#I’m not dizzy though while I am but I already was it’s a tired dizzy not this

[yoohyeon]

I hit my head while painting, it hurt 😭

[sainns]

LIKE OR LIKE LIKE.

𝓢. ㅤㅤthis is the the first time you've ever gotten drunk and of course you go and confess to your best friend.

SJYㅤ✶ ㅤ (⠀femreader⠀) . . . best friends to lovers (kind of, they don't explicitly start dating), fluff, alcohol consumption, reader gets drunk, not proofread.ㅤ1428 words

“i’ve never seen her drunk before,” sunghoon points to where you’re leaning against the wall.

jake turns to look at you, watching as you talk to chaewon. you’re continously taking sips of your drink, a sleepy smile on your face as you listen to your friend’s (most likely) drunk ramblings. he can tell you’re tipsy, at the very least; your body is swaying, it seems like you’re having a hard time staying upright.

“yeah.. i’m gonna go lay her down before it gets worse. i don’t want her to wake up sick,”

sunghoon gives jake a knowing look, shrugging as he takes a sip of his own drink, “predictable,”

“what?”

“nothing,”

sunghoon grins, patting jake on the head before walking away to—jake assumes—bother his girlfriend. the older boy shakes his head, running a hand through his already messy hair, turning around once more to watch you.

this is the first time you’ve ever gotten drunk, he thinks. you’ve mentioned before that it’s because you’re scared of how you’ll act, not wanting to embarrass yourself in front of them. he’s glad that you’re more comfortable now, and at least you’re only here with them, your friends, and not at some party full of strangers and weirdos.

he watches as chaewon pats your back, albeit a little forcefully, before she leaves to find someone new to bother. he also watches you attempt to follow her but give up halfway through your first step. he smiles to himself, heading over to where you’re standing—or leaning.

“oookay, no more for you. you can’t even stand straight, dude,” jake takes the red solo cup away and out of your reach, giving you an amused smile. you pout but you don’t put up a fight—you can’t, not fully anyways. if you could, though, you would tell him that he’s being dramatic; six shots and half a cup of jungle juice is hardly anything.

“c’mon, you can go lay down in my room, you look tired,”

“okay,”

you make a move to walk by yourself but jake steps behind you, placing his hands on your waist so that he can guide you away from your friends. it feels like your senses are heightened to a dangerous level because why do you get goosebumps the moment he touches you? you squeeze your eyes shut, forcing your heart to calm down.

somehow you make it to his bedroom without stumbling a whole lot (this is 100% thanks to jake; you were sure that you wouldn’t have been able to do it yourself), and he taps your side, signaling for you to sit down on his bed, which you do.

he kneels down and pulls your shoes off, setting them on the floor. he pats your thigh, leaving yet another wake of goosebumps on your skin, “stay here, ‘kay? i’m gonna go get you some water,”

“i don’t want any,” you whine, “i’m tired, not thirsty,”

“yeah, well, you’ll be thirsty in a little bit,”

“no, i won’t,”

“yes, you will. you’re drunk,”

you huff, throwing yourself back on the bed, “am not. also you’re so annoying. i don’t want water, i always drink water,”

jake snorts at your antics, tucking his head away as he tries to keep from laughing too loudly. after a few seconds, he calms down and looks back at your figure, smiling fondly. you can’t see him, your eyes closed as you hum some random song that he hasn’t heard since he was ten years old.

you look so serene, he doesn’t want to disturb you. he figures he can just tell sunghoon or someone to come bring some water or he can wait for you to fall asleep.

“i’m sad,” you huff, sitting up slowly.

“why are you sad, hm?” he rests his head against your knee.

you frown at him. his words felt slightly condescending. not that you really cared, in fact it kind of made you feel dizzy. wow, he’s just terrible. looking at you all worried, taking care of you while you’re (not) drunk.

“because of you,”

he sits up at that. he looks like a dog who heard the word ‘snack’ or something. of course, he wasn’t happy. he looked more worried than before, in fact.

“me? what’d i do?”

“you’re just annoying,” you whine, “you know, i like you and it’s kinda funny ‘cause i’m, like, so obvious about it,”

“you like me? like like me?”

“well, actually, i love you,” you pause, “you’re not very smart, now that i think about it. how’d you even graduate? did you cheat? i think everyone knows but you. this is so awful, i can’t believe i had to go and like someone so oblivious. you’re lucky everything else cancels that out,”

“wait, wait, wait. you love me? that’s..” jake asks, his face flushed, completely disregarding everything you said after your confession, “yn, you’re.. you know, you’re drunk,”

“oh, okay,” you push his head away, “look, i’ll tell you tomorrow, ‘cos i really mean it and you’re so annoying and it’s, like, oh my god,” you say something else after that but he can’t tell what. not with you speaking as fast as humanly possible paired with drunken slurring.

he nods slowly, processing your words, “yeah.. okay. you can’t forget, alright?”

you grin, poking his cheek, “duh, i have an amazing memory,”

your amazing memory may be your downfall. surely, you had drank enough to wake up the next morning with zero memory. isn’t that what usually happens when someone gets so drunk they tell their best friend that they like them? not even like, you said you loved him.

and now you’re laying in his bed, face pressed into his pillow, absolutely mortified at your past self’s actions.

you’re never going to speak to him again. you’re going to get up, put your shoes on, and sneak out. yeah, it’ll seem like you’re doing the walk of shame, god forbid anyone catches you, but that’d be less embarrassing than having to talk to jake.

you don’t get the chance to attempt to escape, though, because jake walks in right as you’re weighing your options.

