#I didn't get mad at the staff that day. i was just tired since it was the end of the day and drove all the way out there for nothing

[bunnymajo]

Embarrassed to report that a local comic book shop not only remembers that I only come in there to buy Sonic comics

but also remembered the time I was visibly frustrated they didn't have something in stock on release day.

[filmbyjy]

hiii

you may not recognize me and thats because im (kinda) new hehe.. anyway, i've been kinda stalking you- but that's besides the point. i loveee your workss!! keep up the good work <3 idk if asks are open, but if they are, could you write a fluffy fem!reader x bf!niki where the reader comes home from a long day, and niki comforts her?? and if you cant, its totally ok <3

have a nice day!

a/n: this has been in the drafts for a year now💀 so sorry, I am trying to clear the drafts but my schedule is shit and we all know I suck at keeping up with my schedule😍

WELCOME HOME

it was past 8pm when you had treaded through the front door of your apartment. your body sore from leaning over the tables and wiping it. normally, the cafe you work at was peaceful and was decently packed but after a viral video that practically wowed the internet.

there had been more and more people stopping by everyday. the cafe was decently sized but it was short staffed so sometimes you had to man the cashier, do the dishes, clean the tables and make the drinks. for normal days (before the surge of people), there was about 2 people working per shift, not including the 2 bakers in the kitchen as they were the behind the scenes staff that were required to be there.

with not that many staff per shift, it was hard for you and whoever was working that day to manage the cafe. that also meant more demands from the customers who think they are entitled to make a mess of the space as 'customers are always right'. curse, whoever made that quote.

you were mentally and physically drained. you just needed a good long rest for the rest of the week. however, you couldn't do that. not when your off-days were already used up for visiting your family back in your hometown. if only you could just...take a breather.

"welcome home, baby!" ni-ki slides into the hallway just as you walked towards the living room. you gave him a tired smile.

"hi riki, why aren't you at the dorm?" ni-ki gives you a playful pout.

"already kicking me out? baby, you wound me. i came to see you and you're already pushing me away." he says as he throws his (long) arms around you. "you weren't answering my calls so i assumed it was a long day at work and you didn't charge your phone."

you took out your phone and tried to turn it on but it was indeed dead. "sorry, today was a hectic day. couldn't even get a proper lunch break. there was so many people coming over for the past week."

"yeah, i heard about it. jake hyung talked about wanting to come over and buy some desserts. they did look good but since you know us being celebrities...we could get mobbed."

you hummed, "that's fair. it's a good thing you didn't go. seriously, have never seen such a long queue outside of the cafe in my whole years of working there."

"there was a queue?" he says as he pulls back from the hug.

"yeah, i felt like i was working at some fancy restaurant. oh god, speaking of there are so many karens trying to scam me and gaslight me into thinking i did something wrong when i did nothing wrong." you groaned and buried your head against ni-ki's chest.

he pats your head. "were you the shift manager?"

"usually i am whenever i am working that day."

"mmm, then you could've kicked them out and taught them a lesson."

"trust me, i wanted to but i can't i'll lose my job so i just sucked it up and patiently worked with them and even gave them a free bagel."

"not the free bagels, baby. they'll just come back again for more." ni-ki huffs.

"i know but what am i supposed to do." you sniffled as the tears that unknowingly appeared falls. you were just mad and exhausted. ni-ki obviously heard it so he pulls you back and cups your face.

"hey hey, don't cry. everything will be fine. why don't i run you a bath and then order some of your favourite food, okay?" he wipes the tears that were falling down.

"will cuddles be included?"

"of course. cuddles will be included. now, just lay in bed and i'll get the bath running." he pecks your forehead and goes to move to bedroom. however, you grabbed his wrist.

"carry me to my bedroom?" you pout. ni-ki smiles and scoops you up in his arms. he princess carries you over to your bed and places you gently onto the mattress before going over to the bathroom and getting ready the bathtub.

you had shut your eyes for a bit since you were tired but the exhaustion took a toll on you and you fell asleep for a little. ni-ki shakes you a little. "baby? the bath is ready. go enjoy it, i already placed an order so the food should be on the way soon."

you hummed and went over to the bathroom to remove your clothing and step into the bathtub. you laid your back against the edge of the tub and shut your eyes again. the candle light making everything moody and warm. you were enjoying the comfortable warmth and silence, much better than the bustling sounds at the cafe. this felt nice.

you had spent in the bathroom for about 20 minutes or so before deciding to get out of the tub. you didn't want to your fingers or toes to look like dried prunes so you decided to just get out of the water. you had grabbed the towel and dried yourself off. you could hear a knock at the door.

"baby, i have pyjamas with me. i forgot to leave them inside the bathroom." you opened the door to ni-ki. he had one hand out to hold the pyjama set and the other hand covering his eyes. a very gentleman thing of him to always do if you came out of the shower in just your towel.

you had noticed he too was wearing a pyjama set and it was similar to yours. of course, he loved matching things with you. you grabbed the pyjamas. "mmm, i think you forgot to grab my undergarments."

his ears quickly turned red in embarrassment. "ah, i knew i forget something. i-i'll just leave the room so you could change." and so ni-ki bolts out of the room and shuts the door. you shook your head, laughing a little since he was so adorable.

you changed into the pyjamas after putting on your undergarments and then went out to the living room. there ni-ki was, turning on the tv and searching up your favourite anime to watch together and setting up the food onto the coffee table. you had come up behind him and back hugged him.

"i have the best boyfriend in the world." you say. ni-ki smiles.

"well, let's not forget your boyfriend is one of a kind. where can you get another nishimura riki, member of boy band enhypen, in the world." he boasts. you playfully rolled your eyes and released him.

"that's very humble of you, riki." you playfully say.

"oh, i know. i'm just that hot." ni-ki smirks. you laughed.

"yeah, you are. now, will my hunk of a boyfriend please just cuddle and eat with me?"

"of course, i'll eat with my beautiful and amazing girlfriend any time." he steals a small peck to your lips and settles down on the couch. you gave him a playful gaze and settled right next to him.

after some time, you found yourself tangled with ni-ki. your legs and his long ones were somehow crossed in between in each other as you cuddled like cats laying together.

"oh, it's over?" you say.

"no, it can't be." ni-ki gasps.

a flash to the tv showed 'season 2 coming soon'. it made both you and ni-ki groan. "that's lame. we have to wait for the next season? that's going to take 1-2 years." ni-ki whines.

"they're going to pull another 'Spy Family' thing where there isn't going to have episodes in the next season, i can feel it." you complained.

"boooo. let's watch something else." ni-ki grumbles.

"yeah, let's watch-"

"let's watch, you. you're really pretty." ni-ki says as he stares down at you. ah, this playful and teasing ni-ki is appearing now.

"that wasn't that smooth, riki."

"well, to me it was. besides, this is a signal for you to reward me and i don't know give me a kiss or at least a peck? i am an amazing boyfriend, right?"

you snort, "yes, riki. you are but you're not getting that peck."

"what? why." he pouts.

"because..." you got closer to him and watches you with adorable doe eyes. before you unexpectedly peck him and ran away. ni-ki sits there confused, trying to analyse the situation properly. until he finally digested it.

"hey! get back here!" he yells as he tries to chase after you.

you could've not felt any better.

and being with ni-ki helped it.

[angelstate]

Don't You Know Better?

Pairing: Peter Parker x innocent!reader

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Happy Ending!

Warnings: Argument, Mention of kidnaping (nobody is kidnapped) emotional breakdown.

Summary: you always try to see the best in people, that often lead you to bad situations and your boyfriend is tired of you not knowing better.

Words: 2.5k!

Peter was mad, you knew that just by the way he was clenching his jax and furrowing his eyebrows without looking at you. just sitting in his desk chair in pure silence.

Silence you didn't dare to break because you were aware that no explanation you gave would be good enough to calm the anger boiling in his chest.

In your mind the events that lead to this awkward silence in Peter's room was still playing in your head, you went through every little detail before he appeared to save the day but nothing seem sketchy to you about the man you tried to help, so maybe it was just bad luck what didn't really happened or in Peter's words "what he stopped from happening".

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(flashback!)

you were cleaning the outside tables of the coffee shop you worked since it was already closing time and all costumers had left, it was just you outside, your coworker was inside cleaning the coffee machine since it had been a really busy day.

winter had already started so you had your jacket and your scarf on because of how cold it was outside.

while you were cleaning the table you heard steps coming from somewhere and before you could even turn around, a person was already touching your shoulder and making you face them.

you jumped slightly on your place you didn't saw him coming and placed a hand on your chest, feeling your heart beating a little fast.

"hi! i'm y/n and I'm sorry but we just closed so we can't serve you" you introduced yourself and quickly explained that you couldn't sell him any coffee for the cold weather.

"oh, i didn't approach because of coffee." the man spoke and took a step back from you to give you more space.

"no? is there anything i cant help you with?" you asked and put your hands in you the pockets of your jacket because the air was cold.

"actually yes, i saw a girl crying two blocks from here and was wondering if you could help me to calm her down" he explained and smiled at you before pointing to the direction you guessed he saw the girl.

"oh! yeah, i could help but i need to finish cleaning her" you explained and turned to face the table you were cleaning but the man turned you towards him again.

"she was crying really hard, i really think she needs help" he looked a bit desperate and worried.

you thought about leaving for 5 minutes to help the girl and then running back and finish cleaning up since you had just two more tables to clean before you could go home.

"uh- okay but we should be quick i have to finish cleaning" you gave in and the man just nodded and started walking towards the direction the girl was.

"so, what's your name?" you walked a bit faster so the both of you were walking side by side.

"uh it's- tyler" he gave you a quick smile.

"nice to meet you, Tyler." you smiled back at him and looked around, this street at night always gave you chills because of the big shadows the buildings would made since there weren't a lot of street lights that worked. It was one of the bad things of living in new York.

"yeah nice to meet you" he answered and also started to look around.

"was she crying hard?" you asked while you searched for tissues in your pocket, if the girl was crying then she would need them to clean her face a bit.

"who?" Tyler looked confused before he quickly spoke again. "oh, yeah she was a mess"

"poor lady, it most have been a rough night for her" the thought of her getting bad news or something bad happening to the lady made you feel bad for her. It must been a rough night and she really could use a little bit of sympathy.

you walked till where you supposed the woman would be there was no one, the restaurant you stopped in front of was closed already, you could see the staff walking and cleaning the place but other than that there was no one else.

"maybe she went home already" you said and started to look around, the woman couldn't have gone away in just 5 minutes.

"maybe we should walk just one more block to make sure she really did go home" tyler spoke, looked behind you and grabbed your arm.

he started to walk a bit faster and you hurried to match his steps but it felt like he was almost running.

you started hearing footsteps behind you and before you could even turned around to check you felt someone grab your arm and pulling you towards them.

it was... spiderman?

"oh! hi spiderman" you said in a friendly tone and a little bit out of breath, you already knew who was behind the mask since it was literally your boyfriend of 3 years. what you weren't so sure about is why he approached you with the spiderman suit on

"hi miss! nice too see you again, who is your friend?" Peter spoke and looked at the man, the eyes on his suit widen and suddenly peter stood up in front of you covering you with his body.

