? Sip.”

Yuu sighed, making a grabby hand motion until Crewel handed the flask over, noting how it still felt a bit warm through the glass under their fingers. Uncorking the bottle they make sure to sip the liquid as loudly as possible. Pulling it away and smiling at Crewel’s annoyed look, “Sip.”

“Enough of the sass or I won’t be sending you lunch.” Crewel collected the trash, throwing it away for them in the kitchen before walking back into the lounge, “Ortho hasn’t answered me yet about any of his findings. But, then again I think you actually managed to traumatize the poor boy. Until then, you’re sadly on house arrest, puppy. Invite who you wish, but you shouldn't roam campus how you like.”

“Fine…” Yuu slumped back onto the couch, pouting but feeling better as the potion started to take a mild effect. They do send a smile as Crewel ruffles their hair.

Crewel reminds them once more to not drink the whole bottle, Sip, giving their head another kiss before he left. As much as he’d want to stick around to make sure his favorite pup was taken care of, he was a very busy teacher and he had lesson plans to prepare for tomorrow.

The second Crewel had slammed their front door closed, they uncorked the flask again and drank the whole potion. They’d rather just deal with the full effect of the potion in one sitting instead of having to sip for hours on end or wake up from a surprise nap in pain. Crewel would understand if he came back and Yuu was in some type of medically induced coma.

Lunch rolled around, and along with it came three steady, loud knocks on the front door. Yuu blearily blinked their eyes open, yep, they passed out on the couch. Luckily they didn’t roll onto their phone, checking the time and messages before another three knocks rang out. As before, Yuu lets out a loud —bird-adjacent— call, their universal sign of approval. She giggles lightly, hearing Ace and Deuce return the call when they open the door, the sound of Riddle scolding them for making 'nonsense noises' without permission.

The Heartslabyul crew all walked into the lounge, each in casual clothing and a different level of uneasiness but smiling all the same. Cater was in the back, phone held nervously with both hands as he gave a wary eye at their prone form. Trey was calm as normal, holding a picnic basket in hand. Ace and Deuce were already in front of them, leaning down and annoying her mildly. Mainly Ace, the redhead poking at her stomach asking if she was still bleeding. Deuce hissed at him to stop, ‘What if you poke them so hard they bleed more?’

Riddle stood with an extra type of rigidity in his stance, the only give that he was uncomfortable. Even with his medical knowledge, he always found blood to be a deeply uncomfortable topic. But, he was willing to face his apprehension if it was for his younger classmate's benefit. Walking closer, Riddle clears his throat before speaking, “Apologies, Yuu. We’ve visited without a prior invite or call, but due to recent events I believe we can have a pass on that rule for now…”

Cater nods his head, but still refusing to get closer, “We were totes worried about you, sweetie. Plus the ADeuce duo over here wasn’t making things better by vague ranting in the dorm…”

The two freshmen glare over their shoulder’s at Cater. They had returned to the dorm yelling at each other the day prior, a common occurrence. What peaked the upperclassmen’s worry was the dubious context of their argument and their silence when Riddle demanded to know what had happened.

Yuu smiles, blinky slowly, still half asleep from their nap, “Sorry. In fairness I wasn’t expecting it to happen, so I was really unprepared.” Cater actually had a more familiar reaction, something Yuu wasn’t aware that she missed. The mild fear from boys the second periods were mentioned, skirting around but still ready to help out because they knew they were in danger.

Trey chuckles, looking at Cater’s nervous self from the corner of his eye. Holding up the basket he taps it lightly, “We brought you some croissants, freshly baked this morning. I can even make you a sandwich with fixings of your choice.” He wouldn’t mention the hastily compiled ‘survival guide’ Jade had sent him last night. The main point being that favored food seemed to be the only thing to keep Yuu in a relatively calm state.

“I just woke up, don’t give me choices…” Yuu whined lightly, curling into the couch but still muttered out, “You know I like croissants savory or sweet, surprise me. And thanks for bringing me lunch.”

“No problem, Yuu. I heard from Crewel you were on house arrest. So to ease his workload we’ll be watching you for the day.” He starts to walk away, calling over his shoulder, “I’ll get to making you something to eat.”

“And I’ll help him! Bye, sweetie!” Cater hurried after Trey, seeing an opportunity to run and taking it.

Ace sighed, standing up straight, “Jeeze, you’re such trouble…You can’t even be bothered to sit up while you talk to us?”

“Don’t bully them, Ace! They’re in pain!” Deuce sputters, turning to Yuu with a worried, “Wait are you still in pain, should we have brought you a potion?”

Yuu waves him off lightly, slowly patting him on the face until the worried pout loosens, “Don’t worry. Crewel brought me breakfast and a pain potion. I’m as…chill as a…cold thing…Yeah…”

“You’re still half asleep is what you are…” Ace mutters quietly, rubbing the back of his head before he looks up. He looks back down, a smirk on his face, “But, since I’m such a good friend, I’ll help around since you’re too useless to do it right now.” Waving he starts to walk toward the stairs, “I’ll go clean your room.”

Deuce jumps up, growling under his breath before he follows Ace, “You’re not slick! I know you’re just gonna nap up there! Just because Yuu isn’t using their bed, doesn’t mean you get to laze around in it!” He had run out of the room after the fleeing redhead, only to rush back in. Kneeling down he gathers Yuu into his arms in a quick hug, “Glad you’re ok, Yuu.”

“Aw…Thanks, buddy.”

Deuce releases them, running back to the stairs and his yelling fading the farther he gets.

In the silence, Yuu drifted between half asleep and simply staring into the air. They probably shouldn’t have taken the whole potion, but they’d never admit to Crewel being right. Not after they deliberately disobeyed him. While studying their hand in the open air, they notice Riddle had stayed in the room, looking more and more conflicted, “...You ok?”

“...” Riddle shifted nervously, looking to the side before he walked closer. Crouching down, he whispered, almost in fear of anyone else hearing him, “Are you really bleeding from your…vagina?”

“...” She wasn’t going to laugh, she refused to laugh. Not when Riddle was looking at them so concerned. He didn’t deserve that. She didn’t know if her face stayed straight or betrayed just how hard she was trying to not laugh, but she reached out to pat Riddle on the head, “I am…but it’s fine. Other than cramps, this doesn’t actually hurt me. No need to be all worried…”

That seemed to be enough for Riddle, the 2nd year letting out a sigh of relief before he stood back to his full height, “In that case, would you allow me to interview you?”

“Interview?”

With a wave of his pen, a notebook appeared in his hands, “You are a biological alien to us, though we seem to forget that at times… Such functions don’t happen to the people of Twisted Wonderland, it’d be any researcher's dream to study it.” Coughing into his fist he calms himself, “But, I understand if you are uncomfortable with such a thing. I only thought it’d be good to get the facts documented should something similar happen again.”

Yuu chuckles, seeing how eager Riddle was. One thing Yuu knew about Riddle, was that he loved puzzles. Researching a new topic with little information was a blind puzzle to him and he dived into research like it was a water slide. Sure he was trying to curb his enthusiasm since they were affected by an ‘alien illness’, but he just couldn’t stop how excited he was.

“I don’t mind, Riddle.”

Riddle’s nervous energy instantly passes, smiling at them before he flips the notebook open. Sitting in front of their legs on the couch, he clicked his wand to uncap the pen, “Perfect! Now, what is happening in broad terms?”

“Pussy peeling.”

Riddle sighed so hard that Yuu was worried he’d fall over dead from lack of air, “Yuu...You know I dislike that word, I’m begging you.”

Yuu giggles, a leg moving to lightly push against Riddle’s back before calming down, “I’m sorry…My Vagina is peeling, liquifying the scraps and then forcing it out of my body.”

Riddle looked ill, but I kept writing, “That sounds horrific…”

“Oh, it is.”

“What function does this process serve?”

“Baby room reno.”

“...What?”

Yuu groaned, head falling back against the armrest, trying to figure out an easier way to explain. Snapping their fingers, they point toward Riddle, “My pussy is replacing the wallpaper.”

“In no way…does that help me.”

“Aaaaaokay. Imagine your hormones, like, spend the whole month decorating a nursery. But, turns out there’s no baby. So the hormones throw a fit and decided to redo the nursery for next month. Hence…” Yuu smiles, gesturing to their stomach, “Replacing the wallpaper.”

Riddle wrote down the long-winded analogy, making sure to circle ‘Wallpaper replacement’ with a question mark beside it, “And this is normal in your world?”

“Sadly. Girls get their first period sometimes at like… 8 years old or younger.”

“Why!? That just…What is the purpose of it? I assumed this was a feature from birth, not something you just…wake up to.”

“Oh, it’s a sign that your body can make babies. It’s a hormonal change that comes packaged with puberty.”

Riddle stops writing, “You said some girls get this at 8 years old?”

“Yeah…though it’s more common around like 12 or 13. My friend got her’s when she was like 9 and she said she freaked out so hard. Her mom hadn’t had the, like, talk with her yet. So she just bled everywhere and tried to hide it.” Yuu kept rambling, recounting the stories her old friend group had shared about their first period horror stories, missing Riddle’s own dawning horror.

Yuu normally talked fondly of their old world. Funny stories with friends, and pleasant memories with their grandparents (Yuu never claimed to be an orphan. Had stated that both her parents were alive as far as she knew. She never shared a happy memory about them though). But sometimes the things they said worried them. The violence, the discrimination, the constant fear some people had to live in. The fact the people in charge would rather let their workforces starve than simply give them the rightful money earned (That bit of knowledge had even made Azul uncomfortable for a time). And now he hears that girls were ready to carry and birth children biologically? Girls, children. He’s praying that it wasn’t okay for girls so young to be engaging in such…activities, but the fact their bodies went through such a change at that age horrified him.

And a selfish part whispered that he was glad Yuu had managed to escape such a place.

Riddle manages to shake himself free of his spiraling thoughts, catching the end of Yuu's rambles.

"-And then my friend Tracy got her's in the middle of a ballet recital and she, like, bled all over the stage. Apparently, one girl was staring the whole time and tripped because of it." Yuu laughs, the sound coming out mildly choked, “Lisa…Lisa has like 3 older sisters, okay? They all got their period on the same day, so their house was super tense. Then poor lil Lisa comes out of her room crying holding her bloody bedsheet and everyone starts crying.”

Riddle looks at Yuu in worry from the corner of his eye, writing down more questions to review with Jade, “All of them at once? Would that be considered rare?” Was a period something like an overblot? The symptoms seemed to match…

“Naw, it’s common pussy ping, happens to the best of us.”

“One, stop saying that word. Two, a common what?”

Yuu nodded their head in a sage manner, eyes already drifting around the room again, “Yeah, pussy ping. It’s when you, like, sync up with other vaginas.”

“...” Riddle turns to Yuu, eyes wide in horror, “Sync up? As in…if someone’s period has started…”

“Yep.” Yuu smiles, making vague hand gestures, “If you spend enough time with another vagina, they send wifi signals to each other and sync up the calendars so that their hosts start on the same day.”

“I-Their hosts?” So a period was like an overblot. An extremely dangerous one at that if they were able to induce overblots in others simply by being around them long enough. The very thought of his own overblot resulting in the others…

“Oh yeah. The pussy is a dangerous thing. It’s acidic and can influence other vaginas to rebel.” “Wait, it’s acidic!?”

“Oh, yeah.” Yuu stretched, back popping as they sat up to look at Riddle directly, “I guess some stuff doesn’t carry over then. Yeah, my pussy is mildly acidic.”

Riddle looks down to Yuu’s covered lap, eyes panicked, “Is that healthy?” “Yeah. If your pussy juice can bleach your underwear over time, your pussy bacteria is healthy.”

Acidic was healthy. Riddle cared about Yuu, he truly did. She was like a sibling his younger self would have desperately needed to be a reason to think of how his actions affect those around him and to physically slap him for going too far. But every time he spoke to them about their natural state, he just felt intense concern. Things Yuu would joke about only made him realize that depression wore many faces, and that fact only made his worry expand to others in his dorm. Clearing his throat, Riddle edged just slightly away from Yuu’s lower anatomy, “Do you need to clean it out with soap or-”

Yuu was leaned against the back of the couch in a daze, cheek pressed into the fabric before shooting up and cutting Riddle off, “No. Nothing but clean water can go into the pussy. If you put any kinda cleaner up there it will anger the blood goddess and she will curse you and your pussy with dryness and wheat…yeast infections.”

“I- The blood goddess? You said your world didn’t have magic, who is this blood goddess!?”

“The Moon.”

…

“The…The Moon?”

“The moon controls the blood tides and demands her daughters pay for the sins of old…”

Riddle wrote down the new information, eyes wide, “Ok, let’s change the subject.”

Yuu nods, head lulling back to rest against the couch, “Periods are like…insane. Girls only like talking about them because it makes everyone else terrified.”

“I can see why…But with this affecting possibly 50% of the population, you must have had a class about it? Do you remember anything you could tell me?”

“No.”

“...No?”

“I don’t remember.”

Riddle sighs, looking at Yuu with a stern frown, “Yuu this would be much easier if you would cooperate with me-”

“No, really I don’t remember. We had the ‘puberty talk’ when I was, like, in 5th grade. We don’t review that shit until we get to Sex-Ed and I didn’t have that class yet.”

“...That sounds incredibly negligent and poorly thought out.”

“You could also opt your kid out because you don’t want them learning about sex.”

“What-”

“Those were the kids who normally end up pregnant, funny enough.”

“Childhood pregnancy isn’t funny, Yuu.”

Yuu giggled, nudging at Riddle’s back with her knee, only stopping when the 2nd year forcibly shoved her knee away from him, “It’s kinda funny. At least to laugh at the parent's stupidity, you know?”

“You’re laughing at a child getting pregnant…” Please don’t let that be a common occurrence in Yuu's world, “But, You are sexually active, aren’t you? How is that so if you’ve never had Sex-Ed?”

“The fuck kind of question is that? You’re the ghost of a sickly Victorian child who never lived to take The Dangers of Spices 101, how are you fucking Floyd?”

“It’s mandatory of Twisted Wonderland home school curriculum to teach a basic Sex-Ed course at the middle school level and you don’t need to know the details of my personal life.”

“Oh god, you had Sex-Ed with your mom.”

“Yuu-”

She waves his tone off, not at all bothered by his reddening face, “I learned from my friends. Honestly, I didn’t even know how a tampon worked until we had to make a midnight run at a sleepover one night.”

“Tampons…” Riddle writes it down, ensuring the page had plenty of space, “That’s a new term. What is it?” Jade’s notes hadn’t mentioned a ‘tampon’.

“Cotton you shove up your pussy to soak up the blood. Most of my friends used those but me and another gal named Rue liked pads better.”

Riddle nods, writing down the second word. He had heard of pads from Jade’s shared notes, and also from being manhandled by Sam’s shadows in his search for information. “I'm guessing a pad is also like a tampon, but less…invasive?”

“Yeah.” Yuu yawns, seeming to realize just how full of cotton her head was even when awake, “Though that’s mainly because I heard about what the fuck Toxic Shock was and it scared me enough to not want to use them.”

“I’m sorry, Toxic Shock? You couldn’t lead with that!?”

“Oh, right. This is like common knowledge for me so I don’t really care about it. But, Toxic Shock Syndrome is like…something that could happen if you use tampons. But it’s like super rare, to the point if you got it from a tampon? You left that thing in there for days and you deserve it because that’s just gross.”

Ok, that…that was calming at least. He wrote the new information under the Tampon page. As far as he was concerned Yuu had made a good decision, ‘Tampons’ sounded nothing but dangerous. Though Yuu had stated most of their friends preferred to use them. Maybe there was a proper method to using them that Yuu didn’t care to learn (Which honestly fit them). He reviews his notes briefly, frowning at how most of the information was concerning, “Your reproductive health is surprisingly delicate.”

