#snail writes

Imagine Jack Abbot doing your testosterone injection…

It doesn’t matter how long you’ve been on testosterone, you’ve always procrastinated doing your shot because stabbing yourself with a needle every week is just straight up annoying. Luckily for you, your boyfriend is a doctor. Who’s more qualified to do your shot than a doctor?

“Jack…” you whine out, looking towards the older man from your cozy spot on the couch.

He doesn’t even bother looking up from his book, simply responding with a “Hm?”

You nudge his outer thigh with your foot, getting him to look at you with a raised eyebrow, “Can you do my t shot for me?”

That certainly grabbed his attention. A cheeky smile creeps across his face as he closes his book, “I thought you’d never ask.”

It didn’t take very long for Jack to grab your shot kit from the bathroom and make his way back to where you were sitting. He sat before you atop the coffee table, putting on a pair of blue nitrile gloves. The snap against his wrist causing an unexpected flutter in your chest.

“Alrighty then,” Jack begins, vial in one hand as the other draws the oily substance into a syringe, “I’m gonna need you to either remove your shirt or lift it above your naval.”

You were quick to comply, raising the hem of your pajama shirt a few inches above your bellybutton. Jack nudged your legs open with his knee so he could get closer to you. He leans in, gently gripping your thigh as he swabs a small section of your stomach with an alcohol pad.

He looked so focused, so professional, it made your face feel hot. He pinched a fatty portion of your stomach between his fingers, easily and quickly penetrating the layers of skin with the thin needle.

Though you’d been on testosterone for a while, the intrusion still caused a small flinch. Jack looked up at you as he slowly pushed down on the plunger.

“Atta boy. Good job, sweetheart,” he praised with a low voice, “taking it so well for me.”

You nearly swatted him, he knew exactly what he was doing saying things like that, “Knock it off, asshole.”

He let out a soft chuckle as he retracted the needle, quickly placing a bandage over the injection site, “Wow, calling me an asshole after I did something so nice for you? How ungrateful.” He tutted with a small shake of his head.

After safely disposing of the needle in your sharps container, Jack pushes the rest of the kit to the side and plops back next to you on the couch. He places a still gloved hand on the injection site, gently massaging it.

“With an attitude like that, you better not expect me to be so helpful when you start getting all needy later,” he teases, using his free hand to pat your inner thigh, “we both know how worked up you get on shot day.”

The Drifter x Reader

(CW: He breaks into your house? Other than that, him being an ass but still fluff)

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The trial was exhausting, to say the least.

The constant shift of balance in the lanes made you wonder if it would ever end, but thankfully your team defeated the other team's patron. Your team wanted to go out to get drinks to celebrate, but you politely declined. All you wanted right now was to collapse into bed and let sleep take you away. As you dragged yourself back into the hideout and up the stairs to your room, you paused as your hand held onto the door knob. You could hear something…someone? Pressing your ear to the door, you could hear what sounded like snoring. You slowly opened the door to find a massive shape covering the entirety of your bed, which would have terrified you, if not for the small beam of moonlight that revealed who this intruder was.

“Damn it, Drifter…”

You rubbed your eyes tiredly as you sighed. The Drifter had been a constant pain in your side since you arrived in New York. No matter what side you were on during the ritual, he always seemed to make it his mission to irritate you. And now, he was passed out in your bed. You close the window he had opened to let himself in, before moving to his side. His hat was tilted down over his face, with his blood stained hands behind his head. Even sleeping, he looked smug.

“Drifter, come on.” You murmured tapping his shoulder. But there was no reaction.

“Come on, man. You gotta get up-“ you shook his shoulder a bit more. Nothing.

Irritation was clouding over your drowsiness. You put both hands onto his shoulder and shook more aggressively.

“Drifter-!” You hissed out, trying not to wake any others in the hide out.

Suddenly, he shifted, stretching out his arms and nearly scratching your face with his claws before you backed away. He yawned, revealing his sharp fangs in the dimly lit room, before he turned over to resume his rest. You sighed, this wasn’t going to get you anywhere. Reluctantly, you took a spare blanket hanging off one of your chairs as you trudged back down the stairs.

The city lights twinkled through the massive window overlooking New York, as you made your way over to the couch by the fireplace. The warmth from it and its occasional crackle or snap was somewhat comforting, you thought to yourself. You hoped you could get somewhat of a decent sleep without messing up your back, as you pulled the blanket over top of you and closed your eyes. Slowly, you began to relax, and you could feel yourself drifting away…

But that peace only lasted for about half an hour.

You’re not quite sure what awoke you, the slight swaying sensation, or the smell of dried blood. But as you opened your eyes, you found yourself being carried back upstairs by the vampire. You all but jolted up, preparing to scramble out of his hold, but he just held you closer in response.

