#But I'm just really afraid of the fatigue

[stardustedknuckles]

I can't tell if it's the heat (I'm affected by weather even if my space is controlled) delayed decompression from living with people for 8 years, depression, or something interrupting my sleep at night, but I have spent the last week or so when I don't have work just sleeping and sleeping. Mostly it feels good and it's not that I feel unrefreshed, really, but it's just that I could keep doing it and nothing I could get up and do sounds more appealing than just going back to sleep. It's starting to worry me a bit but maybe it's fine? I have no trouble going to work or otherwise keeping commitments, but I run out of things to do and just conk out. Hopefully it's just that I feel I can't go anywhere because it's too hot, and once it cools off I can go to the gym or a library or something.

[dadbots]

August… time to get spooky.

[mvctavish]

𝐓𝐅 𝟏𝟒𝟏 - 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐑𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐆𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐓

summary: headcanons for each members' reaction to you telling them you're pregnant

cw: afab!reader, pregnancy (duh), mentions of pregnancy symptoms (like nausea, vomiting) but nothing graphic, slight angst for some parts, established relationship, mentions of sex (?)

capt. john price

౿ ۪ ݁ honestly? price couldn't be happier. he always thought of himself as a family man, seeing himself as a father of (hopefully) many kids. he's overjoyed as you greet him when he gets home from a long and grueling deployment, wanting nothing more than to relax in your arms and go to sleep in his own bed. however, when you say the words "i'm pregnant" and showcase the sonogram, his heart nearly triples in size. that's his baby. you're carrying his baby, and he swears this is the best moment of his entire life. he whispers praises in your ear as he holds you tight, a large and heavy hand gently resting on your abdomen, thumb stroking your skin the fabric of your - his - shirt. he's truly never been happier. you, his darling girl, is harboring a precious life that blossomed from your love for each other. you just know he's going to be the best father your kid could hope for.

sgt. kyle "gaz" garrick

౿ ۪ ݁ kyle doesn't know what to say at first. he was the one that convinced you to take a pregnancy test in the first place - you'd been nauseous and fatigued for the past few days, and he noticed. he noticed each and every thing about you, from your slightly irritable mood to the tiny changes of your body. he never expected the test to come back positive, the two little lines on the stick staring up at the both of you. he's scared, just as scared as you, but he knows he needs to stay strong, at least for now. "it's gonna be alright, angel," he'd reassure you, taking your form into an embrace. he's oh so gentle, handling you like porcelain now that he knows his baby is growing in your womb. "we'll get through this together, ya hear, love?" he kisses your forehead. whatever you decide to do, he's there for you. despite his initial fears, the thought of having a baby with you excites him. you best bet that if you aren't married already, you'll have a ring on your finger by the end of the week.

sgt. john "soap" mactavish

౿ ۪ ݁ johnny has never felt so unprepared in his life. he's always so, so careful with you, hoping to avoid situations like... this. it's not that he's upset, no, he isn't angry. just unprepared. he doesn't feel fit to be a father, not yet. it's a lot of responsibility and an entire lifetime of commitment - and johnny doesn't want to let down his future child. though, the more he thinks about it, the more he begins to warm up to the idea of fatherhood. maybe you'll have a little lass with his eyes and your fiery attitude, or perhaps a lad with your nose and his spunk - whoever your child ends up being, he knows he'll love them unconditionally. just as he loves you. it does take him a few weeks to come around. at first, he'd drink his worries away at the pub, ranting to ghost or whomever else will listen. he's just stressed, and that stress never really goes away, but a stronger feeling of pride and excitement takes over. he's going to be a da! he knows you'll be a damn good mother, and he even takes an extra long leave to help around the house. he doesn't want you to lift a finger while you're pregnant (even though you're not even showing yet). before the baby is even born, he proves himself to be a very capable father.

lt. simon "ghost" riley

౿ ۪ ݁ when you break the news to him, simon is instantly afraid. memories of his own childhood come flooding back to him, and a new fear settles inside of him. he's always been afraid of turning out like his old man, and now that you're pregnant with his baby, there's a whole nother person that he could let down. he doesn't want that to happen - doesn't want his baby to suffer as he'd done. he makes a silent promise, both to you and the baby, that he'd always be there and present. he loves you more than anything, but the revelation has him growing distant for the first few months. whenever you bring up the topic of possible baby names, or ask to look at clothes at the shops, he tenses and responds in very short answers. it's abundantly clear that he's scared, and you don't really blame him. it isn't until you speak to him in the privacy and safety of your shared bedroom does he confess. "i'm just worried about turning into my father," his voice is uncharacteristically quiet, light eyelashes fluttering against his cheeks as he tries to blink away some unshed tears. "i don't want to hurt you, bunny, or the baby." he glances down at your abdomen, and you guide your hand to it. you have to reassure him many times that he's nothing like his father. it isn't until he comes with you to one of your appointments that he finally accepts that as a fact. when he hears your baby's heartbeat on the monitor, he knows deep in his heart that he'd do anything to protect you both.

[tsumuus]

The training session had been intense, sweat soaking through your clothes as you pushed yourself to keep up with the relentless pace set by Katsuki Bakugou. You and he were as different as night and day, each session highlighting the stark contrasts between you. Where he was explosive and brash, you were calm and measured.

You loved the rain, finding tranquility in the rhythmic patter of droplets, while he despised it, seeing it as nothing more than a nuisance.

As you wrapped up for the day, you felt a shift in the air. The clouds, heavy and gray, loomed overhead, promising rain. You looked up with a small smile, feeling the first few drops on your skin. Bakugou noticed your expression, his own features twisting into a scowl.

"Great, just what we need," he muttered, wiping his forehead with the back of his hand.

You glanced at him, unable to hide your amusement. "What's wrong, Bakugou? Afraid of a little water?"

"Tch, no," he retorted, shoving his hands into his pockets. "I just don't see the point in standing around in it like an idiot."

Ignoring his grumbling, you stepped out onto the grass, turning your face towards the sky. The rain came down harder, soaking through your clothes, but you didn't care. This was your element, where you felt most at peace. You closed your eyes, letting the rain wash away the fatigue of the day.

Bakugou watched you, his irritation slowly giving way to something else. He couldn't understand how you could find joy in something he found so bothersome. But as he stood there, watching the serene smile on your face, he began to see the appeal. The rain seemed to wash away the rough edges, leaving you looking ethereal, almost otherworldly.

"You're gonna catch a cold if you stay out here," he called out, his voice softer than usual.

You opened your eyes and turned to him, surprised by the lack of harshness in his tone. "I won't stay long. Just a few more minutes."

He sighed, shaking his head, but to your surprise, he didn't insist on dragging you back to the dorms. Instead, he moved closer, standing beside you in the rain. His presence was a comforting warmth against the cool drizzle, and you found yourself appreciating his company more than you expected.

"You really hate the rain, don't you?" you asked, looking up at him.

"Yeah," he admitted, running a hand through his damp hair. "But it's not so bad right now."

You smiled, a genuine, soft smile that made his heart skip a beat. "Thanks for staying with me."

He shrugged, trying to play it cool despite the fluttering in his chest. "Whatever. It's not like I'm gonna let you stay out here alone."

As the rain continued to fall, you both stood there in silence, the distance between you feeling a little less vast. You saw him in a new light, not just as the hot-headed guy who drove you crazy, but as someone who could be considerate in his own way. And for Bakugou, seeing you so at peace in the rain made him appreciate it, if only a little.

When you finally headed back to the dorms, you felt a newfound warmth towards Bakugou. Maybe you weren't as different as you thought. And maybe, just maybe, there was more to him than you had given him credit for.

‘i think i like when it rains’

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[callme-holly]

Can you please do “Darrel Curtis holding his new born daughter for the first time?” And he’s like totally in love and Y/N is like “Darrel are you crying?” And he, through sniffles is like “n-no” and it’s just tooth rotting sweet?? ♥️♥️

𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞

limerence: (adj.) a state of pure, overwhelming emotional attachment and adoration, often accompanied by an almost dreamlike sense of devotion and joy

The hospital room was silent, save for the faint beeping from the various machines around the room and the soft, slight, uneven breaths from the tiny baby dozing on your chest.

Your body ached, fatigue taking hold of every part of you, your eyes heavy and your mind slightly foggy; however, you couldn't bring yourself to sleep and miss this moment. 

Darry was sitting at your side, transfixed by the little bundle. His face held a mixture of awe and fear, his eyes surprisingly glassy and filled with nothing but love. He'd been so tough through it all, your rock during the whole entire pregnancy, and now he was finally letting himself go, finally letting all of his emotions break through. 

"Do you want to hold her?" you ask quietly, almost afraid that if you talk too loud, you will break the comforting quiet that has enveloped the both of you. Darry doesn't respond straight away but nods slowly in response, holding out his arms so that you can carefully transfer the baby to him.

Immediately, his entire demeanour melts, his body sinking further into the chair as he holds his baby girl close to his chest, watching the way her little chest rises and falls. Her face is scrunched up in sleep, her hair fine and dark, and you feel your heart clench as she subconsciously turns to tuck her face into her dad's shirt.

"She's so perfect." His voice cracks as he speaks, and he swallows heavily in an attempt to bypass the lump forming in his throat. You glance up, catching sight of the tears shining in his eyes, and you can't help but smile.

"Darrel Curtis, are you crying?" Your voice holds not an ounce of judgement or disapproval, just pure, unadulterated affection. He shakes his head quickly, clearing his throat but refusing to meet your eyes.

"No... I'm not," he denies, but the way his voice wobbles says otherwise. Carefully, you reach out with a tentative hand, resting it lightly on his arm and squeezing reassuringly. That finally draws his attention to you, and he lets out a small puff of air, disbelief painted across his features.

"She's ours," he mumbles, rocking the tiny bundle as he speaks. "She's actually ours."

You nod, your own tears forming. "Yeah. She is, hon. She's ours." 

Darry smiles down at the baby, and it seems he can't bring himself to look away from her for more than a few seconds.  It's like a magnet for his attention, a sponge absorbing every ounce of love he has to give. "This... It doesn't feel real, you know? I never knew I could love someone so much." he

And the truth in his words, the pure honesty in which he speaks them, is what finally breaks through the dam and allows your tears to seep free. The baby stirs slightly, letting out a small whimper as she shifts, but she doesn't wake. Her eyes stay closed, and you watch with great wonder as her features twitch and twist before settling once more.

"We did good," you speak eventually. "Did really good." 

And Darry can only manage a small hum of agreement, grinning at you like he's the luckiest man on earth, like he's just won the largest bet in history. But no amount of money in the world could ever compare to this feeling; nothing could ever live up to knowing he's got you by his side, and now, this tiny baby too. That's all he needed. Just you and your daughter. And that's all that mattered.

[httpsdana]

Hey there... before saying anything I want to say that you are such an amazing and talented writer like your fics are amazing.. I think dint have the right words just to express how good they are. Would you consider writing a request about kenan yildiz x reader where they started dating and it is serious and everything and she has a hashimoto which is an autoimmune disease and she is tired etc. And he kinda gets frustrated then worried about her like not being that involved in things. And he finding out about it. Angst to fluff long fic. Like she is afraid to tell him because she thinks he will leave her or something.

Say Something~Kenan Yildiz

・❥・prompt list

・❥・masterlist -> part 2

・❥・who I write for

・❥・a/n: this is like a very old request I'm sorry it took a lot of time. enjoy <33

She had never intended to keep it from Kenan, not exactly. But every time she opened her mouth to say something, fear crawled up her throat and choked the words before they could leave.

Hashimoto’s. An autoimmune disease. Something she'd been battling in silence for months before she even met him. Fatigue. Mood swings. Foggy thoughts. Random days when her body just shut down.

She thought it would get easier to tell him once they were officially together. It didn’t.

Because Kenan was sunshine. Bright eyes. Energy and purpose. Golden boy. And her?

She was tired. All the time. Exhausted from pretending to be okay.

It started with small things.

Cancelling plans. Skipping dates. Taking longer to text back. Nodding along when he talked, even though her head felt like it weighed a thousand pounds.

Kenan noticed. He always noticed.

But she always smiled just enough, kissed him just enough, to make him believe it was fine.

Until that night.

“Okay, I chopped the garlic. What’s next, Chef?” Kenan said playfully, bumping her hip with his.

She smiled, barely. “Just throw it in the pan.”

Kenan narrowed his eyes. “That’s it? No kiss for your handsome assistant?”

She leaned in, gave him a quick peck on the cheek, then turned back to the stove, ignoring the way her knees trembled slightly beneath her.

He stared at her for a beat, before his curiosity got the best out of him.

“So you're gonna tell me what happened?”

“What?” she asked, not turning around.

“The boat date I planned. You bailed last minute. Said you were sick again.” He walked closer. “Babe… what’s really going on?”

“I told you,” she muttered. “Just a headache.”

“You’ve had, like, five ‘just headaches’ in two weeks.”

She turned to face him now, arms crossed. “So what? I can’t be tired?”

Kenan frowned, confused and hurt. “That’s not what I’m saying.”

“Then what are you saying, Kenan?”

“I don’t know!” he snapped, frustrated. “I just… I feel like you’re not here anymore. Like I’m dating a ghost. And I don’t get why.”

Her chest tightened at his words. “Maybe this is all I have to give.”

Silence. He didn't say anything, just stared at her stunned.

She turned back to the pan, blinking fast to stop the tears from falling. “Just go. I’ll finish cooking.”

Kenan took a step forward. “Baby… don’t do that please. Don’t shut me out.”

But her hand was already on the counter to steady herself. The room was spinning.

“Kenan, I-I just-”

And then everything went black.

Her body gave up, and Kenan caught her before she could hit the floor.

“Baby? Babe, wake up! What the hell-no, no, no-hey, stay with me, please-please-”

He didn’t remember much after that. Just the ambulance lights. The panic in his chest. The way her fingers felt so limp in his grip.

The waiting room was freezing. His knee bounced restlessly. Then he heard two doctors talking outside the ER doors.

“She collapsed from exhaustion again?”

“Yes, her Hashimoto’s disease can make it difficult when not carefully managed. Seems like she hasn't been taking her medication lately ”

Kenan froze.

What the hell was that?

He pulled out his phone.

“Hashimoto’s disease…”

Chronic autoimmune thyroiditis… immune system attacks the thyroid… leads to fatigue, weakness, brain fog, depression…

His heart dropped with every symptom.

It was all her.

Everything clicked, why she was always tired, always brushing him off, why she looked like she was breaking and didn’t want him to see.

She knew. And she never told him.

He walked into her room slowly. She was still unconscious, hooked up to monitors, a soft beeping tracking her heart.

He sat down beside her and reached for her hand.

“Angel…” he whispered, voice cracking.

She didn’t move.

He brought her hand to his lips, pressing soft kisses along her knuckles, the back of ber palm, each fingertip.

“I didn’t know,” he whispered. “God, baby, i swear I didn’t know. I thought you just didn’t want me anymore.”