“hey, are you awake? it’s two in the afternoon,” you hear him place a glass on the nightstand as he sits next to you.

you could pretend that you forgot.

you feel his hand rubbing your back, “i heard you groaning, get up,”

“i don’t want to,” you mumble into the pillow, pressing your face into it harder.

“i can’t hear you, you know,”

you groan loudly, picking your head up, “i don’t want to get up,”

“why? are you embarrassed?”

“i didn’t do anything embarrassing,” yes you did.

he nods, “nah, you didn’t. i was just checking, you get embarrassed easily,”

you’re quiet for a moment after that. his hand is still rubbing your back and you can feel your heat beating against your chest. you want to pretend that you forgot about last night but for some reason you can’t. you want to bring it up despite feeling nauseous at the thought of being rejected.

“i like you,”

he smiles, “yesterday you said you love me,”

you gape at him and he laughs loudly. you want to kill both him and yourself.

“i’m sorry—i’m kidding.. i like you too,” he hums, tilting his head, “no, actually, i love you,”

you frown, “you’re embarrassing me,”

he laughs again which makes you want to both laugh and hide away from him, “god, you’re so cute. i kinda wanna kiss you, is that okay?”

you almost say yes before you remember that you just woke up not even twenty minutes ago and you are not going to kiss him with bad breath. especially not when you were drinking the night before.

“i just woke up,”

he leans forward, close enough that you can just barely lift your head and you’ll be able to kiss him, “so?”

“no,” it pains you to do so but you turn your head away from him. you know he won’t kiss you if you don’t want him to but you’d probably fold and kiss him if he kept staring at you like that, “you can.. uh, later. after i brush my teeth,”

he turns you over onto your back, smiling above you brightly. you gasp at the sudden movement, your heart racing yet again (you should go to the hospital), “promise? i really wanna kiss you right now,”

you laugh, reaching your hand up to move his hair out of his face, “yeah, i promise. i really wanna kiss you too.”

[vettelinyourarea]

lavender haze - toto wolff

genre: fluff, slight angst(?)

word count: 1,061

inspired by lavender haze by taylor swift

warning: s-word, age-gap, english is not my first language

this is the first fict i've ever written

Meet me at midnight

Staring at the ceiling with you

Oh, you don’t ever say too much

And don’t really read into

My melancholia

You have been seeing Toto for a couple of months now. Nothing official, just a little date here and there. One day though, when you and Toto went on a date in Monaco, you both were caught by a paparazzi and it’s messy from that point. 

Here you are, at 2:30 am, sitting in your bed, mentally debating whether to send the message you have typed to the man you have come to care deeply in such a short amount of time.

I don’t think I can handle this, Toto.

By 3:00 am, the man himself is standing at your door. You didn’t expect him to be awake when you send the message 30 minutes earlier. But here he is, hugging you in your bedroom. Holding you while you cried on his chest. 

You have come to realized how different your lives are. Him, being the team principal of a big Formula 1 team, he is used to the media and the press. He is used to all of the public attention. But you’re just a student. Taking your master’s degree, you are not used to the public attentions and the press. 

But he’s here, comforting you. He’s here, coming to your apartment at 3 am just because you texted him. He’s here, despite all of the crazy schedule he has tomorrow. And he’s here, hugging you, comforting you, whispering to you.

“You’re okay, love. I’m here, I will always be here with you.”

I’ve been under scrutiny

You handle it beautifully

All this shit is new to me

I feel the lavender haze creeping up on me

When you first agreed to go on a date with Toto, you knew your relationship would not be the easy one. Having a relationship with someone way older than you is not easy for anyone, let alone the fact that he is a popular Austrian billionaire that will always gather a lot of attention wherever he goes.

Slut, gold digger, you called it. You knew some people would call you those disgusting things the moment they caught glimpse of you two holding hands. But knowing the fact in advance doesn’t make it easier for you. But still, neither of you care about the public perceptions. Because you and Toto knew for a fact that your feelings for each other is real. Both of you have fall in too deep with each other. You both also knew for a fact that the relationship you both have currently would become official in no time. 

The hate, the criticism. Those things only make you fell deeper for the man who is currently sleeping besides you.

All they keep asking me

Is if I’m gonna be your bride

The only kinds of girl they see

Is a one night or a wife

I find it dizzying

They’re bringing up my history

But you aren’t even listening

Going out on a busy weekend night is definitely not your smartest decision. But do you care? Not really. You do get annoyed when paparazzi started to follow you and ask questions about your relationship with Toto. Even though the guy is not even with you at the moment. You would have no problem to talk about the man you have grown to love, but not with them. Not in the situation like now.

You and Toto have officially been in a relationship for 6 months now and the press knew it already. But all they keep asking you is when are you and Toto going to get married. As if marriage is the only kind of romantic relationship. Of course, you grew tired of it, but you held on, not telling Toto about how uncomfortable you are.

