#I’m going to lose my mind when I get them

[adieutristana]

Hey :3

could you please write arcane women with a chronically ill user? Especially a FAINTING CONDITION, I have one and I would love to see how would they react and take care!!

of course! thank you for the request <3

disclaimer that i do not have any experience with this kind of condition. i did some research and did my best to portray them accurately, but as always, i’m open to feedback.

summary; headcanons of arcane women and fem!reader with a fainting condition.

characters included; jinx, vi, mel, sevika, caitlyn

tags/warnings; hurt/comfort, fluff, chronically ill!reader, mentions of fainting (duh), medical talk

men dni.

jinx;

✧.* the first time it happened, jinx was in absolute shock. one second you were upright, talking to her about your latest endeavors. the next second, you looked a bit out if it, like your vision was starting to blur and you were becoming disconnected from reality. the next second, your body was going limp, and jinx was scrambling to catch you.

✧.* it'd be an understatement to say that she was panicking. she's shaking you, yelling at you, trying to manipulate you into a sitting position so she can try and figure out what's wrong. she got so desperate that she ended up pouring some cold water over your face, and that was what brought you back to consciousness.

✧.* she's bombarding you with questions as soon as she sees your eyes begin to blink open.

✧.* "what happened, toots?!" she'd ask, or, "you went all... blank, then nothing. what's that about?"

✧.* she can come off as a bit blunt with her questions, but she doesn't mean anything by it. jinx is just a girl with little to no filter- she genuinely is concerned.

✧.* you take a few moments to come back to your senses, all the while jinx is sat next to you with a hand gripping your knee, tight. it's both for you and herself, for jinx to reassure herself that you're here, you're alive, and you're (hopefully) okay.

✧.* once you're in a sound state, you explain to jinx that you have a fainting condition. you'd meant to tell her earlier, but it kept slipping your mind, until you'd actually fainted. you reassure her that it's nothing life-threatening, nothing that'll put you in danger (in most situations).

✧.* jinx still worries, of course she does. she worries about you when you're just going to the convenience store to grab water bottles, so her anxiety when you tell her about your condition is off the charts. regardless, she tries to hone it in and trust your word. you've lived with it for years, and you know your own health better than she does.

✧.* after the first conversation, jinx doesn't bring it up often. of course she'll talk about your condition if you're the one to mention it, but she doesn't want you to feel like she's treating you any differently.

✧.* tries to distract you with colorful smoke bombs, affection, and jokes after you regain consciousness most of the time. peppering your face in purposely wet and rushed kisses in an attempt to see you smile. she knows it'll take you some time to come to, but she wants you to be in good spirits when you do! jinx hates a lot of things, but none quite as much as seeing you unhappy or in distress.

✧.* but she keeps both her hideout and her bags stashed with things that'll help in case of another fainting spell. if there's one thing that jinx is, it's observant. she knows every one of your habits, your little quirks. she could write a damn novel full of things about you that you haven't even noticed about yourself.

✧.* and if she notices those telltale signs- your eyes beginning to cloud, starting to space out, losing your balance, she's on it. water is a given, she'll also usher you to sit or lie down so that you can focus on your breathing. if it's bad enough, jinx will try to guide you through some breathing exercises, even though she doesn't have a clue what she's doing. she's trying her best :(

✧.* "you're lookin' all... far away again. sit down, toots, breathe." she'd say, her face getting impossibly close to yours, thick brows furrowed.

✧.* does as much research as possible! there's not much that frustrates jinx than not being able to understand something. these things are like a puzzle to her in a way. she wants to be able to analyze, understand, and help. she knows there's really nothing she can do to prevent fainting spells, as much as she wishes she could. regardless, helping you through them becomes one of her most important self-appointed duties.

✧.* if she sees you standing for a bit too long, your girlfriend would make sure to ask you to take a little break. she doesn't want you to start getting lightheaded and have another spell when it might be preventable

✧.* jinx would also make sure that you're not close to any hard surfaces or corners if she notices you right on the brink of fainting. the last thing that she needs is you to hit your head on the corner of a table.

✧.* "hey- hey! get away from there," a jumbled mess of words, before wrapping her arms around your waist, slowly pulling you away from near a hard counter and supporting your fall.

✧.* she becomes pretty good pretty quick! it just gave her a scare at first is all :(

vi;

✧.* it was one of the first things you'd told vi when you first began dating- that you have a fainting condition. you faint from time to time, there's signs, and you can't control it. it happens, and it's bound to worry her, but you're okay.

✧.* she'd hear you and listen to you, vi always does. but i don't think the magnitude of your words would really sink in until the first time she witnessed a fainting spell of yours, and she was in shock.

✧.* she was utterly panicked. holding you across her lap, checking your pulse at both your wrist and neck, shaking you, trying to talk to you, anything.

✧.* it seems fruitless, and vi can feel tears beginning to prick at the corners of her eyes. she didn't realize the sheer depth of what you'd said until now, and the girl is internally beating herself up for it. you told her you had a fainting condition, of course you'd faint! how could she have not been prepared?

✧.* but eventually, you do start to regain consciousness. she immediately holds you close to her chest, whispering quiet and rushed 'ohthankjanna's and 'you're okay, aren't you? please tell me you're okay.'

✧.* it takes a moment for you to return back to consciousness, weary eyes looking up at vi. you can only slowly nod. it's not much of an answer, but it's satisfactory for vi- letting her know that you hear her and you're alright.

✧.* "i'm so sorry i wasn't prepared, you told me and i still-" "vi, love, stop. it's fine, i'm fine."

✧.* she makes sure that she's prepared for next time. she doesn't want to make you feel as if you're delicate, like you can't take care of yourself. vi knows you're more than capable, but still, she's your girlfriend and she wants to look out for you.

✧.* she asks you to describe everything to her- how you know it’s getting bad, what works to help you both before and after the fact. it’s vi trying to understand exactly what you need, rather than simply assuming.

✧.* after those conversations, your girlfriend does grow to recognize the signs and symptoms you have rather quickly. the moment she sees you start to look a little out of it, she’s pulling you away from anything you could fall onto, coaxing you to lay down or sit down with your head between your knees.

✧.* “hey, hey. sit down, okay? i’ve got ya, cupcake,” she’d whisper, her hand rubbing gentle circles into the small of your back. she’d press light kisses to your temple, plump lips a reminder of her presence and affections.

✧.* there’s always a few water bottles in her bag just in case though, and some snacks (your favorites, too) whenever she feels you may need them.

✧.* while vi did freak out after the first fainting spell you had, she learns to manage them soon after. now that you’ve talked to her and she knows what to expect, she can rest assured that you’re alright and you’ll come to with a bit of time and support.

✧.* once you do regain consciousness, she doesn’t make a big deal of it. VERY affectionate, though. she’s just so happy that you’re doing alright, she can’t help it… chaste kisses to your lips and tight embraces when she notices your light grumbles and your eyes fluttering open.

✧.* if you were having a conversation before fainting, she’d wait out the episode, then continue the discussion like nothing had happened. while vi absolutely worries, she doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable or feel like she’s only focusing on what happened. unless you want to talk about it of course!

✧.* “you’re okay, right?” “mhm… just a little hiccup,” you’d murmur. “right. where were we?”

mel;

✧.* mel has seen people faint several times in her life and career, but i’d imagine you’re the first person she’s met with a fainting condition.

✧.* mel is a stellar listener, though. once you inform her of your condition, your symptoms, how it affects your daily life and how you navigate it, she’s taken everything to heart. mel may not fully understand, but she wants to try the best that she can.

✧.* asks a lot of questions. your girlfriend isn’t trying to interrogate you or pry any information from you, instead just trying to grasp your condition better. trying to prepare for the inevitable fainting spells you have and know exactly how to handle them. questions like ‘how do you know one is upon you?,’ or ‘what do you think helps best, when it’s said and done?’

✧.* so the first time that she’d witnessed an episode, mel knew exactly what to do. she saw the undeniable signs; the far-off look, the light sheen of sweat, the way you were ever so slightly off-balance. she sprung into action and guided you by your shoulders to lay down, legs above your chest and encouraged you to simply breathe through it.

✧.* “you’re sweating, love. and you look like you’re having trouble focusing,” she’d say- a statement, rather than a question. mel would take you by your shoulders and guide you to one of the lush couches in her home, ushering you to lay down. “come on, breathe. in, out… like that, yes.”

✧.* though she gets some close calls and is able to help sometimes, mel knows that she can’t always prevent a fainting spell. but she’s always there to break your fall, hold you across your lap, brush stray strands of hair from your face and run soft thumbs across your cheeks until you come back to.

✧.* so incredibly sweet and attentive once you come back to your senses. mel is peppering gentle kisses across your cheeks, forehead, the bridge of your nose, the corner of your lips. a light sheen from her lip gloss remains on your skin. she’ll take your hands in hers, whispering sweet nothings into your ear while your fingers intertwine with her own.

✧.* “you scared me there, darling,” she’d tease, soft lips brushing against your temple. “but that’s alright. you’re okay now, aren’t you?”

✧.* doesn’t dwell on it, though. mel doesn’t want this to be the focus of your day if you don’t want it to be, so she’ll give you your kisses and cuddles before letting go and continuing on with whatever you were doing, unless you ask her to keep giving you that affection. in which case she is more than happy to oblige!

✧.* she does have connections with doctors just in case she feels you may need one. it rarely gets to that point, but having those emergency contacts puts mel’s mind at ease. if you were to take a little too long to wake up, she didn’t react quickly enough and couldn’t break your fall, she’d know exactly who to go to.

✧.* mel has all of the essentials packed at all times. water, snacks, even a device to track your blood pressure when necessary. she’s stocked constantly, you’ll never want or need for anything with mel.

✧.* “that looked rough,” she’d say, crouching next to your form and holding out a bottle of spring water. “drink some of this, okay? even if you feel alright, it’ll make me feel better.”

sevika;

✧.* you swore that you’d meant to tell her, you were just waiting for an opportunity. a minute of peace in her chaotic days, maybe a tranquil moment after all the rough jobs and rushed fights.

✧.* but the ‘right time’ never came, sevika is a busy woman after all. by the time you have a moment to yourselves, sevika is washing up in preparation for bed, her eyelids already drooping. you know you need to tell her about your condition at some point, but you don't want to spring it on your girlfriend while she's this tired.

✧.* so when you're out at the casino, the woman playing a heated game of blackjack with you and a few of her old friends and you suddenly slump in your seat, sevika has no idea what's hit her. immediately she drops her cards, rushing to your side of the table to shake you, talk to you, desperately try to get you back to her.

✧.* "shit- dove, what happened?" she's saying. her voice is rushed and panicked, much unlike her usual gruff demeanor. "come on, please wake up..."

✧.* she stays by your side the entire time, simply waiting for you to wake up. her friends can wait, the game can wait, and she doesn't pay any mind to the lingering stares of other patrons. all that sevika can think about in this moment is you, and your well-being. she's never seen this from you before. she's panicked internally, but she's good at putting on a brave face for you.

✧.* the second your eyelids begin to flutter open, sevika is all over you. she was panicked, and most of all she was scared. as irrational as it may be, part of her was afraid that she was losing you- even though she was able to take note of the subtle rise and fall of your chest, and the fact your pulse was still steady.

✧.* once you're back to feeling yourself, fully, sevika would pull you out of the casino and onto the street for more 'privacy' (not much of that in zaun). she’s immediately going down a list of questions- if you’re okay, what happened, what caused it, if this is a recurring issue, and if you knew this would happen.

✧.* you explained to her, your gaze downcast and voice tinged with a hint of guilt. “i’m sorry, sev. i meant to tell you, just… the time wasn’t ever right.” she let out a heavy sigh, crossing her arms over her chest and shaking her head. though she’s a bit shaken up by what just happened, sevika can’t bring herself to be mad at you. she understands where you’re coming from.

✧.* "there is no 'right time,'" she said, hand on your shoulder. her thumb rubbing slow circles against the fabric of your shirt. "you can tell me these things, especially when they involve you fainting." her tone is firm, yet there's no anger or malice behind it.

✧.* from that point on, you've been more open and willing to express things without the fear of timing or anything similar. you discuss your symptoms with her, the way your condition affects your daily life, how you work around it, the like. she listens and makes mental notes of everything you say, even trying to read between the lines at some points. sevika is that devoted and that concerned for your well-being. she wants to make sure she's prepared for whatever comes and she's able to be a good girlfriend through it :(

✧.* her home is STACKED with cases of water bottles, any medications that might help, and your favorite snacks. she's already made a substantial effort to make her once uninviting place more comfortable for you, but now she goes the extra mile- and you didn't even ask her to.

✧.* after a while, sevika comes to expect fainting spells and knows when they're coming on. she'll stay close to you, trying to talk to you and ground you in the moment- having you sit down, try to look at her, try to focus. but she knows that eventually you'll likely faint, and that's alright. as long as you're in a safe environment and she's able to look out for you, your girlfriend's mind is at ease.

✧.* “dove, you’re about to-” she’ll move to hold your shoulders, gently guiding you to a place away from any hard surfaces. “sit here, alright? i’ll get you some water.”

caitlyn;

✧.* it was one of the first conversations you’d had with caitlyn when you begun dating. now that you’re spending more time with the woman, you know it’s best to inform her before she finds out by you actually fainting.

✧.* caitlyn doesn’t immediately understand your condition, she’s never met somebody with a condition like yours before. however, she absolutely does want to understand and as soon as you’re finished talking, she takes a trip to one of piltover’s libraries to do some reading.

✧.* she reads about your condition, its symptoms, and how fainting spells can be treated. the signs that one is approaching. caitlyn would also read a few medical papers for good measure, just to see what professionals recommend. this is of the upmost importance to her.

✧.* the first time caitlyn was witness, you were thankfully in the comfort of her own home. helping her cook dinner, reaching up to the cupboards for some spices before you felt lightheadedness set in. caitlyn is perceptive- she noticed almost immediately.

✧.* she wrapped an arm loosely around your waist, trying to support the inevitable fall as she pressed soft kisses to your cheeks. "hey, i'm with you," she whispered. she didn't want to necessarily coddle you, but she wanted to remind you that she's there, first and foremost.

✧.* caitlyn feels you slump against her. she's keeping that same stoic face she's so known and feared for, but underneath the surface, she's terrified. terrified that you're not really okay, even though you've assured her this happens regularly and you're alright every time. terrified that she's doing something wrong, or even making things worse.

✧.* it takes a few moments, some gentle brushes of her hand against your arm in a motion meant more to reassure caitlyn, but you come back to.

✧.* "there you are, love," she murmurs, her hold on you tightening the slightest bit. "that was... scary."

✧.* "i'm alright, cait," you whisper, a weak smile on your face in an effort to reassure her. "i'm sure it's scary for you, but i'm okay. i promise."

✧.* caitlyn takes your word for it, you know yourself best. but even so, she can't help the nagging fears in the back of her mind, no matter how hard she tries to get rid of them. she's got water- expensive water stocked up, snacks, over-the-counter medical equipment, the like, all in her home for you.