His eyes filled with tears. “You were probably scared to tell me right?”

Another kiss to her hand. “ That wouldn't have changed anything. Never.”

He ran his thumb along her wrist. “I love you. Even if you’re tired. Even if you cancel dates. Even if you don’t feel like smiling. I still love every version of you.”

She stirred slightly, eyelashes fluttering.

Kenan leaned forward instantly. “Hey…hey, sweetheart. I’m here. I’ve got you.”

She blinked slowly, confusion in her eyes.

“K-Kenan…?”

“Yeah, baby. It’s me.” He smiled through the tears. “You fainted, but you’re okay now.”

Her eyes widened immediately. “The kitchen-oh my God-I didn’t mean to-”

“Shh, shh.” He cupped her face gently. “Don’t talk yet. Just breathe, yeah?”

“I’m so sorry,” she whispered, tears spilling before she could stop them. “I didn’t want to hide it. I just-I didn’t know how to tell you. I thought you’d think I was broken or too much or-”

“Stop,” he said firmly, brushing her tears with his thumb. “You’re not broken. And I’m never going to think you’re too much.”

She let out a sob. “I didn’t want to lose you.”

He leaned in, kissing her forehead, her cheeks, the corner of her mouth.

“You could never lose me, angel,” he murmured. “You’re it for me.”

She closed her eyes, leaning into his touch. “I was so scared.” she whispered

“I know,” he whispered, voice thick. “But from now on… you’re not going through this alone. We’re gonna figure this out together, okay?”

She nodded, her breath hitching. “Okay.”

“Good girl,” he murmured, kissing the tip of her nose. “Now rest. I’ll be right here.”

And he was.

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[diasslim]

Hello! I'm so happy to have more new writers?! 🎉

can the reader be hailie's mother? and the reader's family doesn't like Marshall and try to exclude him from readers and hailie (hailie may have just been born or about 1-2 years old)

Thank you✨

A/N: Hope you like it!

Warning: Angst; slight swearing!

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Since you met Marshall, your family never really liked him, but when you showed up pregnant just some years after finishing high school they went crazy.

As soon as you two could you two got married. Both of you were working all day to have some rent, since your familly won't help you if you didn't divorce him, and his mother? Well, it's complicated, even if she liked you.

The months passed quickly, your belly growing big as your fatigue. You quit your full time job to work as a cleaner on a restaurant near your house. Of course your parents didn't like the fact you were working while carrying a baby, they thought that Marshall should be able to pay for everything alone.

And when he kept going for rap battles, wanting to make hip hop his career? You could see the disgust on their faces when they came to visit you.

Halie was born at Christmas. The most perfect gift you could have been given. And when he hold her you knew it was the best gift for him also.

For the first time in years your parents didn't make Marshall's and yours relationship a problem. They were just focused on you and the cute baby on his arms.

The things you would do for it staying like this. You thought Halie would be the glue to stick the family together. Oh, you're so wrong! It just got worse.

They would come in the house and starts random fights, waking the baby and making her cry, they would insult Marshall and his music, one time your father even called you a hoe.

"Say that shit again!"

Marshall yelled to your father as he gor infront of you and crying Halie on your arms. You mother held your father by his arm, begging for him to stop insulting you.

"I will! You're a shit hoe! You were not raised like that!"

It was just two seconds to your dad be on the floor because Marshall punched him on the nose. You mom let out a scream as Halie would cry even more louder.

You couldn't move. Your arms embraced Halie even tightly. You would faint. Your heartbeat is getting too fast or too slow? You couldn't tell if you were dreaming or this is the horrible reality you were facing.

"Please stop! (F/N)! Please, stop..."

Your mother yelled and looked at you, then at Marshall, then back at you. She was shaking. Is she afraid? Is she anxious? What the fuck is happening?

"The both of you are two fucking crying bitches!"

Your fathee got up and spit on the Marshall's feet, getting out in a rude manner as he almost breaks the door. You sigh in relief. You kneeled down letting Halie on the floor as her legs are shaking.

"Mama..."

You close your eyes, trying to ignore everything around you. But you felt skinny shaking arms embracing you quickly and a soft kiss on your forehead. Your mother didn't like Marshall, neither your choices, but she will be forever your mother.

You just opened your eyes when Marshall sat by your side, embracing you and Halie in a tight hug. Halie let go of you and hugged her dad tightly, allowing you to cry on his chest as you think about everything that just happened.

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[lou-struck]

Made With Love Part 5

Made with Love  pt 5

OM Brothers & Datables x reader

Featuring: Simeon and a bonus character

SERIES MASTERLIST

Warnings: yandere Simeon, mentions of kidnapping, passing out, overexertion. Slightly suggestive behavior.  Love Potion based personality changes, obsessive behaviors, mention of suggestive behavior, lots of teasing, kissing, touching, etc.

A/n: Thank you to everyone who stuck with me through this process, I know it took awhile to finish this mini series but I hope that it’s worth it.

As the Sorcerer's words echo through the dark, a disbelieving shiver trails down your spine. "Can you please repeat that, Solomon," you ask, hoping that your fatigue has made you auditorily hallucinate and everything will be fine.

His hand comes to rest on your arm, the comforting gesture does little to calm your nerves when the worry in his eyes shines as bright as the human world sun. "Depending on many factors, potions can affect individuals differently. As an angel, this twisted love potion may be much more potent on Simeon than it was on any of the Demons. I advise you to be on your guard when confronting him."

"So the kiss may not work at all?" you ask, trying your best to remain calm, but the slight tremor in your voice betrays you.

He shakes his head, "I'm afraid that's the case." His eyes fill with concern as they flick to the window. "I wonder if I should head back to the lab to try and create an antidote, in case you were to, to."

"In case I fail," you say dryly, understanding the severity of the situation. "But there still is a chance that I can help him, so I'm gonna take it. You should go back to Purgatory Hall; Luke should be…~"

Crap

For the first time in hours, you remember that you did not start this quest on your own. Poor Luke must be freaking out all by himself. You were supposed to check in with the angel, but after your DDD was waterlogged, thanks to Levi, you haven't been able to contact him at all. 

"What's the matter Mc?" Solomon asks gently, grabbing ahold of your arm. The warmth radiating from his fingertips brings you back down to earth. "You look like you've seen a ghost. 

"It's Luke," you answer, guilt flooding your features at just the mention of the little helper's name. "I was supposed to call him and check in while he has been working on the antidote but I couldn't. Do you have your DDD on you by chance?"

"Do I?" He furrows his brows and pats his pockets. Finding nothing, he frowns. "Sorry, I must've left it in the Banquet Hall. I recall having it when I arrived, but after everything that happened, I must've forgotten to pick it up."

You frown. Just standing around is wasting precious time, but you dread the words that are about to leave your lips. "You should head back. Get the others up to speed and check up on Luke for me, okay?"

"I don't want to leave you," he says; the fire in his eyes tells you that he means it with every fiber of his being. "Not when things are the way they are. 

"Technically, I should be the safest out of everyone." you mention, "At least we know what Simeon wants with me; if one of you guys ran into him, it could be a different story."

The determination on your features draws a long sigh from Solomon, one that really reveals his age. "Are you really okay with trying to find him on your own?"

You nod, giving him what you believe to be a convincing smile. "There is still a possibility that I can break the spell on my own. But if I can't, I promise I will call for help. 

"If that's what you think is best," he sighs, "But I can't say I'm happy with this arrangement."

"I know you aren't," you say quickly.  "But thank you for going along with my plan."

Before he turns to go, he grabs your hand and looks deep into your eyes. "Please be careful, Mc. He may look the same, but that is not the Simeon you know. If things get dicey, just call for me. Please, Mc, promise me you won't try to be a hero and do this on your own. None of us would be able to handle it if something were to happen to you. I wouldn't be able to handle it if you got hurt."

"I promise. I'll be careful," you say solemnly and he shoots you one last glance, begging for you to change your mind before he turns and leaves through a door. 

The feeling of loneliness comes quickly; all of your senses feel as if they have been heightened by your current fear. Every shadow that passes you resembles a hand ready to pull you into the darkness, and now you really want to go home. 

Where could Simeon be?

The Library?

The Botanical gardens?

The Bathroom?

With the thousands of hiding spots in front of you, you can't help but feel a tad overwhelmed. Your heart rate rises and the stone pattern on the tiles blur under your overwhelmed gaze. You stumble slightly over a divot in the hall and reach out to a long end table to steady yourself. 

The porcelain vase rattles but, thankfully, doesn't come crashing down. 

Just as you breathe a sigh of relief, a low laughter reaches your ears, and you turn your end to the wall of shadows at the end of the hallway.

Ah, alone at last Mc," Simeon coo's stepping out from behind a pillar, brilliant white wings out on display as he takes you in with dark eyes. "You have no idea what kinds of fun I have planned for the two of us now that I have you all to myself. His usual angelic aura is replaced with one that is dark and menacing; against your better judgment, you are hit with an incapacitating wave of fear. 

All it takes is one single step toward you for your courage to falter as one thought races through your mind on loop.

This isn't Simeon…

You turn and run.

~

At long last, Luke has done it…he thinks. 

The Lab smells of black licorice and garlic as the angel's slightly elongated reflection stares back at him as he gazes into the Deep lavender concoction that is supposed to solve everything. This cure should make everyone stop acting so scary, and you can still have the Valentine's Day party you deserve. 

But something feels wrong. 

You haven't messaged him once through this whole process. Every time Luke stares at his empty inbox, his heart breaks a bit more as he imagines those obsessive demons taking you away forever. 

Simeon'

What is going on over there?

Unable to wait any longer for the potion to cool, Luke takes it off its burner. The vial is painfully hot in his hands, but he doesn't let go as he puts a cork in it and runs out of the Lab in a flash. 

The sudden burst of cold air in his lungs makes the little angel struggle to breathe, but he keeps running. The taller demons he passes on the street give him odd looks as he passes, but he doesn't have time to care. 

Keeping his eyes trained on the wet ground below, he doesn't see the large man-shark demon stepping into his path until he makes contact with his slick, gray skin. Being much lighter than that massive demon, Luke bounces off of him and hits the ground hard. 

His knees sting as they scrape the ground and turn an angry red color, but as he struggles to regain his breath, all he can think of is the potion. 

Did he break it?

"Hey, little guy?" the demon he had crashed into earlier says, holding out a fin. "Are you okay? That was quite the spill."

Luke takes the fin and gets to his feet. He holds the antidote a bit closer to his chest. "I'm fine, I'm really sorry for running into you, but I have to go."

"It's cool, I get it." the demon says, smiling with his rows and rows and rows of jagged teeth. "Have a good one."

Luke nods and starts to run once more. His stomach twists and turns as he thinks of Simeon, of Barbatos, of you. 

While his tired, little mind may be making him think the worst, he has this strange feeling that you are in trouble. 

Simeon~

You're in trouble. 

Out of breath, you find yourself in the middle of the empty ballroom. The crystal chandelier gleams in the moonlight as a few white feathers float gently to the ground, each one casting a new shadow in Simeon's image. 

He's toying with you. 

"Are you done running?" His voice echoes through the darkness. "You must be tired, poor thing, won't you come here?" his tone is soft, angelic, and it brings tears to your eyes as you fight your natural instinct to run into his arms. 

Although you cannot see him, you can feel his presence, he isn't just watching you at this point, he's hunting you. The intense power radiating from the darkness causes your knees to tremble as you stumble over to the wall. Your body feels far weaker than normal, but your mind is still sharp. 

The potion is clearly still effective on him, so it could be entirely possible that he truly is as possessive as the others claimed he was. Meaning, you can use it to your advantage. 

"Simeon, c-could you please come out here?" you call, forcing your voice to waver a bit more than necessary to lure him out.  "Please, I got rid of the others, so It's just us. I-i want to spend my Valentine's Day with you."

You pause, awaiting his response, but get nothing. If your angel heard you, he doesn't seem to be taking the bait. Squinting through the room, you search for any sign of motion finding nothing. 

Walking over to the partially drawn curtains, your fingers close around the thick woven cord and give it a light tug. A bit more moonlight would make your search for Simeon a bit easier, but you find it doesn't budge. 

Gritting your teeth, you pull at it again and again, until the velvet drapery slides, revealing a disheveled Simeon who greets you with a manic grin. 

"You've done well my darling." he coo's those bright, beautiful blue eyes of his practically concealed by those enlarged hearts. "You found what was behind curtain number one."

His skin feels like it's on fire as his hand latches around your wrist. You gasp at the sensation and instinctively try to step away, but he doesn't let you. 

You are enveloped in his steaming embrace as he nuzzles his face into your hair. The faint glow of his wings illuminates the room as his feathers cocoon you. Despite the circumstances, you relax under his familiar touch. "Please don't be afraid of me." he murmurs, his voice soft and genuine as he tries to comfort you.

"I'm not afraid of you Simeon," you answer truthfully, "I could never be afraid of you. Today has just been difficult."

"I know My Love," he says, smiling into your hair. There is something eerie in his tone that puts you on edge. "It must've been difficult playing this little game of hide and seek all by yourself, but you did it. You found everyone, Just like I thought you would."

As his words wash over you, your stomach sinks and you twist around to face him. "What are you talking about?"

He smiles as he grabs your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze as he eyes you with predatory hunger. "Did you have fun getting your special little moment with everyone else? Did you enjoy their pathetic displays of infatuation, picking off each lovesick fool one by one and sending them off with just a little kiss?"

The Venom in his words causes you to squirm in his hold. "You were watching me?"

"Since you stepped foot in this castle," he grins his nails gently tracing the side of your face. "But unlike those demons, I showed restraint and waited for them to get out of the way. Like always, they were too greedy to focus on the big picture."

Perhaps it's the unusual bout of exhaustion you are feeling, but you're having trouble seeing what Simeon is referring to as the 'big picture' as well. "And what would that be?" You ask carefully.

"Before now, I was always the one to make sacrifices when it came to spending time with you. Whenever I try, you always get taken away from me to either play peacemaker to those selfish demons when they cause problems they lack the mental fortitude to fix themselves, get treated like one of Solomon's little lab rats, or play babysitter to Luke, who is afraid of his own shadow." He is so vexed at the words spewing out of his mouth that his body temperature increases even higher than before, making this smothering contact stiflingly warm. 

There is real pain behind his harsh words, the kind that definitely could be exploited by a personality-altering Love Potion; your heart breaks for the neglected angel. "Simeon…"

"So you can see it too?"  I am done taking a backseat and watching everyone sweep you off your feet while I am obligated to give up my heart's desire." White feathers twitch as their owner stares down at you darkly. "So I will take you away and dedicate every waking moment of my life to keeping your content."

With wings like those, Simeon could easily carry you away from the Devildom, and judging from the look of desperation on his face, he is planning on doing just that. 

"Please listen to me," you plead, placing your hand on his chest; his heart is beating out of control, "It's the Love Potion talking; you don't really want to do this. Let me help you."