“Oh, you have no idea. I could have cancer honestly.”

“What!?”

“The female anatomy is a hellscape. I could be dying right now but the cramps basically overshadow everything.” Yuu laughs, picking at her nails absent-mindedly, “There’s plenty of people who’ve, like, died from actual internal damage but they just thought it was their periods- W-whoa, Riddle are you crying?”

“No, I’m panicking!” Riddle scrambled off the couch, lifting the blanket to check Yuu directly. Or he would have if the sight of blood smeared across their inner thighs didn’t make his head swirl. The blanket drops from his hands, turning away and managing to catch himself onto his hands and knees as he dry heaved, “By the Seven, is there supposed to be that much blood!?”

“...” Yuu watches him in mild concern. But seeing how the 2nd year didn’t actually start vomiting they answered, “I think so? I might be flowing heavy since I haven’t had one in a while…”

Riddle wiped at his forehead, taking slow breaths as he stood back up, eyes roaming the floor for his dropped pen and notebook, “Heavy flow? As in the flow can change pressure? Consistency?”

“Yeah, those are words to describe it, I guess.” Yuu shrugs, head turning in the direction of the kitchen. Were Trey and Cater making the jam from scratch? What was taking the two of them so long? Looking back at Riddle, Yuu shrugs again, “To be honest I have… no idea what normal is. Honestly, no one in my world really did.” “How?”

“Dude, people were fucking terrified of periods. Before I got here? They were just now actually, like, testing pads and tampons with shit that wasn't water. Aka, not the right cunt-sistency of periods.”

Riddle gripped at his chest. The lack of common sense was baffling. These were the people in charge of that world, half the population was suffering from this illness and they couldn’t even test their sanitation products correctly, “Oh my Seven…”

“Some places were trying to ban talking about them in school, so fuck what shitty health class we had in the first place. Plus, periods can get weird, you know. Sometimes, you can like…bleed from other places.”

“What.”

“Yeah, like, from your butt or your eyes,” Yuu’s head rolls along the back of the couch, laughing as a memory resurfaces, “My friend, Chel, told us her cousin’s all came out in one piece once.”

Riddle dry heaved, stumbling back and coughing as the mental image started to form, “Trey…” He called out weakly. He was going to pass out, or vomit. Either one was wildly unwelcome at that moment.

“Apparently, it was like wet tissue just slid out of her.”

Another gag, Riddle fully turning away. The horror clear on his face unable to stop his mind.

“Yeah, her cousin sent a picture too. It looked like a bloody piece of chewed-up gum-”

“TREY!” Riddle doubled over, just barely getting his yell out, coughing as he fought against his urge to vomit. Hearing the sounds of footsteps thundering down the hall, he felt relief flood him. He couldn’t handle another minute of this, he was never good with blood. Blood was always the sign of something being deeply wrong, blood outside the body besides the need for a transfusion was never healthy. Now one of his friends was basically hemorrhaging and he had to deal with the fact it was “healthy”.

Cater and Trey rush into the room, Trey dressed in Yuu’s black ‘Shut Up and Eat’ apron with a plate of croissants gripped in his hands, “What!? Who’s dying!?”

Phone pointed in front of him, Cater films a video. If Yuu managed to kill all of them, someone would be able to find the video and know what happened to them, “Is Yuu still bleeding?”

At Riddle’s loud retch, Trey handed the plate of food to Cater. The 3rd year quickly walked over to Riddle, rubbing at his back and trying to guide him out of the lounge, “Okay, let’s get you outside. Some fresh air will help. Cater, keep Yuu company.”

Cater watches mildly stunned, Trey walking past him with his hands firmly on Riddle’s shoulders. With a plate of toasted croissant sandwiches in one hand and his still recording phone in the other Cater looked at Yuu on the couch. Their head was leaned back against the armrest, watching him with what he could only describe as a predator’s stare. Putting his phone in his pocket, Cater grabs one of the sandwiches and slowly approaches Yuu, arm outstretched as he wiggled it, “Pspspspspspspssps.”

“I can not begin to tell you what I will do to you if you don’t stop that shit right now.” The threat was empty and they both knew it. Yuu struggled to not laugh as Cater finally walked over to them normally, gently placing the plate in their waiting hands, “How fucking dare you…? I’m laying here in pain and ruining the nice towels Kalim gifted me and you’re treating me like a cat.”

“A feral cat.” Cater had eased, if only a little bit. He still wasn’t standing at an angle to let Yuu get a quick hit in, but his shoulders had finally relaxed. It helped that he knew Yuu had food now, Trey was just as confused as he was when Jade kept sending texts reflecting the importance of giving Yuu food lest they attack them in a mood swing. And now with said feral cat feeding on the still-warm sandwiches, Cater could feel a bit safer, “You’re totes a cute cat, but still feral. #Hot-Mess, #Hit-By-A-Bus, #Don’t-Bite-Me-Pwease.”

Yuu frowned, though a smile was clearly winning the fight over their expression, “Shut up…” Taking a big bite, the buttery sweet sandwich filled them with a sense of comfort. Trey’s cooking always had an odd effect Yuu found. No matter what he made it would make others feel content and full. They and the ADeuce duo would joke that Trey was using his Unique Magic to make his food replace negative emotions somehow.

Trey hadn’t answered their joke, only smiling at them and offering another pie for their hangout.

Now with a plate of warm food, Yuu was more content, almost melting into the couch and snoozing into the armrest as she hummed. In their hazy mind, Yuu could hear Cater’s chuckle. The redhead sat carefully on the armrest above their head.

“Aw, my poor rag-a-muffin froshie is having such a hard time. It really makes me wanna be a good senpai and look after you.” He sighed dramatically, tapping at his cheek as he playfully pouted, “Is this how Trey feels looking at Ace and Deuce?”

“Only if you feel a deep sense of disappointment and contempt for everything I do.”

Ace and Deuce had just entered the room, Both of them with messy hair and disheveled clothing, clearly having gotten into a scuffle before coming back downstairs. The redhead first-year scowls, clicking his tongue, “Shut up. I’ve never done a single thing wrong in my life.”

Cater snorts, trying to hide just how hard he was fighting back his laughter.

Yuu raised an eyebrow, “Did you get fucking concussed up there? You’ve done nothing right since the day you were born, and you know it.”

“Shut up, you’re lucky you’re injured! Plus, where’s Riddle and Trey?”

Deuce looked around, walking closer to Yuu to once again give them a check, “We heard Rosehearts-Senpai yelling upstairs…”

“And you just now decided to show up?” Yuu tries to shove the whole of a croissant into her mouth, seeming to not realize the issue of it not being able to fit.

Ace scoffs from the doorway, “Like we’re coming down here if he was actually mad.” He watches Yuu with a raised brow. She was just…holding the sandwich now, as though she was trying to figure out how to properly eat it.

Deuce watches in silence too, only to gently grab the sandwich from Yuu, tearing it in half before giving it back, “Yuu did you…eat anything else before we got here?”

“Yeah, papa dog brought me food…” Yuu stared at the new, smaller sandwich in hand. Half shoving it into their mouth they continued, their voice muffled, “Why do you ask?”

“...Did you have one of those gummies Sam legally doesn’t sell you?”

“Are you high!?” Cater perked up, leaning over and tilting Yuu’s head back to look into their eyes. He lets out a laugh, noticing how heavily their pupils were dilated. Well, that would also explain why Yuu seemed so calm. Cater did the same when he had lingering body aches from tending the garden. If a pain potion wasn’t available, a nice ‘chill pill’ was plenty to ease the mind and body, “Let me have one.”

Yuu huffs, nearly choking on their massive bite, “I didn’t take a gummy. I took some medicine Crewel gave me.”

Deuce leaned closer, also checking their pupils before muttering under his breath, “Was it a tranquilizer dart?”

“Naw, it was a pain potion…Like a fancy one, with a tag on it.”

…

Ace looked around the floor near the couch, eyes catching the empty bottle half hidden under the skirt of the seating. Pulling it out, he read the tag and shouted in surprise, “Dude, this like a ‘The pain is so bad I’m dying’ pain potion! Is it really that bad!?”

Deuce grabs the bottle from Ace, reading it over before handing it to Cater, “Yuu! Do you want us to take you to the hospital!? Wait, no, you don’t want to-”

“How is this empty already?”

“Huh!?” Yuu clicks back into the conversation, looking up at Cater’s concerned glance, “What do you mean how? I drunk it.”

“Sweetie, these potions are like…You can take them orally, but they’re strong enough they normally are supposed to be given via drip for a safe, lasting effect…So why is it empty already?”

“...” Yuu started to cackle, the plate of sandwiches being saved from the floor as Deuce dived to catch it as they jostled off her lap, “I fucking chugged morphine!”

“You chugged this!?”

Ace slapped his forehead, “By the Seven, you’re fucking hopeless. This period thing makes you bleed out the brain, too? You’re gonna lose what little brain cells you had to begin with.”

Yuu still chuckled, hand reaching back to bat at Cater’s fingers combing through their hair, “Fuck you, Ace. Even if I got a brain bleed, I’d still have more brain cells than you.”

“Doubtful. You’re so useless right now, you couldn’t fight your way out of a paper bag.”

Yuu’s laughter instantly stopped, smiling falling into a neutral line as their gaze snapped to Ace. The redhead’s eyes widen, fear suddenly gripping his chest at Yuu’s stare, “...Uh…”

Riddle's breathing had calmed, but now he was sitting on the steps of Ramshackle, head in his hands as he felt a headache crowning. Lifting his head he stared at his palms, as though they held the answers to his questions, “This is bad, Trey. I don’t have any other way to describe it, this is bad.”

“Riddle, calm down. We can trust Yuu to handle themselves-”

“Except, we can’t! Yuu doesn’t even have all the facts and what facts they do have may not even be right since it’s all second-hand knowledge from other uninformed minors! Not to mention they haven’t even had a proper class on the subject…By the Seven, would it even be informative? They would have dealt with this for years at that point, They probably just went on the internet and read some uncertified drivel, lord knows they won’t open a book-”

“Riddle. Breathe.” Trey grasps Riddle by one of his shoulders, shaking him lightly and thumping the 2nd year on the chest with his other hand. Something to make Riddle take more than a shallow breath in his rambles, “Like you said, Yuu’s been dealing with this for years. They know what they need and we can help by giving them access to whatever it may be.”

Now that he was taking deep gulps of air, Riddle’s anxious energy had finally died down, his stomach finally resting. He turned to Trey, worry clear in his expression, “But it’s concerning. It’s so simple, yet the difference is so obviously alien I can’t help but want to…fix it. But it’s not my place to fix it, because there’s nothing to fix and this is completely natural for them…”

“...That’s right…Riddle did something other than…the blood upset you?”

“...” He sighs, “Yuu says they have no idea about their overall reproductive health. Since they refuse to see a real medical professional and Idia isn’t going to give Ortho the permission to do intrusive body scans, we have no way of checking. They could have cancer and we’d have no way of knowing until they got sick or they died! They said this ‘period’ isn’t always a standard thing either! They could bleed out of their eyes one day and we won’t know if they were actually about to expire or if they were simply on their ‘period’!”

“...” Trey sighs, rubbing the back of his neck at the new information, “Ok, yeah, that…that is very worrying…But,” Trey turns to Riddle with a smile, trying to find the bright side, “Yuu knows their body. If something was really wrong, you know they’d at least tell Crewel about it. And…” He trails off, letting Riddle’s mind come to the conclusion itself.

“...” Yuu’s relationship with Crewel was, to most other students, blindingly trusting. The prefect would tell the teacher anything and everything if they truly felt concerned about the information. Yuu continued to trust Crewel so much since he responded to such faith with the same intensity and care. “And Crewel would physically drag them to a hospital if he truly felt their life was in danger…” He took one last deep breath, nodding at the ‘fact’.

Trey watches with a smile as Riddle gathers himself up. What was once a too-small teen curled in on himself in anxiety and physical illness stood his good friend Riddle Rosehearts, a calm and collected figure of authority.

“Ok, I feel much better now, thank you, Trey.” Riddle looks to the door, “I should finish interviewing Yuu. There was so much information Jade wasn’t able to collect regarding the physical aspect of this…”

Trey hums, opening the door for them as they walk back inside, “He did say Yuu was very hormonal during their visit. Eels noses are really sensitive so he might have been distracted in his own interview by that and the smell of blood.”

“Possibly-”

The sound of Ace yelling and a loud crash coming from the lounge sends them both sprinting. Riddle reached the archway first, nearly being rammed into the side by Trey sliding to a stop beside him, “What’s happening?” “Is anyone hurt!?” Cater chuckles from the back of the couch, phone poised in his hands to film the fight between Ace and Yuu on the ground, “Poor Ace is gonna be.”

Ace and Yuu were spread out on the ground, Yuu quickly making progress to reach at Ace’s face to slap and tug on his cheeks, “Say uncle!” He kept pushing at Yuu’s hands, face pulled into a scowl as a stray drop of blood eased down from his nose, “You bitch! You punched me!”

“You’re the one saying I couldn’t fight my way out of a paper bag! Are you weaker than a paper bag, Ace!?”

“Senpais!” Ace flips onto his stomach, reaching out to Riddle while his other arm braced against Yuu’s chest to keep them away from his face, “Help me! Cater and Yuu are bullying me and Deuce isn’t being useful!”

Deuce calls out from the other side of the fight, holding his thumb up, “I’m helping, Yuu! The hair, prefect! Pull him by the hair and slam his face into the carpet!”

“Senpai! Help!”

“...” Riddle turned away, holding his hand over his mouth, “Don’t bleed on Yuu’s rug…”

“ME!?”

Yuu cackles, finally managing to tangle their fingers into Ace’s wild hair, “Yeah, Ace! Don’t bleed on my rug!”

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watsittoyah · 1 year

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Mix tape (NATE JACOBS X BLK FEM READER)

In which Nate Jacob makes you mix tapes because his toxic ass can’t tell you how he feels…

(Track 01) In my city I'm a young god. That pussy kill be so vicious. My god white, he in my pocket. He get me redder than the devil 'til I go nauseous… -Often, The Weeknd

Warnings- oral sex (female Receiving)

(Next)

You were a straight A student. You didn’t step out of line, hell you didn’t even sneak out to meet boys. But that’s all about to change…

~~~

“What? Little Jade about to step on the field with the big girls?!” Your best friend and infamous influence, Stacey squeals as you two stretch out on the field.

“Shh! Don’t be so dang loud. I’m only trying it out because Tess said it would be fun.” You tell her. “First of all the word is Damn, and second since when you listen to Tess’ stuck up ass?”

Your eyes widen as you look back to make sure Tess, your step sister, didn’t hear her. “Shh! Why are you so loud?” You both laugh and Stacey lean in so no one else can hear.

“Since you’re all big poppin’ how about you come out tonight? I heard McKay’s fine ass is throwing a Halloween party and his parents aren’t even home. You gotta come with me, I want him to see me in my maid costume but I need my best friend there with me to hype me up. So you coming?”

Here you we go.

On the angelic side, you’d decline the offer. Grab a pizza with your family and pass out candy to a few trick or treaters while you watch some boring show on Netflix. And you’d hear about the Halloween party of the century the next day.

On the hot girl side you’d say fuck it, let’s go. And you’d have a ball, smoke some weed, shit you might actually get a guy to touch you, and not act like a priss miss.

So what’s it gonna be, Jade?

You snap out of your inner monologue and raise a brow. “What time is the party?” Stacey bursts out laughing. “Girl I know you’re not serious. I was just playing with you. I’m sure I can ask Monica to go with me.”

You frown at her and pull your braids up into a ponytail. “I’m not playing. What time is the party?” The smile on your best friends face melts away. “Jade, if you’re serious, then it’s happening tonight around ten. Please tell me you have a costume to wear? And don’t you come to this party wearing your first Sunday clothes.” You roll your eyes. “Girl shut up, I have a cute costume.” Stacey rolls her eyes at you. “Yeah I’ll be the judge of that, I’m coming over to your place an hour before then. And don’t even try to cop out last minute.”

“I am not going to cop out last minute. Damn.”