"hey! I also remember you." Peter said and you peek a bit only to see the face of 'tyler' turn pale and he's expression fell into one of concern and fear?

"i think you got the wrong person, but nice too met you spiderman" tyler took a few steps, trying to get away from the situation but Peter didn't let him walk far.

"hey! Why are you scared?" Peter said in a sarcastic tone and started walking towards him with a fast pace.

Tyler didn't answered and just kept walking away, peter catch up fastly and grabbed him by the arm.

"don't walk away, i want to know what were you doing before i got here, was there someone needing help?" Peter spoke again and pulled tyler by the arm.

"he saw a girl crying and we were going to help her" you spoke this time and gave the two of them a kind smile, trying to calm the situation.

"a girl crying huh? wasn't that the same emergency you had the other day?" Peter questioned tyler and you saw how he tighten the hold he had on his arms.

"yeah, right. But i guess the girl left already" tyler answered and tried to get off of Peter's hold.

"next time you should call someone instead of distracting people, im always in the neighborhood" peter finally released him from his grip, tyler rubbed the place on his arms that peter was holding.

"the girl isn't here anymore right? You can go now. nobody is in danger anymore" peter said and took a few steps back to get close to you again.

You saw how Tyler mumbled something before walking away fastly, almost running away. you kept looking at him until he disappeared at the end of the street.

You were about to speak but Peter shushed you up.

"let's go home" peter said sternly and grabbed your wrist before starting to walk away.

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(present!)

ok, maybe there were a few things off about the situation but it could have been coincidence or pure bad luck.

it's New York after all, anything and everything happens in the streets, especially at night. If you could help someone in distress you would always do it.

You couldn't help but feel a little frustrated, just like him, you had a passion for helping people in need.

"i'm sorry" you whispered.

Peter's eyes snapped towards you, he was looking at you with anger and frustration. his stare made you feel small and like a prey in the gaze of a predator.

"why are you sorry?" Peter asked.

You didn't know what you were sorry for, the situation didn't felt sketchy so you didn't felt sorry for trying to help. You felt a little sorry for leaving your work without finishing cleaning but that wasn't even on Peter's knowledge so why would you apologize about that.

You had nothing you felt sorry for.

"i don't know" you answered and looked at your hands that were resting on your lap.

"then why are you apologizing?" Peter questioned you again, his tone stern and harsh.

it was like you were 9 years old again and your father was scolding you for doing bad on your math exam.

"because..." you took a deep breath.

"because i didn't think through" you admitted.

and it was true, most of the time if not all the time you always believe what people tell you, you don't understand why anyone would like about certain things to bring you trouble.

"like?" Peter pressed and you weren't sure what he wanted you to say until you thought for a second.

"like... always" you whispered and started chewing on your bottom lip out of shame and guilt.

"like always." Peter repeated and when you looked up you noticed this time his gaze was just stern, you knew his anger hadn't vanished but the fact you owned up to your mistake made peter a little bit more calm.

"i know the guy you were with" peter said and stood up.

he started walking towards you, when he was in front of you he got on his knees to be on your eye level since you were sitting on the bed.

"he isn't a good person, do you want to know what he does?" peter asked and you shook your head.

You didn't want to know, Tyler was a bad person, that was enough information for you. You didn't want the details of his doings.

"he kidnaps girls" peter told you either way. He wanted you to know what the man does, he needed you to realize that could have happened to you this night.

"he does horrible things to them, y/n." you shook your head, not denying what he was saying. You just didn't want to keep listening.

"that would have been your fate if i didn't arrived in time" peter said and placed his hands on your thighs.

"no..." you shook your head and covered you face with your hands.

"yes. you could have ended badly hurt" peter emphasized and started rubbing your thighs softly.

you whimpered in distress and felt how your eyes filled with tears, you now knew that tyler was bad and what he does. You didn't want to imagine him doing does things to you.

"i understand." you whispered and uncovered your face, your face hanging low to hide your face from peter.

"don't you know better?" Peter asked, this time more to himself.

He sometimes couldn't believe how naive you were, how you believed everything and everyone. Just because you don't lie and aren't bad didn't meant everyone else is the same.

peter didn't know how to make you understand that, he wished he could take the part of you that was so naive and give it a reality check so you wouldn't end in bad situations like this.

he stopped this from happening, he has stopped before a lot of bad things from happening, but what would happen if one day he was too late.

You could end up being hurt badly, so many horrible thing could be done to you and he wouldn't be able to forgive himself if that ever happened to you.

He was a super hero and was ready to save you anytime you needed, but couldn't you also try and avoid needing to get saved?

"i do" you answered and rubbed your eyes with the hill of your hands, trying to get rid of the tears in your eyes. you felt like you would lose control at any moment.

"then why do i have to always save you" peter rested his forehead on your lap.

He was stressed, frustrated and even angry at you, but he knew he couldn't be to harsh on you. he would love for you to just understand without needing to be scolded but every time he used the gentlest approach you would never fully understand him.

It was complicated, he needed to be stern but also couldn't be too stern. You were fragile like a porcelain doll, needing the most gentle hands to deal with you because one wrong move could shatter you.

"i just wanna help people" you felt the tears forming again in your eyes, your cheeks felt hot and your clothes were getting uncomfortable.

"then help yourself and stay out of trouble" peter gave you a little kiss on your right thigh before looking up only to find you fighting the urge to breakdown.

he hurriedly stood up and hugged you, you wrapped your arms around his waist and started sobbing your heart out.

Peter's heart broke at the sound of your sobs, usually you would just stay quiet when he scolded you for doing something careless in the hopes of being able to help people.

He never really had you breaking down out of pure guilt or shame because of the situation you had put yourself in.

Peter started humming a sof tune and rocking side by side, trying to calm you down. His his right hand he started playing with your hair while his right hand rubbed your back softly.

he let you let cry with your face pressed against his abdomen, he felt how his shirt got wet because of your tears but didn't care.

You needed to cry all you felt necessary, he wouldn't mind having his shirt wet.

After almost 10 minutes you finally managed you calm down a little, hiccups were leaving your mouth and you were sniffling a little.

"I'm sorry" that was the first thing you said after calming down.

"it's alright" peter said.

"is not, i made a mistake. Im sorry, pete." you continued to apologize.

You felt horrible for what you've done, you always want to help people but it always seem like to end up being the one who needs help.

It was frustrating that you never could tell if someone had good intentions because you always focused on the good things about them.

"i know you're sorry, it's ok" peter reassured you and made you stand up in front of him, he took a hold of your face with his hands.

"everything is ok now, i know you had good intentions but you need to be more cautious and be really sure that someone needs help." Peter smiled at you and leaned down to kiss you.

"ok..." you whispered against his lips before kissing him too.

The kiss was full of emotions, sealing the apologies and making up for the mistakes that occured tonight.

You would learn to be more cautious, to analyze and realize if someone is sketchy. You didn't want to get hurt and let peter feel guilty because of your mistakes.

You would learn and lean your best intentions to animals in need rather tan humans for a while.

Rescuing puppies seem like the safest option for helping someone in need.

you would learn to know better, but for now you would rather kiss your boyfriend and make up for the bad events of tonight.

[the-fat-raccoon]

🌌 astro-gnomey Follow

Some of you don't want to hear it but at some point we're going to HAVE to acknowledge the effects of storm sorcerers (and keiromancy as a whole) on the environment. The wizard council has been pushing for regulations on these practices for years due to its large ecological effect on the realm, and yet it still stays unregulated because of misinformed petitioners who insist on preserve this harmful practice.

x x x

🌬 420haz3it Follow

hey ops ex here. they literally went through my family's tome of spells and destroyed every page that contained keiromancy. spells that were in my family since the Wizardry Renaissance, that saved towns from floods and droughts alike, are now lost to time and space

also as people in the notes pointed out all of those links are blatant misinformation that ignores what storm sorcerers have done to protect not only their local communities but the environment as a whole for centuries, and the people who spread this information are the exact same people who advocated to repeal the wishing star protection act.

hating keiromancy has always been a distraction so astrological mages can push for more unsafe practices in their own field. don't let them lie about their intent, and don't let the wizard council rush the process to earn an astromage liscense.

🪄 tradmage12 Follow

Being from a family of storm sorcerers puts a direct line from you to the Great Calamity that wiped out our magic for a millenia. You deserve to lose that tome and every last spark of magic in you.

🌬 420haz3it Follow

what

🌬 420haz3it Follow

theres no way youre serious. you dont actually believe that.

🪄 tradmage12 Follow

We all know it, the Great Calamity would have never happened if the sorcerer faction had listened to the wizard councils orders and steered clear of dragon hunting. But they didn't listen, and everyone suffered because of it. Don't act like there's no reason to not trust your kind with their own practices. You just can't help yourselves.

🌌 astro-gnomey Follow

I leave for the Berry Harvest and come back to this mess, really funny how you'll mention me taking action against your family's evil dark spells but don't mention that you only dated me for your weird gnomeplay fantasies. Also pay attention to the language used, very Anti Mage rhetoric being spread. What else would you expect of a storm sorcerer, of course they want to keep their powers, I'm going to shut off reblogs if people in the notes cant see how they're being manipulated by keiromancers. Quit trying to be 'progressive' when you just want to keep ruining the course of nature and keep down the mage class.

🌬 420haz3it Follow

get me off this fucking lichsite. there is no 'anti mage rhetoric', that's not a fucking thing. mages aren't some repressed class no matter how much you want to pretend that, they haven't had to deal with magical restrictions since before the great calamity even happened, meanwhile sorcerers to this day are still fighting to be seen as magical equals.

and while im at it 'keiromancers' is a made up term to put all weather magic users under one umbrella, as if forms of keiromancy arent so diverse amongst the realms that you cant even begin to compare them. it is not the same as saying necromancers. dont even start that bs.

also, gnomeplay is perfectly normal and acceptable between consenting partners, which we were, so idek why you bring that up. if i as a half elf want to have gnome partners theres literally no issue with that, youre mad because gneillielle has a more bountiful gourd harvest and far more whimsical tunes than you ever brought to our relationship.

storm sorcerers have done nothing wrong, you're the problem.

perhaps some shadow work could unlodge the staff youve got stuck up your cap and you could see the filthy fuckign system youre supporting as an astromage, im sick and tired of this.

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op starts posting untagged wizard council x reader failed abjuration content in a year btw

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[sickiesope]

Energy boost

Sickie: Taehyung

Caretaker: Jungkook

TW: emeto

Taehyung woke up tired today. He didn't sleep the best and just feels overall sluggish. Taehyung can usually hide that he's tired and is good at covering up his yawning in public. But he just hates that feeling weighing him down. They're filming a short dance number for army today and he needs a lot of stamina.

Taehyung doesn't like coffee at all and doesn't understand how Yoongi can drink so much of it. He can't stand the smell or the taste. He's trying to think of another quick fix and wound up buying an energy drink. It's strawberry flavored so he figured he'd try it.

"Since when do you drink energy drinks?" Yoongi teases.