He looks as if you had just slapped him across the face. His emotions are going from one extreme to the other. "How can you say that, Mc? How can you say that I wouldn't want to be near you at all times?"

"I'm sorry, I just never saw things that way until now." you apologize softly. "I never realized how little time we get to spend together. But I would like to fix it if you would allow me to."

The hearts shrink in size as you gently cup his overheating face, his blush looks painfully deep as you press your lips to his, softly at first, but the kiss quickly turns desperate as you think of all the times Simeon has had to play the good sport. 

Although kindness is one of his best traits, you fell in Love with Simeon, not the worn doormat he perceives himself to be at the moment. You love his wit, his creativity, his warmth. 

You pour your affections into the kiss, but something feels off. 

Your body tingles as you feel your energy being drained from you at a rapid pace. Your arm becomes slack as it falls from Simeon's face and hangs limply.

Your eyes widen as you stare up at Simeon helplessly. A look of Victory on his face as he boops your nose. "Oh come on Darling; You're going to have to give me much more than that."

~

The doors to the banquet hall part for Solomon as he approaches, but as he sees the nine pairs of eyes on him, he wishes he could be anywhere else at the moment. When the awaiting demons realize it is just him, their eager, hopeful looks turn mostly cold and disinterested.

It stings. 

"Diavolo is the first to greet him with a warm smile as the Prince strides over and pats him on the back. "Solomon, I am relieved to see that you have come back to us in one piece~."

"Where's Mc?" Mammon says interrupting his monarch, earring a murderous glare from Barbatos and a thwack to the back of the head from Lucifer.

Exhaling, his thoughts return to you, "Mc…Stayed behind to find Simeon on their own. I offered to help but they felt it was best if they faced him alone. Given the circumstances."

Satan sits up straighter in his chair, "That appears to be the best course of action," he relents. "We all saw Simeon; I fear if he were to run into one of us, he might become violent. But he would never hurt Mc, potion or no potion."

Asmodeus, the only one of the Avatars of Sin Solomon has a pact with, narrows his eyes, and sends the Sorcerer an accusatory glare. "There's something you're not telling us Hon; what is it?"

Signing deeper, he internally curses the demon for seeing through him so quickly. "There is a chance Mc will not be able to break the spell on Simeon with just a kiss. I heard Luke is back at Purgatory Hall working on an antidote as we speak in case they were to fail."

The room goes deathly quiet as everyone recalls Simeon's deranged promises from earlier. If you are at his mercy with no way of breaking the spell, he may have the upperhand and escape the Devildom with you. 

"That is serious," Diavolo frowns, addressing the room, "We must find them and restrain Simeon before he does anything he'll regret. Mc's safety takes priority right now."

"Something's wrong," Lucifer says from his seat. "I'm having trouble detecting Mc's presence."

"Has the Dark Angel made his move already?" Levi shudders. 

"Did you really give Simeon a nickname at a time like this?" Belphie asks, looking rather irritated. "I'm tired of waiting around while Mc is in danger."

Tired

That one little word causes Solomon's eye to widen as the passage of potion side effects flashes through his mind. 

"I know that look," Barbatos says wearily. "What are you thinking about?"

"I think," he says, his mouth bone dry as he speaks. "We need to go find Mc, right now."

Simeon II ~

"Did you really think it was going to be that easy, Mc? Did you really think that I would just throw away the chance to keep you all to myself because of a little kiss?" He asks, his hand rising to gently stroke your cheek, forcing you to stare into his unnerving heart-shaped pupils. The hearts are dilating and constricting so rapidly they look as if they are beating. "I want more…"

"What's going on?" you breathe as Simeon holds your numb body like you're a porcelain doll. "Simeon, why can't I move?"

"Don't worry My Darling. It's not permanent, but this does make our dramatic escape a bit easier for me." He smiles, pressing another kiss onto your forehead as if he is mocking your earlier attempt of breaking the spell. Upon seeing your frightened features, he gently bushes a few strands of hair from your face. "Oh, don't look at me like that, Mc; my heart won't be able to take it."

"What did you do?"

His smile grows wider, "I didn't do anything. The one responsible for the little state of exhaustion you find yourself in, is you."

"Wha~"

"My selfless little love, did you not realize that with each kiss you gave to break the spell, you have been draining your energy?" he asks amusedly. "Or did you believe you were tired from walking all this time?"

"You're right," you say after a moment of contemplation. You have felt the tug of exhaustion but never even considered that breaking the spell would have an effect on you. You really thought you were feeling the effects of stress or not drinking enough water. "But how did you know?"

"Because I see you, Mc," he coos, "The others, time and time again, take advantage of that big, beautiful heart of yours. Let me help you. Let me take you away from all of this so I can worship you the way you deserve to be. Every day will feel like heaven; I will dedicate every waking moment to your rapture; you will be so content, you will never long for anyone else, only me."

He steps closer to the balcony doors as you scream at your tired limbs to move. Your Fingertips twitch slightly, but it's not enough. You need to buy yourself some more time. "Simeon, we can't do this. We can't just leave behind everyone else."

He stops in his tracks, "You don't love me?" he asks, his voice tender with emotion as hurt fills his bewitched eyes. The hearts have stopped beating, but yours aches at the accusation. 

"Of course I love you Simeon," you say quickly, the wide, lovesick grin returning to his face at your words. "But I am happy here, and I know you are too. The other~"

"Will never stop using you," he interrupts, not taking his eyes off of you. "Aren't you tired Mc? Every day, you get thrown into the path of danger. And have to be the one to fix it. I saw what Leviathan did to you. I was this close to stepping in and striking him down, but then you broke the spell, And he was back to his pathetic self."

"That was an accident, he wasn't in control of his own actions." You say, coming to the thirdborn's defense. "But I still care about him."

"The others are not different, Beelzebub, Diavolo, Solomon. Their Love does not even compare to what I feel for you." Tears well in Simeon's eyes as he shakes. These words coming out of his mouth are so unkind; there is no way Simeon would say these things about his friends, his former brothers, and Luke, the one who looks up to him like an older brother.

"What about the Love you have for them? These are your friends, your family. How can you turn on them so easily?" 

"Because you are~" he pauses, furrowing his brow as he tries to remain focused on his words, on his obsession. It seems that the real Simeon is fighting below the surface, trying to break out of the enchantment. "You are everything to me, the only Love I need. And I will do whatever I can to keep you safe."

He starts to walk out the balcony doors. The cold air makes you shiver as your stomach sinks in despair. You can't fail, not now. 

"Simeon, I can't let you do this." 

With your remaining energy you reach up to grab his face, kissing him once more, pouring not just your Love into the action, but everything else you possess. With Simeon fighting the battle on the inside, the two of your souls meet at the impact point.

Your muscles go slack as you and Simeon drop to the floor, exhausted. Your lids are heavy as you watch him blink away the hearts in his eyes. 

With the fog cleared, he stares down at your weakened form with fear. "Mc? What happened? What did I do?"

"You're back. I'm so relieved." you murmur before you lose consciousness. 

~

Simeon holds you gently, real tears streaming down his cheeks as he sobs out quiet apologies for only you to hear. Although the details come back to him slowly, he knows that he is the one to blame for the state you are in. Alive, but completely drained of energy.

He had brought you back inside from the chilly balcony, allowing his wings to disappear. He does not feel very much like an Angel right now.

A stampede of footsteps approaches and he tenses up, waiting for the consequences of his actions to tear him apart. 

~

Being completely drained of energy is a weird sensation. 

You aren't unconscious, but you aren't quite with everyone. Many concerned voices come through your ears, muffled, as if your ears have been stuffed with cotton. 

Mammon, as the fastest of the bunch, was the first to come to your side. You recall him sliding across the marble floor, stealing you away from Simeon's trembling arms, trying desperately to shake you awake. 

"Why aren't they waking up?" he mumbles, his tone worried, yet angry, and you know he is looking at Simeon.

"They used all their energy," another voice, Solomon, says plainly. "It was a side effect from breaking the spell we were under. I didn't put two and two together at the time, but Mc gave us each a bit of their energy with their kiss."

"I see," Barbatos muses "So that was what was bothering you Solomon."

You feel your body taken carefully from Mammon's arms as you are cradled against a broad chest. Diavolo's voice is comforting in your ear as he whispers. "You did well, Mc; once again, the Devildom is in your debt." his warm power courses through you as you begin to recover a part of your strength. 

"But when will they wake up?" Beel asks worriedly. "They need to eat if they want to restore their strength."

"Maybe we should let them sleep," Belphie hums. "That always makes me feel better."

"Yer always sleeping," Mammon sighs. 

"I'm awake." You mutter weakly, opening your eyes. You are completely surrounded by your loved ones, the nine demons and the Sorcerer look weary but relieved to see you awake.

"You did it, Hon." Asmo smiles, smoothing your messed up hair. "You saved us all."

"And I'm sure I've never looked better," you quip, earning a warm chuckle from Diavolo and the others, but you notice something just out of the corner of your eye. "Oh Simeon.."

Simeon watches you from afar, still on the floor. When he notices you looking at him, he quickly averts his gaze, ashamed of his actions under the spell.

Seeing him like this breaks your heart. Sensing your distress, Lucifer breaks away from the group. You watch as he walks over to Simeon and extends a hand to his former brother. "Come on," he says, "Mc should spend the rest of the day with everyone they care about." 

You nod encouragingly to Diavolo to set you down as Simeon takes Lucifer's hand, getting slowly to his feet. His steps are small as he approaches. "How are you feeling?" he asks softly. 

You wrap your arms around him, and he relaxes under your gentle touch. "A little tired, but I'm glad that everything is back to normal."

"I'm relieved to hear you say that. But words cannot express how sorry I am for putting you through all that." he begins, this time looking around at everyone. "The potion seemed to feed on my inner insecurities, twisting my desires and taking control of my body, please believe me that the words I was saying were not entirely my own."

"I am sure we all said things we didn't mean," Diavolo shudders, recalling his earlier behavior, "But I promise you that no one here is at liberty to pass judgment.

"Even so, you were an amazing Final Boss Simeon." Levi gushes, the respect he has for his idol not diminished in the slightest.

"Oh, well thank you Leviatan." Simeon replies. "Perhaps this will make for an entertaining plot in my next novel. Perhaps you could assist me with the details."

Levi looks so overjoyed he is about to faint, so you step in, taking Simeon's hand and giving it a squeeze, "I'm just glad we are all together now."

"Does that mean we can get back to the feast?" Beel asks hopefully. "I'm starving."

"What else is new?" Satan sighs, turning his attention to you. "You had us worried, you have to stop doing that."

"Speaking of worried." Barbatos adds with a frown. "Where is Luke?"

"Oh my," Solomon pales. "In the excitement, I forgot to contact him when I arrived at the banquet hall. Should I go find him and tell him that the spell has broken?"

"Poor Chihuahua, he must be freakin out right now." Mammon sighs, running a hand through his hair. 

"Perhaps you should go get him, Mammon," Lucifer says. 

"I'm here," a small voice calls, pushing through the doors. 

Luke pants hunched over, holding a small glass vial close to his chest. "I got the antidote."

"You created an antidote all by yourself?" Simeon asks, coming over to crouch next to his out-of-breath companion. "I am so proud of you, Luke."

"Me too," you hum, coming to the other side of him. 

He preens under your praise but looks around the room, counting each individual with a frown. "Wait… Is everyone back to normal? What did I miss?"

The room falls silent as everyone glances at each other awkwardly, not wanting to discuss the more intimate details of your afternoon with the Little Angel. 

"Mc was able to break the spell," Babatos answers simply. "But your alchemic success will not go unnoticed, I'll see to it that you receive extra credit in your chemistry class."

Luke's cheeks burn crimson at Barbatos' compliment. "R-really?"

"Absolutely, you did well Luke," you say kindly. "But I am sorry for not contacting you, I fell into the pool and my DDD was ruined."

"My bad," Levi mutters, his face turning redder than Lukes. 

Diavolo, being the diplomat he is, claps his hands together. "Since we are all together now, I saw we all return to the banquet hall and enjoy the rest of the party. I believe Mc would enjoy some rest and refreshments."

"No more cookies though," Asmodues chuckles, sending you a playful wink. "I don't think Mc could handle any more excitement today."

"I'll dispose of them personally when we get back to the banquet hall," Lucifer promises you, placing his hand on your lower back, "But I will make sure to reward you for your efforts when you regain your strength."

"Hey, stop flirtin' with 'em, Lucifer," Mammon grumbles, yanking you away from the firstborn. "They've had enough of that today."

Mephisto (Bonus) ~

Although the President of the RAD Newspaper Club heard that today, Lord Diavolo had thrown together a private celebration in your honor and canceled his many appointments, he still decided to stop by the castle.

There is a large, elegantly wrapped present in his hands as he walks eagerly toward the banquet hall. Imagining the look of surprise on your face when you see that he has brought you some of your favorite gifts. 

Presenting you with such a gift would surely make the Noble Demon look better in the eyes of his Prince. 

It certainly isn't because he has feelings for you or anything like that. 

It's just politics… or so he tells himself. 

Checking his reflection in the hallway mirror just outside of the banquet hall. He readjusts his tie and smoothes out his hair, making it look just so.

With no attendants on duty, the doors open for him, magically revealing, much to his disappointment, an empty room. 

'Where is everyone?' he murmurs, scanning the room. The tables are filled with food, and there is a large, unopened pile of gifts by the fireplace, but none of the attendees are around to enjoy them. 

The dark hum of magic fills the room causing the demon to turn to the end table, where a small plate of heart-shaped cookies sits innocently seeingly appeared out of thin air. 

"Strange," he says to himself observing the platter. The warm smell tantalizes his nose, and he is reminded of the sweet vanilla fragrance you wore to the ball the other night. "I wonder…"

He looks around sheepishly, hoping no one observes his little lapse in self-control. He had been taught by his governess from a young age that it is rude to take food from a gathering he wasn't invited to. 

But he can't help it. 

Raising the cookie to his lips, he takes a bite.

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minors do not interact, 18+ only

✧˖°. doctor's orders

hey guys. did you know that medieval doctors would prescribe orgasms as medical treatment, as it was believed that a buildup of sexual desire would cause illness?

you know who would know this?

warnings: afab!reader (they/you pronouns, I say cunt a lot), fingering, humping, praise, usage of "little one" bc guhhh, biting, medical kink if you squint, long

It was of the opinion of your dear friends that you had fallen very, very ill.

There could be no other explanation; the pleasant, thoughtful prefect, their beloved friend, had become disinterested and grumpy, isolating themselves in their room and dismissing any attempts to talk.

You complained of being dizzy. You always looked as if you didn't quite sleep enough the night before, or the night before that. And you were distracted, your mind clearly on something else.

And despite the best efforts of your friends, you refused to see the nurse.

"I've never seen them so stubborn," Vil complains. "It's as if they want to suffer."