✧.* her worries subside with time, but they never completely go away. they likely never will. she's your girlfriend, after all :( but she grows accustomed to fainting spells and almost-fainting spells as part of life. she's observant and intuitive, and cait is able to spring into action the moment she notices something is wrong.

✧.* "alright, that's enough," she'd say, her voice gentle yet firm. guiding you from the table you're cleaning. she sees the way you're starting to become a bit wobbly on your feet, and how your gaze isn't as focused. "i'll take it from here. lie down, love, i'll get you something to eat. alright?"

✧.* caitlyn is observant, but she doesn't ask for you to give her more than you're willing. verbally, she won't pry, she won't check in too often (unless she sees you looking unwell), she won't ask too many questions.

[myloveer0]

My lovely darling

Girlfriend Ambessa Medarda X Fem!reader

❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Summary: You were just trying to survive your family reunion when Ambessa Medarda—your girlfriend—showed up unannounced. Now, you have no choice but to introduce her to your entire clan. What’s got you nervous isn’t just introducing any partner—it’s the fact that you’re dating a woman who also happens to be twice your age.

💋 Enough with the smut we need sweet girlfriend Ambessa💋

Well… I didn’t expect everyone to like it that much, but anyway, here’s part 2. Part 3 will be last and be upload the day after tomorrow.... Enjoy reading!😊😉

Part II

This was not how tonight was supposed to go.

You had it all planned out—show up to the family reunion, smile through the awkward small talk, dodge questions about your love life, and make a graceful exit by faking a headache. The perfect escape. Then you'd be back to your regular life—your job, your apartment, and most importantly, your girlfriend.

Simple. Easy. Safe.

But Ambessa had other plan.

Amazing? She literally flew from the other side of the country just to see you—because she missed you already. Like you’d left her and promised to be back after two weeks.

And now, here she is, showing up before those weeks are even over… and demanded to meet your parents. You should’ve run. You should have. But with Ambessa’s hand wrapped firmly around you telling there was no turning back.

So now, here we were. Standing on your parents’ porch, the warm glow of the house lights peeking through. You could still hear the muffled sounds of laughter and conversation from inside, but all you could focus on was the weight spinning on your mind.

“You nervous?” Ambessa asked, her voice low, amused.

You shot her a look. “You think?”

She chuckled softly, leaning down to brush a kiss against your temple. “Relax. They’ll love me.''

You release a nervous laugh. You weren’t so sure about that.

Standing in front of the double doors, the weight of what was about to

happen doubled this time. You turned to face Ambessa, your heart pounding so loud..

“Bess…” you began. Ambessa raised an eyebrow, waiting. “B-before we go in, I need to say this. No matter what happens—no matter what my parents say—I’m still with you. Nothing will change, okay? We’ll stand together, even if they’re started to go against us.”

Ambessa’s lips curled into a smirk, but her eyes softened. “Of course, dear,” she said with that same effortless confidence, like there was never a doubt in her mind. Like nothing could shake her.

Was she even nervous? She was about to meet your parents for the first time, and yet she looked so calm, so in control while here you are looking like a frightened wet penguin. Wasn’t meeting the parents supposed to be the most terrifying part of a relationship? Even more nerve-wracking than getting married?

You took a deep breath, trying to steady yourself as you reached out to adjust her suit. Your fingers brushed against the lapels, but you didn’t realize they were trembling until Ambessa's hand gently closed over yours.

You already imagine all the worst-case scenarios before the night would end, and none of them sat well with you. You could possibly lose Ambessa. Or your family. Or worst, both. Just the thought of it made your chest tighten painfully. You didn't want to choose between the people you love.

The mere possibility of it was unbearable. You don't know if you can take it.

Ambessa's touch was grounding, steady, like everything you needed in that moment. Ambessa gently cupped your chin, guiding your face toward hers.

“Little one… look at me.”

You met her gaze, and the calm, steady confidence in her eyes was enough to slow your racing heart.

"Calm down... Everything’s going to be alright. We will be alright." Her voice was soft yet steady "Don’t be nervous—I’m right here, okay?"

You nodded, swallowing hard, and she gave your hand a reassuring squeeze.

Before you could chicken out, you took a last deep breath before you swung the door open. Your heart thudded violently in your chest as you both stepped back inside, and it felt like the entire world paused.

Every conversation stopped mid-sentence.

Every fork froze halfway to someone’s mouth.

Your uncles, who had been lounging on the sofa watching football, paused mid-game, their attention snapping at your direction. Your aunties, mid-gossip, fell silent, their eyes narrowing at the front door. Even the children, who’d been running around shrieking with laughter, slowed to a halt, retreating to their parents like they were afraid on something.

Every pair of eyes—at least thirty family members crammed into the living room and dining area—snapped right to you and your unexpected guest. A shiver ran from your toes all the way up your spine, your heart pounding in panic.

You were just introducing your partner to the family, like your cousin did, but they never gave that kind of attention—the way they’re staring at you and Ambessa now.

It was like time had hit the brakes.

And how could they not?

When the woman beside you was an attention grabber, what more Ambessa was intimidating. She stood taller than the average man, her broad, powerful frame impossible to ignore. Every movement she made was deliberate, exuding a quiet authority that demanded respect and commanded attention the moment she entered a room.

Even board directors didn’t dare challenge her—no one did. Her employees were even terrified of looking onto her eyes or crossing path with her.

You blinked multiple times, trying to steady yourself, before glancing at Ambessa. Not a single hint of nervousness crossed her face. She stood tall and composed, completely unbothered by the dozens of eyes glued to the both of you. You could practically hear the collective whisper ripple through the room.

It wasn’t nice being gawked at, especially by this many people, especially when their eyes keep on shifting from you and Ambessa.

Ambessa was dressed in that perfectly tailored red and black suit—one that probably cost more than your car—she stood out in the best way possible. It was just a casual family gathering, and yet, there she was, looking like she’d stepped off the cover of a high-profile magazine.

And then, through the stunned silence, you spotted her.

Your mother. Eyebrows shot up so fast you thought they might hit her hairline.

You could feel your pulse in your ears. This was it. No turning back now.

Your mother’s brows knit together, her eyes narrowing slightly as she took in the sight of you and Ambessa standing side by side. She didn’t miss the closeness between you— and the way your hands brushed together.

Like she knew.

Like she had already put the pieces together but was desperately hoping she was wrong. But then, with a practiced calm, she clapped her hands together and forced a smile.

“Alright, everyone,” she said, her voice cutting through the tension like a knife. “Let’s not hover. Go on, continue enjoying your food.”

Slowly, like someone had hit play on a paused movie, people started moving again. Conversations resumed, but not without the occasional glance thrown our way. You could feel them peeking, eavesdropping, pretending they weren’t doing exactly that.

And then your parents moved in.

You drag Ambessa as you led toward the dining room. Your mother stood by the table, stirring the salad with slow, deliberate movements. She didn’t look up right away. Your father appeared behind her, his expression was unreadable, but his eyes flicked from you to Ambessa—and then back again

Meanwhile, your mother’s gaze turned laser-focused as you both stopped in front of her. Her eyes immediately darted down to yours and Ambessa's intertwined fingers.

Which made your palm run ice cold. Ambessa must’ve felt it too because she tightened her grip slightly, giving you support as her warmth seeping into your skin.

You glanced around the room, wishing the ground would just open up and swallow you whole. Why was everyone staring at you like you were the evening’s drama? You could practically feel the tension crackling in the air.

Your mom’s lips pressed into a thin line. “And who,” she began, her voice deceptively polite, “might this guest be?”

Before you could say anything, Ambessa took a step forward.

“Ambessa Medarda,” she said, offering her hand with the kind of poised confidence that could melt glaciers—or in this case, try to thaw your mother’s frosty demeanor. “It’s a pleasure to finally meet Y/N's parents.”

Your mom stared at her hand like it might bite, but she eventually took it—barely—but then turned to you, her eyes pointing dagger demanding an explanation. Your Dad, still buffering, finally shook himself out of his daze and gave Ambessa a quick handshake.

You swallowed hard, trying to steady your voice. "Ambessa, this is my mom and dad. Mom, Dad… this is Ambessa."

...

"She’s… my girlfriend," you added, your voice softer but clear.

For a moment, it felt like time itself had stopped.

You could feel the shock ripple through the room. Eyes widened. A few audible gasps echoed in the sudden silence, and you swore even the ticking clock on the wall seemed louder than before.

You understood their reactions perfectly. Your whole life, they had known you as a straight woman—never once had you hinted otherwise. You were so good at hiding it. And now, here you were, standing before them, introducing your first-ever lover… who just so happened to be a woman.

It wasn’t just introducing Ambessa; it was, in a way, coming out. Tearing down the version of you they thought they knew and revealing something they’d never expected. You could see it in their eyes—the shock, the disbelief, the scrambling to process what this meant. And being the only gay person in the family? It was a whole new revelation for everyone.

And as much as you tried to steel yourself for this moment, you couldn’t help the nervous knot twisting in your stomach..

Your mom’s eyes widened,

''G-girlfriend?” she repeated, like she wasn’t sure she’d heard you right. The word hanging in the air like an accusation.

She immediatly stopped on what she was doing. Then, with a disbelieving shake of her head, she let out a sharp little laugh. “Since when did you have a lover? And her? really… a woman? Y/N”

You felt like you were going to be sick. Your throat tightened, but you forced yourself to nod. “Yes.”

Her lips twitched—not a smile, more like an involuntary reaction she couldn’t quite control. “Are you being serious? Right now?”

Before you could answer, Ambessa’s voice cut in.

“Yes,” she said firmly, her gaze locking onto your mother’s “We’re serious.”

From the look on Ambessa's face, she was clearly quite upset by your mother’s tone.

Your mother was just about to start arguing when your father gently pulled her aside, murmuring something to calm her down. Surprisingly, she let him, though the tension in her face made it clear she was far from pleased.

“Now, now… save the conversation for later,” your father said smoothly, shooting you a look before turning back to Ambessa. “A-ambessa right? Have you had dinner yet? I bet you haven’t. Why don’t you grab a plate and help yourself?”

Relief flooded you, and you shot your father a grateful look. He only smiled, giving you a quick wink.

You were about to guide Ambessa toward the food when you noticed she hadn’t moved. Furrowing your brows, you turned to her. “Bess…?”

Before she could answer, you caught movement from the corner of your eye—Ricktus, her ever-loyal guard, stepping inside, both hands occupied with something.large.

“Before that,” Ambessa spoke, “I’d like to give something first.” She gestured toward the items in Ricktus’ hands. “I brought some gift baskets. It’s not much, but I didn’t realize Y/N had quite a big family.”

All eyes turned toward the baskets, and you could practically hear the collective shift in the room. These weren’t ordinary gift baskets—they were luxurious, the kind only the wealthy could afford. Even from a distance, you could see the careful arrangement of imported wines, artisanal chocolates, and items that looked far too expensive for anyone to afford.

Your father let out a nervous chuckle, offering a polite tone “Ah—thank you, you didn't need to but that’s very kind.” He reached out to take one, but Ricktus didn’t let go. Instead, the guard gave a small, respectful nod.

“Forgive him but they’re quite heavy,” Ambessa said evenly, her tone smooth yet firm. “Let my men carry them—just tell us where you’d like them placed.”

....

The meal was tense. You could barely swallow the food in front of you, your stomach knotted with nerves. Other than Ambessa, the martini in your hand was the only thing giving you strength. Your mom was definitely more upset than you had imagined. She had been demanding for years that you finally introduce someone—and here you were, doing exactly that. But clearly, this wasn’t what she had expected. What a way to suprise everyone..

It had been hour, and the crowd had thinned as the night stretched on. A few of the younger kids had finally tired themselves out, curled up in corners or carried off to bed by their parents. The once lively energy had settled into something quieter, more subdued.

Some of your aunts had struck up light conversation with Ambessa—mostly out of curiosity, you suspected—but you could tell they were still hesitant. And then there was your mother.

She hadn’t said a word to you.

Not since then. Not since everything.

She wasn’t throwing a fit or making a scene, but that almost made it worse. The way she moved around the room, politely engaging with everyone except you—it was deliberate. A silent cold shoulder. Like you hadn’t just been laughing together at your uncle’s joke moments ago.

And damn, it hurt.

Meanwhile, Ambessa? the unbothered queen, savoring every bite like she was at a five-star banquet instead of sitting in the middle of this emotional minefield.

She was even enjoying your mother’s homemade mac and cheese, which was shocking considering how picky of an eater she was. Even a world-renowned chefs had to bent over backward trying to impress her, and yet here she was, casually indulging in a simple family recipe.

You sat beside her leaned in slightly, your elbow resting on the table, your head propped up by your hand as you watched her. Seeing her eat—actually eat, rather than picking at her food like she usually did—made you happy. It was such a simple thing, but it meant something.

Your voice was low, “I like what you did to your hair.”

Ambessa's usual free-flowing curls were now braided back into a triple dutch braid, weaving tightly along her scalp in thick sections into the center one. A few white strands near the front contrasted against the dark, adding a striking edge to her already commanding presence. She looked good. No—she looked ridiculously good.

Ambessa paused mid-bite, glancing at you. “Ah, yes, little one… You did say you liked it this way.” She smirked, setting her fork down. “So, I had it styled before I got here.”

Your lips parted slightly. “You did it… for me?”

She hummed, taking another bite, as if it was no big deal.

Your heart stuttered, and heat crept up your cheeks. “Well, I do like it,” you admitted, staring at her shamelessly. “I can see your face clearly. You look so—”

Ambessa cut you off, her gaze sharp and knowing. “I see what you’re doing, little one.” Her voice dipped lower, teasing but firm. “But don’t flirt with me right now. You might not like what I do to you in front of your family.”

You choked on your drink. Your cheeks burned as you quickly averted your gaze.

What is wrong with this woman?!

Ambessa just chuckled, sipping her wine like she hadn’t just sent your brain into a tailspin.

You were lost in your little moment, completely wrapped up in Ambessa’s teasing, when someone cleared their throat. You both turned, and it was none other than the devil itself—your mother.

Your stomach dropped. Shit.

How could you forget she was sitting just two seats away? You had been so caught up in Ambessa’s presence that you completely overlooked the fact that your mother had full view of your shameless flirting. You could only hope she didn't hear any of it.

Wine glass in hand. Then your mother began to approached and took a seat—this time, directly in front of you. The shift was small, but it was enough to make the entire table fall quiet.

A few of your family had noticed it too.

Your mom wasn’t done. You could feel it. Maybe she was just waiting for the crowd to subside, which, in a way, was a relief—at least you wouldn’t have to endure her torture in front of an audience.

Your mother, set down her drink with an audible clink and looked directly at Ambessa “So,” she began, “Ambessa… what do you do?”