~~~

There is no way in hell you can go to this party? What were you thinking?

You were pacing your bedroom, on the verge of hyperventilating.

“I can’t do this. I just can’t.” You hear knocking and without even thinking you open your door and Stacey was standing there wearing a form fitted maid costume that cut down low to show her tits. “What’s wrong?” She asks while walking into your bedroom.

“I must be out of my mind, that’s what’s wrong. I can’t go. I don’t have anything to wear, plus what if the police are called? What if they find out I was at that party and that goes on my permanent record? What if they tell me I can’t get into a good college? I’ll be some bum on the street scraping up pennies off of the sidewalk!”

Stacey shakes you by your shoulders. “Jade! Chill! We’re going to a party not some drug run. Now let me see your costume. And before you say anything you’re going to this party.”

You pout and grab the little box you had stashed in the back of your closet. You pass it over to her and she opens the box.

“Where have you been hiding this? And can I borrow it?” You snatch the box back, putting it on your bed.

“It’s been in my closet since last summer. I bought it just in case for times like these but now I don’t think I can pull it off.”

“Go put it on.” Stacey tells you. You open your mouth to argue but she points to your bathroom and you take the box then march your crack to the bathroom.

Once the dress is on your peek out of the bathroom. “Jade, we got ten minutes before the party starts. And I’m all for being fashionably late but my future baby daddy is hosting this thing. Come on now.”

You step out of the bathroom and you’re tugging at the hem of the dress. It was a tight red dress that came mid thigh. It might have been longer if you didn’t have hips and ass on you.

“You look good! Now I know you still have those red thigh highs, because I haven’t took them for my closet yet.” Stacey goes into your closet and you take a deep breathe. Dressing up as a she-devil wasn’t your first pick but the costume was a laugh at the moment and it was on sale last year.