But when the press starts to bring up your past relationships, all hell break loose. Toto was the first one to found out about the articles. No, he is not mad at you, of course. “I’m not mad at you, love. Why would I be mad at you because of your past? You are mine and I am yours now,” he said when you asked him.

And that is the truth. He is mad, no scratch that, he is furious at the media because why would they dig deep into your past life? You are not a public figure. You are in the public light because you love him. “I’m sorry that you have to go through these because of me,” he said one night while holding you. “Why would you apologize? I chose to love you first,” you had answered. And he kissed you softly as a reply, and you feel one single tear from his eyes, drop on your cheek. 

Talk your talk and go viral

I just need this love go spiral

You and Toto were having dinner at his house when he first asked your permission to talk about your relationship publicly. People knew about your relationship, of course, but neither of you have ever talked about it to the public. It was one year after your relationship become official. With his age, you knew your relationship with him would get serious very quickly. 

You also don’t care if your relationship become public or stay private, really. You just want to love him and be loved by him. And you already knew how in love he is with you, even without announcing it to the world. You don’t care about what the public thinks of your relationship. With that being said, of course you let him to talk about it.

So, on the next day when he has an interview, he openly talks about your relationship for the first time.

“Yeah, she’s everything I need and she’s the one who keeps me sane in this crazy world.”

That lavender haze

I just wanna stay

I just wanna stay

In that lavender haze

You are sitting with Toto in your shared house. After 4 years of dating and 2 years of marriage, he somehow still managed to give you butterfly. After all those years together, he somehow still managed to take your breath away when you looked at him. Even after all those hard years together with him, you both are still in that lavender haze.

[peterdarlingg]

Bad Habits

warnings: none

Paring: Peter Parker x Reader

Synopsis: Peter is still getting used to your habits.

A/n: surprise, I finally wrote something! It’s not the best and it’s a bit short andd it’s not edited so just a warning. Gif is by @peterrparkor But I hope you enjoy none the less and any feedback would be appreciated. 🩷

“What are you doing?”

Peter sat up on the couch brows furrowed, looking at you as you abruptly got up, stood there for a few seconds and walked into the kitchen.

“I want eat brownies so I’m gonna make some.” You stated simply.

“Okay…” peter trailed off. You often did that sort of thing. You would be sitting down together and then an idea would pop into your mind and if you really wanted it you would go do it. He was still kinda getting used to you doing that.

It was 3 am and you woke up hungry. You decided you were craving a big mac. So you proceeded to get up, put on a jacket over your pajamas and left Peter a pillow to cuddle instead.

“Where the hell are you?” Peter sounded over the phone. He was pissed.

“I was hungry so I went to get a Big Mac.” You said nonchalantly, unaware of peter’s state.

Unbeknownst to you, peter woke up suddenly, not sensing you next to him while he was stirring in his sleep and didn’t find you there sleeping soundly as you were next him.

After looking for you all over the small apartment and not finding you, he started to panic. Frantically pulling at his hair and calling you after you didn’t answer like 2 times.

“What…now?” He asked incredulously.

“Well, yeah.” You answered still oblivious to peter’s panicked state. “Well, why were you not answering your phone?” Peter pressed.

“Oh, I’m sorry pete, I have it on silent mode so I didn’t hear it.” You said feeling a bit guilty.

“Okay, when are you getting back? I miss you,” he pouted, starting to calm down knowing you were safe. “I’m already on my way back. I’ll be there in 5.”

When you walked through the door that night happy with your purchase and ready to devour the sandwich, peter was already waiting at the door and enveloped you in very, very tight hug. “Pete, can’t breathe.” You told him voice strained.

“Sorry, sorry.” He pulled away and gave you a passionate kiss that left you dizzy.

You looked at him, he looked tired and his hair disheveled you fussed from running his hand through it too many times, and suddenly you felt really guilty.

“I’m really sorry Peter. I promise to tell you what I’m doing next time. I just- before I moved in with you- before we were together, I’d just- I was alone…and I was just running on autopilot just doing whatever came to mind. I guess I’m still getting used to not being alone…” you trailed off.

“Baby, it’s okay.” He hugged you and kissed your temple. “We’re okay, I was just worried about you, I’m sorry if I came off a bit harsh.” “No, you didn’t I’m sorry. I promise from now on I’ll never leave without telling you, it’s just a habit, a bad one at that.”

Peter cuddled you extra harder after you ate and went to sleep that night.

That was the first time Peter experienced this habit of yours.

“You know…” peter trailed as he walked over to you. “Spider-man can just swing to get you some brownies and be back in like 5 minutes.” He said cockily. “Yeah, yeah I know.” You rolled your eyes, smiling getting out the ingredients.

“It’s better from scratch.” You said smiling.

“Fine, I’ll indulge,” he rolled his eyes playfully.

“There’s no difference though,” he said under his breath. But you heard him. “Peter!” You looked at him angrily but the look in your eyes informed peter that you were just joking around. “I’m sorry, I’ll help, how do I help?”

You started telling Peter what to do. He mixed the dry ingredients while you mixed the wet ingredients and in 10 minutes the brownie batter was ready for the oven that you had preheated.

“I’m actually really excited, I’ve never baked anything before.” Peter said giddily as he sat down on the couch with you to continue watching the movie that was playing.