“Easy there~” he drawled, his voice rumbling through his chest and against your cheek. “I’d been waitin’ for you all night and where do I find you? Lookin’ all pitiful on the couch.”

He chuckled, making your face flush.

“Just put me down, alright?” You murmured back in reply, your voice still thick with exhaustion. “I’m too tired to deal with your shit right now.”

He grinned as he shook his head, amused.

“You really think I’m gonna let you go now? Nah, darlin’ you’re all mine tonight.”

You could barely get another protest in before he kicked your bedroom door open, as he unceremoniously laid back down on your bed with a satisfied sigh. You, still held against his chest like an iron maiden, tried to squirm your way out with no luck.

“You best get comfortable-” He said, leaning close to your ear so his beard brushed against the side of your face. “We gonna be here for a looong time~”

He chuckled again to himself, ruffling your hair with a massive hand, before continuing to keep you in a locked embrace. Despite your initial irritation, you began to feel exhaustion start to creep in once more, as the gentle rise and fall of Drifter’s breathing lulled you towards sleep. It was strange, seeing him like this. You were used to his bloodlust, the way he pestered you for hours on end. And even with this annoyance, there was almost…affection behind it? You yawned quietly, unconsciously curling up a bit closer as your eyes became half lidded, before closing altogether completely.

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Kakyoin is at home and everything feels alien, his parents aged and he feels as isolated as it was in his childhood. He needs to know. Where is Jotaro, why he hasn’t come. Phone-call late at night. “….Joestar-san? It is me, Kakyoin, do you recognise me?” “I do, dear boy, yes I do” “Joestar-san, is Jotaro….alive?” That night he runs away from home and buys the earliest bus ticket to Morioh-cho.

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Hotel suit is bright and warm. The boy he saw at hospital — Josuke — is even chattier than he expected, Joestar-san is older than he expected, invisible baby is cute just as he expected, and Jotaro is not here. It’s a bad idea, he was told that, he understands, it will only hurt (why why why you haven’t come why where are you how you look now why) he doesn’t give a damn if it’ll hurt. The door opens with a bang!!- Hierophant is on full alert, fast, battle-sharp, an enemy stand? And attack? It’s Star Platinum who he sees first. Later only it’s user, so familiar and unrecognisable all at once.

“The fuck you’re doing here?”

Deafening.

He shouldn’t shake. His hands shouldn’t shake. There is high-schooler behind Jotaro’s back, eyes big, stand visible. Does he think Kakyoin a threat? Shizuka starts crying. Josuke tries to calm everybody — anybody. Everything is a damn mess.

“I want you to leave Morioh. Now.”

He feels like laughing. Yeah. He definitely needs to leave.

“Well, I guess, it was nice to see you too.”

He passes by, and bumps their shoulders, and when Jotaro tries so much as reach for him, he cuts his wrist with sharp green string.

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It all comes down so suddenly Kakyoin really doesn’t know what to do. What he should fucking do with his damn life now? The grass at the Grand Hotel entrance is perfectly cut and green, the employee is lost at what he supposed to do, Kakyoin is lost too. And he doesn’t care. Should he really just go home? He thought his home is where Jotaro is, yeah, he thought this, just before he died, he could say he was happy then, happier than now. What is all was for then?

It’s Josuke who reaches out. He is so damn kind, he better spare him all this drama, honestly. He know there is a question coming, he never expects it to be that one though

“There is a sick shoe store downtown wanna check it out?”

He looks up and maybe his eyes are the colour of his cherry earrings but he feels like laughing.

“I am broke.”

“Well, it can be Joestar-sans courtesy… I haven’t said that!”

He remembers then. Mr. Joestar said something about money on his bank account. How the fuck people check their bank accounts now?

He is glad Josuke is behind him when he sees the amount on the screen for he has almost fainted. On the second thought Josuke almost fainted too. They are both too stunned to talk, too excited, too fucking terrified. Well, now that changes a lot. That changes everything actually.

Kakyoin Noriaki can afford to fucking do whatever he wants. And he wants to stay.

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Remus Lupin had no intention of spending the night on the astronomy tower with Sirius' younger brother. In fact he had no intention of being up there at all that night.

It had been a particularly exhausting day. Two nights after his latest transformation and he'd still been struggling to recover and it didn't help that he'd quite literally told all his friends to "fuck off" and being the understanding people they were, they did, (the idiots).

So there he was leaning on the railing of the astronomy tower, under the pretence of finishing his star chart, his books and quills scattered on the ground, gazing up at the stars and not really thinking about anything, but somehow still thinking of everything.

It was lucky it was such a warm night, lucky that the waning moon was shining so bright, lucky that years of sneaking around with his friends had made him alert.

For if he'd even been spooked the slightest by the boy who'd just stepped out of the shadows, he'd surely have toppled off the ledge and into the darkness.

