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bueckerslover · 2 months

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tag, you’re it - m. sturniolo

pairing: stalker ! Matt x OC

warnings: stalking, cursing, pictures being taken without consent.

summary: daisy just moved to a new home in a new town what happens when matt takes interest in her?

the triplets live in boston and aren’t famous during this.

ALL OF THIS IS FAKE! THIS IS PURE FICTION! matt will never do anything that is written in this.

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USERNAME:matt******

PASSWORD: ********

open up file 5521?

yes no

FILE OPENED

NAME: Daisy Rose Larson

BIRTHDAY: July 10th, 2004

SIBLINGS: one sister. Alison Larson(12 years old)

PARENTS: Violet and James Larson

Daisy just moved a few houses down from me, she currently lives alone and moved here for college. She is nineteen years old, she loves to read and write she graduated from high school as a valedictorian. from what I could gather she has never had a boyfriend, she takes her studies very seriously.

matt looked away from his screen just in time to see her running around the block like she usually did every day in the afternoons, he ducked down a little to keep a closer look at her without letting her see him.

“MATT!” screamed Nick from the kitchen making matt quickly get up close his laptop and get out of his room “what?” he said looking at nick “i realized that we never properly introduced ourselves to the new girl that moved in a few houses down so we were wondering if you wanted to join us on saying hi” spoke chris while putting on his shoes “yea, i’ll go” replied matt putting his shoes on.

knock knock

the knocking grabs the girls attention as she pauses the show she’s currently watching and heads to the door to check who’s there, three figures are standing outside.

“hello?” she said softly as she opened the door to the three boys in front of her “hi, sorry to show up like this but we’re your neighbors we live a few houses down” nick spoke as he stretched out his hand for her to shake “hi, im daisy nice to meet you…” “nick!” he finished with a smile “these are my brothers matt and chris” he continued pointing at each one “nice to meet you guys come in!” she said opening her door more for the boys to walk in “your house is nice” spoke matt as he took in the layout of the house.

“thank you, i’m still decorating and what not but i’m glad you like it. would you guys like water? lemonade?” the girl asked making her way to the kitchen. “water is fine” matt and nick spoke at the same time “do you have pepsi by any chance?” asked chris getting a glance from matt and nick “what i really want a pepsi right now!” whisper chris to his brothers.

the girl made her way back to them with two waters and two pepsis giving them a smile “here you go water and pepsi”

friday march 16.

her house is beautiful she said she needed to decorate more but i genuinely think it looks fine the way she has it right now.

matt added more and more information about the girl as he progressively learned more about her. always keeping his eyes on her every time she left her house he would follow her “to make sure she was safe.”

he would also constantly take pictures of her, she went out for a walk? he was a few steps behind with his camera in hand snapping a photo, she was checking her mail? he was by his window sneaking pictures of her and looking around to make sure nick and chris didn’t catch him.

matt quickly made his way into his room locking the door behind him as he made his way into the foot of his bed pushing the floorboard down making it pop up, he pulled out a box with all the pictures he’s taken of her and the pictures of things she’s showed interest in. he added a few more photos he had taken earlier that week before placing it back to its original place.

as the girl opened her door about to leave for work she saw a box no mailing address and no sign from who it was from just her name on the top. she brought it inside deciding she’ll open it after her shift.

i have a spare minute she thought as she grabbed some scissors to open up the box. she gasped once she saw what was inside, a perfume she saw at the mall the week before. but who would buy this for me? i didn’t even mention it to anyone.. she thought. she let it go thinking maybe she let it slip awhile ago. she put it on and headed to work.

and that’s how it was for weeks any time she saw something she liked a week later it will show up on her doorstep. it weirded her out at first but she thought it was probably her parents sending her those things.

april 15.

she seems to really enjoy the gifts i’ve been giving her, she obviously doesn’t know it’s me who is giving them to her. she can’t know. no matter how much i want to tell her it can’t happen. i don’t need another incident like eliana. she seems different tho i don’t think i’ll have a problem with her.

daisy was taking one of her usual afternoon walks when suddenly matt’s car appeared next to her slowing down “hey, i was going out for ice cream wanna join?” he ask her as he kept looking to the road and back to her “um sure todays my cheat day anyway!” she laughed as he stopped for her to get in.

“so where are we going?” she asked as she paused her music “we’re going to tipping cow” “holy shit i’ve heard about that place but never had the opportunity to go!” she said with a smile.

the time they spent together the girl had a smile the whole time making the boy fall even more obsessed in love with her.

during that night once she got dropped off by matt she realized she needed to go grocery shopping. the clock read 10:30pm there’s nothing like going grocery shopping at night. she made her way to the grocery store since it was just a few blocks away from her neighborhood.

she was walking out of the grocery shop with a few bags worth of groceries when she heard footsteps behind her, ignoring them thinking it was her own she continued walking. but her gut feeling made her look behind her to see a man in all black following her. she ran as fast as she could throughout the whole parking lot until she got home.

weeks passed and she always had the feeling of being followed even if she wasn’t being followed. things stopped after weeks she finally felt free and not paranoid about constantly being watched.

or so she thought one certain day she was taking one of her usual walks around the neighborhood when she saw him again, the man in all black in front of her she quickly turned around and started running towards her house that was a couple blocks away. as she got in she locked her door and closed her curtains hoping that it would make her invisible.

ring ring

“h-hello?” she hesitantly answered

“you think you could run away from me? think again daisy you can never run away from me.” he spoke his voice deep and hoarse.

before going to sleep she made sure all her doors and windows were locked, she had her curtains closed. she took out the bat her dad had given her as a ‘safety weapon’ in case of emergencies like these.

that night everything was normal. the next morning she went out to check her mailbox when looking at them a certain envelope caught her attention “Daisy Larson” was in bolded letters when she opened it she found weeks worth of pictures of her. from her going on her daily walks to her being in class. she flipped the polaroid and in the bottom was written in red ink “say cheese”.

“say cheese?” she repeated in a whisper when suddenly she felt someone grab her from behind and put a cloth into her mouth. she struggled for a moment before knocking out.

DELETE FILE 5521?

DELETE SAVE

LOG OUT

YES NO

when daisy woke up she couldn’t move her arms and legs were tied up she tried screaming for help but the bandanna tied around her mouth prevented her from making any noise. she looked around the area analyzing it, it looked like an old basement or something similar to that she looked around for anything that could help her get out when her eyes landed on the wall in front of her in thick red bold letters was written:

TAG, YOU’RE IT. ;)

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hope y’all enjoy this um it was based off tag you’re it by melanie martinez (love her to death)

and hopefully this was good idek i feel like it’s rushed iddkkkk 😣😣😣

tags 🏷️: @breeloveschris @sturniolobendystrawsposts @hearts4chris @patscorner @lexisecretaccx @tubl-mc @junnniiieee07 @sturnioloblogs

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steinfellds · 1 year

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Picnic Date

Pairing: Wednesday x Fem!Reader

Summary: You drag Wednesday away from her typewriter to have a double date with Enid and Ajax in the forest.

1.1K Words

/ masterlist / / w.a masterlist /

The loud clicking of Wednesday’s typewriting was starting to bother you. She’s been writing for the past half hour, and you haven’t gotten a single second of sleep.

“Wednesday, can you please stop writing. It’s loud.” You whined out.

“I’m doing my one-hour writing time.” Her typing didn’t falter as she spoke.

“I can’t sleep.”

“You’re welcome to go back to your own room.”

“But I wanna hang out with my girlfriend.” You pouted, rolling dramatically onto your side so you could see Wednesday’s face.

Wednesday’s lip slipped up into a smile for a brief second before falling back to her emotionless face. “We hung out today.”

“You’re an asshole, you know that?”

The dorm’s door flew open suddenly, showing a very excited looking Enid on the other side.

“Wednesday, Y/n! Ajax and I are going on a picnic date in the forest, like right now, and we would like to know if you want to have a cute double date.”

“No, we would- “

“Of course, we would. It wouldn’t hurt for Wednesday to go outside and sit in the sun for a little bit.” You smiled at Enid, not missing the sour look that was given to you by your girlfriend.

“Great! Thing has basically already set it up, but he forgot to bring pillows, so just grab some before leaving.” Enid quickly turned away with a smile plastered across her face.

“I have a strong dislike to you sometimes.” Wednesday sighed, standing up from her desk.

“Right, and that’s why you asked me out.” You grabbed two of Wednesday’s pillows off her bed. “Let’s go.”

“It’s really cute what Thing set up, I think you’ll love it.” Enid cheerfully told you as she took a big step over a tree root.

Sometimes you wonder if Enid has any other emotions than happiness. You don’t think you’ve ever seen her not cheerful.

You felt Wednesday slip her hand secretly into yours. You glanced over at her with a smile. Wednesday is never too keen on PDA, but she’s been growing more comfortable over time.

“Here we are!”