You winced internally. Here we go

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How Far Away? Part 8

Caleb x Mc

Tags: unplanned pregnancy, presumed death, depression, miscommunication

Miscarriage scare

Summary: Mc and Caleb fight right before he goes on a long mission into space. Caleb ends up MIA while Mc finds out she's pregnant. She struggles to deal with the grief while Caleb is fighting for his life to make it back home to her.

AO3

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9

Why did you feel this way? What happened?

The light filtering through the curtains, touching your face but you don’t open your eyes.

You still feel like everything had been a dream.

**

“Please don’t let me lose you, you’re all I have left of Caleb. Please baby, just stay with me!”

You frantically shut the camera off, the video automatically sending in the message thread you had open. Paying it no mind as you scrambled through your contacts to call your OB’s emergency line.

As it rings, you start picking the skin off your lips, the pain grounding you as you what for your doctor to pick up.

“Please, please, please… Oh yes! I’m having some bleeding and it looks like it’s quite a bit. What do I do?!”

Your mind spirals as your OB’s kind but firm voice tells you what to do.

“You need to head to the nearest hospital, I’ll meet you there. They’ll check you out to see what’s going on.”

“I’m in Skyhaven right now.”

“Ok, I won’t be able to make it until tomorrow but I’ll send your primary care physician ahead since he’ll most likely will be able to get there before me.”

Zayne.

Oh good, a familiar face will help ground you.

Heading outside, grabbing a bag and throwing a few essentials in. Leaving a small trail of red drops of blood behind you on the floor.

You’d worry about cleaning that later.

Sitting on the shuttle, your poor lips are torn to shreds as you worry over what could’ve happened.

Had your anxiety worked your mental state to such a bad place that it was affecting the baby?

You laid a hand over your belly, a little rolling sensation makes you feel a bit better. They’re still alive but something was wrong.

Closing your eyes, you made a promise to your little bean, I promise to visit a therapist just stay with me ok?

Reaching the stop for Willow Medical Center, you exit and head for the doors leading to the main lobby for the Emergency Department.

Your legs shaking, you hadn’t even bothered to clean up the blood off your legs due to shock. Everybody was staring at you with concern, a small trail of blood leading behind you.

“Hello, could I get some help?” You stutter this out, now shaking uncontrollably.

Your vision starts to go a bit white as you falter, falling a bit to land your hands on the reception desk.

They grab you and bring you back in a wheelchair all while trying to ask you questions.

“I’m pregnant, I’m bleeding.” You’re so scared that all you can do is hand them your id and medical card from your purse as you start to panic.

The nurses help you into a bed, still asking questions, something about how far along you are?

They manage to pull up your chart, now asking you when the bleeding started.

You start to dissociate, what would you do if you lost your baby?

It’s all you have left from Caleb.

Maybe, maybe if your baby has to go to heaven to be with their daddy. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad if you went too.

“She’s currently 19 weeks along, I’m her primary care doctor. I’m here because she has a heart condition that has to be monitored during pregnancy.”

Oh, you knew that voice. That voice was safe.

“Dr. Zayne?”

“I’m here.”

“What happened?”

“They’re currently looking at the scans but it’s looking like it’s a slight placental abruption.”

“What… what is that?”

“It’s when the placenta pulls away a bit from the uterine wall, it looks like it’s small but you are losing blood so it can turn serious if we aren’t quick to fix it.”

“What do I have to do?”

“Nothing, we’ll take you into surgery and all you have to do is rest.”

“Will my baby be okay?”

“They should be fine as long as we fix this.”

“Good, that’s good.” The worry melted off of you and your body’s burden lessened, you drifted off trusting Zayne to take care of it.

**

If it was morning now, that meant that you had been here the whole night. Was the surgery done? Was your baby ok?

Stretching your legs out a bit, you sighed and moaned a bit from the stiffness and the slight pain in your stomach.

There was a comforting pressure on your stomach, how nice.

Sleepily opening your eyes, you blinked a few times as the world came back into view.

Caleb sat in a wheelchair next to you, fast asleep, bent over the side of the bed with his hand resting over your stomach.

Smiling, you took in the sight.

Sometimes your brain was nice enough to give you such realistic images outside of dreams, it was like Caleb was really here.

Even his hand on your stomach felt so real, like he had descended from heaven just to check on his baby himself.

Caleb looked so real that you couldn’t help but reach out and touch his hair.

The softness that met your hand made you freeze in disbelief. Combing your fingers through the strands just to make sure.

This was too real to be a hallucination.

The figment stirred under your hand, sighing softly as he rose up to blink blearily at you.

That’s when you notice the dark circles under his eyes, so dark that they look like two black eyes.

His face is thin and drawn.

Lips cracked, his hair dried in weird directions after being heavily laden with sweat.

His eyes now trained on you, the purple of his eyes still bright and happy despite how he appears physically.

“You’re awake.” The figment speaks.

You’re stunned, how was this possible, was he really here?

You reach out again and lightly trace his cheek.

Caleb nuzzles into your hand, his own free one coming to lay over yours. His other hand is still cradling your belly.

“It’s me, I’m back.”

The familiar words make you cry, he had beaten the odds and come home to you once more.

“Hey don’t cry squeaks.”

This just makes you cry more and he struggles to get up but he slides into the bed with you.

Cradling you against his chest so reverently that it’s like he views you as a precious piece of art.

Thumping your fist against his chest, not really wanting to hurt him but you were so sad and angry all at the same time.

“How could you come back and say that stupid lame line again?”

He chuckles a bit brokenly before pressing a light kiss to your forehead. Caleb’s thumb swiping soothing circles against your belly.

“It’s such a good line though.”

“I thought you were dead again. How could you do that to me?”

“I’m sorry baby. I never meant to, our ship was sabotaged and we were being sucked into a black hole.”

Your hands grasped at his matching hospital gown, pulling him to you, letting him know with your body language that you weren’t letting him go ever again.

“I used my evol to get us loose but our communications were down and I ended up working so hard that I blacked out. I woke up here and I found you as soon as I could.”

“I’m just so happy you’re here but also mad.”

“Yeah I get that. I was a bit of a dumbass before I left.”

“A bit?” He laughs

“Okay maybe a lot of a dumbass….” He pauses “I saw all the messages and videos you sent.”

All of the things you sent, you feel a bit embarrassed and worried at his reaction to some of the things you sent not knowing he’d see them.

“All of them huh, so you know I’m pregnant?”

“Yes.” He cradles you close, rubbing your belly. “I’m so happy.”

You pause and try to move but his arms are too tight around you.

“The baby! I haven’t heard if they’re okay or not!”

“The baby’s fine, they were able to fix the tear in your placenta.”

You go limp with relief before looking at him with suspicion

“How do you know that?”

He avoids your gaze before slowly saying

“I may have looked at your chart to make sure you were okay.”

“Same old Caleb, always nosing into things.”

“I thought you had said you didn’t recognize me anymore.”

“No, after thinking about it. I realized that you were right, you were always like this but you just kept it more lowkey before you died the first time.”

“Hey! I never meant to die either of those times!”

“Still doesn’t change the fact that I’ve grieved both of those deaths now.”

Caleb runs a hand down his face before laughing

“You’re going to hold those deaths over my head for the rest of my life, aren’t you?”

“Oh you’re never getting out of it.”

“As long as you’re still by my side, I don’t mind.”

Your argument before he had left those months ago, weighs heavy in your mind now. He almost seems to read your thoughts because he asks

“Marry me?”

“What?”

“Will you marry me? I can’t let a guy like Zayne get ahead of me like that.”

Oh right, you had told him in that video before.

“I never even had the chance to be your girlfriend.”

“Will you be my girlfriend so we can get married later?” This boy.

“Ha! Okay Caleb, I’ll be your girlfriend.”

Caleb fist pumped in celebration and you laughed happily together.

You sat there cuddling each other happily, content to not even move.

There were a lot of things that still needed to be discussed, things that Caleb knew he had to take care of and tell you about.

For now though, you just wanted to be in each other’s company.

“So where’s my welcome home kiss?”

“I don’t know if you deserve one?” Caleb pouts, shooting you those puppy dog eyes that you can’t resist.

“Please? I worked so hard to get back to you.”

You roll your eyes, but it’s true, so you lean forward and kiss him. Your lips both a bit dry but the feeling loosens something in your chest.

Tears stream down both of your faces

“I’m so happy you’re home.”

“Me too.” He looks down at your belly, awed at the sight, wiping your face free of tears.

“I still can’t believe that I’m going to be a dad.”

“ I can, I’ve been living through this one making me sick at every moment.”

“I’ll be here to help you now.”

“I know. I missed you but I’m not so sure I missed mama Caleb. No locking me up or I’ll lock you up after shooting my way out.”

“At least I’ll have some experience in taking care of someone to help me along.”

“No avoiding this Caleb, I mean it, no locking me up anymore. We talk about things and deal with things together. That’s what this relationship means.”

“I know.” Caleb sighs before soldiering on “It’s not just about us anymore though, we have this little one to worry about too. Don’t worry though, I’m going to tell you everything after we get out of the hospital ok?”

“You had better or I’ll be serious on my threat, I’ll lock you up and see how you like it.”

“Sounds kinky.”

“You know what I meant, jerk.”

A nurse comes in, not fazed by seeing Caleb also in bed.

“Good morning, your doctor will be in shortly, I’m just here to take some blood and see if you need anything. Your vitals are looking good. Your little one is doing just fine too”

You sign, relieved at this before saying

“We could use some water, please.”

“Absolutely, just let me grab these labs and I’ll be back with that.”

She takes your blood without an issue before leaving the room.

The OB from your regular medical center comes in right after.

“Oh! Hello! I wasn’t expecting to see another person in here! Good morning, how are we feeling?”

“Relieved, they said my baby looks fine.” The OB brings up your vital set, looking at it as she gestures to examine your belly.

“Looks like the surgery worked well, I’m not feeling anything worrying so that’s good. You should be able to leave either tonight or tomorrow morning at the latest.”

“Thank you for coming out here.”

The OB waves her hand, shooing that thought away

“Oh no trouble at all, you’re my patient after all. How are you doing mentally?”

“Much better actually, turns out my boyfriend wasn’t dead after all. So we’re feeling good.”

Caleb waves, having stayed silent this whole time just listening.

“Hello boyfriend! I’m so happy for you. Sounds like quite a story, I’d love to hear it sometime. Hopefully this will help your pregnancy progress much smoother! Oh remember that you have an anatomy scan in 3 days, so don’t forget to make it and I hope to see you again boyfriend!”

The OB leaves, leaving a cheery air in her wake.

“Boyfriend hmm? Already so eager to shake a claim on me?”

“You made me wait so many months to get to this point so you can shut up.”

“Alright alright! It just made me happy to hear you call me that.”

You poke his chest indignantly

“Well get used to it, you’re never getting rid of me.”

“Good. Whatever you say mama.”

You squeak a bit before tickling him in retaliation.

The morning began on a bright and hopeful note.

The issues that Caleb needed to deal with and tell you about still lingering on the horizon. The thought of what Ever could do if they found out about your baby.

They could wait until tomorrow.

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okay i’ve been following you on AO3 and accidentally found your tumblr 😭 but i’ve had this idea and i literally can’t get it out of my head so i wanted to request it to you 🧎

jazzsinger!reader (or like a popular singer/actor mayhaps a model 👀) x Simon “Ghost” Riley | okay so imagine reader has been frequently going to a cafe that ghost also goes to, and they kinda just bond because both of them are wearing a mask (or something to cover their face ex. mask and glasses with baseball cap) while barely talking to anyone except to order their drinks (i’m a tea girlie and i love me a good cup of oolong tea 🫡). I just imagine some 6’1 dude in all black next to someone noticeably smaller also wearing black attire staring menacingly at the wall waiting for their drinks. Then after a while they grab their drinks, look at each other, nod, then leaves without uttering a word. Then after a while it turns into a romantic relationship and when introduced to everyone else (the task force) they just lose it cause how does the skull wearing weirdo on their team get a smoking hot partner 🤨

Anyways please take my humble request with a grain of salt 

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i have tried, whether i have succeeded i do not know but i did have a lot of fun with this one so thank you very much for the ask!! Also mind my spelling mistakes, its like way too early rn LOL

You don't know how this even started, or who this man really is besides that you always walk in at the same time each morning and most of the people here are terrified. It’s likely his stature, 6’1 and dressed in all back, though you’re not too different yourself. Working as a singer and occasional model meant fans would be found in the most unlikely places, especially since your recent single blew the charts entirely. After your fans spotted you at your last local grocery store, you’ve had to take your own drastic measures, dressing in practically all black with a mask and a baseball cap just for good measure. So, in one way or another, you two were practically matching as you stood waiting for your drinks. Infact, it occured so often that your drinks would be served together; your hands brush as you pick up your cups until you glance up at each other and give a quick nod before disappearing again.

That was until today, where you walked in to see the man had gotten to the line before you for once, however it was much longer than usual. Still you waited patiently, humming your new song to yourself as the queue slowly moves, albeit very very slowly. Eventually you get fed up, peering round the hunk of a man to see what or who’s holding it up. “Bloody kids.. dont even know what they’re doin’ ”The man grunts out, surprising you as he looks back and you nod, looking forward. Two young teenagers were working, though they looked far too inexperienced especially with their hair not even up around the baked goods nor aprons on. But that wasnt the worst of it— no, they were just sloppy in general, having to remake coffees and not even knowing the measurements for each type. “Guess they have to start somewhere..” You hum, a small sigh leaves you although the man doesnt say anything back, clearly not taking a liking to his coffee being so delayed. Well, you cant exactly blame him.

Finally, you both stand to the side as the kids prepare your drinks, with you occasionally checking your watch considering you have to grab an uber to your producer's house for a quick meeting. You were close, practically growing up together since you went to the same university. Being late would cause problems though, and you tap your foot a little, wondering how hard it is to make a simple oolong tea. “Order 55 and 56!” You both step forward as always, reaching for your drinks until you realise this doesnt look like your oolong tea at all. Peeking at the label, you realise you had accidentally take his, hence ‘Simon’ written on the side.

”Think I took yours Simon.” You’ve got a little bit of a cheeky note to your voice since discovering this information about him, making him roll his eyes. He hands the cup over to you and reaches for his out of your hands. That’s when your brows furrow, realising why you even picked up the wrong one in the first place.

”Hey— this isnt even your drink. It’s a latte.” You hold it up to him and he peeks through the lid, eyes narrowing beneath his balaclava but settling again. “It’s fine—“

”No it’s not.”

Before he can try and stop you, you’ve already walked up to the counter and facing the lazy teenager there who had been mid-call with her friend. “He asked for a black coffee, not this.” You narrow your eyes at her, annoyed by her clear incompetence especially as she didnt seem to care at all that she was supposed to be working. “It’s just a bit of milk; he wont die.” She shrugs, only making you all the more annoyed as you pull down your mask. “Make a new one, now. Do you even know how many people would beg for a job of yours?”