Leona scoffs and kicks his feet up on the table. "I say let 'em be. They're going through a phase. Can't do anything about that,"

"Was this really important enough to meet over?" Trey asks. "I have to take batter out of the fridge in fifteen-"

"Yes, we heard you the first time. And yes, it's important. They've become an absolute hermit," Vil says.

Cater leans into his elbow on the table, smiling. "And aren't they like, a little old to be going through phases?"

"My thoughts exactly,"

Each of your friends exchange glances. All have their theories, but none are willing to share them in the dim lighting of the classroom. Leona sighs.

"As much as I hate to ask, can't you just have your little lapdog figure it out?"

"Rook?" Vil asks. "I've tried. He smiles at me, as if he knows, and then says he hasn't a clue and walks off."

"Psh. Typical,"

"What're we talking about?"

Lost in thought and tense conversation, no one had noticed the door to the classroom opening.

Perhaps they wouldn't have noticed even if it was quiet, since the fae standing at the mouth of the room with his hands folded behind his back and a curious smile on his face was known for surprises.

"...Good evening, Lilia," Vil says. "We were only having a conversation."

His eyes light up at the trepidation in Vil's words. "Ooh, gossip?"

"Nothing of the sort,"

Cater grins, and leans further against the table. "Uh, kinda, tho. A certain someone's been weird lately, and it's freaking everyone out,"

"Oh," Lilia says, raising his brow. "That's unfortunate. Are they unwell?"

Cater shrugs, and Vil rolls his eyes.

"Yes. But they refuse to be tended to,"

The fae hums, the same curious smile on his lips. He's obviously not too worried. "Perhaps I can help. I've treated some illnesses in my time. What are the symptoms?"

Vil seems reluctant to share, as if he doubts Lilia's word, but then he sighs.

"Fatigue, shortness of breath, and they complain of feeling lightheaded. They've also taken to isolating themselves in their room, and their attitude has..."

"They're a huge dick now," Leona grins. Vil glares daggers at him.

Lilia hums again, cradling his chin in thought. "I see... if that's all, then I think I know what's ailing them. I'm afraid it's rather serious,"

And the room goes silent, everyone's attentions drawn to the small fae. Some suddenly look quite nervous, and others- Leona- roll their eyes.

"Woah, Lils, how serious are we talking?" Cater asks, sitting up straight again.

"I read of it in a Briar Valley medicinal tome some time ago. It's quite common in mature humans," he explains. "Some cases have been deathly. Luckily, there is treatment... ahem, but it must be given by another person."

"Like an injection or something?" Cater asks.

"Khee hee. Yes, something like that,"

Vil puts his hands on his hips, still looking skeptical. "And I suppose you'd like to give it?"

For a fleeting moment in that dark room, in the flicker of candle, Lilia's smirk sharpens, a knowing, sly gleam in his eyes.

Then, as if it had never happened, his cute, jovial expression returns. "Of course. I am the expert, after all,"

.

"Knock knock~"

Lilia is, perhaps, the last person you want to see right now.

Between your friends pestering you and the dull, unrelieved ache between your legs that you can never seem to rid yourself of, this week has felt like twelve of Lilia's lifespans combined.

The door opens without a response from you.

"There you are!" Lilia beams, as if he'd been looking for you all day. As if you'd been anywhere but in your room...

"Hello, dear. A little birdie told me you weren't feeling well."

You suppress a groan of pure, tortured anguish. "Listen, I know you're just trying to help, but I'm really not in the mood for visitors,"

"Aren't you?" he says with a tsk, tsk, slowly closing the door behind him. "I think a visitor is just what you need. I know just how to make this go away, after all."

You almost roll your eyes. He's just like the others- no amount of soup and bed rest was going to help you.

"Aww, don't give me that look," Lilia smiles, delicately sitting at the end of your bed. "I can tell this isn't a stomach bug or a cold. I'm not witless like the others, you know. Now, we're both adults here. Would you like to tell me about it, or shall I guess?"

You blink. No other option. You want to believe that he doesn't know what he's talking about, but he's Lilia.

Your refusal to answer only sharpens his grin.

"Guessing it is. Let's see," he says, his eyes lingering on your body for a moment too long.

"Khee hee. Seems like someone is a little overdue for some fun. Frustrated, are we?"

"Lilia!"

You throw your pillow at him, and he catches it with a giggle, setting it beside him and leaning over you.

"I'm right, then? Oh, don't tell me. I love the suspense. But you do know it's unhealthy to abstain. Lethal, sometimes. Back in my day, it was called womb sickness. Now it's... what, going cold turkey?"

"Lilia,"

He giggles again. "Oh, I apologize. Too lewd?"

He's not sorry in the slightest. If anything, he seems to be drinking in your frustration and embarrassment, and he has that glint in his eyes- that fiery sort of look he has before a competition.

"It's not that," you huff. "And I'm not... abstaining. I just... I've... I've had trouble... getting there."

Lilia doesn't seem surprised. If anything, his smirk only sharpens, and his eyes lower to your body again, lingering far too long on the exposed tummy visible between your shirt and your pants. His fingers, cool and almost calloused, brush against your cheek as he tucks hair behind your ear.

"Hmm... that is unfortunate, isn't it?"

"Very," you say, plainly.

There's a moment of silence, his eyes dragging down your body, shamelessly admiring you with only a look.

His hand snakes from the sheets beside you to your thigh, fingers pressing into the plush and thumb languidly stroking along the warmth of your inner thigh. There's nothing shy or gentle about the touch.

"Let me help you,"

"Excuse me?"

He bursts into a fit of giggles, his fingers digging into your thigh.

"Khee hee. My apologies, what I meant was, it is quite unhealthy to go so long without proper release. But there are... treatments,"

His thumb presses into your inner thigh for emphasis.

"So... let me help you. In a strictly professional, medical context. Of course,"

"Of course?" you repeat.

"Of course,"

His hand slides up your side, and he gives you a firm, reassuring squeeze before sliding back to your thigh, coaxing your legs apart.

Lilia stills, taking a breath and enjoying the look of you on your back underneath him. Then, he cozies himself up next to you, resting his head on your shoulder.

"This'll be better if you relax. Doctor's orders," he says. You can hear the smirk in his voice.

His fingers dance along the hem of your pajamas before sliding between the fabric of your pants and underwear. He traces a line up your clothed cunt, feeling for arousal, and then, without warning, he pushes his thumb against your achey clit, hard, making you jolt.

"Khee hee. Couldn't help myself,"

You don't have the mind to curse him out now, not even in your thoughts. His mouth finds your neck, and he presses kisses to it as his thumb moves in deep, languid circles over the pearl of your cunt.

"O-oh,"

"You like?" he giggles, fangs grazing against the tender flesh of your throat. "Don't get too cozy. We're only starting."

Every few seconds, he changes the direction or pace of his thumb, stroking your clit in circles or moving up and down, both agonizingly slow and agonizingly fast, never giving you a moment to breathe, and certainly not to cum.

"That's it," he murmurs against your neck, lowered, crimson eyes watching your chest rise and fall with each breath. "Aren't you a brave little one? Getting so wet for me..."

As if to emphasize his point, two fingers make their way beneath the thin fabric of your underwear, dipping between your folds and dancing in your slick. The cold of his skin makes your hips jolt again, and he giggles.

"Mmh. You weren't kidding. You're desperate, aren't you?"

He takes your flustered silence as a yes, and withdraws his fingers from between your legs, holding them to the light, playing with the glistening strings of slick between his fingers.

"...How cute,"

He's been torturing you for so long, you'd nearly forgotten... everything. The time, the place, your own name...

Only the absence of his hand from your cunt reminds you, and you meet his eyes with a pout.

"Lil-"

"Suck," he commands, holding his fingers to your lips. The warmth of your own cunt meets the warmth of your tongue as you let him in, and he hums happily. Once, he presses down on your tongue, making you gag, much to his delight.

He withdraws the hand and uses it to hold your face, smearing your cheek with your spit as he guides your lips to his. Lilia kisses you hard, tasting yourself on your tongue, almost moaning into your mouth when you do.

Then, he pulls away, his eyes lowered, fangs pressing into his lower lip in a grin.

"Ready?"

"Ready?" You repeat, watching him rest his head on your chest as he lays himself beside you again.

His fingers slip beneath your underwear again. "For your treatment, silly thing. Ready?"

You can suddenly feel your heart in your throat, and as soon as the word leaves your mouth, there are two nimble fingers breaching your cunt.

"My, my," his giggles almost drown out the sound of your moans. "Don't worry, little one, I'll take good care of you."

He scissors his fingers, stretching you out as if to test how much you can take, which is pleasurable in its own way, and then he begins moving. He pumps his middle and ring finger in and out, shallow at first, but going further with each noise of yours. He curls his fingers the deeper he goes, forcing more moans and whimpers and incoherent babbles out of your throat.

Though you can't see his face as he focuses solely on the place between your legs, you can tell he's enjoying this... if only because he's been grinding against your thigh since before you kissed.

"That's- that's it, just like that, you're doing so well, little one-"

The speed of his hips quickens with the speed of his fingers, filling the room with the sound of your desperate moans, his whines, and the squish of his fingers thrusting into your slick hole. His ankle hooks around yours, locking your bodies together as he humps your thigh. The heel of his palm grinds into your clit as his fingers push deeper.

You're convinced he can feel your orgasm coming before you do, because as soon as he hits the perfect spot, he sinks his fangs into your neck, overwhelming you with pain and pleasure and making you cum, finally, all over his hand.

Your vision goes white, and his soft praises sound distant until you can feel your fingers again.

And his, as he pulls them out, admiring the way they're wrinkled from your wetness and covered in slick.

"Mmh. I'm impressed. You must have been truly desperate to cum like that- or perhaps you just like me? Khee hee,"

You can't seem to speak, your body still numb and tingling with pleasure. Lilia grins at the state of yourself and leans up to kiss your sweaty forehead.

"All better, I take it? I knew I always had a knack for medicine," he says, sitting up.

You watch as he licks his hand clean, savoring the fruits of his efforts.

"I'm sure your friends will be pleased to see you in good health again."

Your eyes widen, and your lips finally part- "Don't-"

He chuckles. "I won't say a word, don't worry your pretty little head about it. It'll be our little secret, Prefect~"

Lilia looks away for a moment, seemingly lost in thought, and then he smiles again.

"...That was a close call, though. It would be just terrible if something like this happened again. I'll have to return in a few days to make sure you're taking good care of yourself- doctor's orders."

[blackknight-kai]

Got Sick? Have a Monkey Nurse

Request: “since I'm sick with a cold, I wanted to ask for hcs and maybe scenarios if you're inspired, for both DO and Sun Wukong about how they'd react and what'd they do if reader got sick with a cold due to bad weather conditions. And while it's not life-threatening it has reader cough badly, losing appetite, being absent mentally, getting fever, headaches and not eating, body weakness and all around exhaustion, to the point she has to rest more often and longer hampering the group's speed. (She also managed to nearly collapse on the spot while walking because she wanted to carry on and keep it a secret maybe) Reader is also low-key embarrassed about it since she is so weak as a mortal and thinks DO and SWK will surely despise her for this. also maybe she is afraid she'll get them sick too so she will at first try to create distance”

Below will be a snippet, a reaction for DO & WK separately, and then some bonus stuff!

He knew something was amiss with you but he couldnt quite place what at first. Your scent had changed and you seemed sluggish, slower than normal as you helped pick up the small camp that morning so you guys could move on. He checked on you but you waved him off and with a shrug he decided to leave you be. But he kept a close eye on you, noticed how you lagged behind and seemed a little out of it. You didn’t even really react when tried sneaking up on you!

That evening when you guys bunked down for the night you didn’t hardly eat, much to his annoyance and concern. And you went to bed early claiming that you’d just been extra sleepy but that you’d be good to go in the morning. Come morning though, he realized you were NOT ‘good to go’. Instead you were even slower than the day before. And you were avoiding him, keeping a weird little distance between the two of you as if he suddenly started to smell, he sniffed himself self consciously of course because of this….a few times. But no, he doesnt stink. He wondered then if maybe it’s his breath? Or did you just need space?

Several times he had to stop and wait for you to catch up, or you seemed to stall periodically and would say you thought you saw something, which was starting to irritate him because there is never anything there, but he could tell by the way you were breathing that you were fatigued. Speaking of breathing, your breaths sounded strange. Rough. Like you were struggling to breathe.

As the day continued on something shifted, you started to cough. Light at first and you swore it was just due to a dry throat. But even after hydrating your cough continued, got worse even over the next several hours. Your scent also has changed even more since the day before. Around mid day, while he was keeping a suspicious eye on you, you seem to trip over your own feet and he had to rush catch you to stop you from falling. You’re warmer than usual, trust him he knows, and so he leans in and subtly sniffs you. You dont smell ‘bad’ or anything, but you dont smell healthy….almost like…

His eyes widen and he takes a moment to look you over carefully. Your face is flushed with a sheen of sweat on your brow and down your neck, your breathing ragged although you seem to be trying to hide it. You are also slumped in a way he hasn’t seen you stand before as though you are barely remaining on your feet. Plus, now that he’s looking for it there is a slight sway to your body and your eyes are slightly unfocused. The worsening cough, no appetite last night or this morning, and the slight sniffle you have going that wasn’t there before.

Shit, he should have know. You’re sick. As he watches you he wonders what caused this? You guys hadnt come into contact with any one who was sick and there hadnt really been any changes in diet and the pace of your journey hasn’t changed…but then it clicks. A few nights ago there had been a very quick and sudden downpour and the two of you had been taken by surprise. Normally he would have smelled the rain coming but he had been distracted by watching you try to show him that you’d been learning how to use a staff just by watching him. You’d picked up a stick and were waving it around with such fierce determination he hadnt had the heart to tell you that you definitely hadnt learned a single thing, but he did laugh at you though. Quite a bit.

The rain though had drenched you both and you’d taken shelter in a small shallow cave hed been lucky to spot. Scrounging up dry fire wood was a pain but after some searching he had managed. While you both sat in front of the fire to dry, him stripped of most of his clothes save for a loincloth covering his dignity, you had refused to take off most of your clothes, preferring to try to sit in front of the fire to dry. He had snickered at you for it, especially when later he was mostly dry and you were still sitting in damp clothes. Now though he realizes what a mistake that was.

He presses you about it and at first you try to lie, of course you do. But then you finally sag a little and tell him that ‘yes’ you are sick. And when you sheepishly explain that you didn’t want to slow him down??? He throws his head back with a groan and huffs. Of COURSE you would try to power through. He’s annoyed at himself for not stopping and pressing you as soon as he noticed yesterday that something was wrong. He doesnt want you to be suffering like this!

From your point of view how he is reacting is exactly as you feared. You assumed he would be annoyed with you, upset that ‘of course the human is so weak she catches a cold’. And that he’d be frustrated at the delay in your journey. Guilt weighs you down, you’d done your best to push through your exhaustion and aching body to prevent exactly this. Plus, what if you got HIM sick? Can he even get sick? This is when he stomps off without you right? Because you’ve finally shown you weren’t made for this…..cant keep up with him.