You gasped at how cute it looked. There was a red plaid picnic blanket and a massive picnic basket. The view in front of the blanket looked over a beautiful lake which had ducks flying in the air and swimming in the water.

“Wow, and Thing set this up?” You asked, placing down Wednesday’s pillow so she could sit on it.

“Yep, spent the whole morning on it.” Ajax said, smiling when Enid rested her head on his shoulder.

“I’d preferred a blanket with less colour but at least it isn’t pink or something blinding like that.”

You hit Wednesday’s stomach softly with the back of your hand, giving her a look

“But even with the colour, it does look good.” Wednesday gave you an annoyed glare.

Enid laughed and started to pull food out of the picnic basket. Sandwiches, fudges, lemonade, and other things were placed in front of you.

You grabbed a sandwich off the plate, “Eat this. It looks good.” You pressed it against Wednesday’s lips waiting for her to take a bite.

“I’m capable of feeding myself.”

“Last time you ate a sandwich, it went all over your school uniform so I don’t think I can trust you. Open.” She opened her mouth reluctantly and took a bite, her annoyed look didn’t go away until you kissed her forehead.

“Taste good?” Wednesday nodded, pushing the sandwich away from her mouth and towards yours.

You took a bite out of the sandwich, “Mhh, it does taste good.”

When you got distracted talking to Enid and Ajax about school things, Wednesday took this as a chance to subtlety rest her head in your lap. Your hand immediately went to her head, and you started scratching at the back of her neck.

“We should probably head back now; we’ve been out here for an hour.” Enid checked her phone for the time.

Everybody hummed in agreement.

“Is she asleep?” Ajax pointed to Wednesday, groaning as he stretched his limbs.

“Yeah, she fell asleep 45 minutes ago.” You watched the way her chest rose and fell peacefully.

“She’s going to be grumpy when you wake her up.” Enid muttered, the memories of how she once woke up Wednesday flashing through her mind. She would never make the mistake of waking her up again.

“I’ll probably stay out here for a bit, it’s peaceful.”

Ajax and Enid nodded, “We would stay but we have to get back to do some…things.”

Your face scrunched up in disgust, “Yeah, please go make out somewhere far, far away from us.”

They both laughed before running off towards the school.

You brushed your hand softly over Wednesday’s cheek, mumbling her name softly. She stirred slightly and batted your hand away.

“Don’t whack my hand away.” You scolded.

Wednesday couldn’t supress the giggle that escaped her mouth. She sat up and rested her head against your shoulder.

“How long was I out for?”

“Almost an hour. You look pretty when you sleep by the way.”

Wednesday frowned and moved away from you, “Gross. Don’t ever say something like that again or I will throw up.”

“Wow, can’t even compliment my own girlfriend?” You rolled your eyes.

“No.”

Wednesday stood up and held her hand out, waiting for you to take it. You roughly grabbed it and pulled yourself to your feet.

“Hey!” Wednesday cried out in surprise. You almost pulled her to the ground.

“Sorry.” You sheepishly apologised.

Wednesday hummed, accepting your apology. She walked over to the lake and wrapped her arms around her chest. It was a chilly afternoon.

“It’s beautiful.” You replaced Wednesday’s arms with your own and pulled her closer to you.

“Not as beautiful as you are though.” Your flirting was hopeless and cringey, but it never failed to make a small smile appear on Wednesday’s lips.

“How romantic.”

You and Wednesday stood beside the lake for a while, enjoying each other’s presence. You never got to spend one-on-one time like this without the fear of somebody barging in on you.

“We better head back soon, it’s almost dinner.” You pulled your phone out to check the time.

“Then I can finally get back to my hour of writing time that you and Enid rudely stole me away from.”

“It’s okay to admit that you actually enjoyed socialising with your friends, Wednesday.”

She gave you a side-eye, “No comment.”

You laughed loudly. You found it hilarious how Wednesday would never admit to having enjoyed something, though she never has to admit it with you. You always know when she’s enjoying herself.

“Wanna race back to school?” You got in the stance to start running.

“Absolutely not.” Wednesday stared at you, unamused at the idea of running through a forest.

“I’ll meet you there!” You quickly sped off, weaving your way around trees and bushes.

Wednesday sighed softly before running after you with a massive smile on her face.

#wednesday x reader #wednesday x you #wednesday x y/n #wednesday addams x reader #wednesday addams x you #wednesday addams x y/n #wednesday addams #wednesday

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andypantsx3 · 1 year

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Deceiving the Duke | 3 | Todoroki Shouto

pairing: Todoroki Shouto x Female Reader

length: 3.1k of 30k words | 3rd of 9 chapters

summary: When Camie Utsushimi elopes on the eve of her society debut, scandal threatens to destroy the family’s prospects. It’s up to you, a maid, to impersonate Camie throughout the Season, long enough that her elder sister can make a match. The only trouble? Lord Shouto Todoroki is also intent on making a match—and that match, quite impossibly, appears to involve you.

tags/warnings: romance, regency au, class differences, hidden identity/identity porn, aged up characters, eventual smut

Things were quiet the following week.

You successfully attended two other balls with no mishaps like your first, and an afternoon tea with some lady or another. You were careful to duck out of sight any time you caught a flash of red or white hair, and you stuck close to Caroline except for when she was whisked onto the dancefloor by some interested gentleman.

You seemed to draw little notice, except for a few younger sons of minor families. You eagerly waved your dance card full of made-up names at them when they approached, feigning regret. If any of them noticed you did not stand up with anyone after that, however, they were too polite to say so.

You spent the rest of your time outside of events agonizingly refitting all of Camie’s new dresses, astounded by the sheer number, going to bed every evening with your fingers numb and your eyes burning. Caroline kept up your dance lessons and tried valiantly to appoint you with some conversational tips that would keep you from exposing yourself as the servant you were, which you dutifully memorized.

You also wrote to Camie, addressing the letter to her eventual home at Lord Yoarashi’s estate. His staff would hopefully know where to forward it to. You told her of the harebrained scheme you had gotten yourself into, the horrifying run-in with Lord Shouto Todoroki, and your absolute certainty that this had all been a mistake.

A week and a half into said harebrained scheme, Lady Cathleen Bate hosted a ball at the assembly rooms. You wiggled into a cream-colored gown you’d prioritized fixing because the wispy material was so easy to work with—but you were quite regretting it now. It was awfully sheer, enough that you kept returning to Camie’s looking glass, nervous that your underpinnings might be fully visible through the fabric.

You tried to call as little attention to your bare decolletage as possible with a borrowed set of Caroline’s tiniest paste jewel set, but felt like every judgmental eye in the assembly rooms would flicker your way regardless. You hoped the relatively low profile you’d cultivated thus far would spare you.

When you arrived, you quickly filled your dance card with a suite of made up names once more, snickering to yourself as you penned in former king Yaoyorozu’s name and a slew of stupid things like Lord Scotchwaffles and Mr. Placeholder.

There was a small commotion as you made your way to the Utsushimis’ usual camp out along the fringes of the dance floor, watching across the room as a young lady in an elaborate headdress suddenly swooned onto the gentleman next to her.

You started when you realized the gentleman in question was none other than Lord Shouto Todoroki–and he looked bemused to suddenly have an armful of unresponsive woman. His face went carefully blank and he held her out from him, the way one did a baby that had soiled itself. You had to bite a laugh off into your glove. He really looked like nothing would make him happier than just dropping her.

Two mismatched eyes suddenly darted up, catching yours. Your laughter seized in your throat, turning into sputtering coughs, and you ducked behind Mrs. Utsushimi for cover.

You kept yourself hidden behind her silhouette as best you could for the next few hours, with the occasional break to fetch lemonade. Caroline was on and off the dance floor, and you thought you recognized one of her partners as a gentleman from last time–a Mr. Yosetsu Awase, untitled but kind and reliable, according to town gossip.

Fumbling around behind Mrs. Utsushimi, you accidentally bumped elbows with a pair of gentlewomen halfway through the ball. You murmured an apology, but they waved you off cheerfully, and leaned in to introduce themselves instead.

One of them was short and voluptuously curvy, with fawn brown hair and rosy cheeks–Miss Ochako Uraraka, whose family, like Camie’s, was untitled but landed, occupying the lower rungs of the peerage. The other woman had long green tresses that complimented her spring green gown, and wore them bound up at the back of her head, with big dark eyes fringed with long lashes–the Viscountess Tsuyu Asui.

“You’re Camie Utsushimi,” Miss Uraraka said, her voice high and sweet. “I saw you at the Monomas’, running for some lemonade.”

You choked, and fluttered your fan uselessly for a moment. “I—well, yes. It’s all rather a lot, isn’t it? The season?”

Lady Asui nodded vigorously. “Horrible, really. Like we’re at market.”