You tug at the dress and Stacey tsks. “Don’t you have a thong? I can see your granny panties.” Your eyes widen. “No, I don’t own a pair.” Stacey circles you and grins.

~~~

You feel uncomfortable not wearing underwear under the dress but Stacey tells you that it’s fine. But you’re nervous. This isn’t something you’d do. When Stacey is about to open the door you grab her arm. “What if I can’t do this?”

“And what if you can? Look, you look fucking amazing. Let loose for a change. If you could be anyone right now who would you be? Don’t tell me just take a deep breathe and be them. Alright?”

You nod and you take a deep breathe and you think about all those girls you’ve seen in those teen movies you’ve watched with Tess. You roll your shoulders back and Stacey opens the door. You’re hit with the smell of weed, bodies, and alcohol. Stacey takes your hand and you two enter together.

“McKay is over by the corner, and I see Cassie trying to get her hands on him. But watch this.” Stacey says in your ear as she guides you two over to them.

Remember me by Wiz Khalifa was playing and you see McKay glancing at Stacey. He then looks your way and your stomach was doing summersaults.

You won’t admit it to Stacey but Christopher McKay was fine as hell to you. But since she was your best friend you took the step back.

He gives Cassie a nod and he leans off of the wall and heads towards the two of you. “Hello ladies.” He greets as he yells a bit over the music. “Hey McKay.” Stacey says in her best sex voice. You turn your face a bit to keep from laughing and you see the punch bowl. “Is there water?” You turn back to ask and see Stacey pulling McKay towards the crowd.

“So much for sticking together.” You mumble as you move towards the kitchen. You see a few freshman dressed as gorillas doing body shots off of two junior girls dressed as bananas. You gently chuckle at that as you grab a small bottle of water, inspecting it.

Once you’ve seen it hasn’t been tampered with you crack it open and take a few gulps. Someone passes you a blunt but you pass and find some cheese puffs. You go to reach for some and your hand brushes against someone.

And that someone happened to be Nate Jacobs.

You knew Nate because he was your friend, at least until he found the gym and became a jock. After that, you both drifted apart and you moved to the upper east side of town.

Nate still had a special place in your heart seeing that the both of you looked out for each other when bad times had hit both of your families. Especially when that shit went down with his br-

“Jade Springfield?” He asks as he squints at you. “Nate Jacobs?” You mimic him and he gives a big smile which makes your heart leap. “How have you been?” He pulls you into a hug and you hold him close. For just that split second it felt like old times again.

“I’ve been good. Damn Jacobs you got tall.” You say to him with a smile. “And you stayed short.” He teases. You punch him playfully in the stomach and he laughs.

“Anyways, how have you been?” You ask him as he keeps his hands wrapped around you. “I’ve been good. Better now that I know you’re here.” The last part of his answer made your spine tingle a bit.

You clear your throat and step back from his touch. “Hey you wanna go outside? It’s kind of-”

“Loud? Yeah let’s go.” He takes your hand and you two head out to the back. As soon as you two step outside the music just stops and you allow yourself to relax. You two were on the back deck, you sit down on the steps and Nate sits down besides you.

“You still don’t like loud places huh?” Nate asks you. “You remember that?” You ask as you empty the water bottle. “Of course, I mean it’s been what almost four and a half years? But yeah, I remember.” He smirks at a thought and he takes a swig of beer. “That better be root beer, Nate.” You tease, bumping your leg against his. He rolls his eyes but smiles when he’s done drinking.

“Of course its root beer, Jade. Because that’s what teens drink of parties like this.” It was your turn to roll your eyes. “Smart ass. So I heard through the grapevine that you’re playing football.”

“I am, and I heard through the same grapevine that you’re cheerleading. When are you gonna come cheer for me?” He says in a flirtatious tone. “Alright that ‘root beer’ getting you talking reckless Jacobs.”

You notice he’s leaning in a bit closer. And you cross your legs. “You remember that one time in the fourth grade when Jason Bateman dared you to kiss me?”

“Oh god, yes and you punched me in the jaw. Your little first hurt.” You two laugh at the memory and you lean your head on his shoulder. “I missed this, Nate-Nate.” He scoffs. “Shit I haven’t heard that nickname in a long time, Jay-Jay.” You smile at your childhood nickname.

“Why did you have to become some jerk who forgot about me?” You ask him as he hands you the rest of his beer. You accept it and down the rest, wincing from the bad taste.

“I could never forget about you, Jade. Actually if I’m being honest when we were kids I had the hugest crush on you.” You lean away from him and turn so you’re facing him. “You’re lying.”

He raises his hands and laughs. “I’m not lying. I took that dare from Jason because I didn’t want anyone else kissing you. As far as I knew you were going to be my girlfriend in the fourth grade.”

The way Nate was eyeing your legs made your inner thighs throb. “I heard…you’re dating Maddie Perez.” You say instantly regretting that.

He sighs and you notice his jaw clenching. “She dumped me last week, so…yeah.” Way to go Jade, you tell yourself.

“Sorry, I didn’t know.” He nods. “No one knows that she dumped me. I just told everyone that we’re taking a break.”

“Why would you tell me then?” Nate shrugs and scoots in close to you. “Because I can trust you, not to tell anyone. And because out of everyone in this fucked up town, I actually like you. And I’m sorry I just stopped being friends with you. I was going through a lot and your parents were going through that divorce. Which isn’t an excuse, but-”

You lean in and hug him. “I know when you ramble you like that, underneath it means you need a hug. You know my number hasn’t changed. If you need someone to talk to I’m here.” He hugs you back and he inhales deep. “How has it been a few years and you still understand me better than anyone?” He asks. You lean back and shrug.

“We just have that connection, Nate-Nate.” You smile at him and he brings his hands to your hips.

The warmth from his hands made your chilly body feel good. And his cologne was making a small puddle between your legs.

Calm down Jade. This is Nate you’re thinking about. The same Nate that you would play with on the playground. The same Nate that you knew before the muscles.

The same muscles that you were sure you wouldn’t mind looking at under his criminal costume.

“A she-devil, hm? Seems like the perfect costume for you, Jade. I especially like these thigh high boots on you.” His hand seems to trail from your knee all the way up to your inner thigh. You bite your bottom lip and look pass his shoulder but he shakes his head.

“No, baby focus. I want those pretty eyes on me.” His hand reaches under your dress and he sucks in a sharp breathe. “You’re not even wearing panties?” You jerk your legs closed and move back.

“I’m sorry! I’ll go.” You were about to get up but Nate stops you. “You don’t need to apologize. I was just surprised is all, I didn’t except a snack ready for me to eat.” Nate eyes between your thighs this time and when he looks back up you find yourself leaning in.

He leans in close as well. Both of your lips meet and you feel yourself move, straddling him. He places his hands on your hips and he presses his erection against your cunt. You let out a moan and he bites your bottom lip. “Do you feel that?” You nod as he presses it harder against you. “I want this inside of you, right now. But only if that’s okay with you, Jay-Jay.” His hand travels up your neck and he brings your mouth close to his. “Use those words, pretty girl.”

“I want you inside of me, Nate.” You mouth as you kiss him again. He grunts as his tongue slides past your lips. He tastes like cheap beer, and some strong mint he probably ate before he got to the party.

He stands up with your legs wrapped around him. And he walks off of the deck. “Mm, where. Are, we going?” You ask moaning against his lips. “Just to my truck.” He answers as he kisses your neck.

When he gets to his truck his presses the key and the door unlocks. He places you inside and climbs in after you. “Get in the back, Jay-Jay.” Nate says to you as he takes off the top half of his costume.

You do as you’re told and he follows after you. He gets on top of you and he looks down at you. “Never thought I would have Jade Springfield in my truck.” He says with a smirk.

“Oh shut up, Nate.” You laugh but Nate wasn’t. Instead he gets down on his knees, spreading your legs apart and placing them on his shoulders.

“Don’t look away, I want your eyes on me.” He says as he leans down and flicks his tongue across your clit. Your legs jerk a bit which makes Nate smirk.

“Does my tongue scare you, Jay-Jay?”

“No.” You lie as he spreads your lips apart. “I think you’re lying. I think my tongue scares you and you like that.” He flicks his tongue across your clit slowly and your breathes hitches.

You move your hips to the rhythm of his tongue and you moan out while your nails scratch at his seat. You watch as his eyes flutter closed and the grabs you and pulls you closer.

“Oh shit, Nate don’t stop.” Your hands find their way to his hair and you grip his hair as you work your hips harder. He sucks your clit and your legs clench.

He continues to flick his tongue against your clit but he slides in two fingers, doing the here motion which causes you to moan out in tongues as he massages that sweet spot.

“N…Nate you’re gonna make me cum.” You whimper. He just keeps eating you out like your his last meal on earth. You feel your eyes rolling to the back of your skull with your back arching. Without warning you squirt in his mouth and on his seats.

You try to close your legs because it’s sensitive but he keeps going. “N-Nate it’s se-sensitive please.” He looks up at you and he twirls his tongue which makes you stutter out gibberish.

“Sure you’re not scared of my tongue, Jade?” He rolls his tongue and you feel your orgasm hit again. “Y, yes I’m scared. I can’t h..handle i- I’m coming.” You moan out as your hips move to your orgasm.

He gives one more good suck to your pussy lips and he leans up, kissing you so you can taste yourself on his tongue. “I could eat your pussy for hours, Jay-Jay. But I’ll do that next time. Right now I know you want this.”

He places your hand on his crotch and your eyes go wide. There no way that is fitting inside of you. Nate sees the fear in your eyes and he leans down kissing your neck. “I know it’s big, but I’ll be gentle. I won’t hurt you. I’d never hurt you.” He sucks the side of your neck and you moan his name out softly.

You feel him move you back against his seat. And you hear his zipper unzip. You can’t see what his dick looks like in the dark but from the feel of it you know it’s bigger than the toys you use.

You hear something rip and in the street light you see it’s a condom wrapper. He moves himself closer to you and you know it’s going to hurt since he is your first but you both freeze when you hear a cop siren in the distance.

Nate moves back and you sit up to see the lights of a few cop cars.

Suddenly everyone runs out of McKay’s house and you two scramble to get decent. “I can take you home.” Nate tells you, but you shake your head.

“I’m not leaving, Stacey behind. Let me out real quick.” He opens the door and you climb out of his truck, looking through the crowd for Stacey.

You feel your phone vibrate and you answer it. “Where are you?” You hear Stacey ask in a panic. “I’m outside, where are you? I’ll find you.” You hear Nate say something but you take off running where you see Stacey’s car.

When you get in she was panicking. “Girl, apparently someone’s ex girlfriend called a noise complaint and got the party shut down…” As Stacey gives you the details you get a text from an unknown number.

Unknown-

Hey, it’s Nate. Maybe we can pick up where we left off. Not just tonight but from back then? 🙂

You feel a small smile on your lips and you go to answer but Stacey says something that makes you reconsider.

“..McKay says he thinks it was Maddie who called, since she heard that Nate was here..”

You feel the guilt in your heart and you give a wow that’s crazy for your comment and lean your head against the window.

Maybe meeting up with Nate tonight was a bad thing.

Boy was it ever…

#watsittoyah #nate jacobs #nate jacobs smut #nate jacobs x reader #Nate Jacobs x black reader #euphoria #Jade Springfield #mix tape x euphoria #euphoria smut #jacob elordi #jacob elordi smut

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eoieopda · 1 year

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(Re-sending bc your inbox exploded) Can you write about Taehyung being the BIGGEST simp for his reader girlfriend while she’s on her period? I’m in the fetal position and this is the only thing that will help at this point. 🙏🏻 Heal me, Jade unnie 🙏🏻

oh sweet bb, i’m sorry you’re in pain! i have endometriosis, so i am very familiar with curling myself into a ball :(

(also i damn near choked to death on my sandwich at HEAL ME JADE UNNIE ☠️😂)

cw: fluff, best boy tae, period mention, there is a text but this is not a SMAU!

There was an entire king-size bed at your disposal.

Despite this, you were sitting cross-legged in the dead center of the mattress with your body slumped in half over your knees. You were exactly as uncomfortable as you looked; but folded over like the world’s angriest crêpe, you could at least pretend that you were fighting back against your uterus.

Going tit for tat with your reproductive system like this might have been petty - you acknowledged this. In fact, it might have also been absurd. But at the end of the day, you never subscribed to this menstruation bullshit in the first place. Consequently, you didn’t give a fuck if you were waging a losing war.

Besides, with your back exposed the way it was, Taehyung had a canvas. He stretched out sideways behind you because your unyielding presence in the middle of the mattress limited his options to two: the well between you and the pillows, or the floor. From that trench, his fingertips sketched invisible doodles against the fabric of your t-shirt. Hangul you couldn’t quite make out, pictures you could only guess at.

As always, his little ministrations calmed you. At any other time of the month, you would be fast asleep by now. Maybe that’s another reason why he nestled in behind you: so you’d have a warm body to lean on if your insides ever gave it a rest.

“What more can I do for you, petal?”

His murmured words snapped you out of your hypnosis.

“I could grab take-out from that new place up the street,” He continued as he sat upright, scooted closer to you.

When you unfolded yourself, his chin dropped gently down to rest on your shoulder. Never one to miss an opportunity, he placed a peck on your cheek before bumping the tip of his nose against the very same spot. He got the reaction he wanted, which was the first smile he’d seen from you all day.

You hummed in consideration. On the one hand, you couldn’t take more ibuprofen without eating; but on the other hand, he’d be gone from you for twenty (20) entire minutes. Your growling stomach answered before you did. Taehyung’s head tilted to rest against yours as he chuckled quietly.

“So, yes to the dumplings, then?” He teased as one of his hands tugged at the back hem of your shirt. At the mention of food, Yeontan stretched out of the ball he’d made of himself near your bent knee. “Do you need anything else?”

You didn’t want to ask, but it wasn’t an errand you we’re currently capable of running yourself. To be fair, you weren’t uncomfortable about asking this of him; it was what it was. You just knew how confusing this pharmacy aisle could be for people with periods; Taehyung might not stand a chance.

He expertly translated your silence, kissed your cheek again, and scooted himself to the edge of the bed. Bright white teeth glimmered at you as he grinned. They sparkled nearly as much as his eyes did when he raised his hand to his forehead in salute and declared, “I’m on it, boss!”

Your mirth was exhaled through your nose. Your concern tilted your head slightly to the side as one side of your mouth hitched up, “You sure you’re up for this mission?”

His boxy smile widened while he blinked back at you. His eyes said nope and help, respectively, but his mouth said: “I will not leave that pharmacy until the objective is completed.”

You dropped your face into your palms with more muted laughter spilling out. “Please don’t die in there,” You mumbled through your fingers, “Tannie and I would never manage without you.”

He hopped back over to deliver two more kisses - one to the top of your hung head, and the other to Yeontan’s - before heading on his way.

There were nine (9) minutes between his departure and his text.

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lavaflowe · 8 months

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JTTW BOOK CLUB

CHPT 7-9

@journeythroughjourneytothewest

Chpt 7

•”All this was probably refined in his stomach by the Samadhi fire to form a single solid mass” I know other deities can use the fire but I’m wracking my brain for when it used before(this point) specifically- My understanding was the furnace refined the immortal elixirs and fruit- I’m going to assume Laozi is just theorizing and doesn’t know what actually happened

•Diamond body….👀

•Erlang gets absolutely DRIPPED out, he earned it FR

•eyes permanently irritated by the smoke churned up the the Xun trigram, someone get this man some eye drops

•he is extra pissed

•HE JUST BODIES LAOZI IM YELLING😂

•”this cosmic being fully fused with nature’s gifts passes with ease through 10,000 toils and tests”

•Big war form out to beat serious ass, he’s not jokin bitch

•” bright and luminous; ….illustrious pearl of mani he is indeed” MMMMM comparing him to a mani- a flaming (wish granting) jewel is hilarious 💀

•Tathagata bringing in the big guns (himself)

•”how tf do you know The Way and not know who I am?? And you’re so….violent” I can sense the side eye

•I wonder if Wukong has previous incarnations?? Buddha says he just reached human form this incarnation but if his rock was there at the beginning of creation, wouldn’t his soul be ‘baking’ (for lack of a better term) the whole time until he hatched?

•” and with a total lack of respect he left a bubbling pool of monkey urine” Iconic moment LMAOOOO

•smart for Wukong to leave a momento- too bad it didn’t matter lol

•ah so he was jumping to visit the pillars again, not run away(supposedly)- he’d rather prove he’s right than escape💀 that checks out

•monkey has been squished, it is now party o’clock

•are you allowed to give the Buddha drugs if it’s an offering? Like wine??🤔 “wtf is this allowed? Wtf”

•”Wukong is wiggling out”

“Dw, take this”

*slaps tag on the mountain like flex tape*

•enough room to breathe and move his hands- I would lose my mind

•Molten copper & iron pellets mimic punishments in hell (just learned this🙏), shedding the Karma like water -I feel like 500 years is pretty good tbh considering everything

Woe molten metal and iron upon ye

Chpt 8 + 9 under cut:

Chpt 8:

•lots of lovely poems in this chapter

•a paragraph recap of the past 7 chapters

•wonder what Feast of the Ullambana Bowl is? (the notes say it’s a mass for the dead and is also know as the Ghost festival, practiced by Taoists and Buddhists)

•”the Chan mind shines bright like a thousand rivers’ moon; true nature’s pure and great as an unclouded sky.”

Lovely poem, and I’m beginning to realize this book is very heavily focused on the Chan school, which I don’t know why I didn’t pick up on sooner? White-Robed Guan Yin is a Chan specific form, usually depicted in their bamboo grove

•Tathagata reveals his 3 baskets of scripture after everyone is done presenting their poems, feels almost like he suggested the celebration to announce these

•Each basket corresponds to scriptures of Heaven, Earth, and the Damned- a total of 15,144 FUCKING SCROLLS

•oooo Guanyin poem!! “ a golden body filled with wisdom, fringes of dangling pearls and jade, …dark hair piled smartly in a coiled-dragon bun. With brows of new moon shape and eyes like two bright stars, her jadelike face beams natural joy. …Her orchid heart delights in green bamboos; her chaste nature loves the wisteria. The living Guanyin from the Cave of Tidal Sound.”