“Really? Never?” You asked him. “Yeah, I’ve never had the chance to I guess,” he looked a bit embarrassed, and suddenly you were reminded of Peter’s life and how hard he had it. You made it your mission to always make him happy because he deserved nothing else but. Your timer went off for the brownies and you shot up from the couch. “Yay, they’re ready!”

“Oh my goodness these taste amazing,” peter moaned as he tasted the delicious goodness of the fudgy brownies that you made together. “You were right.” Peter told you sheepishly.

“Right about what?” You asked mouthful of brownies.

“Brownies from scratch are better.” He said smiling eyes crinkling.

You smiled at him adoringly and you both continued to eat your baked goodie together, sitting in comfortable silence.

[iwritesickfic]

I would love to read a story about Theo getting sick while Seamus is away for a few days, and he comes back to find Theo with a bad cough and some other symptoms. Bonus if his cough is so bad Seamus has to take him to urgent care to get a nebulizer or something!

anon i know you've been waiting MONTHS for this fic, thanks for your patience and i hope you enjoy <3

The moment Seamus walks through the front door, he hears it. Deep, crackling coughing. He sighs, putting down his suitcase. 

“Theo?” He calls. Leave it to his boyfriend to contract some miserable virus in the only four days they’ve been apart in months.

“In here!” Theo’s voice calls, sounding distinctly hoarse. Seamus leaves his things in the entryway, only bringing his extra large airport coffee with him into the kitchen. 

His heart clenches when he sees Theo, who’s in the middle of another violent coughing fit. He’s standing by the kettle, a cutting board with uneven lemon wedges and a ginger root that looks like it’s been peeled with a blunt butter knife in front of him. One of his hands is gripping the counter, the other catching his hacking coughs. He’s almost gasping between them, and when they finally taper off, it takes him a while to catch his breath again.

He’s pale apart from the flush on his cheeks, swimming in one of Seamus’s sweatshirts.

Seamus lays a hand on his back, and he messes with his hair self consciously.

“Hey. Welcome back. What’s up?” He croaks, and Seamus’s hand rubs his back in slow circles.

“Nothing really. What’s up with you?” He asks pointedly, and Theo sighs, half laughing. He gestures to the butchered lemon and ginger in front of him with a shaky hand.

“Can’t fucking peel to save my life is what,” he says, and Seamus can’t help but laugh too. He kisses Theo’s cheek, and it’s predictably feverish against his lips.

“Sit down, I’ll show you.” 

Theo struggles up onto the counter, muffling a few coughs into his sleeve when he’s done. The cough seems desperate to get something up, but nothing is moving in his chest. Seamus catches a hint of a wheeze in his breath, but it goes away quickly enough that he turns his attention back to the ginger. A spoon is sitting alongside the paring knife, and Seamus laughs again.

“Were you using a spoon?”

Theo shrugs.

“What else am I supposed to use?”

Seamus shakes his head and takes the knife. It’s about the dullest one they have, which explains the lemon.

“A peeler. Or a knife. Sharpness is the only requirement,” he teases as he makes quick work of the root. He could do this with his eyes closed he’s done it so many times. He chops off about an inch long piece, then chops that in half, dropping one into the mug already on the counter, and grabbing another mug from the shelf. “Big ginger wants you to think you can do it with a spoon but that’s absolute bullshit.”

“Ok, well this is why you can’t leave me here all by myself,” Theo teases back, though his eyes are distinctly tired.

“Well you also caught the plague. Clearly,” he says, passing one of the steaming mugs to Theo. He cups it with both hands and sighs, though his breath is short.

“Just…a cold,” he says, voice soft.

“Sounds like more than a cold,” Seamus says, resting his hand on Theo’s knee. “I’m happy you took the day off though. And you’re not even bedridden.” Usually at 10 in the morning on a Friday Theo would be in the studio.

Theo rolls his eyes and takes a sip of the tea. He winces as he swallows.

“Max cancelled. And Elise. So…” He trails off, then quickly puts down his mug as he starts to cough again, wet and desperate. Seamus rubs his thigh, and Theo looks almost dizzy when he’s done. “I don’t know. I’ve had this fucking bitch of a cough since Wednesday and I guess they were tired of it.”

Seamus frowns.

“They probably wanted you to get some rest. And knew you wouldn’t be the one to cancel.”

Theo shrugs, eyes half lidded.

“Or they were annoyed I was messing up every take hacking into the mic.” He sniffles, and picks his tea back up with shaky hands. Seamus is puzzled by this turn in the conversation. Maybe it’s the fever making him irritable.

“You don’t think they like you? Or…would be worried about you?” Theo shrugs again, face blank. “I mean, Max, Elise…they’re your friends.”

“Now,” he says, and Seamus steps closer, so he’s between Theo’s knees. He lays his palm on Theo’s chest. He looks so exhausted, so miserable.

“C’mon,” he says, and Theo coughs again into his elbow. It leaves his breathing even tighter than before.

“Seamus, we both know when my number’s up none of these people will give a fuck about me,” he says, and his voice breaks on the words, from the tightness in his lungs or something else, Seamus can’t tell. His heart aches, and he cups Theo’s hot cheeks. He forces their eyes to meet.

“I’ll always be here,” he says, and a small smile tugs at Theo’s chapped lips. “Me and Zeke.”

“I know.”