"Hello..." he turned to survey the boy. He recognised the features on his face almost immediately, his cold grey eyes the mirror of his brothers, and though they were significantly shorter than the waves that fell from Sirius' face, his dark curls matched his brothers perfectly.

Regulus continued to stare at him, and for a second Remus considered just leaving the boy be, but then he spoke, "You're his friend."

Remus shrugged. He decided not to notice the way Regulus had emphasised the "his". He knew too well about the things Sirius had gone through, but he wasn't going to hold it against the boy. Sirius had been through hell, but somehow his grey eyes had the brightest of look to them, so different from the coldness in his brothers. He could tell they had handled it differently. They were so different.

"How did you hear me?"

Remus almost didn't hear him say this, it was barely a whisper.

"I don't know. I just knew I wasn't alone."

This wasn't entirely true. Yes he knew he wasn't alone, but he didn't necessarily know it was a person. He'd only spotted the black cat when he'd placed his books on the ground, deciding to pay it no mind. Now looking around, said cat was no where to be found, and it didn't take much for him to put two and two together.

A Black cat and a Black dog. He almost let out a chuckle.

"Would you like to join me?"

Remus half expected Regulus not to respond, or outright refuse and walk away, yet he walked over to stand beside him, placing his hands on rigidly on the railing as if not sure where to place them.

Remus turned to look at him, dropping down, before inviting him to do the same. He did so, still not meeting his eyes but not running from them either.

"Are you going to tell anyone what I am?" he whispered. The short haired boy was now turning to look at him, he had a kind of guarded expression, there was a hint of fear in his eyes, but he still looked prepared to hex him if needed.

Remus tilted his head, "I don't have any reason to, it's not that big of a deal is it? Being an animagus?"

It was Regulus' turn to tilt his head, he opened his mouth to say something before seemingly choosing to remain silent.

"I can keep secrets, Regulus." Remus whispered.

Regulus seemed to start at the mention of his name, Remus didn't know why, but again said nothing of it. He wasn't going to force anything out of him. It was his choice.

So they sat there in calm silence, not speaking, 'til the next thing they knew the sun was rising, waking them up to the realisation that they'd fallen asleep next to eachother.

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Summary: Your marriage to him was arranged; you didn’t think he truly loved you, but… what if you were wrong?

Tags: Smut, Abuse (Emotional, Verbal, Physical), Hurt/Comfort, Arranged Marriage, Found Family, Healing, Magic, Medieval Times, SBI Family Dynamic, Swearing/Cursing, Petnames; More TBA. 

IMPORTANT NOTICE: As indicated above, this story contains smut. As such, this story is 18+. MINORS DNI. It should also be noted the source material this is based off of, “Under The Oak Tree”, is officially rated 17+. Proceed with caution when seeking it out.

NOTICE: AS OF JULY 2022, THIS STORY IS DISCONTINUED. IT WILL BE STAYING UP, BUT WILL NO LONGER BE UPDATED.

Chapter One: Til’ Death Do Us Part 

Tags: Smut, Arranged Marriage, Parent-Child Abuse, AFAB Reader, She/Her Pronouns

Chapter Two: Three Years Past

Tags: Mention of Emotional/Verbal Abuse by a Parent; Vomit/Illness 

Chapter Three: Not Goin’ Anywhere

Tags: Emotional/Verbal Abuse by a Parent, Mention of Vomit/Illness, Smut

Side Stories: 

They don’t necessarily hide it on purpose, but rings on fingers were too impractical for fighting and Izuku would lose his if he had to take it on and off again, so they just string the simple bands onto the dog tags that identify each other as emergency contacts and keep them tucked under shirts or hero costumes. 

Then they adopt the kid, because they’d been talking about it for a while and things seem stable enough now, they know they can handle raising a child in a world they’d be proud of. They meet her for the first time and she fits right into place, making their duo into a trio, and they’re so happy and overwhelmed with bureaucracy that telling others honestly just slips their minds. Again, only the new grandparents know (and yes, that’s including AM, who Izuku has long-since given up denying as his father-figure). 

Their fifth wedding anniversary comes and goes, and around the same time they finally find time to join all their friends for a Class 1-A reunion, over ten years after graduation. Everyone else is announcing engagements or pregnancies, and only after Kirishima good-naturedly jostles Katsuki’s shoulder and asks him and Izuku when it’s going to be their turn that they realize that oh, shit, we forgot to tell them. 

So, they stand from their seats and make their way to the front of the room, quickly drawing the groups attention with a promise of another announcement. Their former classmates are all grinning and whispering about how it was about time and they can’t wait to see an All Might themed wedding cake...

Only for Izuku to blurt a quick we’ve been married for five years sorry we forgot to tell you, followed by Katsuki saying it was nice to see them all again, but they only hired a babysitter for four hours and they need to get back home before that bitch overcharges them.