•5 Talismans: Embroidered Cassock that will protect him from falling back into the Wheel of Transmigration, a 9 ring priestly staff that will protect him from poison or harm, 3 tightening fillets- the Golden, the Constructive, and the Prohibitive Spell.

•Guanyin thinks this will take about 2 to 3 years💀 hooooo boy….

•FLOWING SAND RIVER!!! MY 2ND FAV BOY!!!

•Green and Black complexion, Gleaming eyes like the lights beneath a stove, forked mouth with teeth like knives and swords, and disheveled red hair

•like that Wujing is using a priest staff he def took from one of the monks he ate lol

•Wujing fighting Moksa for his life only to drop everything to apologize and talk to Guanyin LMAO

•MOKSA PICKS HIM UP BY THE COLLAR AKFKAKDJDJ

•ah, so Wujing didn’t reincarnate, he was changed, STABBED OVER 100 TIMES EVERY 7 DAYS AND FORCED TO COMMIT CANNABILSM SO HE DOESNT STARVE AS PUNISHMENT- THATS JUST LOVELY😭

•I like the interpretation that he could have been trying to signal a coup by breaking the crystal cup

•Guanyin hearing about Wujing’s string of skulls: it’s a surprise tool that will help us later

•BAJIE TIME

•this idiot bro “HOW DARE YOU TRY TO GET FLOWER PETALS IN MY EYES!!” “IDIOT THAT WAS GUANYIN” “…Guanyin is here??” “LOOK UP”

•Wuneng is reincarnated, he got beat to death in Heaven for hitting on Chang’e LMAOOOOO GET REKT

•ah yes, casually mentions killing his pig family and then his life of eating humans. Lovely.

•AO LIE TIME

•I committed a little accidental arson, please bail me out

•Damn, he got a really short intro

•interesting that Guanyin id’s the Peach Banquet as Wukongs fall from grace. I would def agree with this- eating the peaches like he did was extremely reckless and the beginning of the end imo

•”who tf is talking shit up there”

•No one has ever visited Wukong, I’m guessing the Guards were horrible company

•I like how both Guanyin and Sanzang try to give Wukong a religious name- Guanyin is very happy to hear he has the Wu- prefix as well lol

•arrived in Chang’an, let the hunt begin

Chpt 9:

•Chang’an bb, all blooming flowers surrounded by 8 rivers (DAMN, that’s a lot of water)

•Guangrui got first place in the examination, good for him UwU

•SURPRISE WIFE

•”gave the girl to Guangrui as his bride” UM I THINK SHES THE ONE WHO GRABBED HIM LMAO

•Guangrui has some fated beef with these two random boatmen, Liu Hong and Li Biao- states that he was destined in a previous incarnation to be enemies with them, is this a result of bad karma?

•NOOOOOO MY GUY GUANGRUI

•Liu Hong reminds me of Liu’er Mi-*gunshot*

•since they’re at the bottom of the Hong river, which Dragon King is this?

•Golden Carp coming in clutch, nice

•LADY YIN IS SO METAL LETS GO “she hated the bandit so bitterly that she wished she could devour his flesh and sleep on his skin” DO IT GURL, KILL HIM

•damn, too bad she’s pregnant with Sanzang….dw Girl I know you would kick his ass otherwise…

•there goes his toe…

•get named River Float idiot

•damn bro chill, that wasn’t very monk-like of you

•homie got called an orphan and cried JAKDJSJFJ I FEEL BAD

•she didn’t even check the toe I THOUGHT SHE DID- WHAT WAS THE POINT LMAO

•nvmnd

•I guess licking the eyes is better than spitting on them…sigh…

•GODDAMN THEY RIPPED LIU HONG AND LI BAIO APART….good for them, deserved in fact

•Lady Yin committing suicide even after she was reunited with her husband makes sense, as there was a trend where wives whose husbands died or they were assaulted, killed themselves. This was show loyalty to their husbands and add weight to their claim of SA- Lady Yin’s husband coming back does not change the fact that everyone knows she was forcefully married :((

(I use the term ‘trend’ only as a way to describe the rise and fall in wife suicides tied to either a husbands death or as a response to SA)

#FINALLY CAUGHT UP YIPPEE #I CAN… I CAN DRAW MKRE FOR THESE #<- I say this but I intentionally didn’t post last Sunday so I could make that animation for chapter 7 LMAO #…I have my priorities straight #tho the animation prevented me from doing anything for Sanzang’s chapter RIP #I would have done Lady Yin Justice I swear- she deserves soemthing nice #jttw #jttw book club #<- still not sure about that tag LMAO #Journey to the west #I’ll probably slap all my doodles in one post at some point…#Sun Wukong #tang sanzang #my art #jttw meme #tw: sui mention

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I've had this one on my mind for too damn long!

I see a lot of fem!s/o headcanons where she's defended, but hardly any where she defends herself or likes to play rough!

So I'm asking!

Could you do a Jamil, Leona, The Leech twins, and Kalim with a tall(6'0) fem!s/o who's pretty docile and soft with a smart mouth. *I mean the insulting kind of smart mouth*.

She doesn't know her own strength when she play fights and accidentally hurts people sometimes. She's very kind to others as long as she likes them.

Now, in the event that she is physically provoked into a fight, she wails on her aggressor, and she won't stop until she's satisfied with the damage dealt, or until she's pulled off. And she's strong, so people have a hard time.

How would they calm her down from her anger, and how would they stop the fight?

I- Shiba, I struggled with this one - half of these guys are the “Would murder someone for the slightest misstep” Squad 😃 It honestly was fun to write tho

Leona

You and Leona would be insulting eachother CONSTANTLY. Like, I can picture this as an “on again, off again” relationship

And you two scrap allllll the time - when he’s not half-asleep

So when you’re going ham on this other student

Leona would sit there watching for a bit

You’re his herbivore, he knows you can defend yourself

He'd blame the other person for pissing you off, honestly

And he is wayyy too lazy to get involved

But, as per his culture (Which raises them with a healthy dose of respect women juice) he has to get involved

Now, you may be tall, but so is Leona

So it's not an issue for him to walk over and drag you off, kicking, screaming and insulting him the entire way (Out of all of them, Leona is the only one I can picture having no issues dragging you around)

"Calm down, Herbivore, we're taking a nap"

“No tf we aren’t!! I have a murder to commit! 🤬”

Cue Leona literally wrapping himself around you like a koala to keep you from trying to run back and finish shit - he already has Ruggie using his unique magic to humiliate them for a couple of days

Jamil

He's a babysitter for Kalim, he's a babysitter for his girlfriend - he never does get a moment of peace, does he?

He does love you're smart mouth, and how creative you can get with insults but...

The second he see's you beating the fuck out of this student, he just facepalms and sighs.

"Kalim, stay!"

Left Kalim to make his way toward you

A single mom who works two jobs, who loves his kids and never stops

It doesn't matter if you're taller or not, he'll end this quickly and get you and Kalim both somewhere neither of you can continue to cause issues

He interrogated a random student to figure out what happened. Somebody had insulted you?

When Jamil fails to pull you off, he just gives up and uses magic

Bro literally just grabs your face with one hand (like a disobedient child) and forces you to look in his eyes so he can hypnotize you

And he hypnotized the other person to stay there

Once he has you nice and compliant, he’ll have you walking to Scarabia so he can hole you up in his room

(One week later - You: Jamil, what happened to that student I beat up? Jamil:… Jamil: I should probably drop the hypnosis before they die)

(He has his hands full with you and Kalim, he can’t honestly give a damn about other peoples health 😭)

Kalim

One word: Panic.

Yes, you're taller than him. Yes, you're stronger. He still panics because he doesn't want you getting into fights

It takes him, Jamil and three other students from Scarabia to de-escalate the fight by separating you two

Afterwards, you have an impromptu therapy session complete with cuddles, your favourite movies, snacks, ice cream, chocolate - he is literally rich with no sense of impulse control, you say the word and it's yours

(Baby already had Jamil overblot, he isn't risking it happening to you)

Jade

First things first, you and Jade 100% have competitions where you insult eachother to see who ends up crying first

It's normally him

He'd actually like to see who would win in a fight - you or Floyd

But he knows one or both of you will get carried away and be mortal enemies the rest of your lives if that happens

So when he sees you beating up some guy? He’ll blackmail him jnto admitting what he did wrong later (you may or may not end up with the guy as you new slave)

For now, he recruits Floyd to help him frag you off of they guy and back down to Octavinelle

The trip takes double the amount of time that it should given they’re both over 6foot tall merpeople

But you are deceptively strong for a normally fairly docile person (He and Floyd had to use all of their combined strength and still struggled)

Once he has you safely in Octavinelle, I feel like he’d calm you down by - hear me out, even if you think it’s out of character - letting you take your anger out on him

He’s certain he can take it, and he trusts you won’t do any permanent damage.

He loves you, what can I say?

Will he end up in the infirmary for a week? Yes. Does he care? Definitely. But in his mind, it’s still worth it.

Floyd

He will sit there eating popcorn

Until it starts to bore him

Then he's in a bad mood and just wants to go

His pride? It takes a huge hit when he can't just drag you off by himself and - surprise, surprise - his mood worsens even more

Now he's pissed off and has some pride issues

I’d say watch your back in case he attempts to a) squeeze you to death or b) drown you, but I gotta feeling you’ll be A-O-K

He ends up needing reinforcements to grab you, but who? Some of the poor, poor freshies he’s managed to scare into helping him grab you

How does he calm you down? He tries (Keyword: TRIED) to beat your ass

Now, now, it may seem counterproductive, but hey - it works

You got to beat up two people, and now your boyfriend is in the infirmary in one of the worst moods Jade has seen him in, but you’re calm and that’s all that matters 😌

#twisted wonderland #twst #leona kingscholar #leona kingscholar x reader #twst headcanons #floyd leech #jade leech #floyd leech x reader #jade leech x reader #jamil viper #jamil viper x reader #kalim al asim #kalim x reader

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chaneajoyyy · 3 months

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Just watched top gun maverick…… and whooo Chile. Any fics for any of them and a poc or black reader?

You know it! @leahnicole1219

TOP GUN FANFICITON (!black reader or !poc reader)

BRADLEY "ROOSTER" BRADSHAW

"you know what i need in my life is to run and jump iinto bradley bradshaws arms to kiss him like he's gets back imma sprint"- @inkdrinkerworld

"he met me in my im going to stay single phase & now i'm obsessed with him (!au)- @deanscroissant

hit the hard deck series- @purplelily247

crush (bradley x black!oc), good wife (x!blackoc)- @dulcewrites/@dulcelibra

"he puts on such a hard front but he's a total pleaser in the bedroom. he'll go all out if you're having a hard day and not ask for anything in return, no matter how much you insist it'll make you feel even better, the rooster and i series- @princessphilly

LT JAKE "HANGMAN" SERESIN

call me jake series, watermelon sugar, hangman is secretly possessive and loves leaving marks everywhere he can especially if he sees someone else flirting with his girl, Can I request a soft moment between Hangman and the girl he is seeing?, thinking about calling him daddy for the first time. Like, it just slips when you’re begging him to touch or fuck you and the man goes feral., ohhhhh Hangman finally getting with the girl of his dreams but she’s not convinced he actually likes her because she’s heavier and he’s carved like a greek statue, so he spends the night proving to her just how much he’s attracted to her, i know you wanted smutty but I’ve been feeling really blah lately so if you could hit me with some humor fluff maybe slight smut? With rbf reader who is blunt saying 10) “Look, I’m not into choking but I wouldn’t mind if you grabbed me by the neck every once in a while.” To hangman while playing pool just completely shocking him, going off the thought that Hangman has a classic sailor pinup on his thigh... Could we please have some Hangman tattoo worship please?- @princessphilly

mrs. seresin- @afictionalwhor3

jake's love language, cowboy's date with a georgian (xblack!oc), wet dreams, texas roadhouse, jade, alien storytime (another world series) - @entertainmentgirl80

"hello hello my love <3 I thought maybe I could request something where reader has never really been comforted when crying throughout her life but one time Jake walks in on her crying and just comforts her. She doesn’t expect that and it’s all just a bunch of fluff! I love your writing so much thank you for putting your work out for people to enjoy <3- @inkdrinkerworld

you're pretty, so happening, you're alive, trip to the bahamas no fuck that series- @itsthestutterforme

LT RUBEN "PAYBACK" FITCH

"we neverrrr talk about Payback. Tell me about what happens when Reuben takes a girl out on their first date. Since I'm feeling all mushy."- @princessphilly

LT JAVY "COYOTE" MACHADO

"just wanna share sime little thots on Javy but damn does that man look like he gives such good head. He's reserved but when its behing closed doors that mouth can do anything you want ((but you'll have to ask niceky first)) 🥴", "thots on Coyote and pussy worship?"- @princessphilly

daylight, pie, cancelled flights and beignets- @siempre-bucky

if it's worth your time series, promise this ain't a test, i did what i had to do, for better days, how sweet it is...- @coyotesamachado

flight scare- @words-4u

pie- @siempre-bucky

LT BILLY "FRITZ" AVALONE

***

LT MICKEY "FANBOY" GARCIA

what happens when mickey grows his hair out... - @siempre-bucky

take me by the heart, take me by the hand- @rae-gar-targaryen

warped series (with jake seresin)- @anjaelle

ROBERT "BOB" FLOYD

sundress season, bob is a freak in the bedroom, good girls do, bob and his good girl's wedding night, "anything you got for rooster i'll take it...literally anything but like him on the beach playing touch football" - @princessphilly

white christmas (spy/the americans au)- @dulcewrites

morning showers, koko's and bobby's sexy time, koko's insecurities, expecting again koko's & bobby's special day, koko's special valentine's, - @entertainmentgirl80

the new girl, i think you're cute- @ladyelissarose

might be an understatement- @friendlyneighborhoodchaosdemon

***LET ME KNOW IF YOU HAVE ANY !BLACK READER OR !POC READER FIC WITH THESE CHARACTERS HIT MY LINE!!!***

#the bp plug #bp librarian at your service #let's chat #sip tea #talk fanfiction #talk top gun: maverick fanfiction #talk top gun fanfiction #top gun: maverick fanfiction #leahnicole1219

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whatacaitastrophe · 3 months

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Is It Over Now - Chapter 5

Previous Chapter

Chapter Song Inspiration: "Vertigo" - Griff

Chapter Warnings: none!

Spotify Playlist: Here

Chapter Notes: if you have read this fic, liked it, reblogged it, or left comments THANK YOU from the bottom of my heart. keep the comments coming bc i love hearing your feedback (and like tinkerbell, i need applause to live).

Chapter 5: You're Scared of Love, Well Aren't We All?

After well over two hundred years of living (so to speak), Astarion didn’t think it was possible for him to be surprised by anything anymore. He felt as though he’d seen it, done it, heard it, read it, written the book, and adapted the stage play. Perhaps his attitude towards the world makes him jaded, but who wouldn’t be after what Astarion has been through?

Though nothing, truly nothing, could have prepared him for the feeling of Fallon’s soft lips pressed against his. Once his shock subsides, Astarion gives into the kiss and presses his mouth back on hers with only a little bit of urgency. Like if he pushes her too far she might break. His hands move from Fallon’s shoulders to her hips, and Astarion pulls her body closer to his. Fallon’s fingers move into his curls, and the feeling of someone running their hands through his hair again sends a shiver down his spine. Gods, Astarion cannot even begin to remember how many times he’s imagined a moment like this with her.

Astarion isn’t the only person in this room who couldn’t help but flirt with everyone he encountered. Their friendship has always been a touch flirty, because that’s just how they both were. It was a game they’ve played since they met. They’d flirt, exchange playful smirks, and then Fallon would repeatedly deny her physical attraction to him. Of course, Astarion could tell from her body language and the way her heart picked up every time he bit her that it was a lie, but a physical attraction did not mean he ever had her heart.

No, her heart always belonged to Gale; and prior to the wizard’s shocking display of selfishness that day on the docks, Astarion always assumed that in order for Fallon to give someone her body, they had to lay claim to her heart as well. That theory was sufficiently debunked as soon as Fallon began drinking herself to death, fucking anyone and everyone she deemed the slightest bit worthy.

It’s this little reminder in his brain that brings the moment to a screeching halt, and any desire he feels for the woman in front of him is suppressed by Astarion’s own insecurities. “Fallon,” He pulls away from her, pushing Fallon back gently to put some space between them. “We can’t. I– I can’t.”

Astarion hates the look on her face when he denies her; the mixture of hurt and confusion only confirms his decision to put a stop to it before they go too far. “Why not?”

“Because you just nearly had a panic attack after hearing the name of another man.” he tries to explain it to her gently, but saying the words out loud also sends a surge of hurt and anger of his own through his body; both with Fallon for trying to use him in this way, and with himself for falling for it. “I know what you’re doing, because I’ve done it, and I have enough self-respect to not be reduced to the level of a nameless drow you’ll let take you in a damned alleyway.”

Self-respect that Astarion has now, largely in part to having met Fallon two years ago. She had been the one who showed him he was worth more than what Cazador forced him to do, who Cazador turned him into. Fallon was the one who single-handedly convinced Astarion not to complete the Black Mass, because she believed Astarion was stronger than that. That he deserved a better life, and he could be a better person. The words fall off of his tongue, and they’re much more bitter than he wanted them to be. How easy it still was for people to forget he does have a heart, even if it doesn’t beat anymore, and Astarion can’t help but resent Fallon a little bit in this moment for that, too.

Thankfully, he does not need to explain himself further, and Fallon takes another step away from him. She bites her lip, and Astarion hates that he’s the reason there are now tears forming in the corners of her eyes. It’s almost enough for him to give in and kiss her again, just to make those go away; but if he’s learned anything since meeting the elf in front of him, it’s that giving in won’t do either of them any good. Not when Astarion is pretty sure that sex with Fallon will mean much more to him than it will to her.

“You’re right. I’m– I’m sorry, Astarion. You don’t deserve that, especially after everything you’ve done for me.” Fallon breathes and her eyes begin desperately looking around the sitting room, eyes flitting to a new spot every few seconds as she tries to avoid looking at Astarion altogether. “I think I’m going to take a walk. Maybe I’ll go find Shadowheart and let her apologize.” Fallon brushes past Astarion, and guilt settles in his chest. “What? No, you don’t have to go. I’ll go. You’re the one who actually lives here.”

Fallon turns around as she walks and she finally looks Astarion in the eyes again. “It’s the middle of the day, Astarion. Where are you going to go?” She points out sadly, because he is indeed trapped here until the sun sets. Fallon turns back around, but when she gets to the door, she pauses again. Fallon looks over her shoulder at Astarion. “I hope you know that you do mean more to me than some nameless drow I fucked in an alleyway. As a person, as a friend, as anything else. I’m sorry if my actions made you think otherwise.