You laughed. You had to agree. Even knowing you’d be able to retire this scheme at the end of the season, this brief period had felt much like you were a fruit put out on a seller’s stand, to be inspected and purchased at a shopper’s whim. In this thing, the nobility were so much less fortunate than you were.

“Are there really no gentlemen you fancy?” you asked curiously, and Miss Uraraka blushed a furious shade of pink.

“No,” she squeaked out, a transparent yes even to someone who’d only just met her.

“She does but she’ll never admit it,” Lady Asui told you, smiling. “He’s not in attendance this season, at any rate, but she still comes hoping to hear news of him from his friends.”

“Who?” you asked.

Lady Asui cast a fond look at Miss Uraraka. “I’ll not say, but if you want to figure it out yourself, a chat with Lord Tenya or Lord Shouto would be most enlightening.”

You froze up at the mention of Lord Shouto again, eyes quickly darting about to make sure he hadn’t spotted you again. The last thing you needed was for him to accidentally spill the details of your conversation—and how improperly you’d spoken to a man who was possibly the future prince-consort of the empire, if rumors about his interest in Princess Yaoyorozu were to be believed.

Lord Tenya Iida, you remembered from the strategic dissections Mrs. Utsushimi and Caroline had done last season, was a baron, extensively landed, and a very respectable match for any young lady of good breeding. Like Lord Shouto, he was someone you would not want to be seen with, if you cared to minimize the fallout once your scheme had been exposed.

“It shall remain a mystery,” you said decisively.

Miss Uraraka looked surprised. “You don’t intend to meet either?”

You shook your head. “I’d prefer to wait, um, several more seasons before setting sights on a gentleman.”

Lady Asui tapped her chin with her fan. “Lord Shouto is sure to make a match this season or next—he’s got his pick, if he wants it. I take it you’ve heard about his courting Princess Yaoyorozu?”

Your skin prickled with the mention of him again, the memory of his eyes picking over you in the dark replaying itself in the back of your mind. “I have, yes. Perhaps that’s the wisdom in my choice–I’d hate to covet something of the princess’s.”

Miss Uraraka laughed, high and pretty. “This whole empire is hers–I wish you luck.”

You smiled. “I’ll set my sights on something smaller she’ll miss less, then.” Like a pile of money and a comfortable position at Camie’s new estate.

Lady Asui made a small noise in her throat, and you turned to look at her curiously. “That rather large something is headed this way,” she said, looking interested.

Your heartbeat spiked. Surely Lord Shouto wasn’t coming over to talk to you–to reprimand you for pelting him with apricot cakes, was he? He’d so far kept his distance, and you’d thought he meant to forget the whole thing. Regardless, you searched out a gap in the throng of people lining the dance floor, identifying your quickest escape route.

“I find I am suddenly parched,” you announced, snapping your fan shut. “A delight to make your acquaintances.” You made to dart for safety, but a deep voice stopped you.

“You must allow me,” someone intoned from behind you, and all your blood stopped in your veins. Slowly, you turned, finding Lord Shouto himself standing in front of you, immaculately outfitted in a dark coat and waistcoat, a silk neckcloth tied at his throat. He was even more handsome in direct candlelight, his features so careful and symmetrical, those mismatched eyes pinned directly to yours.

“I—you—um, Your Grace,” you said, frantically digging up the modes of address Caroline had gone over with you. You dropped a curtsey, heart pounding. “You’ll have to excuse me—I, the lemonade—”

A tiny smile prodded at the corner of his mouth, and you followed his gaze as it dropped to a glass of lemonade clutched in his fingers, which he pressed towards you.

“I recall you are fond of it,” he said, and your panic fully seized you. Miss Uraraka and Lady Asui’s attentions fixed on you with sharpened interest.

“I–-thank you,” you said miserably, accepting the proffered drink. You pressed it to your mouth to save you from having to supply any other conversation. You thought his eyes followed it to your mouth, and you wondered if there was some aspect of social etiquette you’d just violated for him to watch you so.

“I had hoped you might accompany me for a dance,” Lord Shouto said in that mind-numbingly low tone.

The lemonade hit the back of your throat wrong. You hurriedly flapped your dance card at him, feigning apology. “I’m afraid I’m terribly overcommitted,” you choked out quickly.

Those eyes darted up to yours curiously again, and he rather unexpectedly reached forward to grasp your dance card, reading it over with some interest.

“‘Lord Scotchwaffles’, ‘Mr. Placeholder’,” he echoed, the hint of a smirk pulling at his full mouth. “I cannot say I am acquainted with either.” He paused. “It looks like your next dance is reserved for King Yaoyorozu himself.”

Your insides shriveled up. “I—”

“Unfortunate that he will be unable to make it, bedridden as he’s been for the past decade,” Lord Shouto said. “I will be happy to stand up with you instead.”

Ice crept up your veins, stiffening your limbs. Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck!

What was he plotting? Why go to the trouble of asking you for a dance if he was put out with the way you’d acted at the Monomas’? Was this some ploy designed to embarrass Camie and her family?

“I’ll hold your lemonade for you,” Miss Uraraka said, incredibly unhelpfully. Dainty fingers pulled the glass out of your hand, and Lord Shouto seized the moment, taking your hand and tugging you out onto the dancefloor just as the players readied themselves for a new song.

Your heart hammered in your mouth as you arranged yourself against him. His shoulder was horribly strong under your hand, his grip on you gentle but firm. You looked up into his face to find him watching you impassively.

You dimly recognized the music as it began, frantically dredging your brain for the steps Caroline had drilled into you. Thankfully you were able to slip into step along Lord Shouto, following his lead effectively, if not smoothly.

“You’ll have to forgive me,” you told him, for something to say. “This is my first dance–I’m relatively unpracticed.”

His fingers flexed where they held you, and he looked rather—smug?–-to note it.

“So long as it is better than your Ancient Greek,” he said, “I believe you will do well.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, your ears heating. “Well if that’s the case, I’m a comparative expert.”

A hint of a smile touched his mouth, and he spun you, catching your waist back in his hand in a way that sent a shiver skittering up your spine. “You are well-outfitted for prospect stealing, then.”

You scowled up at him, catching a little indent at the corner of his mouth, like he was teasing you.

“My objective is not thievery,” you sniffed. “For the purposes of this season I am simply observing, like a naturalist.”

“And what have you observed?” he asked as he spun you into him again. He was so close you could feel rather than hear the end of his question.

“That there is nothing natural about it,” you said, catching a glimpse of a couple frowning mother-daughter pairs at the end of the dance floor. It made you want to curl into Lord Shouto–to hide from their calculating gaze–but of course he was the whole reason they were glaring.

You decided to take the opportunity to remind him there were better dance partners available, whatever his purpose for calling you out here. “And that I’m rather underqualified. Did you know my Latin is just as bad as my Greek?”

“Your interests must lie elsewhere, then,” Lord Shouto said, gazing down at you curiously. “What are your hobbies?”

How to tell a nobleman that you had almost none? Servitude did not leave much time for hobbies, except for when Camie had insisted to her mother she had absolutely ruined a gown and would need to borrow you for hours–only to surprise you with a tray full of snacks, a few lurid novels, and hours of gossip. You could also play a mean game of cards, but of course it would be improper to tell a gentleman that.

“They’re secret,” you told him.

A white eyebrow went up. “Hurling apricot cakes at unsuspecting gentlemen, perhaps?” he asked.

You sniffed and purposefully trod on his foot. “Only when they surprise me in dark rooms.”

“I believe you surprised me,” Lord Shouto said. “I’d thought you meant to spring a trap closed on me.”

You look up at him, perplexed—then flushed furiously when it dawned on you. No wonder he’d asked whether he was free to go! “You thought I’d meant to trap you in an indecency scandal when I’d never even met you?”

Lord Shouto blinked slowly. “It would have been a bold debut.”

You shook your head furiously. “Rest assured, I have no designs on marriage at this time. Even if I wanted–” You cut yourself off, horrified that you’d almost just let slip your predicament, to the most powerful of persons you meant to fool.

Lord Shouto looked curious and bent his head towards you. “Even if you wanted—?”

You shook your head, and a small frown marred the beauty of his perfect mouth. “I’m talking nonsense.”

“I like nonsense,” he said earnestly—his tone surprising you.

You were thankfully saved from having to respond by the song ending, forcing the two of you into genuflections across from one another. You quickly backed up, as if to leave the dancefloor, but Lord Shouto’s hand snapped out, catching your wrist.

“Perhaps you might tell me about it over another dance?” He asked, his tone low, almost intimate.

Your stomach churned. A horrible little part of you wanted to–had liked how strong he felt under your hands, how sure his hands were around your waist, how upsettingly beautiful his face was up close. But you would not say more. And Caroline had informed you just this afternoon that an invitation to share more than one dance indicated some interest.

You doubted Lord Shouto had any real interest in you–but you could ill afford to draw more attention to the Utsushimi family than you already had.