The teenager is more shook by the fact you’re the jazz singer that she’s been a die hard fan of for the past year and she just embarrassed herself in front of you by acting like an idiot. “I- i’m so sorry! I’ll make it now!” She scurries off to make it, and you feel the presence of the soldier behind you again, glancing down at you.

“Didnt know you had a pretty face hiding beneath all tha’ ” He hums, noticing how your cheeks flush just a tad before you pull the mask back up.“Thanks, you didn't have to.”

You can only shrug, letting your hands fall from their stance on your hips. “It was nothing.. you’re right, they’re stupid kids.” He chuckles, watching the girl scurry quickly over and hand him the drink as she profusely apologises to you over and over.

The two of you leave the store, with you groaning as you pinch the bridge of your nose. “Damnit..” He raises a brow towards you, his mask crinkling slightly as you take your phone out, pulling up the uber app. “What’s wrong?” He murmurs, lifting his mask a tad to sip the coffee before lowering it again. “I won't be able to come back to this coffee shop anymore..”

”Oh? Too many fans?” Surprisingly his voice has a teasing lilt to it, making you look up at him with wide eyes before hiding your gaze again. “Yeah.. not that i’m not grateful but it can be tiring.”

”C’mon, i’ll give you a ride, that uber will take forever.”

He takes your number after he drops you off at your friend's house, leaving you with radio silence. Then, the next morning he sends an address, more specifically a coffee shop that he particularly likes and where you can start anew until the fans die down. Sometimes he’ll give you a ride after and he’ll even text when you’re late for your coffee run. It shifts into regular texts, longer conversations, brushing hands as you wait for your drinks he paid for, still with that same menacing stare. On an off chance he may just annoy you just a tad, leaning his arm on your head as you look up at him in horror before giving him a faux punch. “I’m not that short!”

Somehow, you end up meeting his task force, your hand held tightly in his. “T-this is your partner?” Gaz’s jaw is dropped just as much as Soap’s is, only Price chuckling at the whole situation. None of them had ever believed that Ghost would get a bird, especially not one as pretty as you are. “Hi everyone.”

You grin, finally pulling down your baseball cap and Soap nearly topples over right there and then. Gaz has his gaze flicking between you two, from Simon’s sharp eyes and black out to your bright face and sweet grin. “ What..?? When..?? How?!”

They drag you over to the couch promptly after, forcing you to tell them all about how you two met and if Ghost really is a softie after all. Meanwhile, Price pats Ghost on the shoulder, the stiff man still tense since he thought this whole meeting wouldnt go too well. “You know they wont let this go, right?”

“..I know.” Simon huffs, but he’s grinning behind the mask.

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Hold My Hand - J.B.

hi hello I have another entry for @elixirfromthestars 's cinema! this fic IS CA: BNW spoiler free, and I would appreciate for there to be no spoilers since I haven't gotten a chance to see it yet! thank you so much <3

rating: 18+

pairing: Congressman!Bucky x f!reader

tags/warnings: hurt/comfort, angst. mentions of blood/violence/hospitals, happy ending because I can't write sad shit

prompts: pretzel, Hold My Hand by Lady Gaga

word count: 3.8k (not sorry)

Pull me close, wrap me in your aching arms. I see that you're hurtin', why'd you take so long to tell me you need me? I see that you're bleeding, you don't need to show me again. But if you decide to, I'll ride in this life with you. I won't let go 'til the end.

When you got the news that there was a HYDRA attack happening in the Capitol building, you didn’t think. You took off from the Manuscript Reading Room in the Library of Congress, only one thing on your mind - or one person, rather. 

You ran as fast as your heels would carry you, getting across the street and to the steps of the building before you were stopped by security. You flashed both your federal ID and Avengers clearance card, which granted you access. You weren’t necessarily an Avenger, but you did work on their research and development team. And you were dating one. In order for you to stay quiet, you took your heels off, not wanting to alert anyone of your presence. Dating a super soldier, he’d taught you enough to keep your wits about you and defend yourself if he couldn’t be there to protect you. You tiptoed around, making your way to a stairwell so you could get to Bucky’s office. You smelled smoke as you got closer, and when you opened the door to the second floor, it was hazy. You knew you should turn back, but something in you said Bucky needed you. 

So you kept going. The destruction got worse as you got closer to his office, and when you reached it, the door had been blown off. You didn’t see him immediately, so you assessed for any threat of danger, and seeing no one around, you entered carefully. 

“Bucky?” you called out carefully. You heard a groan behind his desk, so you rushed over. You knelt down, your knees landing in a liquid - one you quickly realized was blood. His blood. “Bucky,” you gasped, trying to find the source of his bleeding. Even with his healing abilities, he was still losing too much too quickly. “What happened? Where are you hurt? Talk to me, baby,” you said with urgency, gently pulling him out from under his desk. He yelped in pain, and you felt terrible, but you had to help. He opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out, his throat already dry and eyes looking glassy. 

Once he was out from under his desk, you found the source of his injury: a deep stab wound in his femoral artery. Luckily, there was enough space for you to be able to put a tourniquet on him. You went to work quickly, taking his belt out of his pants and tightening it down to try and stop the bleeding. Unbuttoning his collared shirt, you tore a part of his t-shirt he wore underneath to pack in the wound. Your hands were shaking, eyes clouded with tears as you did your best to stuff strips into the gash. 

Weakly, he grabs your bloody hand, trying to stop your shaking. “Cupcake,” he breathes out. You look at him, lacing your fingers together. “I’m here, baby,” you promise him, voice cracking with your tears. He shakes his head, a small smile on his tired face. “I love you,” he says, and it looks like it takes all his strength. “I’m always going to love you.” “No,” you sob, “No, stop. Stop talking like that. You’re going to be fine.”

You didn’t believe the words coming out of your mouth, but you didn’t need to. You needed him to believe them. Because he had to be. This couldn’t be the way he goes out. You’d been with Bucky for two years, and loved him more than anything in the world. The thought of losing him felt like your soul was being ripped out of your chest. You leaned down, taking your free hand and pushing some of his hair out of his face. It smeared a bit of blood across his forehead, but you’d clean it up later. You pressed a kiss to his cheek, cradling his face in your hand. “Keep your eyes open, baby. Stay awake for me, okay? Help is coming. You’re gonna be fine,” you assured, whispering sweet nothings to him like they were going to keep him alive. You glanced down at his leg, and it seemed as though the bleeding was slowing down, but you didn’t know when help was going to arrive. 

Bucky’s breathing was shallow, every breath labored, but he was doing it. After another moment, Joaquin comes in, looking around for Bucky. You perk your head up from behind the desk, waving him over. “Over here,” you alert him, tears in your eyes. “Is he hurt?” Joaquin asks, eyebrows furrowed as he assesses Bucky. You nod. “Stab wound in his thigh. I put a tourniquet on it and packed it, just like he showed me,” you told him. Bucky was struggling to stay awake, but he was trying - fighting. 

Joaquin gives you a small smile despite the situation. “You probably saved his life,” he tells you, and while you know he’s right, Bucky is barely clinging to life. “Fix him,” you sob, letting Joaquin take over. He does, telling someone on his comms that they need a stretcher and medical assistance. The next few minutes were the longest of your life, trying to keep Bucky awake before help came. When it did, they had all kinds of medicines at the ready, pushing you out of the way to get Bucky stable. You found yourself standing next to Joaquin, and with one look at you, he wrapped his arms around your shoulders and let you sob into his chest. Bucky’s blood was dry on your hands, evidence that you did everything you could to save him, and you still weren’t sure it was enough. “We’re gonna follow him to the hospital, okay?” Joaquin tells you, feeling you silently nod against him. He leads you out of the office, glancing you over. “Hey, where’s your shoes?” he asks softly, and you nod towards the desk. You’d dropped them next to you before tending to Bucky. He goes to quickly retrieve your heels, helping you into them before getting you downstairs and out of the building. You catch a glimpse of Sam, who has a grim look on his face, but nods, trying to offer you some silent reassurance. You quietly follow Joaquin to Happy’s waiting car, ready to take you to the hospital. 

The car ride to MedStar Washington was silent. Happy didn’t try to engage in conversation, and you were grateful. Once at the hospital, he dropped you off at the emergency room doors, and told you to call him when you were ready to come home or if you needed anything. You nodded, giving him a grateful smile and a small “thank you” before walking into the building. Your pantyhose were still bloodstained at the knees, but you didn’t care. You went through the procedures of checking in as a visitor, brokenly asking where James Barnes was. “He’s in the trauma center, in room 4,” the receptionist tells you with a sad smile. You nod and begin making your way towards the trauma center, visitor sticker displayed on your grey blazer. You were doing research in the Library of Congress today, so you wore a grey skirt suit with a royal blue blouse, and you were laughing because your suit unintentionally matched Bucky’s today. You giggled and took selfies with him this morning, holding hands as he walked you to work. That felt like a lifetime ago. 

Slowly, you trekked to his room, steeling yourself for whatever condition he was in. Once you made it to the trauma center, you stopped at the nurse’s station. “Hi,” you greeted, voice strained. “I’m (y/n) (y/l/n), James Barnes’ girlfriend and emergency contact. How’s he doing?” You knew he’d signed the forms to have medical information released to you, which they had on file, so they should be able to give you updates. The nurse pulls up his chart, careful to keep a poker face before looking up from his computer. “He’s getting a second pint of blood. After he’s stable, he’ll need to go in for surgery to repair the artery, but we were able to get the bleeding stopped for now. Whoever packed the wound and put the belt on him as a tourniquet saved his life,” he tells you. He sees the blood on you, and knows it was likely you who did it, so he’s trying to offer some reassurance. “Is he going to be okay?” you ask quietly. 

The nurse gives you a faint smile as he nods. “He’s going to be fine.” 

You take a deep breath and head to Bucky’s room. You step inside carefully, not wanting to disturb him. You check his vitals, and he’s holding steady. His blood pressure is a little low, but everything else looks good. You quietly pull up a chair on his left side and take his metal hand in yours. You feel a slight squeeze from him, and it makes you smile. His second blood transfusion was almost done, and you knew he’d probably be heading in for surgery soon. “Hey, cupcake,” he rasps out, opening his eyes to look at you. He looked so frail in a hospital gown, despite his bulkiness. You carefully reach out and tuck some of his chestnut hair behind his ear. You loved when his hair was long like this. “Hi, baby,” you greet, your emotions threatening to spill over again. He nuzzles into the palm of your hand, the scruff on his cheeks and chin rough against your skin. “They said you saved me,” he states, looking into your eyes. You shrug and shake your head, dismissing him.

“I had to. I couldn’t let you go just yet. I won’t let go till the end, and this couldn’t be how our story ended.” The words tumble out of your mouth as you try to envision a world without Bucky. That wasn’t a world you wanted to live in. The corner of his mouth quirks into his signature smirk, and that alone makes your heart flutter. You grip his hand just a little tighter. “What happened, love?” He rolls his eyes, obviously annoyed with the organization that’s been after him for 80 years. “HYDRA found out about our mission to double cross them, found out I was undercover in Congress to try and expose them once and for all. Tried to take me out with a pocket knife. Dumbasses.” 

The fact that he was joking around and being sassy meant he was feeling a little better, which made her smile and chuckle a little. “Sorry the mission ended like this,” you apologize, looking at him with some sympathy. He shakes his head. “Not your fault, cupcake. I don’t know what tricks you pulled to get into the Capitol, but do not do that shit ever again, understand?” He looks at you, his voice slightly stern, and that makes you giggle. 

“No way. I’m coming after you every time. And I’m glad I did,” you say, staring him down. His cheeks flush lightly. “You don’t need to save me. That’s my job.” 

Your thumb strokes across his metal knuckles, reassuring him gently. “And you are my hero, Bucky. Always have been, always will be. But you don’t have to wait to tell me you need me. I can see when you’re bleeding, literally and figuratively.” He swallows hard at that, nodding. The one person he thought he could lean on was now stuck in the past, and while he had a few people he trusted in the present, namely Sam and Rhodey, he still got worried that he couldn’t always share his true emotions. With you, he knew he was safe, but he still had a deep seeded need to protect you. You were the one modern thing he loved. Your moment was interrupted by the trauma doctor and a cardiologist entering his room. You both looked up at the doctors, and you introduced yourself and shook their hands. They explained that since Bucky had been stable for the better part of an hour, they needed to get in and repair his artery before the temporary cauterization they put on him stopped working. It was enough to get him stable, but it wasn’t the permanent fix. They explained an operating room was open, so they were going to prep him for surgery. They said it shouldn’t take long, an hour or two at most. You soaked in the information, looking over at Bucky. He seemed a little nervous, and you knew why. You looked at the doctors. “Can you give us a minute before you take him, please?” you ask politely. They look at each other and the trauma doctor checks his watch. “We can give you two minutes, but we have to go after that. It is an emergency, and the cauterization won’t last,” he explains. You nod, understanding, grateful for the two minutes. They walk out, leaving you and Bucky alone. As soon as they’re out of the room, Bucky’s heart rate picks up. He looks at you with genuine fear in his eyes. “Listen to me, Bucky. It’s going to be okay. You’re gonna be fine, and you’re gonna wake up the same person you are now, okay? I won’t let them hurt you,” you swear to him, resolve and determination lacing your tone.

“You promise?” he asks, still worried, but trusting you. You nod, your eyes never leaving his. “I promise, lovebug.” 

He takes a deep breath, not feeling great but knowing you’re telling the truth. “Gimme a kiss,” he requests, and you smile, happily obliging him. “I love you, cupcake,” he grins, squeezing your hand with his metal one. “I love you, sweet pea,” you tell him, meaning it with your whole chest. Just then, the doctors come back in, telling you and Bucky it was time for surgery. You stand up from the chair beside his bed, and let the nurses get his bed prepped to roll him out. Before he leaves, you promise him that you’ll be right here when he comes back, and with that, he and his team are leaving for surgery. 

An hour later, the cardiologist comes in to his room to find you with a cup of coffee. You look up, your heart pounding in your chest. By the relaxed smile on her face, you were hopeful. “He did great. They’re closing him up now and once he wakes up from anesthesia, he’ll be brought back here. We’ll keep him overnight to monitor him, but he’ll be discharged tomorrow morning. The sofa in here turns into a bed, and you’re welcome to stay with him,” she explains, clearly pleased with the results of the surgery. “He needs one more pint of blood, and some more fluids, but with his advanced healing, he’ll be fine in a few days. He just needs to take it easy while he heals. He lost about half of his blood, which any normal human would have died from. He got really lucky. He’s lucky to have you, Ms. (y/l/n). He wouldn’t stop talking about you before we put him under.” 

The weight of everything comes crashing down on you, and tears well up in your eyes as you thank her. Bucky was going to be okay, and you were so grateful. The cardiologist steps out of the room, and you sit back in your chair, waiting for Bucky to come back. In the meantime, you text Happy, asking him to bring you an overnight bag and to retrieve your purse from the cloak room of the reading room you were in before this all went down. Your phone stayed in the inner pocket of your suit jacket, but your wallet and purse was still with your things in the cloak room. He texts back, affirming he would bring you everything. 