With that, she exits the suite and Astarion lets out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding. He goes over to the couch, sinking down onto it with a heavy sigh. He runs his hands over his face and through his hair. “Shit.”

~*~

The streets of Baldur’s Gate are bustling with people finishing their shopping for the Winter Solstice. In another lifetime, the Winter Solstice used to be Fallon’s favorite holiday. The decorations, the way mages and clerics across the city used their combined powers to make it seem as though the trees and buildings twinkled. Even during the years she spent Winter Solstice on her own, the general atmosphere was enough to lift her spirits. The last Winter Solstice hadn’t gone as she expected, having assumed she would be spending it in Waterdeep– not getting outrageously drunk with Rolan, Lia, and Cal at The Elfsong and then crying herself to sleep. She supposes this year won’t be much different other than the fact that she now has to attend a damn ball; and instead of getting outrageously drunk with the tieflings, it will be with Astarion.

Assuming Astarion doesn’t abandon her after the way she treated him just now. If he does, or if he decides that he no longer wants Fallon to join him on his journey to Asha, Fallon wouldn’t blame him at all.

Finding Shadowheart is rather easy, because if there is one thing Fallon knows about her friend, it’s that they both have a ball to attend in the coming days, and the silver-haired cleric likes to shop. The Facemaker’s Boutique is as busy as expected for this time of year, and Fallon is certain that Figaro and his staff are working overtime to fill all of the orders they’re receiving. Fallon offers the clerk at the main desk a small wave before walking deeper into the shop, where she finds Shadowheart being doted on by none other than Figaro himself. Presently, he has Shadowheart in a green, floor-length gown with long sleeves and an open back. The sleeves are sheer lace, and Fallon takes notice of the intricate details of moons and stars woven into the lace. The color compliments her hair and eyes, and Fallon doesn’t think there’s another word to describe her friend other than “radiant."

“Lae’zel is going to lose her mind when she sees you in that dress.” Fallon comments, announcing her presence to the room. Shadowheart looks up at her through the mirror’s reflection, and she looks incredibly relieved. Figaro turns to face her and makes an enthusiastic noise.

“Lady Fallon, dearest! It has been far too long since I’ve seen your face in my shop. You look malnourished. Are you eating? Lady Shadowheart, are you feeding her?” Hearing someone use the titles they all inherited after The Netherbrain was defeated is still strange to Fallon, mostly because the people she’s surrounded herself with as of late always forgo the formalities. The first time a staff member at The Elfsong called her “Lady Fallon,” she’d laughed and demanded they never use the title again.

“Malnourished is a bit dramatic, don’t you think, Figaro?” Fallon laughs lightly. The dwarf only rolls his eyes.

“Unfortunately, I’ve been out of the city for quite some time, so the responsibility of keeping Fallon fed and watered has fallen to other people.” Shadowheart’s eyes don’t leave Fallon’s, shining apologetically. Likely both for being gone, and for what she’d said earlier. “Figaro, sweetheart, could you give the two of us a moment? Fallon is also in need of a dress for this ball. Perhaps you already have something that’s gone unused that can be easily tailored? She’s been quite busy as of late, so I expect placing an advance order likely slipped her mind.”

“Yes, yes of course, Lady Shadowheart! In fact, I do. I started working on something a month or so ago at the request of Lord Astarion. I assumed you’d be in at some point this week to retrieve it. I’ll be back shortly.”

Fallon tries to push down the emotions that fill her at Figaro’s confession, but her reflection in the mirror suggests she’s doing a terrible job. The dwarf is barely out of the fitting room before Shadowheart is picking up her skirts and dashing towards Fallon and embracing her tightly. “I’m so sorry.” she apologies into Fallon’s hair before pulling back to look at her. “I’m so stupid, I shouldn’t have assumed you were doing well. You just seemed to be in such good spirits, so I thought– I’m so sorry. Did I say I’m sorry?”

“Yes, you said sorry,” Fallon chuckles and releases herself from Shadowheart’s embrace. “Besides, I forgave you the moment you were kicked out.”

Shadowheart rolls her eyes as she disappears behind the privacy wall in the room to change back into her regular clothes. “Yes, I’d planned to ask you what the hells that was about? Since when has Astarionion become so… protective?”

“Probably the moment he found me drunker than a kobold in a wine barrel, bent over a stack of crates in The Elfsong’s alleyway, being fucked by someone whom I couldn’t tell you what he looked like, even if he were stood in this room.”

Her friend snorts with laughter. “Well I suppose that’s one way to cope. Maybe not the recommended way, but…to each their own,” To each their own, indeed. “Is that the real reason he’s moved in with you as well?”

“Probably, even if he’d never admit it,” Fallon sighs. “Though, now that I’ve gone and done the most idiotic thing I could have possibly done, I imagine he’ll be moving out this evening.”

Shadowheart emerges from behind the divider with a puzzled expression. “What on earth did you do? Agree with me and tell him that he’s acting like your guard dog?”

Before Fallon can answer, Figaro returns with a gown of deep burgundy gown shimmering on his arm. She doesn’t need to try it on to know it’s beautiful. She exchanges looks with Shadowheart. There’s a softness in her friend’s eyes she usually reserves for Lae’zel, but a gesture that one could only describe as “romantic” was apparently an exception. All it does is make Fallon feel worse.

Fallon thanks Figaro as she takes the gown from him to try on. Once behind the divider Fallon truly takes a moment to observe the dress before taking it off the hanger, and she finds herself a little speechless. Beautiful seems too dull of a word to describe it and she sighs. “Oh, Astarion.” she mutters. Gods, what a mess she’s made. Carefully she removes the dress from the hanger and slips it on, grateful that Figaro handed it to her with the clasps already unfastened. When she emerges from behind the divider, Figaro and Shadowheart gasp. “A lot of things can be said about Astarion, but not one person can ever say he doesn’t have taste.” Shadowheart muses, awestruck.

Fallon steps onto the pedestal in front of the mirror, and a small gasp leaves her mouth once she properly observes herself in the mirror. The gown is entirely chiffon, and the skirts ripple down the floor with movement that one could only describe as liquid. Intricate lace flowers cover the bodice with a plunging v-neck that apexes just beneath her sternum, accentuating her full breasts. The sleeves are not actually sleeves at all, but a willowy cape that flows to the ground, wrapping Fallon in gossamer fabric. Figaro allows Shadowheart to fasten the back on his behalf, and when Fallon does a small turn to see it in the mirror, it just might be her favorite feature. The fabric is sheer, giving the illusion of an open back, but fastenings are covered by brilliant gemstones (Diamonds? They look like diamonds. Gods, she’s going to kill Astarion if they’re real diamonds) that run down her spine until just above her tailbone.

Fallon turns to fully face the mirror again and even she can’t help but stare in awe. Fallon doesn’t just look beautiful, she looks regal. Astarion doesn’t do anything unintentionally, and the statement this gown makes is loud enough that Fallon is certain everyone at the ball will hear it. Figaro moves past Shadowheart with pins in his hand and begins to scrutinize the dress more closely, looking for errors and pinning the places that need to be taken in and hemmed. “Well, I must say, I’m quite impressed. Lord Astarion mentioned he didn’t know your measurements so it was likely adjustments would be needed, but he managed to get pretty damned close,” Figaro muses. “I didn’t realize the two of you were involved.”

Fallon’s eyes fill with sadness and she looks at Shadowheart via the mirror. “We’re not.” Fallon knows it’s not enough of an explanation for her friend to figure out the “idiotic thing” Fallon had done, but Fallon hopes it gives her an idea. “My deepest apologies, Lady Fallon. In that case, you have a very good friend…and forgive me for saying so because it’s certainly not my place, but perhaps you should be romantically involved,” Figaro finishes pinning the bottom of the gown and stands up. “Alright, dearest, go ahead and change. I’ll have both of your dresses ready for you in two day’s time.”

Figaro bows deeply and exits the fitting room, and Shadowheart moves to unfasten the back of Fallon’s gown. “It really is gorgeous,'' she muses. “I’m honestly a little nervous touching these fastenings out of fear of ripping something…I think they might actually be diamonds.” Fallon shakes her head, she really might kill the vampire.

Fallon steps off the pedestal and walks carefully to the divider, not wanting to trip or accidentally unpin Figaro’s alterations. “Now, are you going to tell me what idiotic thing you’ve done or shall I be left to guess?” Shadowheart calls from the other side. Once she’s out of the gown, Fallon dresses again quickly.

“I kissed him.”

The silence in the fitting room is palpable, and when she emerges again to face Shadowheart, her friend is completely stunned. “I’m sorry, you did what?” Fallon shoots her a pleading look, silently begging her friend to not repeat her folly.

Shadowheart blows out a breath. “You know, Wyll told me he thought something might be going on, and after witnessing the two of you banter this morning I was inclined to agree…but now you’re telling me you kissed him, and you think he’s going to leave?”

“He rejected me, Shadowheart. He rejected me, and accused me of trying to use him for sex as a coping mechanism, because all I’ve done lately is use other people for just that.”

Shadowheart stares at her thoughtfully for a moment. “Well, were you?”

“Of course not. I don’t think so, anyway. He told me he was saying no because right before I kissed him I was fighting off a panic attack after hearing an ex’s name…but I wanted him.”

“Okay, well, as reasons go that’s actually pretty logical,” Shadowheart concedes. “But if you want him, then maybe you should just tell him so.”

Fallon gaze falls to the floor. “What if he doesn’t believe me?”

“Then he’s as stupid as your ex-boyfriend,” Shadowheart laughs. She’s never been one to mince words, and being with Lae’zel seems to have only made her more brutally honest. “I know what you’re going through isn’t exactly the same as what I experienced on our adventures, but it is possible to feel multiple feelings at once. You can have feelings for Astarion while also healing from what happened to you. You forget that Lae’zel and I didn’t bond until after we’d both been betrayed by people we loved. Sure, ours were goddesses, but yours left you to chase godhood. Having her by my side while I worked through it…well, it expedited my healing quite immensely.”

Logically these were all things Fallon knew, but her fears and anxieties tended to overrule her logic lately. Hearing someone else say it to her out loud, well, it made a difference. “Has anyone ever told you that you’re incredibly wise? You should be a cleric,” Fallon jokes, a smile blooming on her face. She pulls Shadowheart into a tight hug. “Thank you.”

Shadowheart kisses her on the cheek and pushes her towards the door. “You’re welcome, sweetheart. Now go home and tell that silly vampire how you feel.”

Fallon bids Figaro goodbye, thanks him for her gown, and exits the shop, desperately hoping that Astarion hasn’t left her yet.

~*~

When Gale enters his study, he does not expect to see Mystra sitting at his desk, nor does he expect to see a projection of Shadowheart and Fallon in an orb atop it. His heart skips a beat when he sees Fallon’s face. She looks weary, and there’s a dullness in her eyes he’s never seen before. Concern sparks through him immediately. “Mystra, what is this?”

“Just because you are a god now does not mean you can hide things from me so easily. After all, I gave you that power. I know you pine for her, your mortal ex-lover. I know you dream of her. That you often think of her when we make love,” Mystra muses darkly, her eyes daring Gale to disagree with her. “I have something I need to show you, Gale of Waterdeep. Something you must see.”

Gale watches in stunned silence as the orb in front of him plays back. Shadowheart and Fallon are discussing someone. Someone Fallon has romantic feelings for, and Shadowheart reassures her that she can have feelings for someone else and still be hurt by what Gale did to her. Gale frowns at that part. It’s not that he didn’t expect his choice to hurt Fallon in the moment, but he’d thought she would understand and come to accept it. Gale watches as Fallon embraces Shadowheart, and his entire body goes rigid when the cleric speaks again.

”Now go home and tell that silly vampire how you feel.”

Astarion.

“You see, Gale of Waterdeep? Your mortal lover has moved on. She is in the arms of another now, and there is no reason for you to pine for her any longer.” Mystra declares.

Gale’s blood boils. Gale hadn’t expected Fallon to wait for him, but he’d certainly hoped…but of all of the people Fallon could have moved on with, she chose fucking Astarion?

“You’re angry. Explain.” Mystra demands.

“Forgive me, Mystra, but I need to go to her. The vampire in question…he’s not who he claims. Fallon is yet another means to an end for him, and while I don’t relish in the fact that I broke her heart, I cannot sit idly by while he does the same.”

Mystra considers his request. “Part of being a god is letting the mortals make mistakes, Gale of Waterdeep. We cannot intervene at every turn. However…your happiness means a great deal to me. If intervening here will bring you happiness, and will bring your heart and devotion back to me, then so be it.”

He breathes a sigh of relief, and rushes forward to kiss his goddess deeply. It’s the most sincere kiss he’s given her since he ascended to godhood. “Thank you, Mystra, thank you.”

Gale swiftly departs from his study and returns to their bedroom. There’s an invitation he hadn’t noticed before, sitting on his bedside table. It’s an invitation to a ball, dated for two days from now. Tara must have delivered it last time she came to visit, and Gale scowls as he realizes Mystra must have withheld this from him. No matter. He had it now, and for the first time in six months, he’s allowed to leave Elysium.

“I’m coming for you, my love.” He whispers quietly.

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japhoriaa · 4 months

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"MAYBE NEXT TIME?" ,

ANGST WARNING.

you & miles had been friends since diapers. literally. your parents were close friends so ofcourse you guys grew to be bestfriends, since you were around eachother alot.

your parents trusted him & his trusted you. you guys told eachother everything & would hang out almost everyday. but that all changed sophmore year.

miles made new friends & ofcourse you were happy for him. he'd only had like 5 friends max throughout his life, including you.

"miles! hi, you wanna hang out tonig-" you were quickly cut off by miles' girlfriend. - "were busy, arent we miles? tell her." she spoke with a twinge of sass in her voice.

"yea.. sorry y/n - maybe next week?" those words cut through your heart. for the 100th time.

it was the 6th time he was 'busy' , and blew you off. but you couldnt be mad.. atleast he was nice about it..

"it's ok miles, have fun." you nodded with a smile anyone could see through. before walking past them. this would continue for weeks, months even.

always "im busy," - "we're busy" , "maybe next time?.."

but the truth was, there was no next time. you'd lost your bestfriend.

miles, morales.

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wrenreid · 1 year

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Off Limits

content: kissing, fluff-ish

Part Sixteen

I listen to her automatically, my hands grabbing her face. I lean in and press my lips to her. Her lips part immediately, and I take my opportunity to slip my tongue between them and into her mouth. I bask in the little sound she makes when I do this. I want to hear so much more from her.

Jade shifts closer to me, her hands on my arms. When I start to suck on her bottom lip a little rougher, a soft gasp releases from her. I think I’m enjoying this a little too much. I take her bottom lip between my teeth, tugging gently. Jade makes another small sound at the action. I want to draw out as many sounds from her as I can. I want to take anything she’ll give me.

She runs her tongue along my lip before meeting it with mine again. Jade kicks her leg over to the other side of me, straddling my lap just like yesterday. My hands gradually slide down her neck to her arms and finally rest on her hips, holding her in place on top of me.

After some time that felt like hours and seconds somehow at the same time, Jade trails her lips down to my neck. She sucks on the skin just below my jaw line. This draws out a soft moan from me.

“Jade,” I say, my breathy voice a little raspy. My eyes stay closed, and all my senses are overtaken by her.

I can feel her smile against my skin. I can smell her, a lovely blend of a candy-like scent and vanilla. I can taste her on my tongue.

“Jade,” I say again, gently removing her from my neck.

“Did I do something wrong?” She asks, looking in my eyes.

She looks so innocent right now, almost worried. Her brown doe eyes are making me lose my mind.

“No, of course not,” I assure her, smoothing her hair down. “I just… I need this to slow down.”

“Oh,” she nods. “Right. I’m sorry.”

The amount of strength I just mustered up is incredibly surprising. I’ve never been the type of guy to let sex appeal drive my mind or even care all that much about it (not that I don’t enjoy it when I actually like someone), but it’s hard for me to contain myself with Jade. She overrides my entire nervous system, and I short circuit.

“Don’t apologize,” I say with a slight smile.

She nods again and slides off my lap. As much as I miss her warmth immediately, I’m glad she’s off of me. If that went on any longer, there’d be a tent in my khakis that I wouldn’t be able to hide.

“So what are… we?” She asks, sitting with her hands in her lap like a little kid. She’s nervous. It’s adorable.

I don’t even know how to answer her question. “I don’t know,” I say honestly.

She sighs, looking down.

“But I want to be something. I just…”

“Want to take it slow?” Jade suggests.

I think for a second. I don’t want to take it slow. I would pull her back on top of me right now if I could. But I won’t. We need to take it slow.

“Yeah,” I nod.

She doesn’t seem too upset. “Okay. We can just be officially unofficial.”

“Officially unofficial?” I question with a soft chuckle.

“Yeah, like we’re sort of together, but not like dating, not serious, not exclusive…?” She smiles nervously.

She’s never done this. I’ve never done this. And I think it’s about damn time I do something out of my comfort zone, something I’m not supposed to do.

And jesus christ, she’s adorable like this. A smile creeps up onto my lips.

“That sounds great.”

She smiles too, and this time it’s real and not nervous. “Cool.”

“Cool,” I say back, teasing her.

“Are you busy tomorrow?”

I shake my head. “Not unless a case pops up.”

“So is it okay if I stay for a bit?”

“Of course,” I say with a grin. “Do you want to watch a movie?”

“Sure,” she smiles too. “How about a crime documentary?”

“You’re the worst,” I joke.

“What? Not your cup of tea?” She’s way too proud of her jokes.

I pull her to me, kissing her to stop her jokes from continuing. She reciprocates happily.

—

I didn’t leave Spencer’s apartment last night until around 11. It was arguably the best night of my month. We kissed a little more, watched a movie only he understood, and snacked on ice cream.

We’re a thing now. Well, we’re officially unofficially together. And I can’t stop smiling.