A cough tickles your throat and you try to stifle it but aren’t able to and before you know it your hacking, the feeling of his warm hand on your back rubbing soothing circles doesnt go unnoticed. You try to apologize after you’ve stopped coughing and clear your throat but the unimpressed look he sends you makes you look away in embarrassment.

Your supply bag is lifted off your shoulders and a surprised yelp leaves your sore throat as you’re bodily picked up, you’re not quite thrown over his shoulder but it’s a near thing. He stalks off carrying both you and the bag, walking with clear purpose and you try to protest but he wont have it. His grip remains tight and his pace steady all the way up until he finds a safe place for you both to bunker down and for you to rest.

What to do about this unexpected issue?

Both:

- [ ] Massage your aches, be it legs, shoulders, head, neck, back etc.

- [ ] Be super sweet.

- [ ] Manhandle you.

- [ ] Might whine in the back of his throat when you cough too long and knows it hurts you.

- [ ] You will NOT be getting up unless it’s to use the bathroom.

- [ ] A little overbearing….

- [ ] Hand feeding - unless you protest

- [ ] Checks your temp regularly with his forehead and hand.

- [ ] Depending on how bad your sickness is he may pace while you’re asleep and fidget or grumble as he worries over you. When you’re awake he wont show it though.

- [ ] Wants desperately to take your pain away.

- [ ] When you dont have a headache/ aren’t coughing a lot will try to make you laugh a little

- [ ] When you’re sleeping will give you forehead kisses and nuzzles.

- [ ] You will be taken care of and pampered. Comfortable. Made to feel important and not like a chore.

Destined One:

- [ ] Bare with him….he has never been someone’s nurse before. So he’s going to be a bit tentative as he gets you settled on to your bed roll and tucked in with furs/blankets.

- [ ] He’s a bit annoyed at you at first, mainly because you didn’t tell him you were sick and had tried to pretend, probably making it worse.

- [ ] But as he see’s how truly sick you are he’s going lose that irritation and concern will swallow it whole.

- [ ] He’s not going to know what to make of you but hes going to do his best.

- [ ] You‘ll probably have to guide him a little, hes never really been sick before so he’s lost.

- [ ] But once he knows what to do he’s going to take care of you. Getting you water, changing the cool towel on your forehead, getting you a little to eat here and there.

- [ ] When he figures you’re not warm enough he tries to use his body heat to warm you.

- [ ] Rolls his eyes at your protests and does it anyway - he wont be getting sick dont worry.

- [ ] He’s gonna be a bit of a mother hen….dont wanna eat? Too bad hes going to make you eat a few bites at least and wont stop prodding you until you do.

- [ ] He’s very soft during this time with you, gentle. Soft monkey noises to soothe and comfort - something hes not used to but cant help himself.

- [ ] Only leaves when necessary.

- [ ] He hates it the most when you say you’re dizzy and your head is throbbing from a terrible headache, seeing you be in such pain hurts his chest and he will gently massage your head for you while he rests it in his lap/on his leg.

- [ ] Towel bath. He will be respectful but he will wipe you down to get the sweat off of you.

- [ ] His voice, or well the grunts and sounds he makes are softer so that he doesnt hurt your head.

- [ ] Will rub your back and shoulders as you cough and hack.

- [ ] If you like ‘white noise’ he will rumble/purr in his chest to help you relax / sleep.

- [ ] When you finally let it slip that you were scared of upsetting him and that you’re sorry you were weak…please dont leave you behind, he is going to pout up a damn storm and very gently pinch your cheeks.

- [ ] If you HC him as speaking every so often he will finally use words to tell you that NO he isnt going to leave you and that hes not mad at you. That he just wants you to get better so he can see you smile again. He will sign this out or use his body language to tell you if you dont think he speaks. Either way, he just wants you to not be in pain.

- [ ] He’s gonna make sure you know he’s there for you. Sickness and in health.

Wukong:

- [ ] He’s gonna immediately jump on the mother hen shit.

- [ ] At first he’s going to be huffy as he talks and does things, but it’s because hes mad that he didn’t notice your plight.

- [ ] His movements at first will be rough but gentle as he lays you down and makes you rest on your bed roll.

- [ ] He’s going to tuck you in and if he has to, he will tie you down LOL dont play with him.

- [ ] He has helped with sick restless monkey cubs in the past so he at least has the basics down. Will definitely compare you to one teasingly by the way.

- [ ] He’s going to not take no for an answer, ever. He’s gentle about it though dont worry. But if he has to, he will put water in his mouth and kiss you - pry your lips open with his/his tongue and make you take the water. (So…I mean maybe refuse water for a kiss…?👀)

- [ ] He is going to ask you to do things ‘for him’ as in “Eat one more bite for me?” Kind of stuff. And hes gonna be sooooo sooo soft about it that honestly you’ll have to just do it because how tender he’s being.

- [ ] Will always be touching you, tail around you somewhere or hes massaging your neck and shoulders.

- [ ] He hates everything about this because you’re clearly in pain and feel horrible, but loves taking care of you. Loves that you let him.

- [ ] For once he’s pretty quiet, unless you ask him to tell you stories or talk. Might hum, very off key, for you too.

- [ ] Wont leave your side unless he has to for something.

- [ ] He’s going to tease you and coo at you - sweetly though.

- [ ] Will stroke your face and comb his fingers through your hair. Massage your shoulders/neck/head.

- [ ] Takes wiping you down seriously and wont make any teasing comments or do anything funny.

- [ ] Will ‘let’ you use him as a heated mattress (he makes you LOL) - if you get sweaty too bad he will just remove the blanket but you’re not going anywhere.

- [ ] When you finally come out and tell him you feared him leaving you behind, getting him sick, and slowing him down he full on scoffs and blows a gentle raspberry on your cheek.

- [ ] Tells you that you’re silly as hell for thinking that because, HIM? Getting sick? Fat fucking chance. And leaving you? Pffffffft good luck getting away from him (said as a joke).

- [ ] As for slowing him down? Well duh, you’re sick its gonna slow things down but he’d rather that then you making yourself worse - which he calls you an idiot for doing btw (but very fondly). But keep in mind he can literally just carry you and make up time. And he will.

- [ ] Go ahead, ask him for something, anything because it’s yours and he will GLADLY provide. He’s WAITING for you to make a request.

- [ ] He only asks for a smile as thanks.

Bonus 1 Both: He gets sick

- [ ] Huffing, whining, glowering at you when you aren’t near him so he can use your lap as a pillow/body as a pillow.

- [ ] Acts weaker than he is. Just so you will pamper him more. (Still able to manhandle you funnily enough…) He’s needy and clingy.

- [ ] Loves your attention - may not admit it. But his weak tail swishing tells you otherwise. Purrs while you take care of him. (Yes some monkeys purr)

Bonus 2 DO: He gets sick

- [ ] Tries to take care of himself at first but when you insist he allows you to - he’s not that hard to convince in his weakened state.

- [ ] Very cuddly and honestly? Kinda needy but silent about it.

- [ ] Very soft and has big imploring soft brown eyes that you cant resist. Never had to be taken care of so he’s living his best life right now even if he feels like shit.

Bonus 3 Wukong: He gets sick

- [ ] If he gets sick he is a HUGE fucking baby about it. I hope you’re ready for his pouting, whining, and dramatics (when hes awake, because when he sleeping hes adorable and an angel)

- [ ] Will pretend like hes fine, put a good show of refusing help, extra pouty. But when he gives in? Well….good luck.

- [ ] Will take everything you give him though like a good boy - wont feed himself, you have to hand feed him. He’s greedy for your attention.

Bonus 4: How I think he would sneeze in general (sick or not), this just was a passing thought….

- [ ] DO: Sneezes 1 of two ways, hides it or….sneezes like an adorable kitten with a little monkey sound in there. - first time you hear it you’d probably melt.

- [ ] WK: Sneezes loudly, suddenly, and obnoxiously like an old man whose soul is ejecting itself forcefully from his body. Does this on purpose just to be annoying and piss people off or scare them.

[sglossmin]

MUSE | MYG pt. 2

Plot: What happens when the man you practically simp over in high school, is right now, sitting across you after almost 10 years of not seeing him? Worse? You’re here for an appointment for therapy and he’s your psychologist.

Pairing: SeniorStudent!Yoongi x JuniorStudent!Reader —> Psychologist! Yoongi x Artist!Reader

Genre: Fluff, slight age gap, slice of life, a bit of angst, schoolmates to lovers(?) Change povs, I think you guys will be interested hehe

Warnings: talks about mental and death…erm lemme know if you found any disturbing heh

Word count: dunno

A/N: Here's the part 2 guys!!! Thanks for liking the first part!! As I said it's my first time doing this and it already feels soooo great. I hope I won't disappoint anyone:<< Thank you for reading!! (I pulled all nighters last night to finish the first part ngl. I only read it twice, it seemed fine but anyways, tell me if I'm lacking or u don't understand something!) Also, I really don't know if psychologists work like this heh. Happy reading!

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Part 1 read here^^

His voice ringed in my ears.

Exactly...He was right.

Jeon Y/n, what happened?

I shook my head and nervously chuckled away my thoughts. Can I do this with a doctor? Should I just keep on hiding away my thoughts? Isn't the reason I paid to be here was so I can let myself sink in my emotions and thoughts without drowning?

With him across me, his hazel eyes looking with such concern, how can I?

By the time I heard the name of the doctor, I knew it was too familiar. Yet, I shrugged it off thinking there's thousands of people who has the same name.

I was wrong.

Clearing my throat, I looked at everywhere but him.

"Maybe it was the fatigue. I had a lot of different clients in a while, some of them were really just.." I hissed, also half chuckling—if that's even a thing.

Why am I always like this? Why do I keep on lighting up the mood instead of diving deeper?

Was I afraid to drown?

No.

I'm afraid that while drowning, no one would even bother to save me.

"You had a hard time dealing with clients?" Yoongi asked as he tilt his head writing down every words of mine.

This scene felt too familiar. I didn't even realized that I let out a snort, he looked at me with a frown.

I let out a nervous chuckle before clearing myself, "Don't get me wrong. It's just, I met a couple of journalists already, and...well... you look like one. I mean, I know it's just part of the procedure. I just really have a crack in my head."

Yoongi's eyes widen. "You had a head fracture? Why didn't you tell me? Since when did it happen and why-"

I cut him off by shaking my hands off , "N-no...no, it's not like that. It was uh... a joke. Sorry." I bit my lip.

Gosh, this is embarrassing.

He sighed and nodded. "That's good to know."

The session continued. We talked about how some coping mechanism that can help me reduce my anxiety. Yoongi also said that it'd be great if I can tell him what triggered me to feel this way.

"Right... I haven't told him."

I remembered while munching the tangerines I bought last time. It was late at night and I was finishing the landscape that my daughter's client wanted. It was a rather fantasy-looking painting. Like in those manhwas. They paid me big time for this, I should at least do my best if I wanna retire early. My back ached for having a hunched position for a long time.

"I should've paid to go to yoga classes instead of therapy..." I yawned.

Lost in my thoughts, I heard a car sound. Someone just parked their car probably since it seemed like the engine went off.

"Who's visiting me at this hour- Wait, right. Someone lives across me who actually drives now."

Too used on having the old Kim's as the neighbor, I forgot.

My phone rang and I sighed as soon as I saw the caller's ID.

"Yes? What do I owe the pleasure of having my sweet, lovely, sexy manager Park to call me late at this hour? Another plagiarism?'' My voice full of intent of sarcasm made me imagine my manager roll his eyes.

A few seconds of silence before he answered, "Are you okay?"

What? The crap this dumbass talking about.

"Still alive... yeah"

It wasn't really weird for him to ask me that since other than being coworkers, we're also friends. The weird thing is, calling me late at night just to check me up.

Receiving a text message saying, "Don't catch cold, keep warm" or "Make sure you eat." even at late at night—understandable—but calling? Not a Jimin thing.

"I got a report that you went to a mental clinic." His voice were laced of concern.

"Oh that, I was just, uh... Heard there was a free mental check up, so why not grab it?"

Even with just a phone call, I can already feel his intense glare toward me.

"Don't lie. I already checked the clinic. They don't have stuffs like that. Tell me why you're there, Jeon Y/n"

Shit. He called me by my full name. He's the worst when he's mad.

Should I tell him? But I swear, he'll just gonna bomb me with tons of questions. He might even pull off the client's demand. Gonna force me to take the time off. Care for me like a sick victorian child.

Taking a time off is the least thing I need right now. With these drawings, I can have a peaceful mind once in a while. Not caring or thinking about anything in the world, just focused on making a masterpiece someone would love.

I cleared my throat, I knew Jimin was just concerned about me, which made me feel even more bad. "I was just... visiting an old friend."

"Really, huh?" He spit, obviously not believing me.

"A schoolmate of mine works there. He's a doctor there." Unfortunately.

Jimin sighed. "You know Y/n, you can tell me anything. I'm not just your manager-"

"But a close friend. Yeah yeah, I know that. I always thank you for being that. But don't worry. I'm fineeee. Get your good night sleep and contact Mr Jung and tell him the artwork is done, okay?"

He told me once again how he cares before he hangs up.

Realizing that I've been just staying in the house for too long, an idea came up to my pretty head.

"Should I play with Jungkook tomorrow?"

I called Jungkook last night and he agreed. We're going to play badminton early in the morning before I go to my appointment with Mr Jung.

The sun is about to rise yet Jungkook is nowhere to be found. I waited for him in the playground in the neighborhood. Called him multiple times yet he didn't answer. I held the racket in my fist.

"Whoa...is he getting back at me since I didn't showed up for lunch last time?" I clicked my tongue and was about to go home till I heard someone call me.

"Ms Jeon!"

I turned my head towards the voice. It was Yoongi, he was slightly covered in sweat. Seems like he's been running for some quite time. Never thought he's a morning person.

He ran towards me with a smile. What a scenery...

"You're playing?" He asked, looking at the racket in my hand.

We played for a while. The sound of each other's laugh filled the playground. After multiple times of out scoring him, we sat down. Panting and drenched with sweat. Smile in our faces never seem to leave.

"Still good as ever." He said as he gulped down the water. "Too bad, you lost back then cause you don't know how to serve," he chuckled. His precious gummy smile flashing at me.

"You remembered?"

Spring 2011

Sports week.

The time where all of the students are completely engaged in a school activity.

We had basketball, volleyball, table tennis, cheer dance, pageant, badminton, and a lot of other stuffs really. It is the only time in the year where students can show off their talents.

D-1

I never really thought Min Yoongi was an athletic type. He's slim and so pale, he doesn't look like he goes out in their house at all.

But here I am, squealing and cheering over him—along side with the other thousands of students.

Yeah, well, what can I say? A lot of people want to cheer him.

He probably didn't even notice that I was in the crowd, chanting his name as if it'll help.