“I am afraid I am spoken for—” you started, and Lord Shouto’s mouth hitched at the corner.

“I don’t see Lord Scotchwaffles at present,” he said, stepping closer to you.

It brought his horribly beautiful face that much close to yours, and you panicked, searching for a solution.

A memory of Lord Shouto earlier this evening flashed past your eyes–the swooning maiden, whom he’d looked like he wanted to drop. You could see his blank, uncomfortable expression, the way he’d held her away from him in fairly overt distaste. It was clear he did not much appreciate the dramatic machinations of eager young ladies.

Well, you could afford a bruised tailbone in pursuit of your escape. Here went nothing.

You quickly fluttered your hand in front of you, clutching your side like you were winded. You let out a noise like a wounded animal gasping for breath. You caught Lord Shouto’s eyes widening before you pitched sideways, closing your eyes and bracing for impact.

But the impact never came–-instead you collided with something firm, but much softer than the hardwood. Your stomach jolted as you were suddenly shifted and two strong arms went under you, pulling you close to a warm, hard chest.

“Miss Utsushimi,” Lord Shouto’s deep voice resounded in your ear, sounding concerned. Your heart rate doubled, realizing he’d picked you up, and the swaying motion meant he was carrying you somewhere.

Seven hells, you’d not meant for him to catch you!

“Miss Utsushimi, are you well?” Lord Shouto’s voice came again, and you were gently deposited upright, onto something cushiony–a chair. Two warm hands roamed over you, and you peeked an eye open to catch sight of Lord Shouto’s attentive gaze on you. His hand came up to take your chin, tilting your face to his.

An entire conservatory of butterflies erupted in your stomach at the gentle touch. Those mismatched eyes roved over you with worry–and something shrewder, almost like intrigue.

“Are you well?” he asked again, as over his shoulder you could see a crowd beginning to form–Lady Asui and Miss Uraraka, Caroline and Mrs. Utsushimi.

“I–yes–the dance must have winded me,” you said, quickly supplying an excuse. “I’m alright. But I’m afraid I should not dance any more.”

Lord Shouto watched you for a moment longer, before something that was most definitely a knowing little smile touched the corner of his mouth. “Of course,” he said, a strange hitch like amusement in his voice.

You startled, disliking his unexpectedly warm reaction. The point had been to scare him off, not entertain him!

But then Mrs. Utsushimi was carving a path through the crowd with Caroline at her side. Caroline looked worried, but Mrs. Utsushimi could not have looked more put out with you had she tried, though she rallied a valiant cry of, “Camie! Are you alright? We’ll take you home at once.”

“Yes, yes, I’m quite alright,” you said again, quickly sitting up, which brought you in even closer proximity to Lord Shouto, who hadn’t moved.

And it was then, in that moment, with Lord Shouto leaning over you with his eyes glittering, that you thought you were perhaps not alright. With butterflies tickling your stomach, and all your nerves alight under his touch—you realized you were, in fact, the opposite of alright.

You were in trouble.

Horrible, terrible trouble—in the shape of one handsome duke, who was perhaps shaping up to be much more shrewd than you had expected.

#todoroki shouto x reader #todoroki x you #shouto todoroki x reader #shoto x you

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paintyoureyeswithavividmind · 9 months

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close to home | chapter fifty

plot: war comes to Alexandria and the reader stops at nothing to keep Daryl alive

series masterlist

Pairing: Eventual Daryl Dixon x f!reader Word Count: 1,983 Warnings: violence, blood, typical twd A/N: thank you for reading!!!

You were with Daryl. Of course, you were. Neither of you would have it any other way, and Rick knew it too. So you stood by his side, behind the car with spikes through it, as you listened to the sound of the saviors approaching. You glanced at Rosita, who was pacing back and forth. Tara was a few feet from you, and you could feel her anxiety rippling off her.

But for once, you felt okay, like you could do this. You ad the Scavengers, and you could all take on Negan.

You weren’t entirely surprised to see Eugene standing with the saviors. He would’ve folded immediately to Negan, and you knew he would. Eugene wanted to stay alive and would find any way to do it. Even if that meant betrayal.

You softly grabbed Daryl's forearm as you listened to Eugene try to get Rick to surrender. He didn’t flinch or tense at your touch, and you took a half step closer to him.

When you saw Rick give Rosita the sign to delineate the bomb, Daryl stepped in front of you, and you both waited to hear it go off. But only silence followed. Your stomach dropped, and you looked up at Rick just in time to see Jadis pull a gun on him.

It all happened at once. You had two guns on you.

You could feel the anger radiating off Daryl, and you shook your head when you met his eyes. There was a better time for him to do something stupid.

The gate opened, and you watched as the saviors took the bomb from the truck. Your heart was beating quickly, and you felt your own anger radiating. You wanted to kill every last of them, starting with the man with the gun on Daryl.

Your tingers switched when you saw Negan again for the first time and watched as he hopped up onto the bed of the truck, where a coffin was waiting.

“I want every last grain of lemonade you got left,” Negan continued to explain, “I want a person of your own choosing for Lucille. Daryl. Oh, I gotta get me my Daryl back.”

Then his eyes landed on you, and he paused for a moment. You couldn’t decipher what his eyes said, not that you ever could. But something in them changed for a moment. Then, “And I want my wife back.”

Daryl took a step forward, blocking you from his vision. The guns followed him, and you carefully watched the man closest to him.

“Maybe this time I’ll have to take out the competition,” You heard Negan say, and you fisted your hands and bit down on your lip hard enough to taste blood.

After Negan threatened to kill Sasha and everyone else, Rick demanded to see her. Of course, Negan made a joke about it, and you assumed he went to open it up because you heard the bat hitting the coffin.

“Holy God damn!” Negan yelled.

You heard gunshots and watched above as Carl made the first move. Then Daryl shot the man with the gun pointed at him and then at you. You spun around and raised your rifle, aiming at every scavenger around you.

You saw Rosita go down out of the corner of your eye, and you ducked behind the car, popping up to shoot at the saviors. You’d already taken out four scavengers around you, and you wanted blood from the saviors now.

Tara called your name but you ignored it, following Daryl towards the gate and standing side by side with him. The kickback from the gun was already bruising your shoulder but you ignored it, trying to gun down every single person you could.

“Go with ‘em,” Daryl yelled to you over the gunfire.

You shook your head and pressed the trigger, watching one of the savior's head explode from the bullet. “Who’d cover your ass then?” You sarcastically said, taking down another savior.

The two of you worked your way away from the gate, where there was too much heavy fire. He covered you while you ducked behind one of the trucks, and then you did the same for him.

You could still hear gunshots all around the community, and you took a deep breath and looked at Daryl. You could tell he was worried. Things didn’t exactly look good for Alexandria, and if it fell, he’d die, and you’d be back to being Negan’s whore.

Biting your lip, you peeked around the truck and watched Carl disappear around the street by himself, shooting away.

“Carl’s alone!” You yelled over the gunfire. “We have to get to him!”

Daryl nodded at you, and you took a deep breath before giving the street a quick look and making a break for the tree across the street. The two of you covered each other up to the road, where you finally saw Carl surrounded.

“No,” You mumbled, switching out your ammo and making a break for it, ignoring Daryl’s yell. You gunned down the three men around him before they knew what hit them and reunited with Carl.

“I said wait, dammit,” Daryl yelled when he caught up to you.

“I don’t know where my dad is,” Carl said. “I didn’t see him. Are you guys okay?"

Before you or Daryl could reply, saviors approached you. You pushed Carl behind you, and Daryl stood in front of you both. You all raised your guns, but it wouldn’t do a damn thing. There were too many of them.

You swore under your breath and lowered your gun. It was over.

The saviors brought you to the yard across the street, where you were forced on your knees. You and Daryl side by side with Carl at the center. You tried to fight with each step, but nothing helped.

Then you saw Negan, and you felt like throwing up. You wanted to rip his throat out and watch him die. But you knew you wouldn’t be seeing that today.

“(Y/N), baby,” Negan said when he approached you. “I thought we had something special.”

“Leave her be,” Daryl spat.

“I don’t think my wife would appreciate that,” Negan sneered as he got eye level with you. He stared at you for a long moment before tucking your loose bangs behind your ear. “You’ll have to spend some time in the box, maybe work for some points. But don’t worry, baby, it won’t be long before we keep each other warm.”

Your lips twitched in anger, and you spat directly onto his face, which contorted into bitterness you’d never seen on him before. “Fuck you! I’d rather die before ever going back there.”

Negan wiped your spit away from a handkerchief that Simon handed him, and he chuckled. “I believe you know that won’t happen, baby.”

Then he stood up and walked away from you, and you looked at Daryl with tears. The thought of returning to the Sanctuary, of being Negan’s wife again, you wanted to scream and tear out your hair; you wanted to gun down everyone here to prevent that from happening. There is nothing that would ever make you go back there.