I never been this excited to be unlabeled with someone before. Usually, it’s frustrating and confusing to be in this stage of the relationship, but I have hope. And I think we could make this work. We could ease into it. Make this whole totally wrong dynamic functional.

As much as I wanted to keep my lips on him, I’m glad he stopped me before anything else happened. I think I would’ve slept with him or something of that sort, and I’m not quite ready for that yet. So for now, it’s clothes on and kisses stay neck and above.

I feel like I’m on cloud 9. Even though we’re unlabeled and in the beginning stages of our possible relationship, I’m relieved. Because it’s Spencer. And I trust him.

Every other guy I’ve been in this situation with just wanted sex, no feelings and they just moved onto the next girl in my dorm that might be down for that when I wasn’t. Or we just had absolutely no chemistry and the relationship never truly got started.

I just hope that this isn’t what I’ve seen before, and based on the five years I’ve known Spencer, and month I’ve known him pretty well, it won’t be like all the others.

Perhaps leaving college campus will bring me another positive aspect.

seventeen

(this is so short… my apologies)

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smartycvnt · 11 months

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Title: More Pairing: Cora Jade x Reader Prompt: 10. "Let's face it, we stopped being just friends the night we slept together." R WC: 1013

The WWE draft was a big thing for everybody, whether it was a positive change or a negative one. Y/n had been happy with her call up onto the main roster. In her mind, despite not being overly present in any championship scenes, Y/n was doing good. She made the people who needed to look strong do so without detriment to herself. The intense matches had been running her a little ragged, but Triple H had promised her that it'd be paying off soon. Y/n knew better than to think that she'd be taking the championship off of Bianca or Rhea because as much as Triple H and Shawn Michaels liked her, she wasn't a marketable star like they were. And so, Y/n figured out a little earlier than the announcement that she'd be going back down to NXT.

It should have been a joyous occasion, but Y/n was terrified. There were so many people down there that she hadn't been around in forever. Some of them stayed in touch because they were friends, but one person in particular seemed to want nothing to do with Y/n anymore. Cora Jade had turned her back on Y/n weeks before she had done the same to Roxanne. In the process of betraying both of them, Cora had expertly pit them against each other. Y/n had gone after Mandy's championship while Cora and Roxanne went after the tag team championships together. It was easy enough to put the idea that Y/n thought she was better than them in Roxanne's head, especially given who she had been before she started helping them.

All of that got worse after Y/n and Cora slept together. Y/n had, admittedly, run out in a panic. Cora had been hurt, but not for too long. Y/n blamed herself for Cora going dark on them and breaking up their entire group. Roxanne had later come and apologized to Y/n after Y/n's call up, but it was obvious that Roxanne didn't know the whole truth. Cora started talking to Bron, and Y/n put her focus into her storylines and feuds on the main roster, even if they weren't main event material. They had stopped being friends, and Y/n doubted that either of them would ever get back to that place again. It made her sad, but she had gotten too close to the sun with Cora.

"Oh great, here comes the great bringer of justice," Cora said sarcastically. Y/n refrained from rolling her eyes or saying anything by biting down on her lip. Cora was still staring at Y/n despite Y/n's attempts at ignoring her. Cora knew how to break through that wall Y/n had built up around herself, she had always known how to break down Y/n's walls. "Come on baby, don't be like that."

"Cora, we aren't friends. You made damn sure of that whenever you and Roxanne put me through the announce table. Leave me alone and we can stay out of each other's way."

"We weren't friends long before that. Maybe I didn't even want to be your friend in the first place. You aren't the only one who got hurt after what we-," Y/n cut Cora off by placing her hand over Cora's mouth.

"I said that I was sorry. It was a mistake to sleep with you, I should have been more responsible," Y/n said. Cora's face fell as she ripped herself away from Y/n's grip.

"You're an asshole," Cora said as she stormed off. Y/n stood there wondering if Cora was right. She had to have a point. Cora wasn't easily upset like that, and Y/n had done it without even trying. Y/n were distracted for the rest of the show, including whenever she went out to the ring. That made it easier for her to get jumped. Cora wasn't the only person who Y/n had been on the rocks with at her time of departure from NXT. Jacy had stomped Y/n practically into the ground in the middle of her promo laughing like a madwoman as she rolled and writhed in pain.

Cora saving Y/n had not seemed like a possibility in the woman's mind. Jacy had run off though, staring at the two of them in the ring together like she was proud of what she did. Jacy blew Y/n a kiss as she disappeared around a corner to go backstage. Cora didn't miss that little thing and backed away from Y/n in disgust. Y/n pulled herself up into a sitting position, which was when Cora took that as her opportunity to leave.

"Cora, I am sorry. Nothing really happened between Jacy and I, we were just friends," Y/n said as she chased after Cora.

"We used to be friends too Y/n, best friends actually."

"I don't know what happened," Y/n muttered sadly.

"Let's face it, we stopped being just friends the night we slept together," Cora shot back. "We slept together, and you just ran away. Hell, you left NXT completely and never looked back."

"You put me through a table!" Y/n tried to argue. Cora chuckled at the memory of that match, which had honestly been one of the most fun in her entire career. There hadn't been much opportunity for the two of you to wrestle together, much less with Roxanne there as a third. "I've still got the scar on the back of my neck from the stupid tablet cable."

"I'm sorry for that. I didn't want us to just be friends, and I guess that if I couldn't have you the way I wanted you, then I'd make sure that you didn't want me either," Cora admitted.

"I wanted you Cora, but I thought it was more important that we were okay first. This is fucked," Y/n sighed. Cora leaned in and took your hand in hers.

"It doesn't have to be."

#cora jade x reader #cora jade #wwe #wwe x reader #my writing

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twstfanblog · 2 months

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!*~Valentine's Times~*! pt 2

A/N: Here's the first half of the dorms! I decided to add in my own world-building into this fic because that's my favorite part of writing honestly! Hope you enjoy it! Word Count: 5.5K Warnings: She/They Pronouns OC, Gets mildly spicy, swearing Pairings: Established poly (Yuu/Azul/Jamil/Malleus), Alluded to Riddle/Floyd, Alluded to Jade/Trey, Alluded Ruggie/Leona L (NRC Staff ft OCs). O (Here). V (Scarabia, Pomefiore, Ignihyde, Diasomnia). E (Crack)

O is for the only one I see...

~HEARTSLABYUL~

Valentine's Day was one of the most important days in Heartslabyul. Not just because it was the holiday covered in the Queen of Hearts motif, but because it was the literal marriage anniversary of the Queen and her first King. The man who arguably kept his fiery wife in good spirits and happiness, saving nearly hundreds from beheadings throughout his life. Even when the queen remarried, every February 14th she would all but explode from the love she still held for her former king.

As the centuries passed, the Queen's Anniversary was brought to other parts of Twisted Wonderland, morphing into Valentine's Day from multiple cultural adaptations. While still considered a minor holiday, it was widely celebrated. So, Heartslabyul as the Queen's dorm, took Valentine's Day very very seriously.

Yuu looked at the students of the Queen's dorm, watching the Heartslabyul crew rushing around in a pure panic trying to decorate. Riddle clearly wanted to make the school-wide holiday tea party perfect, more than likely nearly sending his own teen heart into mini cardiac arrests the second a single rose was found off by a petal or color. The dorm was in such hyper-focus, Yuu was able to walk around as though invisible, letting out a low whistle as the collared students running past them started reaching the double digits. They stop in front of a display of roses, each bloom so perfect and similar it kind of freaked them out…

“Maybe the chocolate will help him calm down…”

“HEY!” Yuu startled and turned, seeing Deuce with another student. Each with an armful of creepily perfect flowers in one arm and Deuce pointing directly at them. “NO LAZYING-...Oh. Yuu, what are you doing here?” Deuce shoved his share of flowers into the other first year's arms, ignoring their groans as he walked toward them, “The Valentine’s Day party isn't for hours. Did you come to help decorate?”

“Ha. No. I came to spread cheer-”

Deuce quickly placed his hands on Yuu's shoulders, staring into their eyes as though he were begging them for mercy, “Yuu, whatever shenanigans you have planned. Not here…Not today.”

“Oh my God. Calm down.” Yuu brushes off Deuce’s hands, smiling as they instead teasingly fix his dorm jacket, “I'm actually here to deliver cheer. In fact, can you do me a favor and get everyone in one place? I don't wanna run around trying to find everyone.”

He gives them a distrusting look but still sighs in acceptance. Looking away, he brings a hand to his mouth as he thinks, “I think everyone is mostly in the garden…Clover-Senpai is in the kitchen. So…” he smiles, pointing behind him with his thumb, “I'll grab Clover-Senpai and we'll meet you in the garden!”

Yuu beams, clapping their hands, “Perfect! See you in the garden, Deuce!”

The two of them split, each running in opposite directions. Soon Yuu found themselves rushing into the maze, following the sounds of Riddle's yelling. They slow their jog, looking at the half decorated courtyard in mild amazement before Riddle's voice cuts through their thoughts.

“Trappola! I will ask you again…What is wrong with this picture!?” Riddle gestures toward a singular bush of bright red roses.

Ace seemed just as fed up, making loud humming sounds as he nearly shoved his face into the bush to look at the roses, “Besides the fact there's nothing wrong with the damn bush? No! I haven't the faintest idea, Housewarden!”

Yuu watches as Riddle physically turns away from Ace, hands covering his face with his head tilted toward the sky. He turns back, face growing its impressive shade of red as he points to one of the roses, “I SAID ‘ROSE RED’, TRAPPOLA. THESE ROSES ARE PINK.”

“WHERE!?” Ace’s face was quick to press against Riddle's hand, annoyingly trying to figure out what Riddle was seeing. When he could only see the roses as the red he asked for, he turned to Riddle, glaring, “WHERE!?”

“By the Seven! I'd dare to call them FUSCHIA!”

Somehow over the screaming match, Yuu heard a groan to the side of them. Cater sat at a table, card stock scattered around him with his ‘Cute’ handwriting spelling out people's names. Yuu smiles as they pick up their own card, raising an eyebrow at Cater’s mumbles.

“I can't. I'm not strong enough. I have to kill Idia by giving him his chocolates in public. There's no way #terrorone and #terrorjr are gonna be done fighting over this before lunch. Trey’s locked in the kitchen and I have to keep them from killing each other…”

They were barely able to keep their laughter in check, placing their name tag back down and yelling out loud enough to be heard over Riddle and Ace screaming at each other, “Hi~!”

Cater snaps up, eyes wild in fear as he looks at them, “Yuu, sweetie-”

Riddle snaps his head in their direction and points to the entryway of the maze's courtyard, nearly foaming at the mouth as he glared toward them, “GET THE FUCK OUT!”

“Aha!? Riddle, my hair is already half up. We can fight, right the fuck now.”

Silence passes through the courtyard. Riddle takes deep breaths, face held in his hands as he walks aimlessly to burn off his steadily growing aggression.

Ace watched Riddle with a wary eye before turning to Yuu, “Look, prefect. Unless you're here to help, I don't think you should stay long…” the unspoken ‘Riddle is going insane’ ringing clear.

Yuu smiles, shaking their head and patting their bag, “Not staying or helping. But…I come bearing gifts-”

How Riddle walked that fast in heels, on grass, with his short legs and not falling, Yuu didn't know. But the second-year stomps up to them, grips them tight by their overall straps and yanks them close. For a brief moment, Yuu felt fear, looking into Riddle's bloodshot gray eyes.

“Yuu. You are like a sister to me. I care about you deeply and I feel genuinely grateful that we were able to become friends. But whatever…nonsense you have cooked up. Don't. Literally. Don't. I think I would actually hurt you-oh…”

During Riddle's increasingly manic speech, Yuu had reached into their tote and presented him with his bag of chocolate. Tied closed with a bright red ribbon, fashioned to look like a flower bloom. Inside were rose-shaped milk chocolates filled with strawberry jam, crown-shaped sugar-coated strawberry gummy candies and gold-colored chocolate pearls. They smile lightly as Riddle slowly takes the bag from their grasp.

“You…you actually brought a gift for me…”

“Yeah. That was kind of my plan for today. I knew everyone was gonna be busy putting together this big ass party for today. So instead of doing the easy thing and waiting for the chocolate exchange later tonight, I decided to visit you guys all early and gift you your chocolates as a pick me up.” Yuu leans forward, smiling as they flick Riddle on the forehead to snap him out of his trance, “Because I'm so nice.”

Riddle sighs, holding the chocolate with both his hands, “I'm…I'm going to take a break. I think we all need it. Ace, we'll fix the roses later.”

Ace sputters, flailing his arms and just barely stopping from flinging his jacket off as he wretched a paint sample from his pocket to shove in Riddle's face,”I LITERALLY COLOR MATCHED THEM TO THE DAMN SAMPLE YOU PASSED OUT!?”

Riddle looks at the swatch, plucking it from Ace’s hands to bring it closer to his face, “Oh dear…this is last year's swatch. It's faded…”

“...” Ace breathed in deep, head tilting back as he let out an anguished-sounding yell before dropping to his knees and curling up in what Yuu could only call defeat.

They reach into their tote, pulling out another bag tied with red and black ribbons. Inside were milk chocolate-covered pitted cherries along with plain and red luster-dusted white chocolate heart shapes. Yuu drops the bag beside Ace’s head, chuckling as the first-year grabs it with a huff and opens it to eat one of the chocolates.

“We're here!” Deuce walks into the courtyard, one hand raised in greeting and the other dragging a bleary eyed Trey behind him.

Trey sighed, taking his hand from Deuces hold to pull his glasses off, “I've got 20 minutes until my cakes need to be out of the oven.” After cleaning the smears from his glasses, he places them back on his face only to have his eyes creasing at the scene before him, “What happened…?”

“Nothing of real importance-CATCH.” Yuu chucks a bag tied with dark green and yellow ribbons at Trey, barely giving the third-year a chance to realize something was being flung directly at his face.

Luckily Trey was able to catch the bag, looking into it with curiosity before he smiled. Dark and milk chocolates shaped like clovers with green chocolate pearls filled the bag. He opened it to examine the sweets, feeling proud at how well the chocolates looked compared to Yuu’s first attempts, “You did really well. I’m glad you took my advice, the chocolates seemed to have firmed up properly.” He pops the sweet into his mouth and chews, eyes widening at feeling the shell break “Oh! They’re filled…hm…The lavender paste isn’t as sweet as I’d normally make it, but it's really smooth and I like how it blends with the chocolate-”

Yuu pats the third-year’s shoulder, interrupting his critique, “Trey, thank you…but dude this is not a peer review thing, just eat the chocolate.”

He chuckles, reaching into the bag again to grab a different chocolate, only to snort at finding a green toothbrush in the bag as well, “I just want you to know I’m proud of how well you did.”

Deuce looks on in question, humming under his breath before quietly asking Yuu, “Did you bring me chocolate too?”

“Are you one of my most special boys?”

“...” Deuce grew flustered, looking to the side as a small blush colors his cheeks, “Y-ya?”

“Then you get chocolate!” Yuu pulled out another bag, tied closed with blue and black ribbons. Inside were milk and blue luster-dusted white chocolates in the shape of spades, but the bigger shapes were cut-out marshmallows of yellow chicks.

Gasping, Deuce takes the bag gently in his hands as he looks at the marshmallows in poorly contained adoration, “I…Yuu, I can't eat them. They're so small. Yuu, I can't eat a baby chicken!”

Riddle grunts from the table beside Cater, chewing thoughtfully on one of the gummy crowns, “Don't waste food.”

Cater hums, raising an eyebrow as Yuu smiles at him, “Sweetie…you know I don't like sweets…” the thought Yuu went out of their way to make him a bag still made him feel appreciated though.

“I'm aware. So here.” They pull out a bag tied off with orange and red ribbons. Inside were dark chocolate circles that looked to have piped on emoji faces. Brightly multi-colored diamond-shaped gummies filling up the bag.

“Oh. My. SEVEN! Yuu, this is totally cam-able!” Cater grabbed the bag, eyes glittering just how adorable and on brand the bag felt for his account. Even if he couldn't eat the treats it felt nice that Yuu made sure the bag was cute for his Magicam.

“I also made sure to use the most bitter chocolate and Jamil, unknowingly, helped me make the Sriracha paste. Plus the gummies are sour coated.”

“...” Cater stood up and wrapped Yuu into a hug, swinging them around before he placed them down with a wide smile, “I'm going to take a hundred photos and then eat it all at once!” The third-year then zipped off to a different corner of the courtyard, bag and phone in hand as he started to hunt for the perfect lighting.

Yuu smiles, clapping their hands before walking toward the entryway, “Welp. My work here is done. I'll see you boys later tonight for the party. Try not to, like, kill each other before then.”

“No promises.” Riddle and Ace speak in unison, the two redheads glaring at each other once they realize the other had spoken.

Riddle then perks up, quickly standing and following after Yuu to speak to them in private, “Actually. You're going to Octavinelle, correct?”

“Yeah? Why?”

“Would you take my and Trey’s chocolates to the twins?”

“HA! No.” Yuu turns, a smile on their face as they move to walk out of the maze.

“I-! Why not!?”

“You have legs?”

Riddle huffed, stomping his foot before crossing his arms, “You know very well that if I hand Floyd his chocolates, he won't unhand me.”

“Fucking suffer. That's your boyfriend.” Yuu waved over their shoulder, smiling wide as they sang out, “Bye~!”

Riddle huffs, watching Yuu rush out of the maze and leaving them to their work. He turns back to the courtyard at the sound of a muted crunch and Ace yelling.

“Motherfucker! Yuu, one of these still had the pit in it!”

~SAVANACLAW~

Savanaclaw was somehow on par with Heartslabyul in terms of people rushing around. Though it seemed less of an organized panic and more so people were sprinting for the fun of it.

Yuu steps farther into the dorm, raising an eyebrow watching a group of students zoom past them. They raise an eyebrow as they touch one of the rock formations and turn heel, sprinting back into the opposite direction.

Ruggie appears, softly glaring at them as he gently elbowed them back toward the mirror, “Ay! No. Noooo. Leona's asleep, you can't be here.”

“Did all of Savanaclaw join the track team?”

“Don't try to change the subject. I don't know what you did, but Leona's banned you from the dorm whenever he's asleep until further notice. He's paying me a good chunk of change to enforce it. So…” Ruggie bends down, arms locking behind Yuu's knees and lifting them over his shoulder to deposit outside of the dorm.

“How about I bribe you though?”

Ruggie stops, quietly pondering before he asks, “What kind of bribe?”