A half hour later, Bucky was back in the room, still dozing as the anesthesia wore off. While he was asleep, Happy dropped off your bag, so you went to the attached bathroom in his room to change. While you were in there, he woke up, calling out a gruff “Cupcake?” 

Immediately, you stepped out, only half dressed. You had your yoga pants and a sports bra on, and when you came into his view, he grinned. “Well, aren’t you a sight for sore eyes…” 

You rolled your eyes and came over to his side, lips brushing against his forehead. “How are you feeling, honey?” you ask, looking him over. He seemed to be doing okay. He had some color back in his face, not as pale as you saw him earlier. “Good. Sore. Better now that you’re here,” he answers, leaning back into his pillows. You adjust the one under his shoulders, leaning him back a little to make sure he was comfortable. “I’m gonna finish getting changed and I promise I’ll be right back, okay?” you tell him, kissing his forehead one more time before running back to the bathroom. You slipped on your t-shirt, an old AC/DC one, and quickly rejoined him at his bedside. You pulled up a chair again and dutifully enveloped his metal hand in both of yours. It held onto the slight chill of the operating room, so you did your best to warm it up. “They told me they’re keeping you overnight to monitor you, but I can stay, too. Happy brought me a bag. He brought you a change of clothes, too. We can go home in the morning,” you say softly. You see him nod, understanding why they want to keep him. “They said you lost half your blood…” you trail off, wondering if he knew.

You see his chest seize up for a split second, a sign that he knew and didn’t want to tell you. He sighs, and doesn’t dare look into your eyes. “I didn’t think I was gonna make it… When you came into my office, I--” he pauses for a moment, trying not to get choked up, “I thought my world was ending, and all I wanted was to be next to you.” 

“Bucky,” you whisper, holding his hand tighter. “Did the doc tell you I wouldn’t shut up about you?” he asks, trying to lighten the mood a little. You nod. “She did.” 

“Did she say what, exactly, I said?” he asks, eyebrow cocked in curiosity. 

“No, lovebug, she didn’t,” you affirm. You looked at him with the same curiosity, wondering what the hell that was supposed to mean. “Why?” you ask.

He shrugs, his bottom lip poking out. “No reason, I just may have spilled my guts and was trying to figure out if she ruined anything.” 

Now you were definitely confused. “Ruin what?” you pushed, trying to make sure everything was okay between the two of you. Noticing that you were starting to get upset, Bucky started rubbing his thumb in circles on the back of your hand.

“It’s all good, cupcake, I promise. I just have a… surprise planned soon, for our anniversary, and wanted to make sure she didn’t tell you, that’s all,” he explains, hoping it was enough to calm your nerves. It was. Relief crosses your face as you tuck some hair behind his ear again, just like you did earlier. 

“Okay, baby. I trust you,” you assure, a soft smile on your face as you stroke his hair. That lulls him back to sleep, and you stay like that for an hour or so until a nurse comes in to start his next bag of fluids and blood transfusion. They’re giving him some preventative antibiotics, too, so he didn’t get an infection. 

The nurse wakes him up to check his vitals and get his pain level, and while he tries to hide it, he reluctantly admits it’s a 6. So he gets some extra pain meds, and you help him order a late dinner, ordering a meal for yourself as well. 

After dinner, he’s tired but restless. You make up the pull out bed with sheets his nurse provided, and an extra pillow. You had your pajamas on, a tank top and shorts set, and the sight made him feel like you two were back home. But to him, home was wherever you were, so he supposed that as long as you were here, he could handle it. 

“Come get in bed with me,” he finally says, breaking the comfortable silence in the room. He scoots over a little, making room for you. You get in on his left side, not wanting to disturb his arm with two IVs in, or his injured thigh. You lay on your side, your arm draped over his soft middle. Since he’s been on an undercover mission and not training as hard, he’s gotten a little softer, and you adored it. Your hand splayed protectively over his stomach, and he covered yours with his flesh one. 

Your exhaustion was just about ready to take over, and he could feel your body getting heavier against his as you relaxed. Your eyes fluttered shut, relishing in the feeling of laying next to the love of your life. Just as you were about to drift off, his warm lips brush against the top of your head. “I love you, cupcake,” he whispers, metal arm squeezing you tighter against him. 

“I love you,” you whisper back, already half asleep. He finally lets you drift off, thanking his lucky stars for not only the blessing that is you, but for you saving him. Your third anniversary was in three weeks, and he had a four word question he couldn’t wait to ask you. Up until now, he was scared shitless about it, but now, as you lay in his arms, protecting him the best way you knew how, he realized that the butterflies in his stomach weren’t fear, but excitement. The two emotions had been conflated in his head for so long that he wasn’t sure he could name the difference. He can now. 

Bucky smiles as he falls asleep, letting the pain medicine take over his aching body. The future was bright for the two of you since he survived today, and he knew he could do anything as long as you held his hand.

So cry tonight, but don’t you let go of my hand. You can cry every last tear. I won’t leave till I understand. Promise me, just hold my hand.

[star4daisy]

18/02 - husband - 1272 words - @rosekillermicrofic

“Where is he?” Barty asked desperately as soon as he entered the hospital. “Where the fuck is he?”

No one answered him. The place was a convoluted mess, with people running around, crying kids and wounded people in the waiting line. Barty barely avoided colliding with them as he ran to the front office.

The line was so big he considered stabbing himself to get admitted, that’s when he saw his salvation in the form of one Pandora Rosier. Barty skipped the line to where she was way ahead, ignoring all the protests around him. If anyone tried to stop him, he wouldn’t be able to stop himself from getting physical.

“Do you know how he is?” he didn’t bother saying hi to her, he couldn’t make himself talk about anything other than Evan.

Pandora didn’t look nearly as distraught as Barty felt, but she had always been better at keeping her emotions in. It must run in the blood.

“Haven’t gotten any information yet, they said I needed to check here first.”

“Motherfuckers.” Barty cursed, ignoring the old lady in front of them who was sending him dirty looks.

It felt like an eternity before they were called, but Pandora only had two people in front of her in line. Barty let her do the talking, he wasn’t in the right headspace to be polite to anyone right now. Not when Evan was injured and Barty didn’t know how he was doing. Didn’t even know if he was alive. No. Barty couldn’t let himself go there or he’d lose his mind. Turn the entire hospital into ashes in his wake. Hell, he might let himself burn too so that he could meet Evan again.

“What’s your name, sir?” The lady finally turned to him after Pandora had already given all her information and Evan's.

“Bartemius Crouch Junior.” Barty had no patience to entertain her.

“Document, please.”

Barty gave it to her as quickly as he could, almost dropping it in the process, he didn’t know why his hands wouldn’t stop shaking.

“Okay, Mister Rosier just got out of surgery, he’s still at the ICU, so only family members and partners can go up.”

“Okay, I’m his partner.” Barty didn’t even blink, there was a time when it would’ve cost him everything to admit it, but now it came as easy as breathing.

“I meant legally,” she clarified with an apologetic look. “His sister can go in, but I’m afraid you're not on the allowed list.”

“Excuse me?” Barty’s voice went up without even meaning to. “I’ve been with him for years, we’ve known each other since we were eleven and you’re telling me I can’t fucking see him because we don’t have a stupid piece of paper saying we’re partners?”

“I’m sorry sir, but only spouses and family members are allowed, you’ll have to wait until he’s out of the ICU.”

“Wait my ass, I’m going in to see him.” Barty hit his fist on the glass separating them.

“I’m gonna need you to calm down, sir. Or you’ll be asked to leave.”

Barty’s laughter was brittle. “The only way I’m leaving here is if you're all on a casket if you don’t let me in.”

“Barty,” Pandora interrupted his tirade. “Evan is fine, he’s in the room now. He wouldn’t want you to end up in jail or worse when he’s okay.”

“Fuck off, easy for you to say when you can go in. I need to see he’s okay with my own eyes. I don’t believe this cunt or any of these useless motherfuckers.”

“Barty,” her tone was full of warning.

“I need to see him.”

“There’s nothing we can do.”

“Yes, there is,” and then Barty turned around and started running.

He had no idea where he was going, barely avoiding hitting running nurses, he heard footsteps behind him but gave it no thought, he had a one-track mind when he was determined and nothing made him as focused as Evan.

Barty saw a sign with ICU written indicating that it was located on the seventh floor and ran to the elevators. He pressed the button five times before he saw security coming in his direction.

“Shit,” Barty checked around him for anywhere else he could go when he saw the sign for the stairs, without thinking twice he threw it open.

Barty was out of breath before he hit the third floor. He wanted to kill himself. Fuck him for never accepting Potter’s invitation to do cardio with him. They reached him before he got to the fifth floor. Barty was never smoking again, he was so out of breath he thought they might have to call a doctor for him too.

Maybe they would have if Barty hadn’t punched the first security guard to reach him, or if he hadn’t kicked the second one making him almost fall off the stairs. Unlucky for him he wasn’t in his prime anymore after all the running, Barty should've dealt with them before running, maybe he would've had a shot but as it was now he was taken kicking and screaming bloody murder.

Barty spat blood at the security guards' feet as soon as they threw him out through the emergency exit, he hadn't even felt it when they hit him. “I’m gonna kill all you motherfuckers.”

“You’re lucky we aren’t calling the cops on you,” They warned him.

Barty paid them no mind, even though one security remained outside to watch if he was gonna try to make a run for it again. Barty had never been so pissed in his entire life. How dare they not let him in just because he didn’t have a stupid piece of paper saying Evan was his forever?

It wasn’t like they hadn’t already been committed to each other for years, Barty had simply never believed in the concept of marriage. Not when all the examples he had were bloody awful. But now, after this, he was making Evan his husband as soon as he got out of the hospital.

Barty was pacing in front of the hospital when he had his most brilliant idea, he wasn't sure what gave him the idea, but he knew it was the only way he was being admitted to the hospital again after the stunt he had pulled. 

Barty turned to the guard with a shit-eating grin on his face — he couldn’t stop himself — he was a bloody genius. Barty took out the pocket knife he carried everywhere he went. He was getting in there even if he had to draw more blood.

“Don’t even try it,” the man warned him, his eyes widening as soon as he saw the knife in Barty’s hand. “Stay back,” he said as he reached for his walkie-talkie and called for reinforcement.

There was no need, Barty just needed him to see what was happening. As soon as the others stepped back outside, complaining that he was still there Barty turned the knife and stabbed himself on his side.

“Oh, shit.”

"Crazy motherfucker."

“Oh my fucking god, hold him.”

Barty was still smiling when they stopped him from hitting the floor and carried him inside the hospital. He laughed when they admitted him to the ICU and said he needed immediate surgery. 

“Barty?” Pandora asked with worry when she saw him passing in a litter. He didn’t even see when they put him there. “What the fuck did you do?”

Barty got one glimpse of Evan sitting down on his bed with a frown on his face before he passed out.

Evan was alive.

It was worth it.

[wolfie200510]

Hi! Can you write about a reader who has eating disorders and Rafe helps her overcome them?

Autor's note: I didn't know much about ed so I have to Google it so I'm really sorry if something is not accurate. I tried my best to write this good and I hope you will like it. Also, I'm sorry you have to wait so long.

You're perfect - Rafe Cameron 💖❤️‍🩹

Pics are from pinterest. Dividers: @enchanthings

Summary: reader who has eating disorders and Rafe helps her overcome them

Warning: eating disorder, bullying, body imagine disorder, mention of drug use (I guess that's all)

You and Rafe are friends since you two are little. Your parents are good friends with his parents so you two always spent a lot of time together. You always played together when your parents were talking about business stuff. As you two grew up, you went to the same school, and you were happy that you two were the same age so you two were classmates too. In primary school, it was just the two of you. Only you were there for each other, you even studied together. But in secondary school, he befriended some other guys, and he started spending less time with you.

You didn’t mind it, you know that he needs guy friends too and you were happy that he found some other friends but you also missed him. You felt like he forgot you. But the truth was far from that. Actually, he started to fall for you and when he realized that he quickly acted and pushed you away because he didn’t want to admit it. Of course, you had some friends too, but you weren’t really close to them.

It also didn’t help that as Rafe drifted from you, people started bullying you. You didn’t understand why they did it. Of course, you weren’t as pretty as the other girls in your class, and you weren’t as skinny as them. Even your “friends” started bullying you. You didn’t want to let their words get to your head, but they did. The more hateful words you get, the more insecure you felt. You weren’t fat at all, you didn’t even have any plus weight, but some people still called you fat and ugly.

This bullying went to the point where you started eating less and less so you can lose some weight and you even started counting the calories. You often skipped meals and always told your parents that you just weren’t hungry. And you did lose some weight. You even started using makeup to be more beautiful, but the bullying didn’t stop. You felt that it just got worser. At first, it was just in school that you overheard people talk about you, then people told it your face and they said that they will never understand how Rafe could still be friends with someone like you, then some people even started bullying you on only.

As things got worser over the years, you were considering that you will tell Rafe about it, but you end up not doing it. You know that he has his own problems, and you didn’t want to bother him with your problems. That was until one day Rafe showed up at your place and he asked for your help. He told you about his addiction and how his relationship got worser with his father. You listened to him as he just talked and talked to you all night as his head rested on your chest, his arm wrapped around your waist, and you were playing with his hair.

“I don’t know what to do, Y/n. I’m sorry that I just dropped everything on you like that. Fucking hell, I’m sorry for everything. That I pushed you away and everything else. I’m sorry I only came to you now, but I didn’t know who else would listen to me” he said.

“It’s okay, Rafey. You know I’m always here for you and you can always come to me” you whispered to him, and he nodded.

“I want to stop with the drugs but it’s so hard. I can’t do it alone. Please help me” he asked you and lifted his head to look at you.

“Of course, I will help” you said which made him smile a little and you smiled back.

‘God, I missed your smile. I missed you so much. I was an idiot for pushing you away. But now that I have you back, I will never let you go’ he thought to himself.

Just as you promised to him that night, you help him overcome his addiction. It took a lot of time, and he fell back to using drugs a few times, but you never give up on him, and he was extremely grateful for you to that. He was grateful that you were there for him. With your help he got better and better each day, and now he has been clean for months.

Meanwhile he got better, you got worser. People bullied you more because Rafe started spending time with you again. You know, he is popular, and you were aware, he is very attractive, and a lot of girls like him. While you were just you. Sometimes, you had the urge to tell him about the bullying, but you never told him.

“I just don’t understand why Rafe likes her. I mean… did he see her? She’s not even pretty” you overheard a girl once, after school.

That girl’s words played in your head constantly and you tried to lose even more weight. You tried to act like everything was fine, but Rafe noticed that you eat less, and you started to skip meals. When he first came to you that night, he noticed how much weight you lost already but he didn’t think much about it. But now that he spent more time with you again, he noticed the change in your behavior and your eating habits.