You were trying to suppress your cries when Rick showed up, hurt, but it didn’t look serious. He was made to kneel next to Carl, and you felt like you would be sick. Negan was going to do something terrible.

Negan made a big show of it; of course, he did. Talking to Rick and belittling him in every way, mocking and playing his stupid little game. Every jibe made you want to scream for your friend and leader, who you loved both so much.

“I’m gonna kill Carl now,” Negan said, and your blood ran cold. “I’m gonna make it one, nice, hard swing; try to do it in one ‘cause I like him,”

You couldn’t hear the rest of what Negan said as you stared at Carl, your tongue heavy in your mouth. Just like at the lineup, all of a sudden, you couldn’t talk. You couldn’t scream. You couldn’t do anything. You just wanted to jump in front of Carl and take the blow for him. But you wouldn't even make it close with a dozen guns between you and him.

You watched in agony as Negan lifted Carl’s hat off and lined up the hit, and then in a blur of orange and black, you saw Shiva attack. In everyone’s half-second of surprise, gunshots rang out.

You stood and punched the guy closest to you, knocking him over. You grabbed his dropped weapon and started shooting at anyone. You could see Daryl doing the same out of the corner of your eye as you brought down savior after savior.

Then you heard King Ezekiel, and you paused for a moment as you watched the Kingdom flood in, with Carol and the King at the front. A smile broke out on your face, and you spun around, pulling the trigger repeatedly as you pushed the saviors back.

When you saw your cousin leading the Hilltop, your heart was beating faster than you ever thought it could, and you believed this was it. This was your stand, and you were going to win.

In the chaos of the fight and your need for revenge against the saviors, you kept a quick pace as you killed man after man, woman after woman. Your body count must’ve reached two dozen by now, and if it was hand to hand, you’d be soaked in blood.

You’d just turn the corner, killing another savior, when your gun clicked empty, and you grabbed another from the ground. You heard close gunfire, and you followed the sound. You were near the gate now, and there was smoke in the air. Some type of gas bomb.

You saw Daryl behind one of the cars, but you were too far away to get his attention. But you were in perfect view of seeing who was before and behind him. Within seconds, the saviors would have him cornered. And as much as you believed in his abilities, there were seven of them.

You swore under your breath and looked around to see if anyone else was with you, but everyone was scattered. There were enemies everywhere.

Then you looked again at Daryl and thought about how much you love him and realized that there was one thing that would make you go back to the Sanctuary.

You dropped the gun and started running towards the gate. “Hey!” You screamed. You heard Daryl yell something at you, and then you heard your cousin from somewhere, but you ignored them both.

“I bet I’ll fetch you a nice prize with Negan,” You told the group of the saviors closest to you. “But this offer expires, so we better go now,”

You were apprehended immediately, hands roughly pushing you forward. You heard gunshots from behind you, and one of the men to your left dropped dead, while the others quickened their pace.

You were shoved towards Negan’s truck and lifted and thrown in while men followed you. You hit the truck bed face first and immediately felt the blood from your nose. But when you sat up and looked out the back towards Alexandria, your heart broke as the truck started to move.

Everyone was there and firing after the trucks. Your entire family ran after you until the truck was too far away. The last thing you could make out was Daryl dropping to his knees. And it brought tears to your eyes as you thought about what you’d just given up and what you gave it up for.

#daryl x reader #daryl dixion x reader #the walking dead daryl #daryl fanfiction #daryl dixon #daryl x y/n #daryl dixon x reader #twd #daryl twd #daryl x you

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penbwl · 7 months

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What would your ducks do if they went up to a man running a lemonade stand?

Bum bum bum

“Got any peas?”

#I’ve never fed my ducks grapes before I’m afraid #pippin #peach #parsley #ask

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br0-k3n-sch00lb01 · 13 days

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Did i ever tell you the tale. That belongs to a fox. That was crucified. Now, later this kid named basil took the fox but then kel came along but since kel was the real slim shady pulled out an smg to liberate guam. Now, basil wasnt happy that kel the real slim shady was liberating guam. So he said hey im gonna use this tail i took from a crucified fox ima use it to smack kel. When he pulledniut this fox tail kel was so distirbed so disgusted by this powerful device used to liberate places. Used to liberate kingdoms! That can move mountains! So kel called in sans undertale but sans undertale said DUDE IM PLAYIN FORTNITE and kel said can u like get over here at 5 and sans said No im talking to my gf on vrchat. So sans was not available so kel had to call kanye west. But kanye was too busy giving a speech on flowers. And basil was loik OH MOI GAWSH!! A SPEACH ON FLAWAS!? So that distracted basil. Now heres the thing meanwhile gregory fnaf sb was robbing Guam. After kel liberated it now ur asking HOW IS THIS RELEVANT right. Well kel already liberated guam. So he commited a crime. So he went to the timeout corner. And while there he found the one piece. He said yk what ill sell it to highest bidder. Kel wanted one piece. Not THE onxe piece just one piece and accidentally misread the sign on facebook marketplace. Now anyways so kel buys the one piece thinking it was one singular peice but he finds out hes very. Very powerful. Kel has god power. But there were dragons flying around fighting eachother and the ninjago squad were there. Kai shhot down a dragon no ALL of the dragons. And then those dragons balls fell down. The 7 dragonballs fell down. And hit basil on the head. Basil got unconscious and had to go to the hospital where his surgeon dr mario had to do frontal lobe surgery bc basil was playing fnaf 4 mentally. Ok what happens next well basil then collects the dragonballs to sell on Ali Express. Then basil says huh there are seven of these dragons balls! Then instead of selling em he says ‘yk what would be kinda hype? If i had one for all!’ Then all of the magical orbs that just gave basil a heavy concussion disappeared!! And basil felt very powerful. Then basil said yk what ima go over to kels place and blow it up with the one for all. And after basil did that Nato was very unhappy. And said erm scuse me u cant blow ip random neighborhoods and basil said whatchu gon do about it and then nato put article 5 into action and started ww3 now what does the is have to do w anything . Well mexico was involved in this and donald trump was very unhappy and screamed ILLEGALS IN MY YARD. And then decided yk what ima build a wall so he cranked 90s several times until he had a wall that was very tall. But that didnt stop the mexican gov so the said yk what lets fly over the wall so they tp to buildlimit. Webt to where basil was . But then suddenly out of nowhere there was a duck. And he went to the lemonade stand. The mecico gov soldiers were like WOAH WOAH WOAH we cant let that happen!! So they arrested the duck before he got there. They knew he would ask for grapes it was a canon event they disturbed.

PART 2?!??

#charlie rants #omori #host post #omori fanfic #Crackpost

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boysbellyrubs · 9 months

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Caine and Quinn! They are some of my favourite OCs ever, and I'd love another scenario with them. Maybe Quinn as the sickie?

ah i love you for this. i tried to do some onomatopoeia with the vomiting in this one, not much since I'm awkward with it but hopefully it's okay hehe.

Seeing a movie at 8pm was normally quite fun. They could hang out all day, get some food at the theatre and then watch a movie like they were having a night in. Why wouldn’t that be fun?

You see, after a day of being in public, of eating, of being on your feet, you tend to get a bit tired. This is what was happening to Quinn at this very moment. They were standing in line and he just couldn’t stop himself from swaying and leaning over like he was being suspended from the ceiling. He was exhausted.

“What’s up, Quinn?” Caine asked. He was upright, perfectly poised.

Quinn groaned, knocking his head into Caine’s elbow. “I’m so tired. I can’t wait to sit in this movie and just do nothing.”

Caine laughed, one of his hands coming up to ruffle Quinn’s hair. “Don’t fall asleep just yet, you’ve been looking forward to this movie for ages.”

They were actually out to see Oppenheimer, and Quinn had been excited for ages but as of right now he would rather be anywhere else. Preferably over a toilet. His stomach had been bothering him ever since they stopped to grab a snack at McDonalds. So far in life he had never been betrayed so badly by them but today was just not his day.

The line shifted and Caine spoke to the worker, ordering both of them popcorn and some fizzy drinks. Just what Quinn wanted. However, as Caine paid for their overpriced food, he straightened his back and followed Caine quietly through the theatre. Perhaps sitting down for three hours was going to do him some good. The theatre was packed with people wearing pink and loudly talking about the movie they had just watched.

“Next week we should see Barbie. I’ve got to see Ryan Gosling’s boobs.” Caine said, pointing at the poster in the hall. Quinn hummed.

They made it to their theatre and the search for their seats began. Caine ducked his head to read the numbers sideways and eventually found their row. Never in Quinn’s life had he thought movie theatre seats were this comfortable. He sank into the leather and quickly put his drink and popcorn down.

“Ugh, I’m actually going to pass away.”

“Please don’t.” Caine said. He looked at Quinn a bit closer as he said that. Quinn watched his eyes scrunch up a little. “Are you sure you’re alright? You look a bit pale.”