Yuu holds a bag to the side of his face, the plastic bag tied shut with brown and yellow ribbons. Three chocolate-dipped donuts surrounded by multi-colored mini donut-shaped white chocolates.

The hyena was quick to place them down, snatching the bag from their hand before he spread his arms wide, “My good pal, Yuu! Welcome to our humble dorm!”

“Fucking shameless. Anyway, the sprinting? What the fuck is that about?”

Ruggie hums, opening his bag to pull out one of the donuts, “Oh. It's a bit of a tradition in the Afterglow Savanna. Since it's so hot, chocolate doesn't really last long there. So it’s kinda custom to sprint your chocolate to the object of your affections. But it's also a claiming thing.” He points to the three students sprinting against each other, “Those three found out they're trying to give chocolate to the same person.”

Yuu laughs a bit, raising an eyebrow in question, “What's stopping them from throwing their chocolate at the person so it reaches them first?”

“Don't joke about that. It's stupid but one of them might actually do it. Trust me, I know. Valentine's Day makes everyone kinda stupid.”

“Oh, you're above that Ruginald? Don't feel the need to sprint your chocolate to the love of your life?”

Ruggie smiles, shrugging as he reached for one of the mini donut shapes, “Why would I? No one's dumb enough to try to give Leona chocolate and Leona isn't running anywhere.”

“I see. So you know your prey is cornered.”

“Why are you in the dorm?”

How neither noticed Jack standing a few feet away from them, blotting out the sun, they didn't know. But they simply waved at his stern expression.

“Hi Jack!”

“Hi, Yuu. You're banned from the dorm until further notice.”

Yuu waved him off, opening their tote to grab his bag of chocolate, “Oh it's fine. I bribed Rugward already.”

Jack turned to Ruggie, eyes narrowed as though to say ‘really?’ as he watched the second year pull out another donut, “What?”

Ruggie doesn't wait to have his mouth empty, speaking around the donut, “No idea what they're talking about.”

Yuu laughs at Jack's soured expression, “Don't worry, I have a bribe for you too.”

His expression didn't change, but his perked ears and quick swish of his tail showed how eager he was, “I don't want your bribe…”

They pull out a bag tied close with white and orange ribbons. White chocolate bones filled with pear jam, five mid-sized spheres of milk chocolate and scattered orange chocolate pearls.

Jack's face fully changed, showing his surprise as he held his hand out, “Oh…this is actually pretty nice…”

“What? Did you think I was going around giving people bags of live scorpions?”

Ruggie snorted, “That does sound like something you would do…”

“Rugamillion, where would I find that many scorpions in this weather?”

Jack had already pulled a chocolate bone from the bag, chewing it quietly as his tail wagged from the taste of pear, “That's the only issue you'd have?” He eyed the chocolate spheres with a more critical glance, shaking one lightly, “What's in these?”

“Probably scorpions.”

“Hahaha, fuck you. Those are hot chocolate bombs, but instead of cocoa mix I used that protein powder you keep at Ramshackle.” They smile, shrugging as they slowly elbow past Jack's body, “You can have a warm mug of protein-packed chocolate milk before bed. Get those gains in your sleep.”

Jack knew they were on their way to Leona's room. Sighing as he relented, they'd cause more of a fuss if he and Ruggie tried to remove them, “That's not how that works and you know it.”

“Can't hear you over the sound of me walking up the stairs.”

Ruggie’s snicker was barely audible from the second floor of the dorm. Yuu tipped-toed into Leona's room, quietly closing the door behind them. They walk closer to the bed, trying to not laugh as Leona's tail started to increasingly slap against the bed in an attempt to make them leave. Just as Yuu stood beside the bed, Leona's eyes blinked open drowsily.

It took a few seconds before Leona groans, rolling over and pulling his pillow over his head, “What the fuck do I even pay Ruggie for…?”

“You want like…a list or…?”

Leona groaned loudly, pointing back toward the door, “Get out. You know what you fucking did, get away from me.”

Yuu laughs, sitting on the bed and swatting away the tail hitting against their side angrily, “Aw~. Come on, it wasn't even that bad. Vil helped you get the green food coloring out so all's good right?”

“What the fuck do you want?”

“I brought a gift~!” Yuu pulls out a bag tied by yellow and orange ribbons. The bag was filled with various kinds of chocolates in the shapes of crowns and lion heads, golden pearls scattered inside. They shove the bag against Leona's face cooing as the beastman glares at them, “Happy Valentine's Day you fucking depressed mess.”

Leona glares quietly. But soon he rolls his eyes, snatching the bag away from Yuu's hands, “I should have killed you when I had the chance…”

Yuu grinned, knocking their head against his shoulder, “But ya didn't!”

“Seven, I hope this chocolate kills me…”

“Oh, I'm not that nice to you…but I do have a second gift!” They reach back into their tote, pulling out a purple velvet bag pulled closed by golden drawstrings. They placed it on Leona's lap, smile turning mischievous as he warily eyed it.

Leona picks up the bag, opening it slowly, tail flicking in curiosity. He looked into the bag, only to narrow his eyes at seeing nothing inside. There was clearly a weight, so it wasn't empty. Normally he'd just tilt the bag over to dump out whatever was inside, but this was his bed and Ruggie just washed the sheets. Instead, he reached inside, grunting as all he felt was powder.

He barely noticed Yuu had left the bed, quickly opening the door as he pulled his hand out of the bag. Leona squints his eyes at the gold dust on his fingers, “What the…” He wipes his hands on his pants, only to widen his eyes at the fine streak of gold glitter left behind, “YUU!”

Yuu giggled from her place at the open door, “Enjoy your bag of gold, your majesty!” Their giggle turning into a cackle as they close the door just in time to avoid Leona launching one of his boots at them.

“RUGGIE, WHAT DO I PAY YOU FOR!?”

Ruggie huffs from the lounge, raising an eyebrow at Jack, neither of them moving as Yuu sprinted to the mirror, “What, he needs a list or something?”

Jack looked at Ruggie in silence before he pulled another chocolate from his bag, “If he asks, I'm telling him you got bribed.”

“Damn, the betrayal of it all…”

~OCTAVINELLE ~

The lounge was in a quiet period, both Azul and Jade in the back office looking over their weekly reports. While it would be briefly closed for the school-wide Valentine’s party they were going to open their doors again in the later hours. A romantic dinner under the sea was simply too good for any couple to pass up. And while it would cut into their own romantic endeavors, Azul was more than willing to make the sacrifice for the increase in sales.

Azul hums, looking through his papers with a furrowed brow, “Jade, do you have the drink sales? I can't find them.”

“Hm…No. I already reviewed them and sent them off to Sam via Floyd.”

A moment of silence passes in the room before Azul puts his papers down, eyes widening once he realizes the time, “Jade, it's been nearly an hour. He should have been back by now.”

“...” Jade looked up, closing his eyes as he sighed. They were so busy today, he had hoped his brother wouldn't cause trouble due to boredom or frustration that he couldn't see his ‘Goldfish’ until later that night. But it seemed, once again, his wishes had gone unanswered, “Would you like me to find him?”

Sighing, Azul shuffled his papers again. That was a disaster waiting to happen. While FLoyd was more prone to chasing his object of affection around, Jade was no better. As Yuu put it ‘Every brain cell starts to function only to get Trey’s attention’, “No. If he's not back in the next hour though, I'll have to deal with the price of losing your assistance-”

Suddenly the door bursts open, Floyd's wide grin the first thing they see, “I brought Shrimpy~!”

The red and white figure clutching to Floyd's back waves, “He brought me~!”

Jade smiles, moving to one side and giving Floyd a space to drop Yuu unceremoniously onto the couch, “Yuu, what a surprise. I assumed you would use the class-free day to sleep well until the PM.”

Yuu rolls their eyes, opening their tote and looking through it, “Oh trust me. I would be. Instead I'm being nice and running around the dorms to deliver cheer to you over-worked losers.”

Azul tilts his head into his palm, raising an eyebrow, “My pearl. I adore you, truly. But if this is one of your ‘pranks’-”

“Oh, my Seven. I do one thing and now I'm labeled as being a danger the second I wanna do anything!”

Floyd hummed, flopping into the opposite couch as he put his feet onto the coffee table, “I mean you did poison like…two dorms in one day.”

“I didn't directly poison anyone, so it wasn't my fault. Now shut up and take your treats.” Yuu grabbed out three bags, throwing them each at their respective owners, “Repayment isn't necessary, but you boys know I take cash, credit, or life debts.”

Floyd looks down at his bag, teal and light purple ribbons tying it closed. It was just…a big ball. It looked like a basketball, which was kind of cool, but looking at Azul and Jade's bags he couldn't help but pout.

Azul looked flustered at the bag. Tied closed with light purple and white ribbons filled with chocolate truffles shaped at Octopi, white chocolate pearlescent shell shapes and purple pearls scattered throughout.

Jade’s bag had the same ribbons as his, the bag filled with the same white chocolate pearly shells and a mix of milk and Dark chocolate mushroom shapes.

Floyd scowls, glaring at Yuu, “Shrimpy this is sucky. Why did you make my chocolate so lame!?”

Yuu only smiled, holding up their hand and making a squeezing motion that only served to make him angrier. Did they wanna be squeezed? Cause he'll do it. Instead, he looked at the chocolate in his hand, growling as he gripped it tighter. Eyes widening at how easily the chocolate gave under his fingers.

He instead started to giggle, eyes sparkling at seeing the basketball was just a shell and inside were the same pearly chocolate shells and even teal luster-dusted fish.

“Aw~! Shrimpy! This is so cool, how'd you make a chocolate shell like this?”

“You gotta make two halves, then melt them enough that the edges stick together. The hardest part is smoothing it out…”

Floyd hums, opening his bag and looking at the broken shell pieces, “Seems easy. I wanna try it.” He stood, ignoring Azul's stern calls about how he was supposed to be helping with the reports.

Azul scoffs, watching Floyd openly ignore him as he leaves the room, “Great, now he's going to play in the kitchen.” He turns to Yuu, shaking his head and sighing, “I really must find a way to weaponize you. I would send you into rival restaurants and it’d be burned to the ground in a matter of minutes.”

“What if it’s underwater?”

“We both know you’d find a way.”

Yuu laughs, patting their bag, “Keep talking about me like I’m a threat and I won’t give you your second present.”

“Oh?” Azul perks up, folding his hands under his chin and smirking, “First the chocolate and now a second present? If you didn’t owe me money, I’d think you were trying to butter me up for a favor.”

Yuu opens their mouth to reply, only to stop hearing a sniffle beside them. Azul and Yuu turn to the sound, Jade’s face schooled into a frown as he pitifully sniffles and wipes at none existent tears.

“...Jade?”

“Oh. Don’t mind me, the least favorite. You two continue to playfully flirt.”

Azul glares to the side, mumbling under his breath with a blush, “We aren’t flirting.”

Yuu smiled and shook their head, “I knew you’d do some shit like this…”

Jade sniffs again, deepening his frown as he tilts his head back, “So sorry, my tears must be bothering you both. I will try to cry more discreetly. Boo, boohoo.”

While Azul sighed at Jade’s theatrics and Jade increased his theatrics, Yuu reached into their tote and slowly pulled out a large toadstool mushroom. They made Jade hold his hand out palm up before gently placing the mushroom into Jade’s hand.

The Eelmer sniffs again, but brings the mushroom closer to his face to examine, “Hm…A lovely Toadstool sample…I suppose this will-” Jade jumps briefly, feeling the mushroom move of its own accord. He watches transfixed as the mushroom’s stem splits to reveal a small body, the top of the toadstool taking the place of a hat as tiny eyes blink up at him, “Oh!”

Yuu gestures to the fairy now sitting contently in Jade’s hand, “This is Franklin. Answer his three riddles and he will lead you deep into the woods to a mushroom patch you have never seen before.”

Jade smiles, his ‘sadness’ quickly forgotten as he and the fairy stare into each other's eyes, “Amazing. To think I would hold one of you elusive creatures in my hands after years of your tauntings!”

Franklin looks into the Eelmer's eyes mildly fearful, only to relax and perk up when Jade hands him a single mushroom-shaped chocolate. Nibbling it thoughtfully as Jade stands from the couch.

“I shall leave the two of you to your devices. Azul, I believe we were due for a break anyway. So if you'll excuse me, I have terrariums to share and riddles to solve.” Jade left just as quickly as Floyd did. A pep in his step and polite enough to close the door behind him.

Yuu stands, walking to Azul's desk and leaning their hip against it as they tauntingly poked his cheek, “And then there was one.”

Azul huffs, but still reaches his hand to hold Yuu's, his thumb lightly stroking the back of it, “Honestly. You joke they're my bodyguards, but they'd leave me to such a predator as you without a second thought.”

“Do you want me to leave?”

“Of course not. You have something of mine don't you?”

“Just because it’s a gift for you doesn’t mean it’s yours the second you know it exists.” But Yuu still hands over a large purple and teal-colored binder. Leaning farther on the desk until they were simply lying on the dark wood, kicking their feet as Azul looked through the binder.

“...” Azul was confused. He had expected something cute and disgustingly sentimental, photos of them or sweet messages of devotion. Instead, the binder started with a stylized page with what he recognized as Yuu’s measurements. Looking through the pages, he only saw photos of clothing, shoes, and accessories of his date-mate's preferred styles. Each photo came with a small tag showing the price and retailer. Flipping through more pages, Azul looks at Yuu over his glasses, “So…How is giving me your wishlist a present to me?”

Yuu smiles, taking a pen from his desk and marking a few hearts on certain photos as he turned the pages, “Well, this is an order guide for you. You buy me things from this handy little book and I’ll wear them for you.”

“Hmm. While I’m content to have an easy guide for the next few gifts I could acquire for you. Again, I ask, how is me buying you clothing a gift to me?”

“Well, I would hope you’d buy me a full outfit, but…” They shrug their shoulders, smiling coyly

Azul raised an eyebrow in question, only to have his expression grow flustered seeing what was on the next page. Lingerie, stockings, all manner of frilly scantily clad things. He brought the binder closer to his face, blue taking over his cheeks the more he turned the pages.

The binder was slammed closed once he reached the more…risque centered lingerie, eyes staring wide at the siren draping themselves across his desk, “...Oh…” He looks at the closed binder on his desk then back to Yuu. Soon he matches their teasing expression, leaning forward to brush their lips against each other, “I'll think about it~.”

The kiss they shared was quick, if only because Azul pulled away to push his chair back from the desk. He pats his thighs, eyes commanding Yuu to sit in his lap. And they do so easily, cuddling into his hold as they straddle him.

“Happy Valentine's Day, Azul~.”

“Happy Valentine's Day, my pearl. I will admit, this is a splendid way to spend my break.” He nuzzles into Yuu's shoulder, kissing along their neck softly as his hands start to wander. Letting out a whine when Yuu stops his hands and pulls away.

Yuu smiles at Azul's disgruntled expression, “Well?”

“...Well, what?”

“I gave you two presents. You gotta give me something if you wanna make out.”

Azul growls, pulling Yuu closer to bring them in for another kiss, growing more frustrated when the magicless mage leans away from his lips. Realizing with their current position he wasn't getting any more kisses unless Yuu leaned back toward him.

He sighs, reaching to open one of his desk drawers, “I'm not giving you my present until the exchange. You can live with being patient. But, my mother sent you a Valentine’s gift so I will give that instead.”

Yuu knew it was the right call to send chocolate to “Mama Grotto”. They just hoped that it'd survive and taste just as good in the sea.

Azul pulls out a flatl wrapped box, offering it to Yuu, “She kept insisting that I tell you I purchased it for you. I couldn't fathom why; you and my mother are on frighteningly good terms…”

Yuu opens the box, gazing curiously as they pull out a simple oyster. With the help of a letter opener and Azul's practiced hands, the oyster was opened to reveal a perfectly rounded teal pearl. Yuu gasps, eyes glittering at the small gem, “OH~! It's so pretty! I love it!”

Smiling, Azul rests a hand against his cheek, the other securely gripping Yuu's hip, “I'm glad. If you may, leave it here. I'll get it fashioned into a necklace for you.” He pushed up his glasses, mumbling under his breath as Yuu poked at the pearl, “Why would my mother insist this was a present from me…?” “Oh! Azul.” Yuu smiled, just on the edge of hysteria as they struggled to speak through their laughter. They had pulled the pearl out of its fleshy cushion, revealing the fact the pearl was already fashioned to be a very obvious engagement ring.

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Seven (JJK) Ch. 7 sneak peak!

Her forehead creased as her eyes bore into him. “What do you-… I am alive though? There had to have been a transplant.”

“No.” He bluntly denied it again. “Once you fainted after the Sukuna incident, we had a scan of your body done by the hospital and your heart shows no signs of ever being replaced.”

“But-” She traced the scar running down the center of her chest. “There's a scar. I know I had a transplant.” She grounded herself in her knowing that of course, she would know if she had a damn life-changing operation or not. It’s one of her memories that she does remember.

Gojo was already quite familiar with the girl's stubbornness. He picked up a piece of paper. (where did that come from, witch?) and slid it across to her.

“You did have an operation,” he clarified. “But, your heart wasn’t replaced. Instead, something was added.”

She felt like cold water was suddenly thrown upon her. The black and white X-ray crudely and intimately showed the most vulnerable and visceral organ. Atrophied, sickly.

“While the core of cursed energy normally comes from the stomach. Yours comes from your heart. Whatever was implanted is fueling your cursed energy and technique.”

They never replaced the heart.

Ba-dum. Ba-dum. Ba-dum.

What was keeping her alive then?

“It’s called a tsukumogami.” Yaga circled a dark shadow at the median of her heart. “It’s ancient sorcery from the Heian period when there was wide belief that all objects, inanimate or not, possessed a soul. Tsukumogami is a type of curse in which an object will be possessed by the “soul” of a curse, and become alive.”

The densest fog clouded her head. She could hear the words coming out of his mouth but couldn’t process them. Or maybe, she understood all too suddenly what this meant.

“It seems your tsukumogami was a piece of jade that houses a cursed spirit, the likes of which we do not know yet, and it is where you gain your cursed technique from. Since your heart was sick to begin with, the tsukumogami must be working as a sort of backup generator so that your heart could stay beating with the help of cursed energy.”

So the woman in her dreams is not just a dream… she’s living in her heart.

Ba-dum, Ba-dum, Ba-dum, Ba-dum, Ba-dum, Ba-dum, Ba-dum.

Her skin grew clammy at the thought, barbed wire encasing her like a prison from the inside out. Her body is not just hers. The only sanctitude she’s had over these years was spent with a parasite wriggling in her heart.

The fox-fire, the hand change, her siren voice…

If she could open up her chest herself and rip that thing out she would in a second.