"GO MIN YOONGI!!! TAKE THOSE FUCKERS DOWN!"

"Young lady! Such a fowl language." The old teacher clicked her tongue.

I bowed and apologize.

"Here, carry these files for me and let's go to the guidance."

"P-pardon?" I gape at her and she just gave me a stack of paper and walked away. I followed and went with her.

Right after I finished writing 'I'm sorry, I won't curse anymore' in a three page yellow paper, back to back, their game was finished.

"They were literally lifting him up. And everyone was chanting his name." Chae said as she munched down my food. "Too bad you weren't able to see it."

I sighed. "It's fine. It's not like he'll notice." I sulked at my chair like a child.

"But he was frowning. Seems like annoyed or something. Like he doesn't even care that they won."

Why is he scowling when they won?

"So what day are you playing again?" Sana changed the subject.

"Day 3..." I even lost my appetite to the point I just let Chae eat my food. "I only participated because they'll give us additional grade, so the game doesn't really matter. I can lose in the first round and I wouldn't care"

Sitting up straight, I had an idea, "You know what? I'll lose in the first round, in that way I wouldn't have to work that hard."

"But wouldn't it be nice if you'll win? I mean... Neko won the championship..." Chae said. What a great way to ruin a foolproof plan.

But she has a point.

And it's stupid.

"He probably won't watch it. He'd rather stay in their classroom. Neko have always been like that." I snort.

That night, I wondered, what it feels like to have Min Yoongi to cheer for me?

D-3

There wasn't really much crowd during our game, which wasn't a surprise. During sport fest, the first and the last day only matters. Unless the players were the teachers. Seeing them play with the risk of slipping, their arthritis aching, big bellies bouncing, oh it is fun to watch. Especially when you root for the nicest teacher to win and talk shit behind when the most hated teacher comes in.

A fun time to enjoy ourselves before the school year comes to an end.

"Go Y/n!"

I glared at some of my friends as they shouted my name.

Why are they making such a big deal out of this? Tsk.

A small grin tugged my lips as the game is about to start. Do I love the attention and support they're giving me? Maybe... Will I admit it? When a dog grows its wing, perhaps.

The opponent served and I swiftly hit it back. I didn't hit it with much force but it went high and far, but still close enough to be counted as my point. In my defense, the shuttlecock landed perfectly on my racket that's why with even a less force, it bounced back that far.

One point for me, great.

I smirked, feeling a little bit of accomplishment.

It's my time to serve. The time I threw the shuttlecock at the air, a teacher called in.

"You can't serve like that, dear. You're playing badminton, not tennis." The teacher chuckled and made me do it again.

I really hate this kind of serve.

I did it the way it was supposed to be in the first place, hitting the shuttlecock, it still bounce back nicely. As I was about to hit it again, I caught a glimpse of him. My strike went too hard that it was considered out.

"Why is he here?" I mumbled while I unknowingly pout. Just slightly.

Jeon Y/n, he studies here and you don't own the school.

As if he heard my thoughts, our eyes met. His lips went slightly upward.

He's smiling at me- Oh... the bastard is smirking.

As if he knew his effect on me, he looked at me, almost mockingly.

Chaeyoung was right. I'll win this thing so I can remove that idiot's oddly hot smirk.

I focused on the game even more that I won every round till I made it to the championship. Even if one of us lose, it'll be titled as second.

But I've been second my whole life...

Time to turn the tables now.

Suprisingly, Yoongi watched the whole match. It did something in my stomach. Not in a diarrhea nor stomach ache thing, but you know, those birds in the stomach? Is that it?

Whatever it's called, I'm sure that's what I'm feeling right now.

I have to win this.

The last match started, even if there'll be times my serve didn't even surpass the net, I surely make sure that I'll get to hit it just right when I receive it. Our score's gap isn't that big, yet a two score points is still a hindrance for me.

I was panting so heavily, my body drenched in sweat...one score, that's all she need to win, and for me to lose.

Focus on the shuttlecock.

Hit it.

Run.

You have to win.

While blocking the opponent's strike, I went too fast... I tripped.

I sighed. Even if I didn't trip, I already lost. I tried to hit it too fast, had an imbalance position, and tripped. It was already bound to happen.

My friends and teachers ran towards me. All of them were worried, even my opponent went to me.

I laughed. It wasn't even serious. Slowly, my body felt fatigue. Losing its adrenaline, I just sat. I smiled at them saying I was fine. Physically, yes. But emotionally? I want to cry.

It was stupid and immature, I knew that. Yet I couldn't help but feel that aching feeling. By the time I stood up, he was nowhere to be seen.

"You didn't even bother to check up on me." I scrunched up my nose as I glared at him playfully.

"So you were looking for me?" He teased.

I gape at him, loss at words. "Well- It's-Uh-"

"Holding a grudge on me now, huh?" Yoongi teased even more. Grinning ear to ear as he made fun out of me.

Spring 2011 (MYG POV)

D-1

Ugh... Sports week.

Annoying crowd, annoying noises, annoying games- Hold—I actually like playing. I just don't really like the unnecessary stuffs.

Playing basketball might be the only thing I like in this school. Academics aren't that important if you're hardworking and trustworthy person.

She's really crazy.

I don't even have to look who it is. Hearing her cheer my name really gave me a boost of adrenaline.

I smirked without even realizing.

Guess I have to win this thing.

Our game continued, having a big gap already with the opposing team.

"GO MIN YOONGI!!! TAKE THOSE FUCKERS DOWN!"

I chuckled as I heard her shout that. Shooting another score, the crowd went wild.

It wasn't even the halftime yet I couldn't hear her anymore. The game goes on without her cheer. I searched the crowd—nowhere.

In the end, even after we won, all my eyes could do was search for her. Thank God, the guys lifted me up so I get to search for her even better.

Still. Nowhere.

She didn't even watch the whole game. Pfft.

Passing by in the hallway, I heard two students talking a few steps ahead of me about someone was brought in the guidance.

"Yeah, it was so funny. The girl beside me was like 'Go Min Yoongi! Take those fuckers down!' Then that known veteran strict teacher heard her and she was straight sent to the guidance." The girl laughed as she told it to her friend.

She was sent to the guidance?

I burst out laughing, making the two to look at me weirdly. Not caring in any ways, I laughed my ass out in the hallway.

It gave me a bit of an embarrassment, but I'll handle it later.

D-3

She plays sports too? Let's see how good you are, Jeon Y/n.

I smirked as our eyes met. Sitting down in one of the bench, I watched her play.

She's good. Too good actually. But I never saw her name in the official players list back then, so I supposed she's not a player. But with her playing like this? She can definitely.

I noticed how all her shots were almost perfect but when it comes to serving... Does she not know how to serve?

The game was becoming more intense as the time goes on. She was two score behind her opponent. With her expressions and body language, I can feel the...desperation? Even if she lose this round, she'll still earn a silver medal. But why was she gazing at her opponent like a lion ready to attack its prey.

A loud thud echoed in the court.

Was it the sound when she fell?

Or

Was it my heart dropping at the sight of her?

My eyes widened, everyone surrounded her as she fell. Even if I go right now to her, I wouldn't be any help.

Instead, I ran towards the clinic to get any medication that would help and brought an ice cold water for her. I did it as fast as I could. By the time I came back, no one was there. Only the teachers who were setting the place for the next game.

"Where is she? The girl who fell while playing?" I panted, pleading at the teacher's eyes to give me an answer.

"She's fine, child. She went back in her classroom already. No sign of any injuries." The teacher smiled reassuringly at him.

I sighed right as I heard that. I ran my fingers through my hair, looking at the things that I've bought.

I must've been crazy. She's making me crazy.

Yoongi and I talked about random stuffs as we walked back to our house. We had a bit of catching up with what's been going through our lives.

"You seem to ask a lot about me? It's not even our session yet."

He chuckled as he shook his head. "I wasn't being your doctor right now. I'm trying to be..."

A friend?

"a good neighbor." he smiled at me.

I don't know why but I felt my heart cracked. If not a patient, a neighbor. I guess that all we will ever be is like that. Not that I expect us to be something now that we reunited.

That would be stupid, right?

I chuckled, pretending as if his words didn't broke me.

"I see, you didn't even grew taller."

My head snapped at him. Gaping at him, I let out an airy chuckle. "Wow, as if you grew any taller, Mr Min. You were also the same height as you were in high school."

Yoongi huffed, putting his hands inside the pocket of his hoodie. "I grew a centimeter tall," he mumbled. Loud enough for me to hear.

I never thought I'll get to see this side of him. Sulky and pouty. My heart skipped a beat. The ones that I used to feel back then when we were younger. Due to the cold weather, his cheeks had a slight tint of pink.

I didn't even realize I stared at him for too long until he cleared his throat. I looked away, feeling like a child who got caught doing something forbidden.

"Have you...eaten?" he asked without even taking a glance at me.

He's asking me to eat with him??

I felt a kaleidoscope went wild in my stomach. My cheeks heated up as my whole body felt a wave of adrenaline. That feeling when you ate tons of sugar that won't make you sleep for a week.

I composed my self through clearing my throat, "No... have you?"

"Yeah! I found a breakfast diner just a few minutes walk away from here," he exclaimed. "Whoa, this neighborhood might be the best I've ever been. Have you tried there? Cause if not, you're missing out their specialties."

My head dropped, "Are you talking about Mr Juanito's diner?"

Yoongi nodded in response. His child-like grin never left his face.

If only looks could kill, he'd be a goner. My hands will snap his neck, burn his body near the forest-

"But I feel hungry now actually. I ran through half of the neighborhood then we played... Do you eat home cook dishes?" My train of thoughts stopped when he spoke. His head was slightly tilted as he looks at me.

This time, I didn't get my hopes up. He'll practically tell me how good he cooks or I should cook for myself. If only he's not that cute, I'll probably...probably...

Ugh! This isn't fair! He looks too cute for his own good.

I frowned, my thoughts were getting too heated that I couldn't even hide it. "Sometimes, when I'm not too busy." I tried to say it as calm as I could.

But my face has its own subtitle.

"Hm...then, would you want to eat with me? I'll cook, don't worry." Yoongi flashed me one of his sweet but shy smile. :]

I stopped my tracks making him stop too. I blinked—processing his words slowly.

"Ah, you don't have to if you have something to do. I proposed in case you're hungry-"

"Let's eat." I cut him off. Still feeling strange about him, I mustered all my courage just to say those two words. I couldn't believe that after almost ten years, he still has the same effect to me.

part 3 read here^^

A/N: okay... uh, I said I'll post this yesterday right..? heh Sorry, got busy. There'll be part 3 T^T Sorry guys if it's such a SLOWWW FCKING BURRNNN LIKE?? WHY YOONGI'S LIKE THIS T_T T_T T_T While writing this, I also felt the second hand embarrassment, and yeah...kinda giggle lmaoooo. Hope u guys won't resent me for posting a day later. I thought of finishing the whole story in pt 2 but it would take too long to write and I want you to guys to have something to read. This was supposed to be a short story, but while writing, i felt like this could lead into something more. So i just wanna build up the tension for now since it's been 10 years since they last met, it would feel unnatural for them to fall and shii right away, right? Maybe I'll end it in pt3? or...pt4 maybe?

[misakisletters]

Eternity is Never the End - 01

The Coelum Express ran over its predestined tracks down from Skyhaven to Linkon City. The silence was deafening for most people, however to its frequent passengers, it was a reprieve from the stress the wanderers give on a daily basis. Linkon has the Hunters, Skyhaven has the DAA to protect the denizens of each location.

Her torso leans onto the wall as she watches the train descend, her eyes watching the familiar silhouette of her old home grow larger and larger, however it would be hours before the train reaches its destination.

On her phone was a haphazard written report she would continue after she arrives at her cousin's place for the duration of her stay. She messages Zayne that she was now bound for Linkon after an exhausting post Deepspace debriefing and stabilization.

Not before long, her eyes close as fatigue finally settles in on her overworked body. The person beside her could only sigh, his heart thundering in his ribcage, he removed his jacket and placed it on her to make sure she was comfortable. He couldn't really intrude with her time with Zayne- and clearly it wasn't his position to do so, at least not yet. Not when his twin sister had a lot on her plate, but he was proud to work with her, to watch her shine after years of separation.

To Caleb, seeing her again brought forth nothing but love, respect and longing. But she no longer was a Xia- she was someone else entirely. They were twins, shared the same womb, the same blood- the same parents yet they were nothing but strangers now. He had no one to blame but himself, had he worked harder to find her, had he never believed the lies of the doctors and researchers in the facility, then he would have seen her grow with his own two eyes. But that wasn't important now, his twin sister was back, and so was he, now stronger- now able to protect her and Kaiya, no one will ever put them in harm's way, not when he's there.

She wakes up once the train's AI supervisor announces their imminent arrival at Linkon Train Station and that all passengers should bring their belongings as they leave. Yet she felt something on her, a jacket of her coworker- Caleb was draped over her as if to shield her from the cold. She smiles at him, giving his jacket back.

"Thank you Colonel Xia for the jacket."

"It's nothing, and please- call me Caleb outside of work. We're both off-duty, not some formal name."

"No problem then, Caleb. It's quite funny how the secretary booked us both at the same carriage."

"We gotta protect one another if there comes a problem."

"That is true- well my cousin will be fetching me so this is where we part. Thanks for being a nice seatmate." She smiles as she takes her luggage along with the rest of the passengers.

Exciting the carriage, she sees Zayne standing by the side, his stoic face had a smile as he takes her bag from her.

"Zaynie! You grew again! That's unfair- give me your secret I need some height."

"You refused to drink your milk when we were kids, I'm bound to grow taller. You also had an unhealthy sleeping pattern when you were a teenager, hence stunting your growth further."

"Okay okay- stop! Don't go all medical on me. By the way, I want the macarons Kaiya gave you last time I was over- especially the lemon meringue flavor."

"She made them herself, I think she would be bringing a batch tonight after hearing that you're coming over for a week? Why are you staying over for a week? Are you not telling me the real reason? Tell me."

"It's getting worse, the migraines, the drug's effectiveness can only help me for so long before this damn situation blows onto my face. Scales have been appearing non-stop, I'm afraid the pills won't be enough anymore, Zaynie."

"But I- I made sure it is the most potent drug that is safe to be consumed by you- how can it start failing already?"

"It's been years since I visited the sea. Drive me there... Please Zaynie? I'll come home before midnight, I promise. I just want to soak for a bit, maybe the urges would calm down."

He could only pinch the bridge of his nose before leading her to his car.

"The furthest part is by the cove in Whitesand Bay-"

"I'll take any location right now, Zaynie."

"Alright, I'll drive you there." He said with resignation, walking her to his car and he put her luggage onto his trunk. She gets inside first before he does, opening the glove compartment where there was a waterproof bag always prepared for emergencies like these- he wanted to always be ready.

"At least bring your phone and wallet with you, I'll bring the rest of your luggage back to my place."