"It tastes better than that burnt hot bean water" Taehyung sasses playfully.

"Maybe, but coffee doesn't make you crash like those do" Yoongi smirks.

Taehyung found it tasted pretty sweet; a little too sweet from what's he's used to but he drank half of it and already feels a little more perky. It gives him more hope about the day. When finished his stomach feels.. weird. He drank that pretty fast. His stomach gurgles with the fizzy drink bubbling up. He burps and pauses for a minute. He feels the caffeine kicking in and rushes to get prepared.

The guys stand in position and Taehyung tries to stay still. He's all jittery and his stomach keeps going off. He doesn't know if anyone else can hear it and palms it cautiously.

"Everyone in place!"

The music starts playing and the choreography is fast pace. Taehyung's body keeps up with the movements but he regrets having that energy drink. The liquid swishes and sloshes inside his stomach with each jump and turn. It feels like his stomach is a bottle being shaken and bubbling up, ready to go off. But he can't stop now, they're halfway through the song. Then his stomach burbles and Taehyung stumbles and hiccups, almost tripping.

"Cut!" They all stop and look at him.

"Tae, why'd you stop?" Hoseok asks.

Taehyung wants to say his stomach hurts but doesn't want to throw off the day. He already messed up and doesn't want people getting mad at him. "I-I'm fine--" *he burps mid sentence.* Taehyung covers his mouth, flustered.

They all look at him strange. Yoongi is looking with concern. That wasn't exactly a small sized can he chugged.

"Ugh, sorry.. I'm sorry, I can keep going." Taehyung says quickly. He just wants to get through this.

"Hmm okay, let's try again" Hoseok gestures them to walk back to starting position. Taehyung puts a fist to his mouth and descretely burps again. He wants to think it helps but isn't sure. His stomach feels queasy and he worries he'll throw up instead. The cameras are going again and he definitely doesn't want that.

On the second take Taehyung isn't as fast, his stomach hurts with all the movements and sloshing. His body can't handle it and his stomach lurches. Taehyung hiccups again and bends over, holding his abdomen. Suddenly he belches and his stomach opens the floodgates, spewing out a fast large wave. 

"Whoa Tae!" Jimin and Jungkook jump back, they were closest to him and just missed getting splashed. Taehyung can't say anything as his stomach is still forcing out it's contents.

The music stops and everyone is shocked at what just happened. Namjoon waves at the staff to stop the cameras and the members run to Taehyung. Taehyung falls to his knees clutching his middle. He sighs in disbelief but his stomach cuts him off with another hard retch. He pants and looks at the pink puddle on the floor. "Ugh, why did I have that?" Taehyung mutters.

Yoongi looks at the young vocalist sympathetically. "It's okay Tae, it could've happened to anyone."

Taehyung feels ridiculous and thought forsure they would scold him but everyone was benevolent and understanding.

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Taehyung wasn't thrilled about the car ride back. His stomach's still complaining after all that vomiting. He tries to rub it but he's so tired. Whenever the car hits a bump or a turn his stomach gurgles, making him moan quietly.

"Awwh hyung, that drink really upset your tummy huh?" Jungkook put his hand on Taehyung's stomach. Taehyung just nods as his sick stomach churns. Jungkook wants to help it and starts rubbing lightly "how does this feel?"

Taehyung hums approvingly, letting JK take over. The maknae's hands feel so nice. Taehyung yawns and leans on Jungkook closing his eyes. He's crashing. Jungkook looks and smiles fondly, shifting a bit to make it more comfortable.

[pbandjesse]

Today was a long day. But I had fun. And thankfully I didn't feel sick. I am tired but I'm doing a lot better then yesterday.

I slept okay. I changed blankets and I think that helped. But there was a lot of noise outside again. The recycling truck came at like 6am?? And it felt like it was just parked out front of our house and it was so loud. Not amazing.

But I did fall back asleep. And was able to sleep until 7.

When I woke up James was sitting at our desk and they came over and gave me a hug and it was so nice. We talked about how weird it was that the trash truck came so early. And then I went to get ready.

I wore my short overalls today because I didn't realize how chilly it was going to be this morning. But I did wear knee socks and a sweatshirt (I changed into a fleece when I got to camp) and was pretty comfortable overall.

Other drivers stressed me out hardcore. After I left the house, giving James a kiss goodbye, I got in the car and took my time getting ready to go.

It's always tough turning out of our street. I waited my turn and I was up next and the person behind me pulled around me!!!! It was so dangerous and so incredibly entitled. And worse we would end up next to each other at every single light for the next few miles. And I was so fucking mad but also trying to not look at them because I was just so angry. I just wanted to get to the highway and be away from them because I was shaking I was so mad and also didn't want to feel like that!! I hate feeling so deregulated that early in the day.

The rest of the drive was fine. And I got to camp and went right to art to collect my materials. And decided to drive them over to the trading post where I would be leading the program. And eventually went to the office to have breakfast and chill.

Everyone was supposed to come through at 930. I took a walk over to the lodge to move the table carts since it is probably not the best idea to move the big tables myself. It's hard to balance what I should and shouldnt do these days. But it felt like it wouldn't be a good idea.

While I was over there I noticed that the stove top looked like it was on? But it was actually the pilot lights being very very tall? So I called Heather for her opinion and she told me to check with Joe. Who eventually would tell me they got taller after it was serviced this summer but it seems wrong to me. But he knows better then I would so I left that and walked back to the office to sit with Heather.

Her birthday was yesterday and she said she had a really nice weekend celebrating. We talked about my job plans for the next year. Being available only as needed and not every day. Picking up different job shifts at the museum and other things I may focus on. She made me feel very supported.

And when we saw Gabe from indigo's car I would go over to the lodge to meet him.

I was frustrated that the other puhtok staff were still not there. They were supposed to be in at 930. They would actually roll up after 10. After me and Gabe had already finished setting up the 10 tables and 80 chairs. I was not happy with them at all. But I tried to be chill and told them what they would need to do. I tried to take charge because no one else was going to. Elizabeth is sick and Sarah is stuck in Tampa. Hopefully she's made it out by now, as she left at 2am. But with the traffic jams because of the storm I am pretty worried about her.

The day would go really well though. The kindergartners were so lovely. And I had a lot of fun hanging out with them.

We started in the amphitheater with their normal intro, warming up bodies and giving rules about being in charge of your body and not touching anyone else's. We were originally going to break into 5 groups but the teachers asked to do 3 so they could stay with their classes. Fair but man those are big groups. But it would go early because fine. I just had to talk really loud.

I took the biggest group. With 25 kids and 6 adults. And I think we had a lot of fun. We talked about mushrooms. We identified ferns and spice berries. We pet carpet moss and turkey tail mushrooms. We talked about how we identify dead trees and what termite damage looks like. And it was just really fun. I don't think it was my best hike every, mainly because I don't think the end of the line could always hear me. But I did my best and I had a lot of fun.

When we got to the Glen Gabe took over to lead a scavenger hunt. Half the group had to use the bathroom though so I would take them back up the hill to go to the latrines. And when we were done there we would walk back down to meet the group and then walked to lunch. And I tried to stop where we could to point things out. And then took them to the field. Where I decided to pass off leading the group to Gabe so I didn't have to backtrack to the office and have my lunch. He was chill about it. And I said I would see them after.

My lunch was okay. Could have used a sauce but was fine. I ate and watched some TikToks and sat on the porch. It was warm enough that I could leave my fleece. And would head to the trading post to do my project.

And it was really fun. I made some examples. A girl in a dress, a turtle, a kitty, some butterflies. And the kids were really into it! Not all of them understood exactly and we're mainly just flying down leaves. But overall it was a really positive experience and they looked like they had fun.

We would run out of glue right before 2. Which was perfect and let me clean up and head out. I needed to get out of there by 215 so that I could go home and change and charge my phone before going to the museum. I let Adam from indigo know. And would text Tony. I figured I set up everything, the others could put the tables and chairs away.

But apparently not? I heard back from Tony that he had to leave for his other job too. Okay. So I texted Nick. He was the one driving Tony. So I gave up. I let Elizabeth and Heather know I wasn't sure if things were cleaned up and apologized for that.

But I couldn't stay.

I would get home before 3. Which just gave me enough time to change and charge my phone. I took ten minutes to sit down and fixed my makeup. I felt kind of uncomfortable but I figured I just needed to eat.

My plan was to go to Jimmy John's before the museum. And Im so glad I did. It was exactly what I wanted. I got stuck in a little traffic but I got to the shopping center with plenty of time to eat there. I listened to a podcast and enjoyed my sandwich and felt a lot better.

And I would have a pretty excellent evening. It really would have only been improved by more people coming back to the galleries.

When I got there I gave James lots of hugs and went to set up a chase for printing. I chatted with Meril and Jesse. And later I would get my very own key for the museum and I'm thrilled about that.

But not a lot of people came back to the galleries. Even though they set up a bar back there! So I would chat with the bar tender for a while. I would have about ten or so people come back who were awesome though.

I had like a 15 minute conversation with a couple who were fascinated by everything. By the machines. By the prints and blocks. Even by me. I would print off some of our image blocks special for them. And told them all about my background and how I ended up here. How I get to work with my husband sometimes. And it was just really great. And when no one was back there I just printed or sat on my stool and chilled. Meril would come check on me but mainly I was just hanging out.

I did have one surprising conversation. A man came in and said his wife used to do letter press but she stopped when she was pregnant because she couldn't touch the lead. What???! This was not something I had considered at all. Should I not be in this room?? Like I'm careful, I wash my hands after. I don't put things in my mouth. But I guess the whole room is technically contaminated. I texted James. And they also become concerned. So I would send a message to my OB office to see what they think.

At 7 I would clean up. And hung out talking to Meril about my hopes for my job over the next year. Very similar to my conversation with Heather. And Meril has such similar energy and makes me feel so listened to. I'm really glad we get to work in this department together, she's really great.

She would run over to their office to bring me my new front door key. She made a big show of giving it to me which was super sweet. And soon I was heading out. See you guys in a few days.

I got stuck in the parking lot because people were confused about where the road was. But it was okay. I got out of there. I almost forgot the groceries James bought and left in the fridge for me to bring home but I didn't forget. And I asked James to please have cream cheese wontons ready for me when I got home.

Traffic was bad again and other drivers were terrible. On our block again!! When someone passed around me when I was about to turn into the alley. They are so lucky I wasn't making a quick turn because that was insane and could have been so bad. I had to take a moment to collect myself.

But I parked and came inside and was super happy to see Sweetp and James. We hugged. Then we picked up Sweetp and hugged with him between us and he hated that. James showed me that the other set of curtains came and they would put those up. I'm very pleased about that.

I had my wontons. And came upstairs to sip water. I would eventually go back down to tell James my fears and thoughts about the hurricane. And how it brings up my fears about having to evacuate and what I might grab and take with us. How I want to get a travel container for Crabcake, like we have one for Sweetp. We should have a way to transport everyone in an emergency. It's important.