Theo’s always had issues trusting people and their intentions, and after what happened in the wake of their breakup four years ago - blocked numbers, paparazzi leaks, closed door shit talking - it got even worse. It’d all been substantiated. All those fears and worries were proven right. So who was Seamus to tell him that wasn’t true?

Still, he doesn’t often talk about these kinds of things, and Seamus regrets bringing it up when he’s already sick as a dog.

“You’re sure it’s not the plague?” He finally asks, pressing his palm to Theo’s scalding forehead. He makes a soft sound, leaning in the touch, before it becomes another fit of coughs. The wheeze is pronounced now, his breath sounding like it’s coming through a straw.

“Could be,” he finally says, one hand on his ribs.

It only takes a ten minute video appointment with his doctor to get him a prescription for albuterol, and Seamus is thankful for the millionth time that anything and everything can be delivered in New York City. 

By noon Seamus has made soup, set up camp on the couch, and prepped Theo’s nebulizer with the prescription. In only a few hours, his cough has gotten even worse. His breathing is tight and noisy, and his fever has jumped a degree and a half.

Seamus’s heart throbs again when he walks into the living room with their bowls of soup. Theo’s fumbling with the mouthpiece of the nebulizer, huddled under a blanket with his knees pulled up to his chest. 

Seamus doesn’t have to say anything, just pushes his hair back off his face, and Theo hands him the small device. Almost every breath is followed by a few weak coughs, and Seamus wastes no time in handing it to him when he’s finished.

The first few inhales have him coughing, and Seamus rubs his back.

“What are you in the mood for?” he asks as he grabs the tv remote. “And don’t say bake off.”

Theo scoffs inside the rubber mask.

“I’m dying. I want bake off,” he says, voice muffled by the plastic. He coughs weakly, though it already sounds better than it did.

“Can we watch a different season at least?” Seamus already knows the answer.

“Season 5,” Theo says, leaning against Seamus’s side. His breaths are growing deeper, steadier. Seamus kisses the crown of his head, settling into the carefully arranged nest of pillows and cushions.

“Season 5 it is.”

[indulgencecentral]

Warm Me Up

AKA when you need more than blankets to fight the cold

Pairings: Suguru Geto × gn!reader

Genre: smut and fluff oneshot

Warnings: Established relationship, nicknames, (sugar, darling, love) fluffy sex for the sake of it, Suguru wears glasses, reader is a bottom.

MDNI

A/N: If it isn't obvious already, giving Suguru the nickname 'sugar' is my favourite thing in the world because he deserves a reverent nickname. I wrote this because it's cold where I live, but I always wear shorts and therefore am plagued with icy coochie syndrome. I also wrote this while listening to All Mine by Plaza.

The two of you had been reading in companionable silence sharing a blanket as you sat at opposite ends of the couch, feet tangled together. Occasionally you would look up from your book to admire Suguru, his hair falling into his face as he read with rapt attention, a pang in your heart when you realised how pretty he was. 

Flame crackled in the fireplace, and empty mugs of hot chocolate rested forgotten on the coffee table, and still, you found yourself chilly all over. 

After catching yourself staring at your lover for the fifth time, you sighed and put your book aside, sliding Suguru’s bookmark between the pages of his novel and clambering into his lap. Automatically, his free arm went around you, and you waited till he finished the paragraph he was reading.

“Hello darling,” he said, his eyes sliding to meet your tired ones. His voice was a rumble in his chest, and you burrowed closer, relishing his body heat.  

“Sugar,” you sighed into his chest. “I’m cold.”

Placing a kiss on your forehead, he drew the blanket tighter around you, pulling you into his solid embrace. “Better?”

You hummed in affirmation, lavishing kisses on his jaw. “That’s not where I’m cold, though.”

At this, he laughed, tucking your hair behind your ear. Had watching him while he read made you horny? Yes, yes it had. But could you be blamed? There was something so attractive about his soft hair in his eyes, the glasses resting low on his nose, his intense focus, the way his jaw ticked and brow furrowed, the way his hands spread the ages apart.

“Where are you cold, then?”

You threaded your hands through his hair, nails scratching lightly along his scalp as you pulled his mouth to yours. “You know where,” you whispered against his lips, a barely-there brush of his mouth enough to make your breath hitch. 

Suguru pulled you into his lap, hands sliding low to cup your ass. “Do I?”

“You do,” you nodded, drunken on his closeness, the lingering scent of his cologne and aftershave making you dizzy as he squeezed your ass. 

“And how would you like me to warm you up?”

You tipped his head back, your mouth making a mess of his neck, teeth grazing along the soft column, the apple of his throat bobbing with each kiss and lick. “Please, Sugar, I’m so cold,” you whined brokenly, paying careful attention to the sensitive speck of skin beneath his ear. 

Instead of replying, his hand traced the sticky heat of your crotch over fabric, your knees buckling when he did. “Like this, love? Is this of you want?”

You ground against his stiffening cock, your motion enough to draw a groan from him. “Let me feel you, sugar,” you moaned, rubbing yourself against his thigh. 

“I’m all yours, darling.”

Your hands found him then, drawing his thick length from his trousers, pumping the shaft gently, whimpering when his hands found your nipples. He kneaded them softly, capturing your bottom lip between his teeth as you slid down on his cock, moaning as you felt him warm up your insides.