As days passed, Rafe had enough. Whenever he asked if you wanna go out and grab some food, you always come up with some excuse.

Today, the same happened as always. He was at your place, you two were in your room when he asked if you wanna go out to have dinner, but you said no. You were sitting on your bed with a book in your hand as he was standing in the middle of the room.

“Why?” he asked you when you declined his offer again.

“I’m not hungry” you said and shrugged your shoulders.

“That’s a lie” he said “You didn’t eat anything today”

“I did it” you protested.

“Yeah. What did you eat?” he asked with a raised eyebrow, but you couldn’t answer to that, so you avoided eye contact and tried to focus on your book again.

He sighed and sat down next to you, taking the book from your hand then he placed a hand on your thigh.

“What’s wrong?” he asked softly.

“Nothing” you said quickly. Maybe too quickly.

“Please tell me, Y/n. You helped with my addiction. Whatever the problem is, let me help you. Please” he pleaded to you, but you shook your head.

Rafe opened his mouth to speak again but your phone buzzed with a notification. You know, it’s probably another hateful message from someone so you quickly reached for it, but Rafe was faster and grabbed your phone. When he saw the message his eyes darkened.

“Who wrote this?” he asked, his voice dripping with anger. He knew that he will make that person pay whoever wrote it.

“I don’t know” you mumbled.

“You don’t know?” he asked angrily but then he took a deep breath to calm himself.

You took your phone from him with a sigh and opened all the messages. He saw one message, so it wouldn’t change anything if you tell him the truth. You handed him your phone and he read every single message, and you see how his eyes darkened as he read more.

“How long this is going on?” he asked as he looked up at you and you see the anger in his eyes.

“For a while now” you admitted quietly.

“Why didn’t you tell me before? That’s why you lost so much weight? That’s why you don’t eat properly?” he asked you and you just nodded a little.

“I didn’t want to bother you with my problems” you whispered and turned away from him, but he grabbed you chin and forced you to look at him.

“You will never bother me, okay?” he asked firmly and all you could do was nod again “Next time, something like this happens tell me. And now tell me everything about it”

You sighed and wanted to turn away from him, but he didn’t let you. You looked back into his eyes and his eyes were pleading for you to tell him the truth. You sighed again but you told him everything. How it all started and how it got worser. His heart broke with every word you said. He couldn’t believe that he didn’t notice that sooner. That he didn’t notice that you’re struggling.

“Y/n… None of those things are true. You’re extremely beautiful. The most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid my eyes on” he reassured you “Don’t you ever starve yourself because of some jealous people” you smiled at his words as your eyes welled up and you nodded.

After that night, Rafe always made sure that you eat properly. He even decided to spend a few weeks at your place to make sure that you’re eating properly and don’t skip meals. He always woke up earlier and made some light breakfast for you. The first few times you didn’t want to eat it.

“That’s too much, Rafe. I’m not hungry” you protested.

“Y/n, please… You didn’t have to eat all of it. Only eat a little please” he pleaded to you, so you started eating what he prepared for you. To your surprise, what he made was delicious. Soon you get used to the fact that he makes breakfast for you, and you start waiting for it because he was always able to surprise you with it.

As you started eating more and more in the mornings, he took that as a step forward. He knew that you wouldn’t get better in a few days. He knew that dealing with eating disorder is not easy, but he desperately wanted to help you overcome it. You still didn’t eat as much as you used to, and you still said no whenever he offered to go out to grab something for dinner. But he was patient, and he didn’t want to force you to eat. He was just glad that, at least now, you have breakfast.

As a few weeks passed Rafe noticed that you finally started eating more. You eat more for lunch and sometimes you said yes when he offered that you two should go out to have dinner. Rafe knew that you’re still counting the calories, but he still took it as a success.

“You know, I’m so proud of you” he said after you come home from a restaurant, and you laid in his arms in your bed while he was playing with your hair.

“Really?” you asked and looked up at him.

“Yes. Really. I’m so happy that you eat more now and that you gained back a little weight. Don’t get me wrong, you’re always beautiful but you are much more beautiful like that” he whispered and pressed a kiss to your forehead.

“Thanks for helping me” you whispered.

“You helped me too. That’s the least I can do. And soon, you will get rid of counting calories too” he said determined.

Just as he said, he continued to help you and when he bought something for you, he always erased the calories from the packaging so you can’t check it.

“Are you serious, Rafe?” you asked when he did that the first time. He bought you some chocolate and you wanted to check how many calories it contains but it was all black.

“I’m dead serious. Just eat it and don’t worry about the calories” he said seriously.

As the weeks passed, he still did that, and you slowly get rid of the habit of checking the calories in the packaging. As Rafe saw that you stopped looking at the calories and that you finally started eating properly again, he was proud of you, and he was more than happy that he was able to help. The only thing that would make him even happier, if he had the courage to tell you how he actually feels about you. But he was afraid that you don’t feel the same so he decided to keeping his feelings to himself.

[lightlycareless]

Thank you for feeding the Naoya lovers 💛💛

I have two requests

- Naoya and y/n playing the pocky game

- Naoya bought some lingerie for y/n and she’s trying them on infront of him

Smut or not I would still eat it up 😫

Hello!!!

Always my pleasure 🙈🙈🙈 tajkghkjagjtks I'm so grateful you enjoy my work 🥺💖💖💖!!!

Now, thank you so much for your requests heheh one of them (the pocky one) is actually something I've been thinking about for a while now; just stuff from the hs au. While the other... thanks for the suggestion, now I won't be able to keep it out of my head 😭😭

I will get to that one of course, but for now, let's start with the pocky one 😼

warnings: fluff, highschool au. y'all met in jujutsu high. :) naoya is redeemed by the power of love hahahahaaa

Happy reading!

You getting a boyfriend is certainly one of the best things that could’ve happened to you; from a teenaged, hopeless romantic perspective of course—because not only do you get to be with the potential love of your life (which he is, you’ve come to gleefully discover soon enough)

But also get the chance to go through the endless list of activities to do as a couple you’ve secretly prepared with anticipation.

Naoya, at first, was a bit distraught by your enthusiasm. Completely unaware if these were things couples normally did, thus naturally worried that he wouldn’t be able to fit your expectations; but he’d eventually grow accustomed to your witticisms and even suggest some himself.

Though the pocky game was your idea.

“A game?” Naoya raises an eyebrow. “How could anyone make a game with this?”

“I don’t know, some are just creative like that—but I still want to try it out, pretty please?” you smile, batting your eyes at him. He chuckles.

“You know you don’t have to beg; I’ll do whatever you ask.” He responds, kissing the top of your head. “So… how do we do this?”

“Well, it seems we just gotta pick a pocky, grab it with our lips, and eat it! The first one that breaks it, or pulls away, loses. So, no holding back, hm?”

“And that’s all?” Naoya responds, skeptical about the supposed easiness of the game. Surely there must be a trick—or reward, given what usually happens to those stubborn enough to remain. “Alright. Then I hope you’re prepared to lose, don’t think I’m going on easy just because it’s you, mochi.”

“Ha! What makes you think I’ll be the one needing mercy?” You smirk, taking out a pocky and placing it between your lips. “Come on, let’s start!”

Having set eyes on the prize, Naoya quickly takes the pocky and proceeds to act out the method that always seemed to earn him victories: swiftly and precisely, with no chance for error.

Unfortunately, he didn’t count on the fragility of the pocky, breaking the moment he took an ambitious, big bite that left you startled for a second, wide-eyed as you observed his piece fall down before letting out a chuckle, amused by his eagerness.

“You have to be patient, Naoya.” You say, taking out another pocky from the box. “Or you’re not going to win like that.”

“You know I can’t be patient, princess.” Not with things like this, anyways. And it doesn’t help he’s naturally competitive, even with you.

“You’ll have to try.” You reaffirm, placing another stick between your lips and starting the game once again—

Which was continuously interrupted by one reason or another, from Naoya’s consistent eagerness to your own miscalculations, seemingly unable to follow your own advice when victory appeared to be within your grasp.

And the opportunities were quickly running out, only a few sticks left before you’d need another box.

But the premise of such defeat isn’t something that perturbed your mind much, for your attention would solely dwell on the look Naoya put on when trying to get closed to you: burning, golden gaze, a prominent frown, alongside tensed lips and even a small drop of sweat sliding down his forehead…

It was the sight of someone who took this lighthearted moment too seriously, and such, indebted to ease his pressure as well as amused by his act, you put the final stop to it by laughing.

“Oh, Naoya, I can’t take you seriously like this!” you giggle, letting go of the pocky —the last one— much to Naoya’s dismay. “it’s just that you make this funny face… I can’t focus anymore!”

“Hey! I was close!” He exclaimed, sounding genuinely disappointed. Naoya had just gotten the hang of it, why did you suddenly decide you weren’t interested anymore?! “Let’s get another box, I’m not willing to end it like this.”

“I think we’ve tried enough, Naoya, I’m tired.” You say, further confusing him. Are you teasing him on purpose?

“Don’t you want to see who wins in the end?” He asks, you shake your head.

“It’s no fun if you get all stressed about it! Besides…” you then wrap your arms around his shoulders, gently pulling down to you and placing a kiss on his lips. “You don’t need to win some silly game to get my kisses.”

Naoya is, past the eccentricities and glamour of his family title, a simple man at heart. All he needed was to receive your affection and he’d be fulfilled. No wonder classmates alike always waited for you to be near when delivering bad news, you were the only one capable enough to calm him!

“Will they be chocolate flavored too?” Naoya jests, sign that he was back to his usual self, and making you pout—but not as much when he says the following. “Though I suppose I prefer the tonkotsu ramen, taro mochi ones.”

“You—that’s gross!” you exclaim. “I’m never letting you kiss me after I eat ever again…”

“At least make promises you intend to keep, princess.”

“Well, at least I don’t get tachycardia when kissing!!” you gasp.

“You’re never letting that go, are you?” he blushes.

“No, it was too cute.” You smile, resting against his chest.

“Only because it’s you.” Naoya leans in for another kiss, which you reciprocate sweetly with a smile. “But do you seriously not want any more pocky? I find it hard to believe you’d pass an opportunity to sink your teeth on something sweet.”

“…Fine, you know me too well. But no more games!” you say. “Or I’ll start laughing because of your face…”

“You know what? We’ll just skip them entirely.”

“Oh, Naoya! It was just a joke! You’re actually very handsome, a bit goofy looking at times, but still handsome!!”

“I don’t want to hear it; you can get them yourself.”

“Naoya!!” you laugh. “Come on!”

He may stubbornly continue to put on an indifferent façade, exclaim he couldn’t care less about what you wanted now that you’ve seemingly offended you, but just as it was stated before it only takes a simple gesture, a soft squeeze of his palm, or batting your eyes to make him putty in your hands.

Because such is the effect of your affection, his commitment to you: to be the perfect boyfriend, willing to entertain all and every idea you could muster.

Even the trivial, surprisingly competitive ones.

Can’t it always be like this?

The ramen part is in reference to their first date, which you can read over here. agjksagkjsa it's all connected!!!

Anyways, I hope you enjoyed a sillier side of Naoya, the one that is very conscious of his appearance when it comes to you and wants to be seen nothing but manly 😂 also, he needs to win every single game, I do not make the rules lol.

Now, take care and hope to see you soon!!

p.s. if it wasn't because naoya has decided to please your every whim, he would've immediately discarded the pocky's and make out with you. you might've begged him to stop, and drop the idea of the game soon after hehe.

[daryltwdixon]

hi!! i’m kinda new to asks/requests (and also tlou), but was wondering if you were interested in writing a joel fic about his hard of hearing/partial deafness?

can be fluffy/angsty or whatever, just thought i’d put the idea out there (idk if joel’s deafness is written about a lot, sorry if it is) 🫶🫶

Joel Miller x Reader Only A Whisper

Fluffy Jackson!Joel who is afraid of feelings, of hope, of letting himself have something as good as you. But in the quiet of the night, when you think he can't hear, you whisper the words he’s too scared to say. a/n: I'm deeply in my feels with this one, anon! Thank you! x

Jackson was quiet at night. Peaceful, even. Some nights, she thought she’d get used to it, the way the stillness settled over the town like fresh snow. But other nights, it made her uneasy. A world that hand't been safe for years shouldn’t be this calm.

Still, it was easier with Joel beside her.

He slept on his side, always facing the door, always aware. Even here, with locked doors and walls stronger than most, his body never fully let go of the tension. His arm lay across his stomach, muscles loose in sleep but still there, ready. The old cotton of his shirt had stretched thin over the years, soft with wear, and she could see the slow rise and fall of his breathing.

She hesitated, watching him.

She didn’t know when it had started—the urge to say it. Maybe back on the road, when every day felt like a gamble, or maybe here, when he started softening in the ways only she got to see. Maybe it had been there all along, waiting, patient as the moon, for the edge of survival to wear off, for something gentle to take it's place.

She exhaled slowly, heart beating against her ribs like it wanted to jump right out of her chest.

Leaning in, she whispered, “I love you.”

Into the shell of his bad ear—the one that so often missed words here and there, the one that never caught anything quieter than a shout, or worse, a gunshot—soft as a secret.

He didn’t stir.

Her heart pounded anyway, some part of her half-expecting him to hear, to roll over and look at her with those dark, unreadable eyes and tell her she was being foolish. But he didn’t. His breathing stayed even, his body still.

She let out a small, nervous breath of relief, barely more than a sigh. Then, pressing her forehead against his back, she let her eyes slip shut and let sleep take her.

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Joel told himself it was just a dream.

The first time, it had caught him off guard. The words had burrowed under his skin and settled in his chest, warm and heavy. He’d kept his breathing even, forced himself to stay still. He wasn’t sure why. Maybe because it was easier to let himself believe it was a dream. A trick of his half-sleeping mind.

But now, the next night when the world was quiet again, she melted up to him once again. Her breathing was labored, hesitant, uncertain as she leaned into him, cuddling up against his back and lips curling near his ear again. Goosebumps rose over his neck at the feeling of her soft breath against him.

"I love you," she said. The words were muffled, like he was hearing them underwater, but there was no mistaking them.

Joel’s fingers twitched where they rested against the sheets. It wasn’t a dream.

The worst part was that he’d been waiting for this.

Waiting for the moment when her heart caught up to his, when she’d say the words he’d already felt pressing against the walls of his chest for weeks, maybe longer.

But now that it was here, he didn’t know what to do with them.

So he did what he always did—he stayed still.

Not because he didn’t want it. Not because it didn’t mean anything. But because it meant too much.

Because Joel Miller didn’t get to have things like this.

Not after all the years of losing, of holding onto things too tight just to have them slip through his fingers. Not after the things he’d done.

The kind of man he’d become.

A bad man. He knew it. Knew it in the way people looked at him, in the way Tommy had, once upon a time. In the way he carried the weight of every choice he’d ever made, every life he’d taken, every moment where survival had meant being cruel enough, brutal enough to make it another day.