Quinn nodded sluggishly. “Oh, yeah, I’m fine. Don’t worry about me.” He was going for sarcasm, but perhaps he wasn’t so versed in that language as he thought he was because Caine just nodded and sat back in his seat. He munched on his popcorn as they waited and Quinn was only imagining the kernels landing in his own volatile stomach, imagining the taste and feel and the weight of them inside his belly. He groaned quietly as it gurgled.

A quick peek down at his middle, he noticed his shirt was a little tight and the pressure on his waistband. He ran a curious hand down it and felt the little give of his skin. He was in for a rough night. As his hand moved down, his eyes drifted over to his drink. A simple lemonade, but that was supposed to help upset stomachs right? Plus, it might get some of the air in his belly before the movie began.

He begrudgingly pulled himself up and grabbed his drink. Taking a small sip, he immediately felt the liquid join the spoiled food in his belly and it made a gross gurgling noise as it did. He winced.

“Was that your stomach?” Caine was staring at his profile, phone lighting up his face.

Quinn nodded. “It’s okay, just digesting.” He waved his boyfriend off and continued taking small sips of his drink. The carbonation was helping him feel a little better and he burped quietly into his fist. Thank god the theatre hadn’t filled up just yet. He continued with this strategy until the lights went down and there was a stranger sitting next to him. His popcorn lay untouched throughout.

With the movie beginning, Quinn let his mind drift away from his sore tummy and onto the movie. He managed about an hour before things took a turn for the worse. He had been drinking his lemonade slowly, and soon enough he needed to piss. There was a moment where it seemed like nothing was happening so he quickly whispered he was going to the bathroom to Caine and slipped out of his seat. His belly sloshed as he stood, full of fizzy and food, and he resisted putting his hand on it. The walk to the bathroom was tortuous, Quinn was holding back burps with every step and the steps weren’t helping.

Eventually, he made it and in the privacy of the bathroom he let himself burp louder. Belches sounded around the echoey walls of the bathroom and he rubbed his belly as he let them up. It was still extremely bloated, it seemed his scheme hadn’t worked out in his favour. The nausea wasn’t so bad anymore, but it was uncomfortable to deal with a stomach so swollen he looked like he was with child. His entire stomach was tight, top to bottom, whatever was inside him was wrecking carnage on his insides.

A rippling cramp shot through his middle. He bent over and let out a grunt. He didn’t know how he was going to continue for another two hours. However, having spent enough time in the bathroom he washed his hands and returned to the theatre. Quinn almost tripped over his own feet walking back in, and having to bend over to not get in the way of the film felt like he was going to explode.

He flopped down into his seat. A mistake. As he landed, it disrupted a pocket of gas and it rocketed up his throat and out his mouth. He clapped a hand over his mouth, mumbling a quick ‘excuse me’ and burrowed into his chair. His whole body was on fire.

Caine leaned over to him. “Are you alright?”

Quinn nodded, lips pressed tightly together. He wasn’t risking opening his mouth again. As both Caine and the strangers got back into the movie, Quinn sat suffering in his seat. His belly was full on gurgling now, bringing up burps that he kept in his mouth, and increasing the pain across his stomach. He needed to go home immediately.

Somehow, Quinn had managed to sit through more of the movie. When the 30 seconds of silence hit, it wasn’t anything but. Quinn’s stomach chose the perfect moment to whine and grumble at him the loudest then, and he put his hand over his stomach, sucking it in to try and muffle the sounds at least a little. It didn’t work, of course and Caine was immediately on to him.

“Is your stomach okay? It doesn’t sound like just digestion now, sweetheart.” Quinn was close to whimpering. It was so embarrassing, and the gurgles were only getting wetter. He sank down into his seat, almost horizontal.

“I…I really don’t feel good. My stomach won’t shut up.” He whispered as quietly as he could. As soon as the words were out of his mouth, the loudest noise he had ever heard in his entire life sounded and the room lit up. The noise had finally began again.

Caine had jumped away from him but his attention went back to Quinn as soon as the scare died off. “Is it bad enough that we need to leave? Are you gonna puke?”

Quinn shook his head. It was a half-truth, it was bad but he didn’t need to puke. Yet. He knew he was probably going to eventually. Caine raised his eyebrow.

“Are you sure? You look unwell.” His hand softly came up to touch his forehead. “You’re not very warm.”

“I know. It’s something I ate.”

Caine’s eyes widened a little. He looked back at the screen and decided that there was no movie more important than his boyfriend’s health. He quickly packed up his things, picking up Quinn’s untouched popcorn along the way and ducked out of his seat. Quinn was hurt for a second until he saw Caine’s shadow return, holding his now empty hands out.

“Come on, I’m taking you home.” He waved to the people beside them and mouthed a ‘sorry’ before swiftly pulling Quinn out of the theatre.

Being upright again was not something Quinn was prepared for. He felt his tummy slosh and begin churning. He groaned as he wrapped his arm around his middle. Caine’s arm was tightly around his shoulders.

“Are you sure you’re not gonna puke? We can make a quick detour to the bathroom.”

“I’m sure. I just want to go home.” Quinn mumbled.

Unfortunately, the car was parked quite a while away. It was dark, cold and far too busy for a Wednesday night. They walked as quick as Quinn was able to.

They managed to make a fair bit before Quinn’s belly jumped into his throat. He stopped so suddenly Caine almost tripped over his feet. He turned around to stand in front of Quinn, bracing his hands on Quinn’s shoulders.

“Hey, are you about to throw up?”

Quinn nodded, hands covering his mouth tightly. He felt his throat lurch and a wet burp gurgled in his mouth. He moaned.

“Alright, alright, just hold it in for a minute, babe.” Caine frantically searched for a bin or a dark corner, but there was nothing. He grimaced and led Quinn to the wall of a closed shop. “Okay, I’m so sorry, Quinn but you’re just gonna have to puke right here. It’s okay I’ll hide you.”

He slipped his jacket off and opened it up, hunching over his already hunched boyfriend. Quinn was gagging into his hands as this was happening, feeling everything inside him splashing up and back down his oesophagus. He whined as he felt his mouth fill with saliva and he had no choice but to open his mouth and let it drip onto the footpath.

Caine’s chin was resting on his back. The contact was good, it kept Quinn from face planting into his own sick. He heard his stomach gurgle and he rolled forward with the force of his gag. His cheeks ballooned out and the first splash of vomit landed on the concrete. He wasn’t given a chance to breathe as another heave attacked him, bringing up more chunks of food and fizzy lemonade. His nose burned.

His mouth stayed open and his blood was rushing in his ears. He had his eyes squeezed shut unconsciously as another heavy gag pushed its way up his throat. Quinn coughed aggressively and another burp brought up more vomit.

He vaguely heard some dudes laughing, probably thought he was wasted. Quinn was so glad Caine was covering his face. He felt his stomach jump again, but he felt the relief that indicated he could stand up and leave. He needed a shower.

“Done for now?” Caine asked, his hand rubbing up and down Quinn’s back. Quinn himself wiped his mouth and nose, still hunched over his stomach. It hurt like fuck, and he was so excited for a hot shower and bed.

Caine kept his jacket off and wrapped it around Quinn’s shaking shoulders. “My prince.” Quinn joked, voice a hoarse whisper. Caine chuckled.

“Glad to see you still have a sense of humour. Let’s get you home, hmm?”

The view of their car was glorious and Quinn sank into his seat. He kept his right hand resting on his belly, feeling all the little gurgles and jumps that were happening inside of him.

“I’ll drive extra carefully, love. Just relax.” Caine’s low voice startled him a little, but he just shut his eyes and let the world drift away for a few minutes.

Caine kept up with his promise and drove extra carefully, however it didn’t do much for Quinn’s stomach. Throughout the entire trip his stomach was only swelling back up again with gas and he was constantly holding his hand over his mouth as a precaution for the particular wet burps. He moaned as his belly cramped. His pants were digging into his stomach. His head was spinning so much it felt like he was drunk. He just needed to be put down at this point.

“God, I feel awful, Caine. Mmhh.” He whined.

There was a little moment of silence from his boyfriend, no doubt he was trying to calm himself down from that, but he quickly snapped back into it and helped Quinn out of the car. Quinn was leaning all of his weight on Caine, stumbling over his feet and suppressing gurgling belches under his breath. Shit, he felt sick.

He beelined for the bathroom and all but fell to his knees. The motion caused a splash of puke to fall into the water and he wrapped his arms around his middle. It was hell inside him. Caine joined him soon after, kneeling gently beside him and touching his sweaty back.

“You’re okay, love, just take a deep breath.” He knew all the right words to say. Quinn was able to completely let go, AKA able to puke up everything that was plaguing his stomach.

“Cai-hmm-hLKK…fuckk.” He squeezed his middle. “Fuck, my stomach. Kill me-hURKK-mghh.”