Settling on his hips, you mewled as he thrust up in you, shallow slow fucking with no intention of an orgasm, just warmth, comfort and that gorgeous feeling of being linked together. 

Every time he shifted beneath you, the steady pace of your breathing stuttered a little, and every time you nipped at the canvas of his collarbone and neck, his eyes shuttered. 

“Better now?”

You snuggled into him, a sleepy daze clouding your senses. “So much warmer.”

With another kiss upon your temple, you heard the rustle of pages as he picked up reading where he’d left, his length snug inside you. 

Yeah, you thought as you drifted off to sleep. This is the best way to warm up in the winter.

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[shion-yu]

Day 9: Overdramatic Patient

655 word Ryo and Alex drabble for @sicktember. For muse’s sake I interpreted this prompt as person A thinking person B is being dramatic, but they’re really not.

Whoever said idiots can’t catch colds was deeply wrong, Alex thought to himself. They definitely could, because Ryo had been milking this cold for over a week now. They had both caught it at the same time, and while uncomfortable it hadn’t been anything serious. A low grade fever, a cough and congestion. Alex had a headache and Ryo had been nauseous. But overall, they both seemed relatively okay and hadn’t spent more than a day off from their normal duties.

Until now.

It was evening, and Ryo was insisting he was too tired to do absolutely anything: including making dinner, even though it was his turn to cook. Alex was sure he was just saying this because Ryo hated cooking.

“Get up,” he said, tugging at Ryo’s hand to try and convince him to get off the couch. “We’re both all better. You can cook.”

“I can’t,” Ryo whined. “I’m dying. Seriously, I feel like crap, Alex.”

“You’re fine. You didn’t even have work today,” Alex said irritably. He’d been with Elliot all day working on a song they just couldn’t get right, and he was frustrated. Ryo hadn’t had work and had gotten to sleep in. 

Ryo coughed as if it were to prove his point. “I’m sick. Just order pizza.”

“We had pizza already this week,” Alex said. “And you’re not sick anymore.”

“Yes I am,” Ryo pouted. “I have a fever.”

“You don’t have a fever. Neither of us have had a fever since like three days ago. Get up.”

Ryo sighed but finally complied, pushing himself up and off the couch with a dramatic wince and shiver. He did look kind of pasty, Alex thought distantly, but it was probably just from napping all afternoon. He sat at the kitchen table on his laptop as Ryo puttered around, clumsily getting out the ingredients to make grilled cheese and tomato soup. That was fine with Alex - he didn’t mind simple. He just wanted not-takeout.

He was startled away from the screen when he heard Ryo swear and a butter knife clattered loudly to the floor, spinning until it hit the leg of the table. “Are you okay?” Alex asked, standing. He became confused when he saw Ryo pressing the heel of one hand to his head. “Ry?”

“I got dizzy,” Ryo muttered. 

Alex stepped forward in concern and cupped Ryo’s cheek instinctively - it was burning hot. “You didn’t say you had a fever,” he said. Then - “Well, I thought you were just being dramatic. You’re really sick?”

“I told you I don’t feel good,” Ryo groaned. “I think I’ve got something else.”

Alex made sure the stove was off and then led Ryo back to the couch, his hunger and annoyance disappeared now. He sat Ryo down and then grabbed the thermometer from the bedroom, handing it to Ryo to take. 

102.1.

Alex took the beeping instrument back, cringing at the flashing number on the screen. “What is it?” Ryo asked.

“102,” Alex said reluctantly. 

“Told you so.”

Alex bit back an irritated comeback, because Ryo had in fact told him so. He just hadn’t believed it. “Yeah. Let’s get you in bed.”

He led Ryo to the bedroom and helped him change into pajamas before lying down under the covers. Ryo shivered and asked Alex to stay. “Don’t go,” he said. “I’m not mad.” Alex hadn’t said anything about thinking Ryo was mad - but he had definitely thought it. 

“…Okay,” Alex said. “Thanks.” Once upon time, Alex would have been irritated by Ryo assuming how he felt. But now he knew it was only supposed to be comforting, and in this particular instance Ryo was right. Alex had worried Ryo might be mad that he hadn’t believed him about being sick. Hearing that he wasn’t put his building guilt to ease. Still, he’d definitely be spoiling Ryo a bit this time around. It was the least he could do.

[luna-is-lost]

UNDERWELCOMED

CHAPTER 13

Sir POV:

A fleet of great men and women lost in a signal day…

15 of our best hounds lost; 5 no longer able to serve…

All because of him…

So, “WHY WAS I SPARED!”

I scream staring into the mirror, which shatters as my fist collides with it, knowing we need to get him back…

Sans’ POV:

…This is probably fine…

Papyrus is lying unconscious on Snowdin’s floor, Flowey is most likely watching still, and I have no clue what to do now that Pap remembers.

‘Maybe start with healing that crack in his skull’ Yelled the analytical part of my brain, but I was still frozen in shock.

After a few seconds I gather my self and begin to evaluate the situation. Papyrus looks okay, provided the exception of the small crack in his skull (it could be easily healed, Papyrus had always been stronger than him), a few marks from the thorns of Flowey’s vines, and a small fracture in his left arm… Papyrus will be fine. Papyrus is ALWAYS fine, he has to be… ‘Cause I’m not sure how to do this without him… He’s my little brother, so I’ll do what’s needed to protect him. That’s my duty, always has been.