But now I'm back in bed. Finishing this post. I'm going to take a shower and get ready for bed. Tomorrow I am probably staying home. I told Heather to let me know if I'm needed because if not I have things I would like to work on here. Specifically I want to make more plushies. I haven't made new ones in months and my supplies are low. So wish me luck with that. I hope I have motivation tomorrow.

I also hope you all have a good evening. Sleep well and be safe. Goodnight!!

[bellysoupset]

That story with Luke and Leo was SO GOOD! I can’t believe Bella and Like broke up omg, I adore your writing ITS LITTERALY SO GOOD

What if you do a story where Jonah comforts Luke about his break up with Bella? I know they have kind of a enemies/friends/brothers relationship and I think it would be so cool to see Luke actually get emotional and have Jonah comforting him.

I thrive with drama!! The Bella/Luke story still will have quite a few installments I think, Lucas is being particularly stubborn and we don't even know what happened or Bell's POV. Anyway, enjoy

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"You are cheating," Wendy scoffed, kicking Jonah's thigh as he turned his completed wordle around for her to see, thus completely ruining her chances of beating him.

"I never cheat," he deadpanned, biting down a smile and reaching for the mug of hot coffee. It had been a pretty decent day, class had been a drag but not bad, work was slow for once... Pretty good. Even so, he couldn't wait to go home, less because of being tired, more because of the company that awaited him.

He kept waiting for the dumb butterflies to die down, but truth was Jonah still felt pretty stuck in the honeymoon phase. Not that he'd ever say it out loud.

He checked his phone, while Wendy pouted and grumbled about him being a cheater. There were no notifications from Leo, despite the fact he should've been home already.

Jonah chewed on his lip, gulping the rest of his coffee down, "do you think I should call him?"

"Mr. Di Caprio?" Wendy said sarcastically, all but sprawled on the staff couch, her feet resting on his lap. He slapped her ankle.

"Wendy," Jonah rolled his eyes, "I haven't heard from him since morning and normally he texts me during the lunch break."

"He texts you?" Wendy squinted, "always? Sounds very unilateral, Jon."

He scowled, then drummed his fingers against her leg resting on his lap, "you're right, I'm calling him."

"That's not what-"

He ignored his friend in favor of hitting Leo's contact and pressing the phone against his ear. Jonah was not the calling type, he'd much rather text anything and everything, voice messages being his absolute demise.

It rang and rang and rang. Then went to voicemail.

"Uh..."

"He's probably busy," Wendy said, noticing Jonah's frown, "I mean, his shift ended what? Forty minutes ago? Maybe he's going home still."

"The apartment is literally ten minutes away from his firm."

"I meant... The dorms?" She raised a judgmental eyebrow, green eyes sparkling, "did you ask him to move in with you six months into dating?"

"Five," Jonah corrected her, cheeks burning, "no, I didn't."

Wendy didn't even bother answering him, only opened an amused smile, one that said very well how he hadn't her convinced her at all.

"I just - Shut up, stop looking at me like that."

"I'm not looking at you in any way," she smiled, sitting up straight on the couch, "c'mon, chop chop. The sooner we're done with the clinic hours, the sooner we can go home."

By the time Jonah did reach home - Nearly an hour and a half later - he was already anxious. He had tried calling another time and had even texted, only to receive no answer. The entire elevator trip up, he kept telling himself that maybe Leo had just fallen asleep. It wouldn't be the first time, the guy needed all the sleep he could get in between his hectic hours...

Except Leo wasn't in the apartment and this was when Jon fully catapulted into "he's mad at me" territory.

He called again, pacing around the place, telling himself that if Leo didn't answer another call then he was going to drive to the dorms-

"Hi," the call connected, except it was not his boyfriend's soft spoken voice, but Luke's energic one.

"Why do you have Leo's phone?" Jonah demanded immediately, "did you call him into another one of those stupid midnight practices? That's abuse of power, Atwood-"

"Leo's sick," Lucas interrupted him and Jonah could almost hear the eyeroll, "he called me by accident, he meant to call you. He's got the stomach bug that's going around."

"What- How bad is he? Put him on the phone, I want to speak with him."

"He's rest-"

"Get Leo on the phone Lucas!"

"He is in a pretty bad shape. I picked him up from work and brought him over to my place, he's resting."

"You kidnapped my boyfriend," Jonah squinted at his door, already making up his mind and crossing the room for his car keys, "why didn't you bring him here?! I'm going over."

"Because you hurl when people get sick, Jonah," Lucas' voice dripped with disdain, "or did you forget last week when we both caught it?"

Jonah scowled, "I don't care. I'm going over."

"Don't be an idiot, you can't see vomit. He's fine, I know how to take care of people, I'm not ten," Lucas argued back, "stay home."

"Don't tell me how to date my own boyfriend," Jonah scoffed, "can't I just talk with hi-"

"Ah shit, I have to go," Lucas suddenly sounded distant, clearly busy and Jonah could faintly hear the noises of Leo retching in the background, getting louder as Lucas walked closer, only to cease suddenly when he hung up.

Jonah sighed, being left completely in the dark. He decided to try and not do anything harsh. He could shower, change out of the hospital dirty clothes and then call back again. Hopefully by then Leo would actually pick up and then he could reason with the guy to come home.

It was a solid plan, so he got on to it, only to find himself in the exact same position forty minutes later: pacing the living room, calling and getting just the voicemail.

Fucking Lucas Atwood and his hero complex.

Rationally Jonah knew that it probably just meant he was busy and that he would not actually be any help there. However logic wasn't the dominating part of him recently, so before he could think better of it, he was rushing out of the door.

For his credit he didn't stop at a pharmacy on his way there, for as much shit as he gave Luke, he knew the guy actually knew damn well how to take care of people.

His building didn't have a doorman, just the electronic panel to open the metal gates and Jonah, like anyone in the team, knew the password. He was buzzing with anxiety during the elevator ride up.

Lucas left the key inside of a fake rock on the huge fiddle leaf fig that sat near his apartment's door, and Jonah let himself in without a second thought.

"Leo?" He called, shutting the door behind him. The living room was empty, so Jonah moved further in, already expecting to find the whole party in the bathroom.

The door was shut and he immediately he heard a groan, followed by the noise of sick hitting water. A retch.

"Leo? It's me, can I come in...?" he knocked on the door, sympathy nausea be damned. His stomach already churned with the idea, but he simply couldn't just let his boyfriend be all by himself, "Leo?"

"Not Leo," Lucas scoffed, opening the door while wiping his mouth, "what are you doing here?"

"Where is Leo?" Jonah glared at him, concern flying out of the window.

"Asleep, he just passed out," Lucas rolled his eyes, pointing the guest room door and Jonah turned his back on him, rushing to the room.

It eased his heart just a little bit to see Leo tucked under the blankets, one pale hand poking out, as well as greasy blonde hair. He looked frail, which wasn't like his athletic built.

"When did he call you?" Jonah asked, leaning on the doorway.

"Around the time his shift ended, I think. Almost six."

"Did he say if he was sick since morning?" the idea that Leo might've been sick since that morning and that he had completely missed it made Jonah wince.

"Nope, he didn't start puking until I got there," Lucas rubbed a hand over his face, "like I said, he's fine."

"I'll be the judge of that when he wakes up, I'm the only one here who's qualified to say this," Jonah scoffed, but he couldn't help a small smile. Then he crossed his arms to look at Luke, "so you don't get sympathy sick, uh?"

"I don't."

"Then why the fuck were you throwing up?" Jonah frowned and Lucas' ears turned red, but he shrugged.

"Just the remains of the bug, I guess."

"We caught the flu a week ago. Actually, nine days ago," Jonah raised his eyebrows, "you're not still sick."

"I'm fine," Lucas pushed past him, moving towards the kitchen and Jon followed, unable to drop the subject now that it had piqued his attention.

He watched as the other man opened the fridge and fished out a gatorade bottle, starting to drink it. Jonah squinted. Lucas' hands were shaking.

"Lucas."

"I said I am fine."

Jonah rolled his eyes, leaning against the opposite kitchen wall, "what happened?"

"I don't know what you're talking about," Lucas shrugged, taking a large gulp. Jon studied him up and down. He could drop it, but something in the horrible energy around Luke was making him uneasy. It reminded him of the last year of high school.

"Lucas," Jonah tried again, "is your dad ok?"

"He's fine, nanna is fine, everyone is fine," he rolled his eyes, sounding pretty pissed off.

"Okay..." Jon stared at him, not buying it for a second, "where's Bella?"

Lucas shrugged, gesturing vaguely and Jonah's eyebrows met in a frown, before it fully dawned on him why his friend was acting like that.

"Shit, Luke-"

"It's fine," he cut him off, not in the mood to get any sympathies, "it's been weeks, it's fine."

Jonah didn't believe him. He had never seen Lucas be "fine" with anything close to his heart.

"Alright, you're fine," Jonah raised his hands in a fake defeated manner, voice dripping with sarcasm, "clearly, because fine people get sick from nerves and can't hold a glass without reenacting parkinson's. Sure."

"If I wake up Leo will you leave me the fuck alone?" Lucas' voice was sharp and cold, his normal friendliness all but gone, "I don't want to talk about it."

"Astounding work, captain," Jonah rolled his eyes, "I'm gonna go check on Leo and then I'll leave. I know the way out." He mentally kicked himself, what he actually wanted to do was not fight with Atwood. For all their bickering, they had known each other for an extremely long time, he was actually concerned over Luke's well being.

Whatever, he'd just tell Vince and let him deal with this.

Leo had turned around on the bed, kicked off the blankets, which probably meant the fever had gone down and he had started to feel just how warm he was.

Jonah sat gingerly at the edge of his bed, pushing the hair away from his boyfriend's sweaty forehead. He didn't have it in him to wake him up, even if the last thing he wanted was to leave Leo there.

Against everything in him, he leaned in and planted a kiss on his brow, then got up and left the room. Lucas was in the hallways, arms crossed and looking somehow worse than less than five minutes before.

Jonah sighed, "tell him I stopped by? And-" he cringed, "for what's worth I'm sorry about how things ended between you and Bella. I know that you-"

"I'll let Leo know you were here. Can you call in his work and let them know he won't be there tomorrow?"

"Yeah, of course."

"Alright," Lucas gestured to the door, "bye Jon."

[cookingforsatoru]

Mitsuya Takashi x F!reader

Warnings: Angst ? financial problems, kinda not angst, it turned out to be slightly funny

summary; Mitsuya and her Wife dreamt of having a child and being successful in their business. Not knowing Takashi has some secrets to hide from her wife that made the company lose money. it even made their relationship in a worst-case scenario.

inspo; second chance - filipino movie

"so Mr. and Mrs. Mitsuya, this is an interview and we're gonna ask questions about what happened to you both for the past 6 years of marriage, okay?"

"Sure"

-6 years earlier-

"I always knew you'd be the one for me, yn. through my ups and downs, you're the one who's there for me baby. I can't imagine doing anything without your support and love. I always think of you as my wife nowadays. I want to make it true, princess."

as he touched your cheeks softly he slowly bend down on his one knee

" I'm asking this with no pressure, love. will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?"

as tears went down your cheeks, you know what you want to answer to that question.