Quinn sat there puking for probably ten minutes and then suddenly fell into Caine’s arms, sweaty limbs curling inwards onto Caine’s lap. He whined as he shoved his face into his boyfriend’s neck.

“God, I hate this. How could McDonalds betray me like this…urrp.”

Caine rubbed up and down his back. “I don’t know, babe. Are you feeling any more stable?”

Quinn shook his head, a hand resting on his lower belly. He burped again. “My belly is all messed up. It hurts but it feels so empty.” He whined, digging his fingers into the skin. Quinn decided to flip around and lay his head down on Caine’s legs, opening up his stomach to Caine’s hands.

“Yes?” He teased.

“Mghhm- Please rub.”

Caine laughed and began to rub his belly, starting at the highest point and venturing down to where Quinn’s hand was. He applied the perfect amount of pressure and Quinn was left a burping mess in his lap. His belly slowly got softer and the pain became more bearable. He would forever thank god he got Caine as his boyfriend.

“I can tell you feel better.” Caine said with laughter in his words.

Quinn nodded tiredly. “Urp-heaps better. Thank you.”

#haven't watched oppenheimer guys im a fraud #have watched barbie tho #caine #quinn #emeto #stomach ache #sickfic #emetophilia #vomiting #belly rubs #oc's #belly kink #puke kink #stomach kink #bloating #burping #eructo

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123countwithme · 3 months

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Blues Clues/ & You! - 'No "by Yourself" in "Together"' - The Trio and Reader (Platonic) Fanfic

Request Prompt: Steve, Joe, and Josh comfort Y/N when they get hurt.

Word Count: 2098

Rating: General

Warnings: None

Date Published: 12th of February 2024

STORY BELOW CUT

Josh, Joe, and you were playing chasey outside in the backyard. Joe was it and was chasing you. You were both bolting around the yard.

"I've almost got you Y/N!" shouted Joe from behind sounding quite close.

You giggled playfully as you tried running as fast as you could to shake him off ducking and dodging your way around the sandpit and trees. Eventually, Joe was running out of breath and had to stop to catch his breath.

"Good try Joe, but you can't get me," You say as you slow down to a stop and turn around with a grin.

Joe then smiles at you as he looks up from looking at the ground to meet your eyes. You stuck your tongue out earning a gasp and a chuckle from him.

"Oh is this how it's going to be then hmm?" He asked.

He then tried to leap at you but you jumped out of the way and onto the other side of the outdoor table that was close by.

"And let the standoff commence," Josh said as he watched you and Joe have a standoff staring into each other's eyes.

You wriggle your fingers and pose like one of those wild western movies where the characters have a standoff in the middle of the town. Both narrow their eyes not looking away for even one singular second.

"Hey, who wants some lemonade?" Steve asked as he walked out the back door into the backyard holding a tray with glasses of lemonade on it and Mrs Pepper on his shoulder smiling.

Josh turned around as Steve spoke he then looked back at Joe and you and then back at Steve and nodded.

"I would like a glass!" Josh said with his, as always, cheery warm smile as he bounds over to Steve and takes a glass. "Thank you, Steve and Mrs Pepper"

"You're welcome, dear." Mrs Pepper says lovingly.

"No worries," Steve said, stepping sideways a bit to look behind Josh, seeing Joe and you staring at each other. "What are they doing?" he asks looking at Josh for some explanation.

"They are having a standoff" Josh simply states turning around to watch you and Joe while taking a sip of his lemonade. "Man, this is good!" He smiles at the taste of fresh lemonade.

"Okay..." Steve nods slowly as he places the tray with glasses of lemonade on a smaller table by the back door. Steve looks up quickly in front of him staring at the wall for a few seconds with a bit of confusion. "Why?" He asks turning and walking to stand next to Josh.

"Oh, we are playing tag." Josh further explains.

"Right! That makes so much more sense now." Steve chuckled as he took a sip of lemonade. He then joins Josh in watching you and Joe.

You and Joe then ran around the table staying a good distance apart as Joe tried to catch you but ultimately failed.

"HA!" Joe got up onto the outdoor table. But luckily you were quick on your feet cause you bolted away. As you were running away you looked back over your shoulder for a split second and BAM! you ran into a tree.

Your world went dark.

"Oh sheep!" Steve said as he ran over to you and got on his knees. Joe and Josh also came over as Steve looked you over.

"Why are they just lying there?" Joe asked. Josh just shrugged.

"Just as I thought. Y/N knocked themselves out when they hit their head into the tree." Steve explained resting a hand gently on your head as he looked at Joe and Josh.

"Oh no, are they going to be alright?" Josh asked

"I think they will be they are breathing" Steve puts simply as he puts you in the recovery position.

"Do we need to call an ambulance?" Joe asked

"Yeah that would be best" Steve nodded

"I'll call one on my handy dandy phone" Josh reaches into his back pocket and pulls out his handy dandy notebook which also happens to double up as a mobile phone on the other side.

**TIME SKIP** (AT THE HOSPITAL)

When you opened your eyes you looked around and realised you weren't at the Blues Clues house. You saw the walls were a soft white color with lots of different equipment and machines in the room. You felt uneasy.

"Bow bow?" Blue's once nestled head that was between her front paws had lifted to look at you.

"Blue?" A little smile appeared on your face. Blue then trotted up the bed and sat in your lap as you proceeded to gently stroke her head and back in a soothing manner that somehow calmed down your uneasiness a little. "it's good to see you Blue"

The door to the room began to open as Steve stepped in.

"Hey, Blue I got you a snack since-" he stopped his sentence as he saw you awake and looking right back at him. "Hey kiddo" his voice softened as well as his smile."how are you?"

That's all it took you felt tears coming up and welling in your eyes as they then proceeded to roll down your cheeks. Steve walked over to you and opened his arms out a bit.

"May I?" he asked before giving you a gentle hug. Blue leaned into you more as well offering more comfort as you quietly broke down sobbing in their arms. "It hurts doesn't it?"

"Yeah," you sobbed out. Your head was hurting quite a lot but it was to be expected since you did hit your head pretty hard on the tree.

**TIME SKIP AGAIN!** (AFTER YOUR BREAKDOWN)

Josh and Joe were now in the room with you, Steve, and Blue.

"Now the doctor said that you need to rest for a few more days," Josh said

"But! You get to come back to the Blues Clues house with us until you are better" Joe quickly chimed in seeing your face droop after what Josh had said fearing that you would have to stay at the hospital. You didn't mind the hospital but you didn't like it either you would prefer to get away as soon as it was possible.

"Thanks, guys," you said as you looked at the three of them with fondness.

The doctor came in and explained the situation more. Telling all of you how long the recovery would take. Which would only be a week or so since it wasn't major which you were all thankful for.

Soon it was time to leave the hospital you were dressed in some casual clothes. You, Josh, Blue, Joe, and Steve all left the hospital and went to the Blues Clues home.

**YET ANOTHER TIME SKIP** (HOME)

"I'll show you to your room," Josh said as he led you to a room in the house. He opened the door.

You looked around the room there was a window with polka-dot curtains, a side table, a wardrobe, and a bed. Upon further inspection of the bed on top of it were a couple of blankets.

"Do you like it?" Josh still stood at the doorway.

"It's nice" you replied. Josh walked over to the bed. You saw the blanket Josh held up looking at it. It was a simple deep dark blue with stars scattered over it. "I like the blanket. It's simple yet comforting"

"you know it's not just a blanket." Josh started turning around to you with the blanket in his hands. "hold it" he held it out to you. You took it and to your surprise, it was quite heavy.

"Woah I did not expect it to be heavy," you say very surprised.

"That's because it's a weighted blanket," Josh said

"Oh! That makes a lot more sense" You chuckled lightly looking over the blanket again and refolded it on the end of the bed.

"It's so cool that you get to stay over!" Joe says bursting into the room with his duck Boris and another plushie in one of his arms and the other arm up in the air with his eyes sparkling with excitement. "Hey Y/N I got you something," Joe said as he handed over a plushie. (the plushie was your favorite animal).

"Wow! Seriously?! for me?!" You said amazed as you held (your favorite animal) plush in your arms. "it's so soft and wonderful. Thank you, Joe!" You hugged Joe and he hugged right back.

"You're welcome" Joe simply replied. "Now the other reason I came in here is to get you two. It's dinner time!"

**AFTER DINNER** (during dinner you felt yourself becoming sadder and sadder. You felt bad for putting this on them to look after you.)

"Yum! That was delicious" You said putting on a smile and a happy tone. You then excused yourself from the table.

**After a while**

"Hey, where's Y/N?" Josh asked "I haven't seen them since dinner."

"Me neither." Steve put a hand on his chin as he thought.

"Blue have you seen Y/N?" Joe asked Blue shook her head.

"Bow. Bow Bow" (no. Sorry)

"let's spread out and search they would still be around here somewhere," Joe said taking charge.