"You're the best little brother anyone could ever have."

"I'm your cousin, but it's nothing. You're like my older sister anyways."

The drive was filled with both of them updating one another with the happening in each other's life, like there was no separation to begin with. Soon they reached the cove by Mo Art Studio where Zayne puts her phone and wallet onto the waterproof bag.

"Call me once you're finished, I'll fetch you. I know you get weak at every first transformation."

"Really, thank you Zaynie."

"No problem, take care-" And with that he leaves with his car. He had left her with the bag filled with her essentials from a towel to her things and fresh clothes from the stuff she left in her last visit.

She was about to walk the short distance to the cove when she felt eyes on her. Looking around she tried to find the culprit, connecting gazes with the person by Mo Art Studio's balcony. She only shakes her head before walking to the cove.

She didn't know that the man gripped his sketchbook tightly, enough to break the pencil he was casually using to draw a crab walking by earlier. His eyes widened with disbelief, it wasn't her... Was it? Or was his mind playing tricks with his perception. But no- he knew it was real- she was real. He gazes behind him, onto the partially covered chiseled piece he made that shared the same face as the woman he gazed at.

Rafayel thought he was delusional, maybe he was- with the guilt festering in his heart since the moment she forced him to strike her heart to save the woman he loves. But he couldn't even follow her, because if he finds out he was just delusional once more... He'd break, and the cycle would continue once again until he spirals over and over, for he knew... he had forsaken her the moment they first met under the tides as young Lemurians.

Dividers are made by @omi-resources , thank you so much for letting everyone use your amazing dividers.

Double update at a short span of time- 😊💞 Thank you for the warm welcome of my first LaDS series. And our first interaction with the boys- I wanted to show her personality with those she trusts and with those she is just acquaintances with- and finally Rafayel's first appearance as the first love interest in this series.

Kaiya would be the name of MC (Main Character) in this series.

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cough medicine- viktor ~viktor x fem!reader ~ tags/cw: established friendship/partnership, suggestive content, crushes, late night conversation, misuse of medication, idk ~ w/c: 1.1k ~a/n: not proofread. idk man, its 2am, i just took cough medicine cause i can't sleep and this was born. don't so what I did and be smart and only take medicine when you need it ily be safe x

"Should you really be doing that?"

A familiar voice from behind has you freezing in place. Pink liquid oozes from the bottle in your right hand, a silver spoon held between the fingers of your left, and for a moment, you worry that syrup will overflow and spill onto the counter below. You quickly correct the almost accident, tipping the bottle back upright and setting it down atop the marble before turning your attention to the spoon that trembles slightly. You're quick to duck forward and gulp down the cough medicine that you had poured out, the saccharine sweet taste a welcome reprieve from all the others you had tried before.

With quick hands, you pocket the evidence in your jumper, afraid to leave the bottle out in case he caught sight of the bright logo.

"Doing what?" You turn, hands gripping the counter behind you to stabilise yourself as the world spins a little too fast for your brain's liking. Before you stands your lab partner, his eyes narrowed in suspicion as he takes in your night attire. It is well past your usual bedtime, having left the lab around eleven with the proclamation that you were so beyond exhausted you didn't think you'd make it to your room yet here you were just shy of three in the morning looking awake as ever.

"Are you sick?" Viktor asks, exhaustion lingering in his voice as he steps towards you. He is slower in his movements, his own fatigue a heavy cloak wrapped around his shoulders.

"No," you shake your head, "Why are you asking?"

"Why are you taking medicine if you're not sick?" He presses, footfalls sharp against the tiled floor. The medical wing is empty, any sound made by either of you would be echoed tenfold.

"I didn't." you lie, fingers coming to brush over your pocket to smooth out the lump of the utensil hidden within.

"Then why are you here?"

"Because I couldn't sleep and I thought I would make some tea to calm me down."

"In the infirmary?" Viktor deadpans, closing the gap with each step.

Your heart begins to race, pulse-quickening in your ears with a roar.

"Yep." you hold fast to your lie, not needing to have your misuse of medication turned into a lecture. "Sometimes they keep the good tea in here." a half-truth. There are herbal remedies within the cupboards for those who don't want to take conventional medicine however chamomile and lavender were about as useful as an umbrella in a hurricane when it came to your racing mind.

Viktor comes to a stop a foot away from you. Close enough to feel the heat of his body, to smell the familiar pine and leather, to catch the way his golden eyes shifted in the light as he scanned your face.

"Why are you lying?" Viktor knows he is right and you know he is right but you're not going to let him know that.

"I'm not."

"Yes, you are." the corner of his mouth twitches up as he leans in closer. "I know when you are lying and I just caught you, so why continue the lie."

The smell of parchment and ink wraps around you, an undertone that you can only really get if you stand close to him. Your eyes narrow, jaw clenching slightly as you stand your ground, defeat is never an option when it comes to Viktor.

"Why would I be-"

You are cut off by fingers gripping your chin. Viktor uses the leverage on your face to pull your jaw down, mouth opening involuntarily as he leans further in.

"Tongue out," he instructs and for some gods forsaken reason, you obey.

You hold your tongue obediently as he continues to stare, brows rising in amusement at his victory. There is no doubt that the medicine stained your tongue, the artificial pink way too strong against your flesh. Fuck. Why did you follow his command? Had the syrup been laced with some sort of brainwashing agent that made you fall prey to the slightest suggestion? Was it the late hour that had your mind shutting down and your body acting on impulse? Was it the crush that had been blooming for the past few months manifesting itself in a way that wanted to appeal to Viktor's good side? To show him that you were a good obedient girl who would do anything he told you?

Viktor loosens his grip but does not pull back, a smirk creeping across his face as he relishes in the win.

"See? I know when you are lying," he teases, fingers trailing up to your cheek. "So why are you here in the middle of the night taking medicine you do not need?" he pushes your hair behind your ear.

"Because I couldn't sleep."

"Miláčku," the pet name is a warning.

"I'm not lying," you reinforce your now truth with an unblinking stare at your partner. "Anymore."

Viktor curls his fingers under your jaw, thumb stroking over your cheek now.

"I just wanted something to help me sleep." you find yourself leaning into Viktor's palm, his skin warm against your freezing cheek. "I'm just tired, Vik and I didn't want to get lectured about the dangers of misusing medication. I just want to sleep."

Viktor hums in response.

"Can I go now?" You don't mean for it to come out so gruff, but your body was beginning to feel heavy, eyelids dropping as the medication began to work.

There is stillness and silence for a few moments as Viktor continues to stroke your cheek, his eyes narrowed on your mouth, and you're worried that maybe he has fallen asleep standing up, the bags under his eyes rivalling your own. But he blinks and inhales long and slow.

"Let me walk you to your room." his offer is polite as he removes his hand from your face, taking a tentative step back out of your space, and you immediately regret asking to go to bed. The cold air hits your cheek where his hand had been seconds ago, and you miss it already.

"Are you gonna rat me out?" Hesitation laces your voice.

"Perhaps," he shrugs, offering up his bent elbow for you to loop your arm through, a habit you had formed over months of walking home late at night. "Depends."

"On?"

The closeness of his body is comforting once again.

"If you're going to share this secret medicine," he knocks into you as you begin to walk.

It's your turn to hum, feeling the lightness of the bottle in your jumper pocket.

"There isn't any left," you admit, an exaggerated frown etched into your face.

"That's a shame, I will miss you after you are expelled for illicit drug use." Viktor teases, leaning on your heavier the weight of the night pressing down on him.

"I might have some left on my tongue. I can spit in your mouth if you want?" You joke, opening your mouth to showcase your bright pink tongue that had been your downfall minutes ago.

Viktor huffs a laugh. "Do not make promises you can't keep, Lasko"

[lxndonorris]

doubts - Max Verstappen

Y/N x Max Verstappen Theme: a little bit of everything cheering up Max after a frustrating qualifying session x word count: 2500+ taglist: @cloud-55 I needed that.... open for requests. Gif by @countingstars-17 thank you bub!

The motorhome is quiet, almost too quiet, compared to the roar of engines that filled the air just a short while ago. The walls, adorned with racing memorabilia, framed photos of victories, and splashes of Red Bull blue, feel like a sanctuary from the outside world, a cocoon away from the glaring lights and curious eyes. 

But now, the energy inside is tense and heavy, almost suffocating.

Max is sitting on the leather sofa, his elbows resting on his knees, hands hanging down loosely as he stares at the floor. The upper half of his racing suit hangs limply around his waist, the fireproof undershirt clinging to his chest and back, soaked with sweat and frustration. His hair, usually slicked back, is tousled, his face a mix of fatigue and quiet anger.

The qualifying session was a disaster. A car that wouldn't behave, tires that wouldn't grip, and a series of small, infuriating mistakes left him far lower on the grid than he has any right to be.

And for a man who built his life on perfection, on pushing limits, on winning, this was unacceptable.

You watch him from the kitchenette, silently taking in his frustration, feeling the tension radiate off him in waves. 

You know this side of Max well—the one who lives for the thrill of the race, who feels every setback as a personal failure. It hurts to see him like this, wound so tightly that he seems ready to snap.

You move quietly, almost hesitantly, from where you are standing, as if afraid any sudden movement might shatter the fragile silence that settled between you.

The sound of your footsteps is almost inaudible against the soft carpet, but you can feel Max's eyes flicker toward you as you approach.

"Max," you say softly, sitting down next to him on the sofa. 

You reach out, resting a hand on his knee, feeling the warmth of his skin through the fabric. 

He doesn't pull away, but he doesn't respond either, his eyes still focused on the ground. You sense the storm brewing inside him—a mixture of exhaustion and self-recrimination—and you know you have to find a way to break through it.

"It wasn't your fault," you begin, your voice gentle but firm. "You did everything you could out there."

"Did I?" he mutters, more to himself than to you. His voice is low, rough, like gravel.

"Maybe if I had pushed harder or backed off in that last corner... maybe..." He trails off, his firsts clenching, the knuckles turning white.

You shake your head, even though you know he isn't really looking at you.

"You can't control everything, Max. Not the weather, not the track conditions, not even the car sometimes. You know that."

He sighs heavily, finally looking up at you, his blue eyes clouded with doubt and frustration.

"But I'm supposed to be able to handle it. That's what makes a champion, isn't it? Being able to deal with anything and everything?"

You give him a small, sad smile, reaching out to brush a stray lock of hair from his forehead.

"You're already a champion, Max. You don't have to prove that to anyone, least of all to yourself."

He closes his eyes at your touch, his shoulders slumping as some of the tension seems to drain away.

"I hate this feeling," he whispers, his voice thick with emotion. "This helplessness... like I'm not in control."

You lean in closer, sliding your hand from his knee to his stomach, feeling the taut muscles underneath the thin fabric.

"You're still in control, Max. Tomorrow is another day, another race. You can still turn this around."

He opens his eyes, looking at you with a mixture of gratitude and vulnerability that he rarely shows to anyone.

"How do you do that?" he asks quietly, his hand coming up to cover yours, pressing it gently against his stomach.

"Do what?" You ask, your fingers tracing small, soothing circles on his skin.

"Make me believe it's going to be okay, even when everything feels like it's falling apart."

You smile softly, leaning in to press a kiss to his cheek, lingering there for a moment, breathing in the familiar scent of him—engine oil, sweat, and the faintest hint of his cologne.

"Because it is going to be okay," you murmur against his skin. "I believe in you, Max. And I'm not going anywhere."

He turns his head slightly, his lips brushing against yours in a soft, tentative kiss that sends a shiver down your spine. You feel the warmth of his breath, the softness of his lips, and for a moment, the world outside ceases to exist.

It is just the two of you, cocooned in this small, private space, where nothing else matters.

When he pulls back, his eyes are softer, the tension in his body less pronounced. 

"I don't deserve you," he says quietly, his voice tinged with self-reproach.

You shake your head, cupping his face in your hands, forcing him to look at you.

"You deserve all the love and support in the world, Max. You give so much of yourself to this sport, to your team, to the fans... it's okay to let someone take care of you too."

He doesn't say anything; he just leans into your touch, his eyes closing as he lets out a slow, shaky breath.

You feel him slowly relaxing under your hands, the storm inside him beginning to calm. You shift closer, tucking yourself against his side, your head resting on his shoulder, your hand still tracing soothing patterns on his stomach.

You sit like that for a long time, the silence between you no longer heavy or oppressive but comforting, like a shared understanding. You feel the steady rise and fall of his chest, the rhythm of his breathing slowing as the tension ebbes away.

"Thank you," he whispers after a while, his voice soft, almost fragile.

You lift your head, pressing a kiss to his shoulder. 

"For what?"

"For being here. For knowing what I need, even when I don't."

You smile, snuggling closer to him.

"That's what I'm here for. You don't have to go through this alone."

He wraps an arm around you, pulling you closer, his fingers gently brushing against your arm.

"I don't know what I'd do without you," he admits quietly, his voice so low you almost don't hear him.

"You'll never have to find out," you reply, your voice equally as soft.

He kisses the top of your head, his lips lingering there as he breathes you in.

"I love you," he whispers, the words carrying the weight of everything he can't say, everything he feels but can't express.

You tilt your head up to meet his gaze, your heart swelling with love and affection for this man who carries the weight of the world on his shoulders but still finds the strength to let you in.

"I love you too, Max. Always."

He smiles then, a real, genuine smile that reaches his eyes, chasing away the last remnants of his frustration.

Leaning down, he captures your lips in a kiss that is slow, tender, and filled with unspoken promises.

Max's hand moves to the small of your back, pulling you even closer as the kiss deepens, becoming more urgent, more insistent. You feel the last of his tension melting away, replaced by a different kind of heat, a desire that is as much about comfort as it is about connection.

You shift, sliding onto his lap, your legs straddling his hips as you press yourself against him, feeling the hard planes of his chest against you.

His hands move to your waist, holding you there as he kisses you like a man who has been starved for affection, for touch, for the reassurance that he isn't alone.

You feel the fire in him, the same fore that drives him on the track, that pushes him to be the best, but here, with you, it is tempered by something softer, something more vulnerable. 

It is a side of Max that few people ever see—a side that he only ever shows to you.

When you finally break apart, both of you breathing hard, your foreheads resting against each other, you see the change in him.

The frustration and anger are gone, replaced by a calm determination, a quiet resolve that tells you he is ready to face whatever tomorrow will bring.

"I'm ready," he says softly, his hands still holding you close.

You nod, brushing a thumb across his cheek.

"I know you are. And I will be right there with you, every step of the way."

He kisses you again, a soft, lingering kiss that leaves you breathless.

"I don't know what I did to deserve you," he murmurs against your lips.

You smile again, pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth. 

"You don't have to do anything to deserve me, Max. You just have to let me love you."

He closes his eyes, leaning his forehead against yours.

"I can do that," he whispers.

As you shift on Max's lap, you let your fingers trace the contours of his chest, feeling the heat of his skin beneath the thin fabric of his undershirt.