I gather Papyrus the best I can into an almost hug and prepare to teleport… I’m going to feel horrible tomorrow with all this used magic, but Papyrus is worth it. He’s always worth it.

Undyne’s POV:

A bright blue flash appears and out comes the silhouette of the skeleton brothers. “Sans? Where were you…?” My question is lost to the wind as Papyrus drops from the arms of a dizzy-looking Sans. I run up to them and throw Papyrus over my shoulder (rather easily I might add) as I grab Sans’ shoulders to help him steady out. “ ran into a certain flower that really makes my anger ‘bloom’. heh… oh… and pap needs some help with…” He trails off as he gestures to the rather pained skeleton on my shoulder (who happens to be my best friend, and if I find who did this I WILL TAKE REVENGE), looking kinda sad. “Let’s get HIM healed and YOU some food, not to be rude, but you look awful.” I chuckle as I (not so) gently lay Pap on a floor mat, and apologize to said sleeping skeleton when he winces. “yeah… prob’ly for the best…” Sans yawns as he walks to the kitchen-ish area, though it isn’t much. One day, when the humans accept us, we can have the wonderful thing the surface offers, but for now, we need to work to get our prize. We WILL Win. We have to… I am DETERMINED to make it work.

“Papyrus?” I nudge my friend in an attempt to wake him up. It’s weird to think that not long ago I had no idea he was capable of doing that, but I feel more and more like Papyrus is part of something MUCH bigger than anyone thought… Maybe he is…

“…owie…” Papyrus’ broken voice responds. “Can you eat something so you can heal?” “Mmhm…” He sits himself up with a tired groan and a worried look on his face. “I-Is�� Sans A-Alright?…” As if he was called on, Sans appears right next to Papyrus. With another yawn; seriously, how tried can one monster be? He hands him some sort of canned fruit and a piece of monster candy, before settling down next to him, leaning against his brother’s shoulder for support. “Okay, NOW, tell me what happened!” “really it was nothin’ “ Sans gives me no helpful information while Papyrus shivers and grips his skull painfully. “Are you okay Papyrus!?/you okay paps!?” Sans and I ask him simultaneously. His eye sockets are wide as he repeats, “I R-Remember…” “WHAT EXACTLY DOES HE REMEMBER?!” I yell out but Sans is already falling asleep… What happened…

Sir’s POV:

The tracking device on the giant skeletal monster was going haywire earlier. Appearing from an undisclosed location to Mt. Ebbot in seconds… That should be physically impossible… Maybe monsters are more powerful than we thought. Even Papyrus rose high in military ranks swiftly. Actually, he did in three weeks what take humans 25 years… He became a general… If Papyrus and his race are similar, there’s no way we can win this… They’re to powerful to destroy. So not only is our government’s power and the country’s military strength in danger, but they could easily overpower or destroy us. Destroy everything… There would be nothing we could say or do. They’d win… Unless…

…we destroyed their order…

…we destroyed their king…

Papyrus’ POV:

Sans… The King… Undyne… The Royal Guard… The Web Of Lies… Muffet… The Machine… The Army… The Underground… Humans… SOULS… The Human Frisk… Death… Resets… Timelines… Flowey… Manipulation… Loneliness… Forgettable… Useless… Dust… …👎︎☼︎📬︎ ☝︎♋︎⬧︎⧫︎♏︎❒︎…

How do flowers talk. Why did he hide. Why did she lie? Why didn’t they live? Can I trust him? Did he mean to? Why did he disappear? Will the world go back? How can silence scream? Why does it hurt…

I wanted them back. I wanted to remember… But the memories bring more questions, bring more pain. I wanted this… WHY DOES IT HURT SO MUCH! … I just wanted to remember… It hurts… Why?…

I feel tears stream down my face as I begin to shake… Why does it have to hurt?… I don’t think I like this very much…

“U-Undyne…?” I catch the captain’s attention in a second. “Papyrus! Are you alright?!” “I T-Think?…” I try to sit up, but Undyne shakes her head in disapproval as she sits next to me. “So… uh… are you feeling any better?” “A l-little?…” She smiles and compliments my strength. “If you’re feeling up to it, could you tell me what you remember?” “E-Everything… M-My Childhood, The Royal Guard, The Base I W-Was Kept At… You and S-Sans and Everyone Else T-Too…” She looks shocked for a moment then she just smiles. … The Human… “Papyrus? Is something wrong?” “No… J-Just… I M-Miss My Friend…” She looks down sadly. “Yeah, a lot of monsters are missing or dus- on vacation” “I…” I sigh. What’s the point of talking about the human if it will make Undyne sad? My friends deserve the world, my brother does too, despite being lazy and slightly self deprecative… “Undyne” “Yeah?” “I T-Think Everything Is Going T-To Be Alright, We J-Just Need To Believe!” Right?…

CHAPTER 14 COMING SOON-ISH

[dimplessjoon]

Namjoon Food Poisoning

@kaisah09

Amazing story I have request can you namjoon having food poisoning really really bad namjoon threw up multiple times namjoon really really dizzy namjoon nearly fainted at the living room while maknae line sleeping and suga jhope and jin going to grocery store namjoon having no appetite bts members are really really worried about their leader so they take care of him they keep eyes on him and they being overprotective to their leader.