"yes, love!" chuckled and sniffed as you said

your heart is too happy you cried for more than a minute.

―――――――――――――――

after the marriage, it's already been 6 years

you and Takashi are handling a business of your own. it's about sewing of course.

you were the designer and he's the tailor.

but since you just had a miscarriage he wants you to just rest, he was so busy. he just leave you at home with nothing to do.

he didn't get to tell you his problems, he started to be so irritated all the time you cant even talk to him properly.

as days passed, you didn't know how to keep yourself busy, and its sunday so why not check on your husband in his office? i mean its not going to be a long ride, just maybe 10minutes far from your house soo...

―――――――――――――――

"Good Afternoon, Ma'am Y/n! It's nice to see you back!"

the guard greeted you with a big smile, the staff in your office surely missed you since you've been gone for months.

"Good Afternoon, too"

you went inside and looked for takashi, you saw him talking to his phone in his office room, so you went in.

"hey, Love! I bought Lunch!"

he hangs up and looked really irritated...

"wtf yn, what are you doing here?"

"visiting you and our office... what else?"

"i told you to stay at home, didn't I?"

"yeah but it's so boring there, what's wrong? i just visited"

"yeah, go home now. don't want you here. you'll get tired"

"what?"

"go home."

―――――――――――――――

after what happened you always overthink about why did he asked you to leave?

i mean everytime you ask him 'how's his work?' he always says 'good' or it's fine but really he looks so problematic. as his wife you want to help but he don't open to you anymore.

so he has this trip to another town so you decided to do a little visit the office...

―――――――――――――――

you went to the office and first thing is ask the financier hows the money?

"um ma'am we're very low on budget. sir told me to not tell you this but we're really bankrupt. he accepts all projects and does not finnish it so the clients/customers cancel their appointments. but sir is really trying hard. and almost half of our staff's are resigning because we have no money to pay them anymore and plus we have so many debts. it's almost 3million."

...

what?

―――――――――――――――

you left cause how come your husband didn't told you any of this?

this is fucked up.

really. he isn't the takashi you used to know.

you were heartbroken but tried to understand him cause you know he needs you, to calm yourself down you went shopping.

you bought a lot! it made you happy, really! new plates new cups, new home decorations, etc etc.

he came home very late, then saw the new things you bought.

"yn?"

"oh takashi, hey"

"why tf did you shop? where'd you get the money?"

"uh i have my own money, why?"

"you just waisted tons of money, yn"

"what's your problem? you've been acting so strange lately"

he looked really mad, then threw the new plates on the floor

"WHAT'S YOUR PROBLEM TAKASHI?"

"STOP WAISTING MONEY! YOU LOOK LIKE YOU'RE NOT CONTENTED IN THE LIFE I'M GIVING YOU, WHAT? YOU DON'T WANT TO BE IN THIS RELATIONSHIP ANYMORE?"

"WHAT ARE YOU SAYING? WHERE DID THAT CAME FROM???"

"YOU'RE SO FUCKING SELFISH"

"YOUR PROBLEM IS THE NEW PLATES? IS THAT WHY YOU'RE HATING ME RIGHT NOW? THEN LET'S THROW THE FUCKIN' PLATES, TAKASHI"

you threw the plates and the cups and all the things near you on the floor.

"ARE YOU HAPPY NOW?! YOU FUCKIN' HAPPY NOW MITSUYA?"

he gave you nothing but a silent treatment.

―――――――――――――――

after the fight you went to your friend's house, emma sano.

emma really comforted you. after a few weeks you went to your house again...

found nothin' but a girl in bed

girl?

his ex?

but where's takashi?

......

the girl woke up then saw you, and cover her top since she was naked.

"oh- are you his girlfriend"

you were about to cry but really you didn't. you're a badbitch.

"wife. his wife, bitch"

"..."

"get tf out of my fuckin' house, whore"

you tried to control your temper.

she left the house.

but still figuring out where tf is takashi

he deff cheated...

―――――――――――――――

you fixed the house again.

waited for him to come home.

and remembered his vows he gave you

"With this hand I will lift your sorrows. Your cup will never empty, for I will be your wine. With this candle, I will light your way in darkness. With this ring, I ask you to be mine".

it actually hurts seeing your relationship like this. it sucks

he used to be so sweet. what happened? you really missed him.

you cried praying, hoping he'll come back.

the man who promised you you'd have kids, that you'd wake up everyday with a smile and by his side, the man who promised to never treat you bad, to never cheat, to be there when you need him

the man who is very careful with his words, very responsible with his words. the man who will keep his promises.

nevertheless, he's like that you still love him, you're just really hurt.

-------------------------------- 5 years--------------------------------

"Yah! Takashi can you carry your daughter! I'm still doing my makeup"

"sorry babe, I was cooking but sure"

10 mins... at the interview

"so it's been 5 years already, Mr. & Mrs. Mitsuya"

"yeah, time flies so fast"

"How are you guys? well you two seem pretty happy today"

"well of course, we'd get to share our journey with some people. first, we had financial problems, cheating problems, trusting problems, all that we almost got out divorced. but as for me, as the wife. of course, I love to spend my life with my husband though I was hurt. I'd still love to understand him, I wanted to know the reason why he cheated, wanted to know the reason why he didn't trust me? cause I know myself takashi isn't like that so I knew that there was something wrong. I talked to him the night he cheated. he ranted for the first time in our 6 years."

"as the husband who did all that, I figured my wife's the most understanding woman I've ever met. though I wasn't ready to break up I knew she'd break up with me. but didn't. she fixed all my problems, she was there for me. always."

"so I guess everybody deserves a second chance? Based on your experience Mr. & Mrs. Mitsuya"

"no, but if you still see that the person is trying and see them struggling to get you back, try to understand them, even if they cheated on you once, twice, or more than. we should forgive them cause we're not the ones who will punish them for their sins, God will. especially when God knows that you did nothing wrong, figured that prayers work." -Mitsuya, Takashi

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[kuro-ttsuki]

One | Rising High

My fist connected to my opponent's jaw beautifully, his skin rippling like a wave at the aftermath, a mixture of blood and spit escaped his busted lips and onto the mat beneath us in slow mo.  I watched him as he hit the floor hard with a thud, just waiting for him to get up but he never did, he just laid there, unconscious. The arena was silent for a while, I guess they were also trying to  process what just happened too, then the sound of people chanting my name filled the place. But yet I just stood there, tired, shocked, confused, everything and anything filling my head as  a fake smile was  plastered on my face.

Can't let the people see me stuck in thought.

The referee held my arm up for a few seconds  before giving me my titles. I placed them both over my shoulder as I just stood there again, this time drinking in the chants and screams of joy. I won, even though I had a busted lip, bloody knuckles, bruised ribs, and even maybe a concussion... I won. I just beat the best UFC fighter there was for his title.

This is has to be the greatest moment of my life, even if this wasn't the career I wanted in the beginning, this is my life and let me say I fucking love it. It brings me joy, happiness, excitement. It's a challenge everyday and each challenge is harder than the next.

And to think, all of this started with my dad training me how to fight and protect myself in his basement. And look at me now, I'm the first ever UFC and MMA women's champion to hold not only two championships but also a male championship. I even beat Ronda Rousey's winning streak, which..she didn't like so much. But hey, if she has a problem, she could just fight me and get her ass handed to her. Again.

After taking in the chants and cheers, I finally left the arena. The sound of people yelling and cheering became muffled as I walked further out and to my own locker room. The cold air hitting me in the face as soon as I stepped in the hallway to my room, its less crowded than usual. Usually the place would be filled with staff just running around. If I wasn't in such a hurry to get to my room, I would probably go investigate, not.

Once opening and closing the door, I threw the championships on my couch near by and just slid on the floor face first,  groaning at the sharp pain coming from my ribs. That guy really fucked me up badly.

My eyes felt heavy, I couldn't fight it any longer so I let them shut. I just need to rest a bit before getting up to shower. I just wanted peace. But the sound of knocking interrupted that.

"Hey, vonna ? Yovanna? Nana? ANNA!? I know you in there bitch, open the damn door you cadela." The high pitched voice yelled at me through the door as the sound of the door knob rattling followed. That annoying high pitch voice that definitely sound like it belonged in Disney was my childhood best friend Eva. We met in Rio, Brazil when I first came with my father and twin sis. Eva was the only welcoming one there, the rest of the Brazilians was so rude, not because I was mixed...well..maybe, but it's because I was American. And Brazil was never the one to take kind on foreigners but not Eva, she clunged onto me since day one. She helped me learn Portuguese and the Brazilian culture. Ever since then we were like sisters, I forced her to move to America with me so I could start a career. My father made me join UFC while Eva started her own dancing company which fucking gain millions if I might add.

The sound of her yelling and banging on the door like a mad woman broke me out my thoughts and forced me to get up. My legs felt like jello, just being up caused my body to react poorly. I felt so much pain, my arms and legs wanted to give out but I pushed through it like I always do. Opening the door, I was greeted with a tackle combine with a hug and before I knew it, I was back on the floor. My poor ribs man..

"Oh my gawdd! You took forever to answer, I was this close of being dragged out by security but they know I would just slip out and run back to your room. Anyways, congrats on retaining your championship girl! You almost broke that guy's jaw.." She added which made me frown a bit. I'm glad I was able to beat one of the toughest guy in this joint but I didn't want to hurt him too bad. Hurting people so much to where they gotta go to the hospital was never my intention in this. But it always ended happening, I can never control my strength and I always end up badly hurting people, I went so far to end a girl's career last year...which earned me the nickname "The Serial Killer" or "The Goddess of distruction." My personal favorites was; "The sociopath of the century" and "The Devil's Daughter."

It was cool and all but me being the  person I am, I always end up feeling guilty as hell. It was like I was playing god with people's lives and I fucking hated it.

Eva must've noticed my frown because she just simply squished my cheeks and pecked my bruised lips, which stunged like hell if I might add, before pulling me up from the floor. "Don't worry about it vonnie..I'm sure he's fine. Probably embarrassed that he got his ass kicked by a 5'7 girl...but fine." I just sighed deeply which was my only response.

"Don't worry about him, what you should worry about is showering because you smell like a football team. To think...a beautiful girl like you smell so damn bad." She pinched her nose with a disgusted look behind it, I  didn't even bothering commenting, I just simply rolled my eyes at her harsh insult as I made my way to the shower. I don't think I smelled that bad but damn...she went a lil overboard with all of that.

30 minutes later

I finally stepped out the shower, I'm pretty sure I used up all the hot water by now but at least I'm clean and smell....fresh...? I was clean, super clean, let's just leave it at that.

Putting on my leggings and a hoodie, I walk out the bathroom only to spot Eva on my phone. "Hey did someone call or something?" I asked, peering over her shoulder which was a wrong move. She jumped violenty, hitting me in the face with own my phone. And yet she didn't even apologize...She just glared at me before answering my question.

Bitch...

"Yeah, it was some old dude named Vince mac-whatever. I told him you was in the shower so he told me to deliver a message...he wants you to join this place called WWE."