And men like that—men like him—didn’t deserve this.

Didn’t deserve her.

And maybe, if he stayed quiet, if he let her believe he hadn’t heard, she wouldn’t have to take it back. So he kept his breathing even. Kept his body relaxed. Let her have this moment without consequence, without the weight of his knowing.

But he knew.

And now, there was no forgetting it.

A long moment passed, her body warm behind him, her forehead pressing gently between his shoulder blades. Then, with a slow sigh, she settled in and let herself fall asleep.

Joel lay awake long after she did.

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The next night, he listened for it.

Waited for it, like some part of him was hungry for it now.

And sure enough, when everything was quiet, when the warmth of the blankets and the soft rustling of the wind outside settled everything into stillness, she shifted behind him again.

He almost smiled. Almost.

"I love you."

It was different this time. Maybe the first few nights she’d said it for herself, testing it out, seeing how the words felt in the dark. But tonight, there was hope in the way she said it, like some part of her wanted him to hear, to wake up, to know.

He wouldn't let that side of him win—stubborn, stupid, cowardly Joel—couldn’t let her keep whispering into the dark, thinking she was the only one carrying it.

So before she could pull away, before she could tuck herself back into that silence, he rolled over, slow and gentle.

He could hear how her breathe froze, her eyes going wide as he turned to face her. He could just barely see her in the dim light, the way her lips parted, the way her fingers curled into the fabric of the sheets like she wasn’t sure if she should run or stay.

Sliding his arm around her waist, he tugged her in, letting her fit against him in a way that always felt so natural, so right between them. The moment stretched, and he could feel her heart pounding against his chest.

And then, low and rough with sleep, he murmured against her temple, “Might be hard of hearin’, darlin’, but I ain’t deaf.”

She stilled.

Then, after a long, trembling pause, she let out a tiny, wobbly laugh—disbelieving, breathless, like she was afraid to trust it. Afraid to let her guard down, to trust that he wouldn't make her feel like a fool for saying it.

Joel hated that.

He didn’t want her to doubt this. Didn’t want her to think for even a second that she’d imagined it, that it wasn't requited.

So before she could pull away, before she could talk herself out of it, Joel lifted a hand and cradled her face to bring her eyes to his, thumb sweeping gently over her cheek, brushing away a tear.

“Hey,” he murmured, tilting her face up so she’d look at him. “No, don’t do that.”

Her eyes shimmered in the low light, full of something fragile, something nervous, and his heart felt like it was constricting in his chest.

“I love you too, baby,” he said, voice warm, steady and tender. His thumb traced her cheek again, slower this time. “Have for a long time.”

Her lips parted, her breath shuddering against him, and for a second, all she did was stare, like she was trying to hold onto the moment, trying to believe it.

Joel didn’t let her second-guess it. He kissed her temple. Then the bridge of her nose. Then her cheek, slow and soft, like he had all the time in the world.

“Shoulda said it sooner,” he admitted, pressing another kiss into her hair. His grip around her tightened, drawing her fully against his chest. “Thought I was dreamin’ it all these nights.” He exhaled, warm against her skin. “And I’m sorry.”

She shifted, her lips brushing against his stubbled jaw, soft and lingering, "You bastard," he could feel her smiling against him, "you're lucky that I meant it,"

Then, when she let out another small, breathy laugh—lighter this time, softer—he finally let himself smile. Her arms snaked around his middle, holding tight, like she wanted to hang on forever, to never let him go.

He didn’t plan on letting her.

Joel’s hands splayed across her ribs, pulling her in, feeling all of her pressed against him. Warm. Safe. Real.

"Promise I'll make it up to ya, baby." he grinned sleepily as his eyes began to shut again.

And when she tilted her head, when she leaned up and kissed him—soft and sweet, giving in a way that made his chest ache—Joel finally let himself have this.

Just this moment, just this quiet night, wrapped in something so new, so foreign, something he never thought he’d get.

Something like hope.

[reallygroovyninja]

Lexa groaned as she collapsed onto the couch, burying her face in a throw pillow. “I hate this,” she mumbled, her voice muffled but dripping with frustration.

Clarke, standing in the kitchen, raised an amused eyebrow as she popped open a can of soda and walked toward her. “Which part?” she asked, though she already knew the answer.

Lexa lifted her head just enough to glare. “All of it. My body is a god damn mess. One day I feel normal, the next I’m burning up, then suddenly I’m crying over a commercial about rescue animals, and I swear to god, Clarke, if I crave one more weird food combination, I’m going to lose my mind.”

Clarke bit her lip, trying not to laugh. “You already made me drive across town at midnight for kimchi and tamales last Thursday. I don’t know how it can get weirder.”

Lexa scowled, flopping onto her back. “I can feel my hormones shifting. It’s like my body is testing out all the settings to see which one it likes best. Spoiler alert: it likes none of them.”

Clarke sat down beside her, tucking a strand of Lexa’s hair behind her ear. “You’re doing great, babe. This was always going to be an adjustment.”

Lexa exhaled sharply, running a hand down her face. “Tell that to the week I randomly went into heat. I wasn’t even due for one, Clarke! You came home, and I was practically” She cut herself off, her face heating.

Clarke smirked, tilting her head. “Oh, I remember. Pretty sure our neighbors do too.”

Lexa groaned again, throwing an arm over her eyes. “And then the next week? Nothing. Like my body decided it had enough fun and just went completely back to normal. Until the week after that, when I couldn’t even stand to be near you without feeling like I wanted to claw my way inside your skin.”

Clarke shifted, resting a hand on Lexa’s stomach. “We knew this would be unpredictable for a while. Your body is adjusting to something it hasn’t had to regulate on its own in years. It’ll settle, Lex. And when it does, we’ll be ready.”

Lexa peeked out from under her arm, searching Clarke’s face. “You say that now, but when I’m crying at three in the morning because we ran out of cherry garcia ice cream, you might reconsider.”

Clarke grinned. “I’ll stock up.”

Lexa sighed, closing her eyes as she let Clarke’s touch ground her. “I just want to feel like myself again.”

Clarke leaned in, pressing a kiss to Lexa’s lips. “You’re still you. Just a slightly moodier, hornier, unpredictable version.”

Lexa huffed but didn’t argue. “You’re enjoying this too much.”

Clarke smirked. “Maybe just a little. But I love you, and we’re in this together.”

Lexa sighed. “I know. That’s the only thing keeping me from completely losing it.”

Clarke started rubbing Lexa’s stomach. “It’ll get better, I promise.”

Lexa closed her eyes, willing herself to believe it. “I just need to get through this adjustment… at least until I’m pregnant. Then my hormones will have a whole new reason to torment me.”

[lovelywritinglady]

Failures

Suguru Geto x fem!reader

In which you lose your relationship to Suguru Geto.

Set during the Hidden Inventory Arc. Angst, fluff, mentions of blood, murder, sad themes, break up, reader is a sorcerer. Mentions of showering together. Nothing sexual. I’ve had this one in my drafts for way too long! I am open to a part two if it’s requested.

Your pov

“Suguru, dammit, be careful.” I warned him as the anxiety was eating me away.

“Baby I’ll be fine. Satoru and I are the strongest. I can guarantee that this mission will be successful.” He boasted giving me a kiss on the forehead before heading out.

“Just please, I have a bad feeling.” I slightly yelled as he began waking away.

“Don’t you worry, everything’s gonna be fine.” He waved off as he set off on his mission.

Something in me knew that it wasn’t going to be alright. My boyfriend and Satoru are indeed the strongest. Most of the time they can do anything even if they’re slacking off, which is most of the time. But this time it felt as though my very soul was screaming that it wasn’t going to be okay. That they weren’t going to be successful. That there was going to be something that was going to go wrong and I hoped it wasn’t my curse technique telling me so.

The next day I walked into principal Yagas office. I bowed showing my respect as I awaited my own mission call. The nagging feeling in my chest still hasn’t gone away but I decided that it must be nerves. I pushed my h/c out of my face trying to look more presentable.

“Is something troubling you L/n?” Yaga questioned as he continued making one of his dolls.

“I’m just worried for Satoru and Suguru.” I responded honestly

“They’ll be fine. Despite the importance of this mission and some of the dangers involved, I am more than confident that those boys will be successful.” He said confidently

“I hope you are correct on this Mr. Yaga. And I hope I am very wrong about this.” I spoke doing my best to swallow the nerves bubbling in my body.

A few days later, news of the incident reached the school. All of my peers teachers were scrambling to understand what happened and how the strongest sorcerers could fail. To my knowledge, someone intercepted their mission making success slim. I knew that once everything settled down that I would ask what happened to the mission that my Geto Suguru was so confident about.

The next day the boys returned. I made my way to great them at the entrance of the school hoping to give them some comfort in this horrible time. As soon as I saw Geto my heart skipped a beat but quickly broke seeing how utterly defeated he looked.

“Geto, Gojo!” I called out

“Oh hey y/n.” Gojo replied giving me a small smile before waking past me with a solemn expression.

“Suguru.” I whispered walking up to him as I placed my hands softly on his shoulders.

“Y/n.” He said looking into my worried eyes. “Good to see you’re still just as beautiful as ever.” He spoke looking down on my face

“Thank you. Let’s get you something to eat.” I said focused on taking care of him.

“I’m okay, not hungry think I might go shower. You’re free to join if you want.” He whispered in a tired tone

“Of course, let’s go.” I smiled giving him a quick hug.

Suguru proceeded to hold me for longer than I anticipated. I felt his poor body shake slightly. His head was placed securely in the crook of my neck. His grip was hard but I could tell he needed this. He needed to feel something good.

After we showered together we laid on his bed hugging each other close. The room was dark and there was no noise other than the fan blowing in the left corner. Suguru laid on my chest holding me close as I stroked his beautiful black hair. We laid like this for about ten minutes when I heard him snuffling into my chest. Immediately I felt worried and hugged him closer to my chest.

“Suguru baby, can you tell me what’s on your mind if you feel comfortable?” I asked placing a lingering kiss on top of his head.

“I failed y/n… I failed something so simple all because of him.” He whispered his voice raspy

“Him? Who was he?” I asked softly

“That damn bounty hunter, Toji Fushiguro. He killed her and defeated me without even an ounce of cursed energy.” He paused lifting up off my chest as his tears lingered on his saddened face. He looked at me, pure anger filling them. “Y/n, the only reason he won was because Satoru finally learned how to use cursed energy. All while I was laying there in a puddle of my own blood.” Suguru spoke through gritted teeth. “I’m so damn weak!” He spoke louder getting up off the bed and walking to the window.

“Suguru, you’re not weak! What happened was a surprise you couldn’t have know about Toji.” I replied walking to him placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. He quickly shook it off turning his shaking body around to me.

“I did know though! I knew something wasn’t right! I knew that this mission was too damn easy!” He snapped. “You weren’t there you couldn’t have known!” He added making my heart ache.

“I did know.” I spoke after a small pause. “I knew something felt off and I tried to warn you.” I admitted tears welling in my eyes.

“So you’re blaming me?” Suguru asked as I could tell he was starting to think irrationally.

“Suguru I’m not saying that at all!” I defended feeling hurt that he would think that.

“Then what are you saying? What are you saying y/n!” He barked his eyes showing pure anger.

“Suguru I know you’re upset right now but I need you to calm down a little.” I pleated feeling slightly scared.

“Don’t tell me what to do! Not you!” He yelled louder brushing past me as he opened the door.

“Suguru where are you going!” I called out as frustrated tears fell down my cheeks.

“Away!” He called out walking down the hall.

“Suguru, please!” I pleated standing in the hallway as I watched him quickly walk away.

My heart ached as it beat faster than it ever had before. All I wanted to do was talk to him and support him but the right words abandoned me. I shook with frustration and sadness. I felt for Suguru and what he and Gojo had to go through. However, I knew I didn’t deserve his words and I hoped that he would come to his senses and talk to me again. Although I was sympathetic to his anger, I knew that I didn’t deserve it.

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A few days have past and it seemed like Suguru is avoiding me. I’ve tried asking Gojo about where he could be, but even he doesn’t know. Both of us seemed to realize that neither of us had seen him. What’s even worse is that once of our classmates was killed. Haibara was the sweetest and most positive person imaginable, especially in this line of work. Emotions were high and all I wanted to do was be in the arms of the man I loved even despite our last conversation. Despite the recent sadness, class resumed as usual with me and Gojo being the only ones to attend.

“Y/n, I’m sure he’s still upset about how it all ended.” Gojo said tapping his fingers on his desk.

“Yeah, I understand that. But it’s just not like him not to at least let us know where he is.” I replied holding my head in my hands looking at the blank chalkboard.

“That mission was the hardest one both of us either went on. I’m not sure you were told, but both of us nearly died. The only reason we survived was because my reversed curse technique finally decided to work.” Gojo spoke as my eyes widened with shock.

“You guys almost died!” I exclaimed as my heart filled with worry.

“Yeah, guessing he didn’t tell you that.” Gojo responded seemingly shocked himself.

“No, I can’t believe he didn’t tell me.” I whispered feeling ashamed about the last conversation I had with my boyfriend.

“It’s not your fault y/n. Neither of us saw what was happening. Not even me, and I’m suppose to see everything. Hell, I wasn’t even there for Haibara.” Gojo said through gritted teeth.

“Gojo, you both are alive and that’s what matters now. And Haibara is definitely not on your either.” I reassured holding his shoulder feeling my heart clenched at Haibara’s name being mentioned.

“Yeah, I guess so.” Gojo trailed off looking out the window with a solemn look on his “perfect” features.

“I’m going to try find Suguru.” I announced getting up from the hard chair.

“I’ll come with!” Gojo spoke happily

“Sure thing, I just hope he’ll talk to us.” I replied as my nerves began rising.

“Hey, it’ll be okay.” Gojo spoke as though he could read my thoughts and placed a comforting hand on my shoulder.

“Yeah, it will be.” I said even though part of me didn’t believe it.

———

We searched the entire campus for him, even double checking his usual spots multiple times. We tried calling him multiple times but his phone straight to voicemail. Both of us started to panic slightly and Gojo’s “cool guy” attitude began to fade. We both didn’t want to, but we decided to go to the principals office and ask about his whereabouts. Once at the principals office, both of us wakes into the dim lit room feeling hopeful that he might know where sour Suguru was. I decided to speak but was promptly cut of by the principal himself.

“Good, I’m glad you’re both here. Saves me the trouble of finding you both.” He spoke with an unfamiliar tone. “It’s about Geto, it appears we have some troubling news about him.” He spoke looking at us with a solemn expression.

“What about him?” Gojo spoke up stepping forward with a scowl on his face.

“I’m sorry to say but he sad been banned from Jujutsu society and is now a dangerous criminal.” Yaga said clutching his fists.

“What the hell do you mean!” I exclaimed fear and anger filling my body. “What the hell did he even do?” I asked

“He murdered his parents and slaughtered an entire village.” Yaga spoke bluntly.