Your touch is slow, deliberate as you move just beneath his pecs, right where you know he is most sensitive. His muscles tense momentarily at the contact, a shiver running through him, but then you feel him relax, his head tilting back against the sofa with a deep, contented sigh.

You smile to yourself, enjoying the way his body responds to your touch—how even in the midst of his frustration, you could find that one spot that makes everything else melt away.

Your fingers dance lightly across his skin, just enough pressure to coax a reaction, but not too much. 

You watch his eyes flutter shut, his breath hitches slightly before he lets out a soft growl of contentment.

"Mmm..." he murmurs, the sound vibrating deep in his chest. It is a low, rumbling noise that sends a thrill through you.

His hands move to cover yours, holding it against his chest as he opens his eyes to look at you, a lazy, satisfied smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

The tension that gripped him earlier seems to have evaporated, replaced by a warmth and ease that is rare for him in moments like these.

"Right there," he whispers, his voice a mix of amusement and pleasure. "You always know exactly where to touch."

You grin, leaning down to press a soft kiss to his lips.

"I know you too well, Maxie."

He chuckles, the sound rich and deep, vibrating against your lips as he kisses you back.

"Not that I'm complaining."

"Good," you tease, brushing your thumb across his skin again, watching as his eyes darkened with that familiar spark of desire.

Max's smile widens, the corners of his eyes crinkling slightly as he relaxes completely against the sofa.

The frustration and weariness from earlier melted away, leaving behind the man you know so well—the man who thrives on competition but also craves the simple comfort of touch and connection.

He sighs contently, the sound almost a purr, as you continue to stroke his chest.

"You have no idea how much I needed this," he admits, his voice soft and low.

You lean in closer, your lips brushing against his ear. "I think I do," you whisper, your breath warm against his skin.

He turns his head slightly, his lips finding yours in a slow, languid kiss that speaks of gratitude, affection, and something deeper.

When he pulls back, his eyes are bright, a smile playing at his lips.

"Thank you," he says quietly, his fingers trailing up and down your arm in a gentle soothing motion.

"Not for that."

As the warmth of your embrace lingers, you feel Max's breathing slow, the tension fully drained away from his body. 

Sensing that he needs a moment of deeper comfort, you gently shift off his lap, sliding down to sit beside him on the sofa.

He looks up at you with a mixture of curiosity and contentment, the corners of his mouth still curved in that relaxed smile.

Without a word, you reach for him, your fingers threading through his hair as you gently pull his head down towards your lap.

Max doesn't resist, his body easily following the motion until he is lying down, his head resting comfortably against your thighs.

His eyes close as he settles in, a soft sigh escaping his lips, and you see him relaxing even more.

You look down at him, your heart swelling with love and tenderness for this man, so eager, so passionate, yet now he seems so at peace, so vulnerable in this moment.

You begin to caress his cheek, your fingers moving in slow, soothing strokes along the strong lines of his jaw, feeling the slight stubble that starts to form there.

Max leans into your touch, a soft hum of contentment vibrating in his chest. His body seems to melt even further into the sofa, his entire being surrendering to the comfort you are offering.

"This feels so goood..." he sighs, his voice barely above a whisper.

You lean down slightly, pressing a kiss to his forehead. 

"I'm glad," you breathe deeply, your fingers continuing their gentle dance across his skin. "You deserve to rest, Max. You work so hard, and sometimes... you need to let go."

His eyes flutter open, and he looks up at you with a gaze full of gratitude. 

"It's easier with you here," he admits. "You make everything easier."

"That's what I am here for."

He reaches up, his hand covering yours where it rests on his cheek, his thumb brushing against your skin in a mirrored gesture.

Max's breathing grows even slower, deeper as the exhaustion of the day finally catches up with him. His eyes drift shut again, and you could see the lines of stress and worry smooth out as sleep begins to take hold.

You continue to caress his cheek, your touch light and gentle, hoping to keep him in this peaceful state for as long as possible.

Watching him like this, so calm and serene, you feel an overwhelming sense of love for him. 

Max is so much more than the fierce competitor the world sees on track; he is kind, strong, vulnerable, and so incredibly human.

And it is moments like this that you feel closest to him, when he lets down all his walls and lets you in completely.

As you continue to stroke his cheek, your fingers moving in slow, rhythmic patterns, you whisper softly.

"I will always be here, Max. No matter what happens tomorrow or the day after, I'll be right here with you."

He doesn't respond, but the small smile that tugs at his lips tells you he heard you. His hand still rests over yours, warm and reassuring, even as sleep fully claimed him.

[scientia-rex]

Hi Dr. Kristophine, do you have any advice on what kind of information doctors need for medical issues that are more nebulous than "my knees hurt"? I've been feeling Weird and Bad in a way that has me concerned, but I'm afraid to make an appointment because I don't know what to say that will get the Weird and Bad feeling across in an actionable way. Going to the doctor takes SO much energy that I don't have to waste and I don't want them to just take a blood test and say everything's fine go home (again).

The best thing you can do with medical information you're trying to prepare for your medical provider, as a lay person, is be as specific as possible.

-Location: Is it one place in particular, or everywhere? Does it stay in one place, or move around?

-Timing: When did it start? Did it come on suddenly or slowly? Does it happen continuously? Does it come and go? Is it always there to some extent, but it gets better and worse? On a scale of 1-10, with 1 being fine and 10 being the worst you can imagine, how bad is it at its best, and how bad is it at its worst? How much time does it spend really bad vs only kind of bad?

-Quality: If it's pain, is it aching, burning, stabbing, dull, electrical zap, etc.? If it's not pain, what is it? Is it discomfort? Is it weakness--i.e., you can't do that thing? Is it fatigue--like maybe you can still push through doing the thing but it feels like you're trying to wade through mud to do it? Is it a racing heart, sweating, pressure?

-Triggers: Does something in particular set it off? A time of day, a food, an action, a medication, a thought? A surprisingly common trigger for migraines is sitting still with your neck in one position. (New research suggests that necks are critical to migraine formation, to which I yelled out loud at the paper, no duh!) There may be triggers you haven't noticed; try keeping a symptom diary, where you note down when you have episodes and what you were doing beforehand, what you ate that day, menstrual phase, etc. Any detail that you can remember, whether or not it seems relevant at the time.

I cannot tell you how many times I've dug deeper into a chronic issue only to discover that the patient can, in fact, tell me what the trigger is, but because it's something important to them, they simply haven't noticed. May subconsciously even avoided noticing. Do you get migraines every time you DM? Do you need to work a stretch break into your D&D session?

There can also absolutely be multiple triggers--I know I'll get migraines if I don't sleep, if I'm sick, if I sit still for too long, if I have dental work, etc.

So bring in all the info you can. Write it down if you're afraid you'll forget. Don't hand it to the MA, too many doctors will go "oh my GOD they brought a LIST how high-maintenance" and tune out. Hang on to it but tell them about everything.

I don't expect patients to be able to tell me "I believe I've had a left radial styloid fracture" but I do expect them to tell me "I fell and tried to catch myself with my left hand and now my wrist hurts," and that's good enough. The rest of it is my job. When it's something more vague, like "I started feeling different and bad about six months ago," any other information helps. Did you start a new med around then? Are you going through menopause? Do you struggle with anxiety? Do you have first-degree relatives (parent, sibling, or child) with genetic disorders, autoimmune disorders, etc.? Do you have a history of anemia? Are you vegan? Have you started having night sweats and unexplained weight loss? Did you recently travel internationally? This can go a lot more different directions than a hurty wrist, so bring in all the info you can.

And keep in mind that modern medicine is very limited--much more so than most people think. There is an excellent chance that medicine will not be able to diagnose your condition. It may still be able to offer treatment. It may fall on your shoulders to manage it as best you can, knowing that doctors don't have answers. Nobody can tell me why I have chronic pain, and I don't mean as in "I've asked doctors and they don't know," I mean "I've personally scoured the literature and had the relevant and appropriate tests and no one can know at this phase of medical knowledge." So I deal with it, I've stopped trying to push myself past my reserves because people who can't admit to ignorance tell me to, I keep my painful body moving because that helps, I do PT, I take a multivitamin occasionally because I know my diet sucks. I manage.

There are not always right or wrong answers--I don't take gabapentin, because I don't want the sedation and kidney exposure, but patients with my exact symptoms might find it helpful and may find the risks and costs worth the benefits. My mother, who has whatever it is that I have, right down to the tricky stomach, from whom I presumably inherited it, has taken medication at different points in her life, depending on how much pain she was in and what other responsibilities she has, and that is perfectly reasonable. Autonomy matters. People have to be able to make these choices for themselves, with assistance but not paternalism from their medical professionals, because the math is different for everyone.

[mimipolo]

Kim seo-wan x reader pt 2

Sorry for taking so long I fear my hyperfixation is dwindling💔

Pt 1

"Seo-wan?" your voice carries a hoarseness of disbelief that has his eyes snapping up to meet yours.

"[Name]...?"

"Seo! I can't believe you're...!" As you descend the few extra steps to come face to face with him your smile falters. He looks tired. Exhausted. Like it was too much to carry the weight on his bones. Your dimming excitement was clear and he couldn't bear to see it. It was the same face his parents made when they came to pick him up. Happy, relieved, and yet so afraid. Nervous that anything could send him back that downward spiral. He doesn't want to worry them, but what could he expect?

Looking at you felt like a dream, after so many months at the hospital it was like he was relearning the structure of your face. You look more tired too, but in the way it's shown you've matured, experienced new things. Effectively using the time he'd been away, away for far too long. His former mediator, his goal, you were everything he admired and more, so much it hurt to be near you and watch you bloom. Though it was all he wished. It just would've been better if he could stand beside you on that pedestal.

It was like you had everything figured out. You understood your own balance, able to handle change when exams didn't go your way and still were able to find stable footing. And from the sound of it from neighbours, still found a respectable job all in an entirely new country. You were unreal to him. Everything he wanted and wanted to be, but he just couldn't.

"[Name]." He mutters awkwardly pushing up his glasses in that familiar habit you adored.

He hadn't expected to be caught on the way up, he had told himself after Nurse couldn't go for tea if nothing else intervenes he's just do it. But of course you were there, as respectable and calming as you always were.

"It's been a little bit, hasn't it?" he says, forcing a smile you saw through immediately.

He knew his parents had told most people he went across the county to try studying somewhere else for the upcoming exam. Though it didn't matter whatever lie was fabricated as he still failed. Nodding lightly and accepting the condolences of his neighbours for another one of his many losses. He couldn't bear it.

But looking at you now that didn't seem like the story you were told, staring at him like he had come back to life a completely new person. Which was true in its own way, he felt a hollow copy of the person he was before.

"It has... want to come in for tea?"

And he felt himself gravitating towards your prescence, like he always had.

-

Inside your apartment you immediately knew something was off. You'd like to sum it to the classes in physcolgy and mental health you took a few years ago but the signs of it would pain you to even try to ignore. Fatigue was written all over his expression, the Seo-wan that was so stubborn about his goals seemed to be disappearing right in front of you. And you didn't even want to begin to think about why he's so many floors above his if not to visit anyone.

"My mum told you the truth I'm guessing?" your grip on the pot of tea stiffens but you eventually nod to which he sighs shakily, running his hands over his face like it'd get rid of the sour expression on his face.

He hated how he felt ashamed you knew, he hated how badly this has affected him despite his best efforts to go back to a normal life. He wanted to forget it all. Even now, the normal small acts of kindness you always gave him now felt out of sympathy as you handed him a cup of his favourite tea.

"How've you been holding up? You're not studying too hard right?

You really wanted to avoid bombarding him with questions but you couldn't help it. You sat side my side on your couch, you didn't have one of those pretty small tables with cushions his mother had so it was good enough.

He laughed bitterly at your words, he cradled the cup in his hands, despite the sweet aroma and warmth of his favourite tea surrounding his senses he couldn't bring himself to take a sip.

"I guess I have. No surprise I failed these exams too, after all that time I wasted..." Your grip on your own cup visibly tenses at his words, fully shocked he even took the exam in the first place, he had such a small time to prepare how could he expect to get a good result.

"You shouldn't have, look, you just got out the hospital more stress is not what you need." Not when it's what put you there in the first place, is what you'd like to say but you bite your tongue, already feeling yourself over stepping.

"I don't know... it's just embarassing, to think I spent all this time just living in this fantasy world-"

Your brows furrow slightly, not completely aware of the depths of his condition, it was something Mrs Kim didn't feel comfortable to explain to you and you understood that.

"Im sorry-um. I never realised it before but... you were my first mediator, always cheering me on despite it all. I never realised how much it meant till you left your apprenticeship..."

You're setting your cup on the table now, taking his still untouched tea too on placing it there as well. Attentively, you take his hands into yours, your sudden action inclining him to look at you. Your eyes softening when you see the lost yet unwavering gaze he has on you. He always seemed to look at you like that. What you failed to notice is how his hands stopped shaking from the moment you reached out for him, his body felt less jittery, that was just the kind of affect you had on him.

"You should've called, I didn't even know where you were until a week after I came back." His gaze wanders away from yours as you scold him, though he isn't fully upset, not when you're speaking so gently.

"It would be embarassing to, would it not? How else could you see me as someone reliable." For the first time you see the way his face contorts into such a deep hatred for himself, his grip on your hands tightening slightly.

"How could you see me as anything more than this...?" His voice shakes and you feel your heart drop. Your thumbs start to run over the back of his hands, unable to find the right words to stay but still wanting to comfort him. You knew what he was feeling, having felt it directly and from people around you. That weird sense of shame you have to carry, though whatever happened to you was far out of your control.

"Seo... There's nothing to be ashamed or worried about. You're still someone I admire and want to see grow."

His gaze meets you confused. You admire him? How could you when all he's done is fail since he met you. But you recognised features he missed in himself. His absolute focus, determination and thoughtfullness to his family were just a few.

"I truly admire how strong you are, so don't do anything stupid." You can't help the way your throat tightens up at the end.

His eyes immediately rim with tears at your words, he didn't expect you to guess why he was so many floors above his own. But it was clear, he wasn't on his way to see anyone else, more than happy to go to your apartment.

"I'm far from impressive [Name]." He mumbled with a small laugh, followed soon after with a short sob, tears involuntary falling as he holds your hands tighter.

Your hands leave his to wipe away at the tears as they fell, thumbing them away with a carefulness that made him shudder. Taking off his tear stained glasses for him, setting them aside. When your arms return outstretched he doesn't hesitate to fall into them. Letting out all the tears he'd refused to shed in the hollow walls of his house.

"Well I think you are, and I'm usually right so you should too."

He chuckled again against your shoulder and you laugh alongside him. For the first time since returning home he felt like he was alive again, whole. Maybe it was time to accept his friends were right and it was more than just admiration he felt for you. But that could wait another day. Another day where he'd like to see you again.

DID IT‼️‼️ Sorry this turned out more angsty than expected that happens when I'm tired.

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