She said with a shrug of her shoulders, meanwhile I stood there completely dumbfounded. WWE?! Really?! The fucking place that caused my aunt's fucking career to downfall. She was so heartbroken once she was fired, no...she was heartbroken when she found out she was cheated on. She was actually pissed once she was fired or at least that's what I thought, even though she pretended to be fine..I knew she wasn't. She did things she never would of done and then..she overdosed. Her death hit everyone hard, it pushed my mom so far to commit suicide without no one to save her.

They want me to join? How could they want me? I mean I'm happy where I'm at. The pays good, the company let's me do whatever I want, fight who I want. Why would I leave?

Why would they even think I'll join their stupid company anyway.  From what I heard, WWE was corrupted, toxic, and not to mention sexist as fuck. I see those divas they got there, plus almost everything in there was scripted meanwhile here, when I kick ass and win it's real. When I knock someone's tooth down their throat or break their nose till they are bleeding during our match..it's real. I want to say no but shit...being in WWE is a really great opportunity and is the only thing I have to remind me of my aunt.

Mix emotions began to clogged my head, part of me wants to tell Vince to fuck off but the other part wants to give in and say yes. What would my fans think? What would my coworkers think? I've been working in UFC for five years, I can't just abandon them to wrestle.. I would seem like a traitor or a sell out. This could ruin everything I worked so hard for. What about my titles? My championship run, how can I end that without ruining my winning streak?

I was so busy being in my head that I didn't even notice Eva getting up and approaching me only to slap me right in the face which was her attempt to bring me back to reality.

She just loves hurting me.

"Earth to vonnie. I would appreciate if you get out of your head and off your fat ass so we can go. I'm starving!" She grabbed ahold of my hand and just dragged me out the building. I followed behind with my bags in my hand but my thoughts still drowning my mind as I just continue thinking over everything. This is a awesome opportunity but this company was known to be toxic, let alone racist too.  If I do join, I'm definitely going to make some changes in my contract with that company. Jesus..I might regret this but...I think I'm going to join WWE.

Notes;

Soooo, Hope you guys enjoy the first chapter but I want to clarify that the timeline is wrong on purpose. This story takes place in 2013-2014 when the shield dominated the wwe and when CM Punk, John Cena, and Daniel Bryan was against the authority. Ik Chyna died in 2016, just pretend she died in early 2013 for the sake of the story. Thanks! ❤

[stargazer-sims]

A Surprise Arrival

Eden is having a terrible day. He's got a lot on his mind, and his focus isn't entirely on what he's doing right now. Today, Charlie is spending the day with Sugar Valentine's stylists, and it's essentially a tryout for the position he's been unofficially offered. If he does well, he'll be offered the position officially and he’ll be travellliing with the band on tour.

Eden is beyond happy that his twin has gotten this opportunity. Everything Charlie has done since graduating from high school has been leading up to this. Going to college for his diploma in aesthetics, working at a salon back home, building up his portfolio and studying Japanese have all been for this moment.

The problem is, Eden can't stop thinking about everything that could potentially go wrong for Charlie today. He’s desperate for his brother to do well, and wants everything to be perfect. Of course, Charlie’s success means that he will get the job and that Eden will be left all alone in Mt. Komorebi, and that’s worrying him too. He has no friends here yet, and his only acquaintances are their landlord, his coach, and the staff at the rink.

To make things even more difficult, his Japanese isn't nearly as good as Charlie's. Unlike his brother, Eden didn't spend his spare time in Japanese classes, dedicating himself to learning the language in preparation for this adventure. When he wasn’t training, he was busy with his job at a high-end menswear shop. Now, without being fluent and without Charlie being around, he's afraid he'll struggle even more.

It all feels like too much, and it’s weighing on him.

He's brought back to reality when he hears his coach, Mr. Nishijima, shouting at him for about the fifteenth time in as many minutes.

Ichiro: No, no.... that's the sloppiest upright spin I've ever seen! Start again!

Eden wants to cry. He hates that Mr. Nishijima just stands on the stairs and yells instructions at him. He almost never puts his own skates on and joins Eden on the ice. He never corrects him properly or teaches him anything. If Nikolai were here...

But, he can't think about that. Nikolai isn't here. It's Eden's own fault that he's in this situation right now, and there's no one else to blame, not even the overbearing Ichiro Nishijima.

______

MEANWHILE...

A very tired traveller has arrived in Mt. Komorebi.

Nikolai: *to himself* I can't believe I finally made it. I feel like I've been on planes for days, and then there was the madness with so few English signs at the airport, and then trying to rent a car and having to find my way around town by myself. And that guest house in the absolute middle of nowhere...! I'd much rather stay in town with Eden and Charlie, but there'll be time to sort all of that out later. Now, this has to be the place. This town can't possibly be large enough for more than one sports facility this size.

Nikolai: *to himself* What's that music? Light opera? My boy can't possibly be skating to that. I wonder if Charlie told me the wrong ice time.

Nikolai: *to himself* Ahh... there you are, my sunshine. Not very sunny today though, it seems. And who's that man over there? Must be the notorious Mr. Nishijima, but why isn't he on the ice as well?

Nikolai squints to focus on the older man standing behind the glass on the other side of the ice surface. He guesses the other coach is in his mid-fifties, and he looks fit and healthy, so it's a mystery as to why the man is on the sidelines. Nishijima's gaze is fixed on Eden, and he does not look happy at all. In fact, to Nikolai, he seems frustrated and angry for some reason.

And then it happens.

Nishijima opens his mouth and yells. At Eden.

Eden stumbles out of his upright spin and goes sprawling on the ice. He's up again in a split second, apparently unhurt, much to Nikolai’s relief. Nishijima doesn't seem particularly concerned, however. If anything, Eden's unfortunate tumble only causes him to increase the intensity of his tirade. He hollers at the top of his voice for Eden to pay attention.

Nikolai has been here for less than five minutes, and he’s already seen enough. It's all he can do to contain his outrage and to prevent himself from charging across the ice to physically shake the older man perched st the top of the stairs.

He can’t imagine any circumstance in which he’d find it necessary to yell at Eden — or any of his young skaters for that matter — in such an agressive way. He’s certainly had to raise his voice to be heard plenty of times, but never in anger, never to belittle or demean a child he’s teaching. Everyone has their own teaching style, naturally. He’d be narrow-minded not to acknowledge that, but regardless, he has to say he finds Nishijima’s manner to overstep anything that might be considered a style of instruction.

Nishijima is scary. Nikolai has concluded quite quickly that there’s no other word for it. He hopes that no one younger than Eden is under this man’s supervision. It’s bad enough that he’s treating a young adult this way. To a child, Nikolai is sure it’d be a waking nightmare.

For his part, Eden is ignoring his coach now. Even without being able to see Eden’s face, Nikolai can tell he is crying, and he knows from experience that if his wonderfully brave and resilient Eden is crying, he’s well and truly hit his limit.

Nikolai feels as if someone has stabbed him through the heart. He'd known Eden was having a difficult time; Eden himself had intimated as much, and Charlie had mentioned it too, but Nikolai hadn't realized this is what’s been happening.

He wonders if it’s a daily occurrence, the shouting. With a mental cloud of dread gathering, he assumes that it probably is, and he berates himself for not agreeing straight away when Eden first asked him about coming to Japan. Eden’s current suffering is his fault. It could have been avoided if only he’d arranged to come sooner.

Eden turns around, and now Nikolai can see the tears on his pale cheeks. He skates right past Nikolai without even noticing him. Nikolai says his name, but Eden doesn't appear to hear.

Eden is heading for the carpeted runner that leads to the locker rooms before Nikolai regains enough of his own wits to turn and follow him.

[jhtechgeek2011]

Ignored boundaries, noisy, rude people, and stupid work crap

I am so tired of having people ignore my boundaries, like my one friend who cannot shut up about her stupid fwb no matter how many times I tell her she's wrong and can't talk about that right now. Last night it was an entire 8-hour work shift of the same thing about her fwb no matter how many times I said no. She just cannot see how she is impacting me, all she sees is her feelings and how they are moving her and how she needs to share about it. She thinks friendship just means I have to listen and she gets to talk all the time even if I can't hear. She literally doesn't grasp the concept that I get to have a boundary and she doesn't get to cross it because she really super needs to talk about her fwb and his socials and whatever.

Another person who crosses my boundaries a lot is another one of my friends and her thing is that when she is really upset she feels like I should answer immediately even if I cannot due to work or I am walking with my crutch or whatever. Don't blow my phone up 5 times in a row! If I didn't answer after 2 times in a row it means I can't answer at all. I hate it, and it's a boundary I have set and I am fed up with it being crossed. I get very tired of people thinking I don't get to have boundaries and limits because they need whatever it is they need at the time.

Next, I want to talk about some rude people that I am fed up with dealing with. I had a customer at work who kept coming to the desk because everything was not right for them. They were mad because they didn't have internet (all our systems were down) they were mad because they didn't have tv (systems down), they didn't get housekeeping that day (their do not disturb sign was on the door), and all the prices were way too high. They were mad because they had to pay cash at the bar (no credit card machines due to the system issues)and all these other things we had no control over.

I also have dealt with these rude neighbors who like to be right under my windows and be as loud as possible when it's a time we'd be trying to sleep, like late at night and early in the morning. This has been an ongoing issue and I am so fed up with it. I went off on them today yelling for them to shut up and get away from my windows nobody wants to hear their bigass mouths in their house while they're trying to sleep. I literally lost my crap on them so hard this morning because of how much they are doing that rude crap.

Work is stupid right now because I have been told I am supposed to change off of 2nd shift since August and it's October and I am STILL on 2nd shift for the entire week from 10/1/23 to 10/8/2023 or something like that. As well as all week last week up to 9/30/23. I am fed up to death with working on 2nd shift and I want to be done. They need to hire people and they are taking forever with it and they stupidly hired more 1st shift people instead of 2nd shift. And they literally hired someone who can't do the actual 1st shift of our hotel which is 7am to 3pm and not 8am to 4pm.

The hotel keeps having so many people quit or that they end up needing to fire, it's ridiculous. can't you hire people who actually want to work and will stay instead of these temp workers who quit at the drop of a dime? They need to get it together so we can have a stable staff and enough people that we can be able to get things done without our staff being overworked and shorthanded. I am so just tired fo dealing with short staff, enough is enough!

[mii3969]

i just wanna go

A month ago, i got send to the psych wards for OD It wasn't that bad honestly. When i attempted i felt so free,like i could finally rest,but the pills i took tasted so bad that i couldn't take more then 17. I then tried to sleep but since i have insomnia i couldn't. It begun to hurt so i was like ''fuck,i didn't even take a lot of pills so i probably won't even die''.