“No! I don’t believe that!” Gojo exclaimed grabbing onto Yagas jacket pulling him closer. “Don’t lie to me old man!” Gojo added as his voice was laced in disgust

“Gojo, back off! That’s not gonna help anything!” I proclaimed pulling him off our principal.

“Dammit!” Gojo yelled storming out of the building. I decided not to follow him and instead stayed to speak with my principal.

“How could this have happened!” I asked hoping me might know the change in behavior.

“All we know is that this last mission hurt Suguru Geto, but nothing could have prepared us for this.” Yaga paused picking the bridge of his nose in frustration. “Did he say anything to you that might give you some clue as to why he might of committed such a serious crime?” Yaga asked straightening his back

“W-we had a fight and he stormed out. But he never mentioned anything about wanting to murder his parents a-and innocent people. Gods, his parents were so sweet, how could he do that to them!” I replied as my grief began to hit me.

“I’ll need to talk to other students and staff about his behavior. I’m sorry L/n, but he’s been ordered to be executed once found.” Yaga announced.

“I understand.” Was all I could manage to say after a brief pause. What could I say knowing the love of my life has a death warrant?

“L/n, I would appreciate if you would help us find him. I know that this request seems unreasonable, but if any one should be able to find him, it’s you.” Yaga spoke softly

“W-what!” I whispered yelled appalled by what Yaga had just dared say to me.

“L/n, please calm down.” Yaga asked walking towards me attempting to touch my shoulder.

“Back off!” I snapped stepping away from him. “How the hell could you suggest that!” I yelled as my body began shaking.

“I know this request is tough but you are a sorcerer and as as sorcerer it is your duty to uphold our laws!” He replied with tears streaming down his eyes as I could finally see that this was hurting him too. I paused looking at him. This strong man that never showed really any emotion was crying. My own eyes filled with tears as broken sobs left me.

The emotion was too much for me to handle and before I knew it I was running out of the building, just like Gojo had done a few moments ago. Yaga out for me, but I was too focused on leaving to acknowledge him. There was no where in particular I wanted to go, I just knew I needed to get away from the school. I ran and ran until my legs felt like jelly and my lungs burned.

Finally, I realized I was in the city with a few civilians looking at me strangely. I was too tired and thirsty to care about their looks and whispers. After catching my breath, I decided that I needed a drink. I patted my pockets and thankfully felt my wallet in them.

“Thank goodness.” I whispered as I walked to the nearest cafe which was just across the street from where I stood.

After walking in, I was greeted with the sweet smell of the fresh baked pastries. Normally I would love to have one of those. But this time all that was on my mind was a drink or anything that would quench my thirst. Just as I was about to order my f/d, I felt a small tap on my shoulder. Quickly, I turned around and to my shock there stood my boyfriend.

“Suguru!” I spoke wrapping him in a bone crushing hug. He hugged me back kissing my cheek as he did so. After a moment, he let go grabbing my shoulders as I held onto his arms.

“Good to see you y/n.” My boyfriend spoke as though no time had passed.

“Where have you been.” I questioned him feeling relieved that he was here.

“I’ll tell you in a moment, for now I’d appreciate if you’d follow me. There is someplace I’d like to take you.” Suguru spoke too calmly as though he had rehearsed this conversation.

“S-sure.” I replied feeling uneasy about the tone of his voice. I defied that my drink could wait, and finding answers was far more important in this moment.

“I’m glad, and you look lovely today.” He commented even though he didn’t seem genuine.

“Thank you.” I replied feeling uncomfortable

———

Suguru then grabbed my hand and the two of us walked out of the cafe together. The sun was about to set at this point and the sky was absolutely beautiful. For a moment I felt peaceful and relaxed even though I knew of his crimes. Part of me didn’t believe him and and I knew that where ever he wanted to take me that he would need to give me answers.

We walked throughout the city as he guided me in silence to a small park. It was the same park that he confessed he feeling to me a few years ago. Normally, I would fit this sweet but now now, not when that uneasy feeling was creeping in again. I looked to Suguru, who had such a serious expression on his face.

“What is it y/n.” He asked eyes focused ahead.

“Nothing, just what are we doing here?” I asked slightly cringing at how nervous I sounded.

“I thought you loved this place?” Suguru asked as he suddenly stopped and looked at me.

“I do, just” I paused trying to decide if now was the time to rip the bandaid off.

“Just what baby.” He questioned sounding eerily sweet.

“I know what you did Suguru. Please t-tell me if what I heard is wrong!” I pleated deciding that now was better than never.

“That’s why I I brought you here y/n.” He stated still sounding way too calm.

“Please, just tell me what I heard is false.” I said again as I could feel my heart beating against my rib cage.

“What you heard was true.” Suguru spoke as my entire world crashed down upon me.

“What.” I whispered as panic began to sink in. As if Suguru could sense it, he grabbed my shoulders as if he was steadying them.

“No, no! Y/b you need to understand me before you react!” He exclaimed as we made eye contact.

“Explain what?” I asked coldly

“Why I did what I did. You see I had a realization that we are going to die if we continue down this path.” He started looking at me with determination in his eyes. “If we keep fighting all our lives they will amount to nothing. What causes curses, love.” He added using my favorite pet name.

“Humans.” I replied as I was trying my best to contain my anger.

“Exactly, so if we just kill all of those useless monkeys, then we don’t need to fight anymore! Y/n, we can live peaceful lives without curses. We can get married and have children without the fear of them being killed by a curse!” He explained with an excitement that I had never seen before.

I pushed him away from me absolutely disgusted the would say such vile things to me. “What the hell is wrong with you! You’re talking about a fucking genocide!” I yelled finally releasing my anger

“Call it what you want, but this is the path I’m taking. The reason I’m telling you this myself if because I want you to join me.” Suguru spoke going back to his calm demeanor.

“W-why would I join you? You killed your parents Suguru!” I spat as I could feel frustrated tears pricking my eyes.

“My parents were filthy monkeys so killing then wasn’t a problem.” Suguru replied shrugging he shoulders like it was no big deal. “And Like I said, for our future together. You’ve talked about having children one day. I want that too, but I can’t do that if those monkeys are around making curses as though it’s as easy as breathing!” He said as I could tell he was filed with an unquenchable thirst for violence.

I stared at him filled with shock and rage, but also mourning for the man I once knew. Because my Suguru Geto would have never said such things or rather thought them. He would have never killed his parents or threatened genocide. Worst of all, he would never drag me into something he knew would hurt me.

“Y/n, my love this is a good thing. I love you and this is the best way for us to be together.” Suguru said pulling me into a hug. My entire body was screaming for me to pull away but I knew my decision and this hug might be the last I would ever receive from him. I held him so tightly, not that he would notice. I felt him sigh as I held him as his head placed itself upon mine, but not before he kissed it gently.

“Good, I’m glad you’ve found your path to me.” He whispered comfortably

“I love you too.” I replied as I cried into his chest.

We stayed like that as the sun finally set. Our breaths were in sync and we held each other. My body was screaming at me to finally give him my real answer but being in his arms felt so right, so natural. But I knew that I couldn’t keep living a in a fairy tale any longer. Reluctantly, I pulled my head from his warm chest that I’ve grown so accustomed to and pulled away from his comfortable arms.

“Are you alright, my love?”Suguru asked with visible concern.

“I love you so much, but this is not the life that I want for myself.” I spoke solemnly as tears fell down my face.

“What! I don’t understand you seemed fine just a moment ago.” Suguru said taking a step away from me.

“I know, but I can’t allow myself to follow you no matter how much I love you and how much it hurts to walk away.” I admitted as my body trembled.

“You’re making the biggest mistake of your life. I’m offering to let you live in a peaceful world that I’m building to protect you and you’re turning me down!” He exclaimed looking at me with disgust.

“I don’t want that! I don’t want peace built on the blood of innocents!” I clapped back starting to feel my anger spike.

“I don’t think they are innocent! Those filthy monkeys are the reason that curse killed your brother! You really want those creatures around!” Suguru lectured as my heart panther at the brutal reminder of my past.

“Don’t you dare bring him into this Suguru! Those humans don’t mean to make them! You and I both know that, how could you be so damn blind!” I exclaimed feeling hot with anger.

“Fine then! You want to be a disgrace that’s on you! I don’t need to be with someone so disgusting that she’d risk the lives of her own people over trash!” He spat looking at me with fury.

“Suguru, you don’t mean that!” I sobbed as I felt my heart break so hard I began to feel numb.

“You brought this on yourself Y/N, I truly hope one day you realize I’m right. But for now, looking at you makes my stomach turn.” He spoke coldly looking right through me as though I was the ugliest thing he’d ever seen.

“I could say the same to you, Geto.” I spat matching his look. For a second I thought I saw his face soften as I called him by his last name but it quickly went away.

“Goodbye L/n, I hope we meet on equal footing someday.” Geto said his voice going back to being eerily calm.

“Goodbye.” Was all I managed to say I I turned away from the man I loved so dearly. I heard no response from him as I walked away. The only sound I heard was him letting out a frustrated sigh as he too walked away.

———

The cold night sent chills down my spine as I struggled to keep myself warm as I began my slow journey back to the school. My body felt so numb, not just from the cold but from the disaster of a day I had. The love of my life confessed to being a cold blooded murder with no remorse for his victims. He’s now a genocidal maniac and there was nothing I could truly do about it. I couldn’t kill him, let alone call Gojo in fear Geto would kill me if I tried.

I felt so lost, so broken, and so done with everything. All I wanted to do was cry, scream, and wake up from this horrible nightmare. No matter how much I tried, noting could comfort me. I knew as I walked through those busy streets that my life changed forever and nothing could stop it. But what I did know, is that I needed to get stronger. Because one day I knew that I would see Geto again. Only this time I might have to kill him.

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[akookminsupporter]

JIKOOK KARMA STRIKES AGAIN… AND SO DOES THE CHAOS

Jimin and Jungkook talking—or better yet, teasing us—really took me back to that last Wlive they did with Joon and Tae, when they were teasing us about AYS. It’s that same chaotic energy, where they drop just enough hints to get us all curious but refuse to spill the details. And now, once again, I’m sure the average Jikooker is sitting somewhere, wondering what kind of stories they were referring to and why they’re suddenly ‘worried’ that we might go somewhere.

Like… go where exactly? What is it that we’re supposed to be running away from? Or towards? Are they concerned we’ll collectively lose our minds and ascend to another dimension? Do they think we’ll all log off en masse? (Unlikely. Jikookers have survived worse. We don’t log off.) Or are they, for some reason, imagining us physically running somewhere? The way they worded it was so dramatic, and considering how… well, dramatic they can be, I wouldn’t put it past them to exaggerate on purpose just to wind us up.

Now, I don’t know about you guys, but the first time I read that whole conversation it sent me in a completely different direction. Hobi said that he’d heard some of these stories before and they made him laugh so hard his stomach hurt and I swear, my first thought was that they were talking about something so funny that we’d all end up running to the bathroom because we’d be laughing so hard, we’d pee ourselves. That was genuinely my first assumption ajajajajajjaaj. I don’t know if that’s me oversharing, but I promise you, that was my immediate thought process when I saw their conversation. Like, they weren’t just hinting at something mildly amusing—they were acting like these stories were comedic gold.

And honestly? Knowing Jimin and Jungkook, I can totally see it. These two have always had a way of getting themselves into ridiculous situations, whether it’s by accident or on purpose. They’re the type of people who will be completely serious one second and then somehow descend into absolute chaos the next. The number of times they’ve been caught making each other laugh uncontrollably, to the point where they’re falling over, hitting each other is endless. So, I can only imagine what kind of things they’ve been through that they personally find hilarious.

But what really gets me is the way they spoke about it. Like, the absolute drama of it all. The way they said it was so unnecessarily intense. It’s such a Jimin and Jungkook thing to do—acting as if they’ve lived through some wild, untold saga when in reality, it’s probably just them being absolute menaces and laughing at the dumbest things. And yet, here we are, hanging onto their every word, waiting to hear what exactly happened. I just know that whatever these stories are, they’re going to be peak Jikook behaviour. I. CANT. WAIT.

Now, Switching topics for a moment—because I need to talk about this—if there’s one thing that has been proven time and time again, it’s that ‘Jikook karma’ is very real. I mean, we’ve seen it play out so many times over the years, and it just keeps happening.

Like, take what happened recently. A few days ago, I saw some Jikookers talking about how the vecinas were up to their usual nonsense, this time about a restaurant. Apparently, the restaurant itself had to step in and clarify some things, which, of course, immediately made the vecinas furious. And what did they do in response? They started sending hate to the restaurant owner and blaming BHM for everything under the sun—again. Like clockwork.

But that wasn’t even the only thing going on. For some reason, the vecinas and Solos also decided to revive their weird obsession with trying to prove that Jimin and Jungkook don’t spend time together. They went back to claiming that the two of them don’t share a dorm—or whatever it’s called in the military—and that they don’t even see each other, which is just… fascinating, considering the fact that Jungkook himself already said otherwise. So, in other words, they were basically calling Jungkook a liar.

And what happened next? Classic Jikook karma. Because not only did Jimin confirm that he and Jungkook do share a dorm (or sleep in the same place, however, you want to phrase it), but both of them also casually mentioned that they’ve been through so much together—so many incredible and probably hilarious moments—that they can’t wait to tell us about them… even though they’re not sure if they can tell us. Like, they want to share, but maybe they shouldn’t. I mean, if that’s not the ultimate ‘Jikook karma’ moment, I don’t know what is.

Now, back to the fun part of all this—because I need to focus on that instead of the nonsense—Jungkook absolutely killed me when he said, "June 11th!" basically implying that the day they’re discharged from the military, they’ll spill everything. The way he just threw that date out there so confidently was hilarious, like, that’s when you’ll know everything! I love him, but yeah… I don’t see that happening.

I don’t know if being a Jikooker has made me pessimistic because deep down, I feel like we’re not actually going to hear these stories they were bragging about today. Like, I want to believe it. I want to trust that they’ll actually spill, but something tells me they won’t. They’ll either decide last minute that it’s too embarrassing, or they’ll just keep hyping it up without ever giving us the details. And honestly? That’s fine. We should be used to it by now. If anything, it’ll just be another inside joke for the fandom. After all, it took almost four years for us to finally hear about the ‘rainy day fight’. Four years. So if we have to wait another few years to hear these new stories, well… I guess we just have to be patient. Again.

[mad-serotonin]

New Haikyuu charm designs!!! 🐦‍⬛ 🐈

I just ordered some samples and I’m excited to show them off when they arrive!

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Also! To all Haikyuu friends send me asks if you wanna chat about the series, ask questions, or have any sketch requests! (I’ll do the same for other series too : )

[withdenim]

Terrified by how this is gonna play out. Dragon/oni imagery in ninjago has famously always ended well for the characters involved.

[tecnestheim962]

Day 4738281984747477281020494922994728 of missing rosegarden

[thestarlightforge]

“COME WITH ME”