"Yes, Joe!" Steve, Josh, and Blue are all doing an army salute to Joe like he was their leader. They then all split up searching high and low and asking the other residents inside and outside the home.

Joe opened a closet and was about to close it again but stopped when he heard a sniffle. "Y/N?" Joe questioned walking into the room. "are you here? are you okay?" Joe followed the sound until he saw you with teary eyes and tears running down your face. You looked like an absolute mess. He silently asked then hugged you holding you close and rubbing your back soothingly.

"Oh, Joe." You sobbed. "sorry"

"What are you sorry for?" Joe was confused but still kept you in the hug.

"Sorry for making you guys look after me. I don't want to be an inconvenience" You sobbed in his arms. He gently pulled you away looking at you.

"Oh Y/N..... you don't have to be sorry." He gently caresses your cheek. "and you are not an inconvenience" He saw you look away. "I mean it." he softly smiles.

"Really?" You looked into his eyes seeing if he was genuine or not. You saw the most genuine look you have ever seen in your life.

"We all love you." Joe smiles softly as he wipes some of your tears away.

Josh, Steve, and Blue walked into the space you two were in.

"Hi guys," You said softly. "Sorry for not coming back." You smiled a little looking at them all.

"It's quite alright," Steve said noticing your tear-stained face, and guess what you might be feeling.

"We are just glad you're safe" Josh added smiling softly. Blue wandered over and licked your cheek which made you giggle a bit.

"Thank you guys." You said.

Over the next weeks, the home was filled with laughter and fun times (hard times too but we like to keep it positive :3) getting to hang out with the gang at the Blues Clues house. You felt loved, safe, and protected. You felt like you could be yourself around them with no judgment. You felt like you didn't need to be perfect cause they weren't either they were like a big found family who, at the core of it all, loved each other and for them to welcome you into their family it was a comforting feeling to feel that you belonged.

But soon it was time for you to go. Which you never liked doing whenever you came over.

"You got everything?" Josh asked

"I believe so. Thank you guys again for everything. I always love coming over." You said smiling more than you ever had before.

"No problem," Joe said

"Anytime you need us we will always be there." Steve smiled with kind eyes.

You, Steve, Josh, Joe, and even Blue joined the group hug.

"We love you," Josh said while they were hugging.

"I love you guys too"

After you all finished the group hug you gathered your things in your backpack.

"Well, I'll see you guys later," You said waving as you started to head off.

"Bye!" Joe said

"See you later!" Josh said

"Bow-Bow!" (Bye-bye!) Blue said

"Safe travels!" Steve said.

You hoped it wasn't going to be too long until you could see them all again.

THE END

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yourbelgianthings · 6 months

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a juno devine character study (titled after the state flower of west virginia)! post ep 28 spoilers, and i do believe her and duck actually knew each other when they were younger than when i have them meet in this fic but shh it's fine, ~560 words

Juno Devine. She had always felt like her name created shoes a bit bigger than she had ever been able to fill. The king of the Roman gods’ wife and then just the word divine (albeit spelled differently) didn’t exactly conjure the image of a small town forest ranger. That was okay with her though, it was more a recurring thought in the back of her head than a true worry. Her life had really turned out perfectly. Who knows where she would have ended up if not for Arlo Thacker’s intervention with seven-year-old Juno on the day of that fateful field trip? At any other job, she would have been perfectly competent, but never really satisfied, always glancing out the window and longing to be back outside. Luckily, though, the Monongahela National Forest became her home, almost even more so than her apartment in Kepler.

The best part of being a forest ranger was her colleagues. As a child, Juno never really connected with any of her classmates. After Thacker talked to them, they eased up some on the bullying, but she was still very lonely. Now, as an adult, she could have conversations on all the topics related to nature she was most passionate about and be met with the same level of enthusiasm from her fellow rangers. Duck Newton was the one that Juno found herself connecting with most. They started hanging out outside of work and became friends. It was difficult for Juno to be in silence with others, since it felt like all the times she had been ignored and invisible in the past, but this anxiety seemed to naturally dissolve with Duck. One warm summer night, when it was dark enough to see the stars, without a cloud in the sky, they met up by the river just as they had planned. Duck brought a blanket and some popcorn, Juno brought a couple hard lemonades, and they just enjoyed each other’s company and the perfect view of the stars without a word.

So, when things started getting strange in Kepler (or more so than usual), Juno trusted Duck to help handle it. Sure, she wished she had a better idea of what was going on (and something was obviously being covered up since Duck couldn’t lie for shit), and she didn’t really know Duck’s two weird friends, but if he thought they were good enough to work with then that must be the case. When things really went south, the FBI came to town, and all of a sudden Arlo Thacker showed back up on her doorstep asking her to basically commit a federal crime, what was she going to say? No? That absolutely wasn’t an option at the behest of the man who had set her life on the right track, and really, at this point, she would have joined the plan herself soon anyway. As a forest ranger, she worked for the government, but Juno’s first allegiance had always been to the flora and fauna and the land itself. The FBI coming in and closing off parts of the forest to set up their goddamn surveillance base camp wasn’t gonna stand. Not in her town. So she gave Thacker, now an old man, but still with the same twinkle in his eye as always, a big hug and promised to do everything she could. The fight was on.

#message from mirph #mirph's manuscripts #the adventure zone #taz amnesty #juno devine #ranger juno devine #duck newton #arlo thacker #taz fanfic #fanfic

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ohmyrashi · 2 years

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hi y'all i know this blog has been dead for like literal years at this point but i just had the most Classic Trope-Filled Omo Experience and i feel the need to share

so basically the plan for the day was: go get lunch at a nearby cafe, then ride the train an hour into the city and walk to the library to do some writing

had a glass of water right before heading out of the house, literally paused on the front steps like "hmm should i pee before i go" but then was like "nahh i just went like 15 minutes ago i'll be fine" (the most famous of last words)

headed to the cafe and had a 24 oz green tea lemonade w my lunch bc it's hot out. (this is not foreshadowing at all, trust me.) could definitely feel myself starting to need to go a tiny bit so was gonna use the cafe bathroom before i left... but then there was a line of like 3 or 4 people that appeared not to be moving at all, and I really didn't need to go that bad at that point and also got a late start today and didn't want to get to the library too late so was like "fuck it, i'll pee when i get there and headed out"

(the omo-loving-fuck in me was also definitely like a tiny bit like. >:3c hmmm be a shame if i didn't pee before getting on an hour long train ride.....)

so went and got on the train, listened to my tunes, and as you can imagine, started needing to go worse and worse over the course of the ride 😳 started out w my legs apart bc I was holding my backpack between them, very much had them pressed together/was shifting around a bit by the time i arrived at my stop. at like 7/10 already quickly turning into an 8/10

so all i had to do was walk the 10 minutes to the library and piss right? Wrong. here's the most "this story sounds like it was made up but it actually happened" twist: there's a Big Event happening in a couple of days in the middle of my town that they're getting set up for, and all the construction/set up going on forced me to take a detour the long way around, with my bladder getting fuller and fuller all the while 😨

two further things that sound like embellishments but did actually happen on my way to the library:

got stopped by some sweet older ladies from another country who were there for the Big Event as tourists wanted me to take their picture, and then because i was friendly they started asking me a bunch of questions about myself/the area after i took the picture and i was actually quite enjoying chatting with them but also secretly starting to get rly desperate and trying not to squirm!!

excused myself and kept heading towards the library, def at a 8 or even a 9 out of 10 at this point, my bladder was very much full of water and tea and demanding to be emptied and i was kinda sucking in my breath though my teeth and grimacing despite myself. then, WHAT DO YOU KNOW: there was one of those little restroom trailers already all set up for the upcoming Event, with no one in line!! except even as i was hopefully approaching a part of me was like "it's not the day of the Event yet so these are gonna be locked aren't they." pulled on the handle and... yup. locked. steps from a toilet and i couldn't even use it 🚻❌😭 which very much just teased me and made things worse

so at this point i really, REALLY need to go and there's nothing left to do with my aching bladder but to speedwalk to the library, which I do, dodging through the crowd which is annoyingly already here even though the event isn't for a couple days, and i can't think about anything else other than how much i want to pull down my shorts and piss, to the point that i am fantasizing about ducking behind a corner and squatting in the grass, even though realistically it's way too crowded to get away with that

FINALLY, finally made it to the library and, blissfully, there was nothing else standing in my way 😮‍💨 made a beeline to the restrooms in the lobby and there was a free stall waiting for me and i had one of the loveliest, most satisfying pees i've had in a long time 🥰

and now i'm here, typing this all up in the library when i'm supposed to be working on a project, squirming again but this time from how horny this all made me 😉 (and also cause i already need to go a little again lmao)

#omorashi #omocute #miss y'all hope you enjoy this bc i sure did <3 #q

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