I then felt like it wasn't worth the pain since i won't even die so i woke up my dad,he took an hour to properly wake up,called the anti poisoning centrum;said i just had to take something for the stomach and then called the hospital: said i should comeso i did, and by 3am we were at the hospital. The doctor at the emergency was very sassy and cocky. I didn't like her. By 6am i got a room by the kids section and stayed their for 2 days. In those 4 days lots of doctors and my now psychiatrist came in, and i even got a friend and decided to room with her;she was their for blood poisoning. After those 4 days i got placed in the psych ward,I was in isolation for a week. No phone,no outside contact with the other kids. Ï was pretty mad about that. After that week i coud get my phone for 1hour after every meal, and could go join the other kids which i didn't bc i have pretty bad social anxiety. I did go to one activity it was estetique. I felt like the doctors and nurses treated me like a joke, i also had 2 roomates: the first one didn't really talk to me and would avoid me the staff really liked talking to her tho, but not me. She decided to change rooms to be with her friend and i got a new roomate the day after. She was very nice i really loved her,she stayed with me and since she was also in isolment we stayed close since i didn't left my room. She was allowed her phone tho.

Anyway, i got out the hospital and then boom school. I got lucky and the teacher said i could just come and stay at the self studie room the whole day and that's what i did and do. Honestly, the kids haunts my dreams i get ducking nightmares of the kids in my class. The teachers probably all see me like a fucking joke even tho they don't know why i was hospitalized except 2. At brrreak the kids from my class come to me say "hey (my name)" and then laugh soloudly. They know i was hospitalized but don't know why,yet im still their joke. I hate them so much. I hate school, I hate home,I hate the hospital. Everyone think i'm a joke. I'm so tired. The doctors see me as a joke. I hate myself so much they hospitalized me for dumb stuff , i took on weight too and they don't even know i am bullimic. i have school tomorrow and its 1.40 am and i can't sleep and i just really wanna overdose.

anyway yeah

[crucifixes-and-chrysanthemums]

Dream journal, 11/27/23. 99% waxing gibbous -> full moon.

I was test riding my motorcycle to see if I'd finally fixed it. I hadn't but it kept pulling right. I almost hit some UPS guy crossing the road but didn't at the top of the east lake road intersection going out of town, but it was massive compared to reality. I mean maybe a two hundred foot drop with a super steep grade. I ran off the road but kept the bike upright. I decided it would be easier to just hold the bike and slide downhill since the bike was super tiny. I reached the bottom of the slope and some old lady said she hoped my day turned around. I picked the bike up (now it was the size of a rifle) and looked at the tires and they both had chunks taken out of them, and I realized that's why it was pulling right. I said I'd ride to CR's house and he would have extra parts.

Dreamt I had two bushes in my room. They woke me up in the middle of the night because they were rattling. It turns out they had butterflies pupating in them and they hatched. There were many more butterflies though and so I had to cut away at the plants and get rid of them because they were taking over my room. The pods would fall in line from the trees and would stick to the ground so I has to cut them on both ends to lift the potted trees out.

MG and I were riding around on horses through the countryside. It was World War II but in the modern day. We came across a group of German civilians who were playing some game on horseback where they hit each other with sticks. The point was to swing it like a bat or a sword with your hand at one end. I decided to half staff it so I could swing more accurately or something. MG said good idea and I was hitting the German civilians pretty well until they got mad. MG said I was hitting them too hard (meaning I was too good at the game) and I said they're Germans that guy's brother shot my friend Private Williams yesterday I don't care if I'm kicking their asses. One of them grabbed us and told us to stop. He said something really offensive to MG and I told him not to do that and then my friend stabbed him. He was a great big fat man and had MG over his shoulder. Then we were in front of the whole town of villagers and I was shouting to them that for their own safety they need to leave the village immediately. I can't remember why.

Dreamt I bought a shed at TFP. It was decent size and on wheels. When I tried to move, one wall fell down. I tried to put it on the truck but it was too big. When I tried to return it, they were closed already.

[fueledbyapplepi]

Hii I was wondering if I could rq Mikey, Baji and Mitsuya with a gn! s/o who is the sole provider in their household? and the guys only find out because they saw their s/o while they were at work? but they didn't know they even had a job bc they kept it a secret? it's perfectly okay if you aren't up for this rq! I hope you have a good day/night!!

Given it All | Mikey, Baji, and Mitsuya

- The boys with an s/o who's a breadwinner of the family.

warnings: mentions of family problems

genre: fluff, angst

A/N: Writing this made me kind of emotional because I have friends who are the main providers for their family and I see them work very hard. This one's for all the independent and hardworking people out there <3

Mikey (Sano Manjiro)

Another day. Another one.

Mikey loves feeling your hands. They're soft and smooth against his calloused fingers. He'll feel the palms in your hands every moment he gets. He always felt like a baby being caressed by your soft hands.

But there seems to be a detail in your hands that he can't miss. Every time you two see each other, Mikey would notice the burns and red marks on your hands.

"Y/N, what happened to this?" he asked.

"Oh, it just got itchy again. You know, the usual," you replied, trying to brush off the topic.

It has always been like that. Each time that Mikey points it out, you always try to avoid the topic or reason out that it's just a scratch. And it's not like he's saying that you're a liar, he just knows that there's more to that than just a mere scratch.

Which is true.

You didn't really want to lie to your boyfriend. It's just that, it's something that it's hard for you to open up and talk about.

At a young age, you were forced to live by yourself. Your mother died at a young age, while your father was a drunkard - eventually getting out of the picture.

In order to provide for yourself, pay for rent and other fees necessary to make a living, you worked hard. Currently, you're working full-time at a family restaurant where you're assigned at cooking. Although this was a daily task for you, you never fail to get yourself burned from the boiling oil.

It wasn't an easy life especially living alone. But at least, you have your boyfriend by your side to get by.

Now that you're shift has finished, you were tasked to throw out the trash at the back before you leave.

As you were about to walk away from that alleyway, you heard a familiar voice.

"Y/N?"

Looking at the source, it was your beloved boyfriend with a questioning look on his face.

"Mikey? What are you doing here?" you asked, anxious about how you'll explain this to your boyfriend.

"I just finished beating up some guy," Mikey said as he pointed out to a dude who passed out on the further part of the alley. "How about you?", he continued as he looked at your uniform and an obvious face that's waiting for an answer.

You knew this day would come. You just didn't expect that it would be today.

Sighing, and taking deep breaths, you explained to Mikey your story and why you work here.

"Y/N, why didn't you tell me?" Mikey asked as he caressed your cheek.

"It's hard for me to talk about it. I'm sorry for not telling you," you said as you looked down.

"Hey, it's okay," Mikey said. "I have a better idea,"

"What?" you asked

"Why don't you just sell Dorayaki and I'll buy all of them every day. Then you'll be rich," Mikey said jokingly.

You looked at him with a deadpan expression.

"But seriously, live with us!" Mikey said with such a happy look on his face.

"Eh?" you asked confused.

"Live with me, Emma, and gramps! I'm sure they'll be happy to take you in, you're my s/o after all," Mikey said, "Plus, you wouldn't have to work this hard if you don't have to pay for rent," he continued.

Your heart felt like it's floating in the air. How can you have such an adorable and loving boyfriend?

"I love you, you know that?" you said.

"Thank you so much, Mikey,"

"It's nothing," your boyfriend said as he kissed your hands. "You're like family to them after all,"

Maybe, the true family you've been looking for was always been by your side.

Keisuke Baji

You sleep early but the bags under your eyes were noticeable for your boyfriend.

Baji always thought that it was weird that the eyebags under your eyes were evident. Not like it's a bad thing though. You're still beautiful as ever in his eyes.

It's just that you always tell him that you sleep at 8 in the evening. Yet here you are, looking like you pull an all-nighter every day.

Maybe it takes you hours before you actually go to sleep? That's possible. But what if you just don't want to spend the rest of the night with him? Is it possible that you're getting tired of him?

It's only been months since you've started dating, but Baji couldn't blame you if you get tired of him.

But it's not like you don't want to hang out with your boyfriend. Hell, who doesn't want to hang out with theirs and experience late-night dates and night rides right? Especially if it's with Baji.

It's just that, you don't have the luxury of spending the night with your boyfriend. Being the eldest of a family of four, you have to work and provide for the needs of your mother and your two younger siblings.

To help your family, you work two part-time jobs every night. One is being an employee at your local convenience store and the other is being a kitchen staff at a local pub. Two jobs might be heavy, and tiring for you, but it's what helps you and your family to get by.

Your boyfriend knew nothing of this. You know that Baji's a great guy, but you're afraid of embarrassing the 1st Division Captain of Toman, so you just try to hide it and make lame excuses.

Tonight's the usual night. Same excuse. Same job.

Currently, you're responsible for the counter at the store. It's past midnight, and you wish you can catch up to some sleep. But you know you can't since you'll be unable to get your minimum wage.

As you're looking at the countertop, someone suddenly handed Peyoung yakisoba.

"Baji's favorite" you smiled as you thought to yourself. Oh, how you miss your boyfriend.

"And that'll be 145 yen," you said as you look up at the customer.

Well, that was unexpected.

"Baji?" you said, seeing your boyfriend's face.

"Y/N? You work here," Baji said, with a confused look on his face.

"Sadly, yes," you said.

"Well, care to share this with me?" Baji said as he pointed out the Yakisoba.

"I have a 15-minute break. Sure," you agreed. Thinking now's the time to explain.

As you and Baji met at the small parking lot, you immediately explained.

"Look, Baji. I'm sorry for hiding this. I want you to know that I'm the breadwinner of the family that's why I can't hang out at night with you. I didn't tell you because I don't want to embarrass you," you rambled as you look anywhere but Baji.

"Embarrass me?" Baji said, walking closer to you.

"Y/N, I'll never be embarrassed at you. I'm proud of you, okay?" your boyfriend said, reassuring you. "I just wished you trusted me more,"

"I'm sorry, Baji," you whispered as you hug him. "I love you."

"Text me okay? I'll pick you up so that you won't have to walk," Baji said as he smiled at you.

"Thank you," you said, with tears threatening to fall.

"You're welcome," Baji said as he kissed your forehead, "Now, let's eat okay?" your boyfriend said, excitement laced in his voice as he opened the Peyoung yakisoba.

Mitsuya Takashi

You're a busy bee. That's for sure.

Whenever Mitsuya invites you on dates on the weekends, you weren't available because you're busy.

When he invites you to have dates after school, you always have to decline because again, you're busy.

He understands it though. Mitsuya knows that you have to study hard for your siblings and that you have to take care of them as well. As someone who always looks out for his younger sisters, Mitsuya knew that it can be hectic sometimes.

What he doesn't understand though is the fact that it's evident that you're trying to hide something from him. He's not that oblivious when it comes to you. Especially after dating you for months.

You're bothered with it too. As much as you love your boyfriend, you're embarrassed about the job you have. But it's not like you have any choice. The job pays well and is enough to make a living for you and your two younger brothers.

After school and on the weekends, it is true that you're busy. Busy with the maid and butler café that you work on.

It's embarrassing enough to be dressed like this. But being seen by the love of your life? That's a different level of shame.

Now that you finished with your shift, you felt the exhaustion on your body. Standing and serving customers isn't a joke anyway. You didn't even bother to change out of your uniform. You just wore a hoodie over it, not caring about the frills of the clothes peaking underneath.

As you were walking home, you heard the familiar sound of an engine. Turning around, you saw a familiar face.

"Ehhh? Y/N?" Mitsuya said, stopping his motor beside you.

"What are you doing?" he continued, eyeing your clothes and looking at you as if he's waiting for an explanation.

"Mitsuya, I can explain," you said as your face reddened from embarrassment.

"Hmmm, I'm listening," your boyfriend said with an unreadable expression.

"Well, uhm, you see, I work at this café that requires us to dress like this," you said as you pointed out to your clothes, "But I don't do anything bad though! It's just we dress like this," you further explained, waving your hands.

"You look cute," Mitsuya smiled "I kind of hoped you just told me sooner. I would've made you some clothes,"

"Huh? You're not mad?" you said, surprised.

"How could I be? My s/o's working hard. Plus, I get to see you in cute clothes. What's there to be mad of?" Mitsuya said as he smiled at you.

"Baby, I love you," you said as you looked at your boyfriend with adoration.

"I love you too. But take me there someday okay?" Mitsuya replied grinning.

You just nodded and blushed at the idea.

[smallsies]

okay i was actually thinking about this the other day; t4t bellarthur is a universal brainrot i guess. sorry to hijack your post red /lh but;

i think. arthur with his complicated feelings about relationships and transness and having a child in the midst of all that. probably felt like he ruined everything after he got pregnant. bella's dad already didn't like him for "ruining his daughter"; supportive of both their identities, at least, but daniel still thought that arthur was just trouble.

and he was right, maybe! arthur didn't mean for him to be but once he realized he was pregnant i think he took off. he didn't have a lot of friends in arkham—but he had james. (remember the argument in the bar in part 31?) james tells arthur he's making a mistake. bella is the only person that will ever love him, they have a child now, he just can't walk away from all of that. still; he lets arthur stay with him even if he really shouldn't, doesn't say a word to bella rven if he really should.

james is the one to take arthur to the hospital. he talked with the staff— don't let anyone else in. we were never here. this baby doesn't have any other family. the first moment alone after the doctors are gone and faroe is there, arthur reverts to the one thing he does best: running away. he was supposed to be resting and spending time with his child for her first few moments in the world but instead he's sneaking out of the ward when james' back is turned, breaking down in an alley before he ends up on daniel's doorstep.

it's been the better part of two months since arthur went into hiding. daniel tells him that bella is dead. he won't tell arthur why, not until he presses, but the answer sends him into another breakdown. it's his fault; he could've fixed this. he could've—should've—saved her. but he was a coward and now he's a single parent who never wanted a child but daniel hugs him until he's better then then they go back to the hospital. he can't abandon faroe; not like his parents did to him. not like he did to bella.

and faroe is perfect even though arthur is thousands of miles from it. james is still there, and arthur cries when he sees him, too, and he's being hugged for the second time in as many hours even though james is mad at him, a fire that won't go out for a very long time. daniel offers to take faroe; arthur refuses. it feels like giving up. he wants to give faroe the life he never had, lets himself feel the love for her he was too scared to acknowledge.

it's hard, without bella. arthur already has enough too-difficult feelings about himself and his body, and a child relying on that only makes it all the worse, for a time. still—he starts playing piano again after faroe's first birthday, and they visit daniel less often than they should and he and james don't talk anymore but he has faroe so it doesn't matter as much as it might've at one time.

bella died in almost the same way his parents did. jumping off a building in downtown arkham, thinking arthur was a coward, that he was never coming back and she would never get to see their daughter. that arthur would abandon faroe, abandon both of them, because he couldn't handle the results of his actions. the funeral had come and gone before arthur knew anything had happened and he never quite shakes that guilt, the one that keeps him up at night and keeps him ducking into faroe's room every hour to see if she's still breathing.

he takes faroe to visit bella's grave, sometimes. they bring flowers and sit on the grass and arthur tells his daughter stories about the mother she never knew. it's not enough and arthur never wanted this but he's tired of running from his own mistakes. and faroe isn't a mistake, she's his pride and joy and one of the only things he cares about still left in the world and he can't help but think what might've been different if he had realized that sooner.

i’m a trans guy and i love the concept of t4t arthur and bella but my brain keeps getting stuck on “well how did bella die then, clearly it couldn’t have been in childbirth” which then leads to me thinking “well if arthur carried faroe and gave birth to her how did he abandon her for an hour after her birth” and i land on the conclusion that makes me laugh a lot: arthur gave birth to faroe and then just fucking walked out of the hospital. he decided he’s had enough of this parenting thing. then he changes his mind and just comes back later like “actually nvm i’ll take the baby” and the hospital just let him

yeah no this is canon now actually it's too funny not to be just imagine

arthur, visibly teary-eyed and drunk: hey guys can i have my baby back

doctor: sure ig

though, anon, how do you think bella died then?

[sheetsonfire]

Valentine

Summary: You're a chef and Will drops in at the end of your shift on Valentine's Day.

Fandom: Chicago Med

Pairing: Will Halstead x Reader

Genre: Romance/Fluff

Warnings: N/A

Word Count: 1303

Author's Note: Just a belated Valentine's drabble! Happy Reading!

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"Chef, there's someone here to see you."

You glance at the clock, it reads 23:47, service has long since finished. And most of the patrons had left as well. Who would want to speak to you at this time of night?

You braced yourself for an obnoxiously drunk Valentine's couple to either be really happy or really mad at their dining experience, you never knew which one you would get. Even when your food, you thought, was pretty on point.

Setting down the labels you had been filling out you smooth down your chef whites and make your way to The Pass. The part of the kitchen where customers could see the chefs work.

Even as you're approaching you can feel the bright smile begin on your face, body warming, your chest aflutter. You knew those fiery red curls atop that tall frame anywhere.

"Will?" He turns to you at the sound of your voice, you glance at his hands. Making you smile even more as you sidestep around the bar and through the walkway to get to him.

He greets you with his own bright smile, tired eyes full of joy to see you.

"Hey, baby." You lean up to give him a soft kiss, getting a waft of aftershave and shower gel. He had clearly showered after his shift before coming to you, the smell of disinfectant and latex nowhere to be found on him.

He was in a red button-down and jeans, the red only serving to bring out the copper in his hair even more. His beard had been trimmed down and his hair styled. He looked utterly handsome.

You pull a face, keenly aware that you didn't match his fresh smell, nor his put-together look with your grubby whites and now messy bun. You kept one hand on his face, gently stroking his cheek. "I'm sorry, I smell like cooked food and grease."

He chuckles. "Honey, you know I've come home smelling far worse. It's absolutely fine."

He leans down for another kiss, you sigh happily.

"These are for you." Will hands you the roses he had been holding, and you cup his cheek, kissing him again.

"You're a sweet one hm?" Smiling at him with adoration.

"I try, I try." He winks, letting out a small laugh.

You touch Will's arm affectionately, "Just give me 15 minutes, and I'll be all yours. Jake will get you a drink, won't you Jakey?"

Jake, the bartender at your restaurant, was finishing his closing checks for the day but had kept a few bottles out for staff and himself. He smiles obligingly from across the bar, scooping up some ice for Will, starting to pour.

"No problem, Chef. Pull up a seat Doc, you can tell me some wild stories whilst your Valentine finishes up."

Will nods, still smiling at you with a twinkle in his eyes, he loved coming to meet you after work. You both worked long hours, but knowing you had the following day off together was always something to look forward to.

"Sure, man. I think I have some stories for you."

"Nice!"

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It takes you 10 more minutes to get the kitchen signed off for the day, finally able to change back into normal human clothes that didn't smell like grease and garlic.

You scoop up the to-go bags you had put some leftovers into and make your way back out to the front. Finding Will in the middle of a particularly gross story that had Jake covering his mouth in shock and horror, incredulous laughter.

"Okay, I think that's enough gory storytelling for tonight." You tease, placing a gentle hand on Will's back.

He finishes up his drink and thanks Jake for the company, spinning off his stool.

He takes the bags from you, letting you hold your flowers which you get to inhale and appreciate more fully now. Meanwhile, Will is sneaking a whiff of the delicious treats you had sequestered.

Bidding Jake goodnight as you make your way to Will's car.

Opening the car you put your food, flowers, and things on the backseat, as you close the door you place a hand on Will's elbow,

"Babe, let me drive, you've been awake since yesterday."

"I'm alright, I just want you to sit and relax."

"Yeah, and that's what I want you to do. So go be a passenger please."

He holds his hands up in surrender, appreciative of the offer. "Yes, Chef" He winks, a cheeky expression plastered across his face. Though indeed very handsome, Will did look tired.

Before you leave the parking lot you pull something out from your shirt, having stashed it in your bra. Will raises his eyebrows, waggling them suggestively. You snort, rolling your eyes amusedly.

“Keep it in your pants, Halstead. For now, at least…” He sits patiently, waiting to see what the bra envelope contained. You hand it to him, he smiles seeing his nickname in pretty cursive on the front.

“To, Big Red”

Carefully prying the seal open, he first finds a piece of parchment that reads,

“Let’s enjoy the music, my love. Our own symphony together is always being written. Happy Valentine’s. I love you, Will.”

You sit watching his cheeks turn a little pink, “Cheesy, I know.”

He chastises you, waving you away. “Don’t knock it, it’s sweet.”

Moving to the next envelope within the first, he opens that seal too. His eyes light up once he realises what you got him for Valentine’s.

“No way.”

“Yes, way.”

“Babe, you didn’t have to do this.”

“I did, and I wanted to and we’re gonna have a great time.”

It was two tickets to see Ray LaMontagne for his next show in Chicago.

He leans forward to bring you in for a kiss, “Thank you, Y/N. I love it, I love you.”

“I love you too.”

You drive into the city, reaching out a hand to stroke his neck, just glancing at him in the glow of the streetlights. You felt so lucky to have him, for him to be your Valentine.

His mouth upturns in a smile, eyes on the city passing by but keenly aware of your gaze.

"Am I distracting you?" He muses.

"A little, you're very pretty. I can't wait to eat, shower, sleep, and then wake up to have some fun in bed tomorrow morning."

"Oh, is that so? I think I can roll with that plan."

"You better, Mister. I've been thinking about this all day."

"Well then I can't let my best gal down then, can I?"

"When have you ever?" You sigh, lovingly stroking his shoulder before placing your hand back on the wheel.

There's a beat, and then Will lets out a small laugh, "You think I'm pretty?"

It makes you laugh too, it had obviously just occurred to him what you said.

"Very pretty. Beautiful hair, kissable lips, those sweet eyes, just pretty."

"You flatter."

"I try."

Both of you giggling for the rest of the drive, exchanging disgustingly cute compliments as people are wont to do on Valentine's, though this was the norm for you and Will. Much to the amusement of your friends who would often point out how sharply opposite your chef persona could be.

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It’s an hour later when you’re snuggled up in bed, hunger satiated and your body smelling like figs and vanilla. Your head is on Will’s chest and your fingers are caressing across the fine hairs you find there, occasionally toying with his necklace. You love the warmth he exudes, snuggling closer as you lay half on him. He chuckles quietly at you trying to get all of him in your embrace, wrapping his arm around you a little more, kissing the top of your head as he lets his eyes drift shut.

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Fin.