**Emeto Warning**

Thank u for the request. I hope you like it.

Namjoon's POV

I don't know what I did to deserve this, all I know is that right now I will take anything over this. I have spent the entire night in front of the toilet bowl and my whole body aches. My back hurts and all my muscles are sore due to sitting and sleeping on the floor, not to mention my throat is killing me due to throwing up the whole night. I was feeling bad since yesterday afternoon, I don't know what I ate that got me so sick, all I know is that this feels like hell. Luckily we have the week off, all the members are in the mood to relax, we were even thinking of hanging out together and going somewhere but now I don't think I'll be able to even go out of the bathroom today let alone go out with the members. The others know that I was not feeling well yesterday, but as far as they are concerned I just had some indigestion and I want to keep it that way. I am so glad that we don’t share rooms anymore and that we all have bathrooms attached to our rooms so that they won't know how sick I am. If they find out they will become very protective and spend their entire break taking care of me. There is no way I am letting them do that, they have been working so hard and they deserve this break, they shouldn't have to waste it because my stomach can't handle some bad food.

I rubbed my stomach to provide it with some comfort and get it to calm down after the latest fight I had with my body. I have lost count of how many times I have thrown up already, a lot of those time I just ended up dry heaving. I don’t think there is anything left in my stomach but my stomach is still not calming down. Suddenly I hear a knock on my door.

“Namjoon-ah, hyungs made breakfast hurry up and come out.” Hoseok says

“I’ll be out in a few minutes Hobi.” I reply.

I know that there is no way I can skip breakfast, without making the members suspicious, even though just the thought of food makes my stomach turn. I get up from my spot near the toilet and brush my teeth and wash my face, to make sure I look presentable. After making sure I don’t look as bad as I feel, I go to the dining room. All the members are already at the table and have started eating. They made pancakes, I usually love them but now the sweet smell of the pancakes leave my stomach wanting to expel all its contents. I wish everyone a good morning and go to take my seat. Everyone wishes me back, and Jin Hyung puts the food on my plate.

“Morning Joon-ah, does your stomach feel better today?” Hyung asks while giving me the plate.

“Yes, I feel fine hyung. Thanks for the food.” I lie not wanting them to know that I was sick.

“That’s good, go on and eat your breakfast, I know you like pancakes.” Yoongi hyung added.

I nod while giving him a small smile, even though I know the consequences of eating is going to be me in the bathroom in front of the toilet bowl again. Everyone else started having conversations of their own and I just zone them out and focus on the food in front of me. I know I have to eat at least some so that my brothers don’t worry about me. I start eating slowly, the food tasted great and the warm pancakes soothed my throat but they fell weirdly into my empty stomach and I know it is only an amount of time till I see them again. Slowly but surely I empty my plate. Everyone else is already done with their food and were just waiting for me to finish.

“I’m tired and I am going right back to sleep. Thank you for the food hyungs.” Taehyung said.

“Yes, the best way to spend a day off, sleeping, I am gonna go take a nap too.” Kook added.

“Same, wake me up when it’s tomorrow morning.” Jimin said and the maknaes left to their rooms, to sleep away the day.

“Ya don’t forget to eat lunch and dinner you three.” Jin hyung reminded them as they left.

“I swear to god these kids, well Joonie the three of us are thinking of getting some groceries for the dorm and then going out to eat later, why don’t you join us.” Hobi asked with him famous sunshine smile.

As much as I would love to spend the day with them, I know I can’t, I already feel my stomach doing flips.

“That’s fine Hob-ah, you guys go ahead. I am tired and want to get some rest.” I reply while smiling, hoping they won’t force me to come with them.

"Oh ok, Joon-ah take care of yourself." Jin hyung said.

I thank heavens that they didn't caught on to my lying. I say bye to them and go into my room. My stomach has been rumbling and I have started to feel nauseous again. I lie on my bed and hope that my stomach calms down. I don't have the strength to throw up again. I am able to control my stomach for 40 minutes but after I run straight to the bathroom and take my position from the night before. I start throwing up harshly, my stomach not even giving me a second to breathe. I don't know how long I spent hunched over the toilet, all I know is that after it ended I felt like shit. I could barely breathe and I'm feeling dizzy. I finally realize I won't be able to handle this on my own. I need my hyungs. I don't know how long it has been since they left but I need them with me. I slowly get up and try to stop the room from spinning. Then, I went to get my phone, I looked around the room and I couldn't see it anywhere I must have left it in the living room. I use the wall for support and make my way to the living room. I find my phone and dial Jin-hyung knowing he is most likely the one to pick up his phone. I have been getting even more dizzy and now I realize I should have told the others I was sick, maybe I won't be in this situation then. The phone rings for a while until I finally hear hyungs voice.

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Jin's POV

"Joon-ah, whats up?" I ask, wondering what the leader wants right now. I was sure he would be catching up on his sleep. God knows he needs it.

"Hyung, I feel dizzy." Namjoon's weak voice responded. That caught my attention.

"What, Joonie? Are you okay? What happened?Where are you? Where are the kids?" I ask worried about my dongsaeng, my worried tone is noticed by the other two and they ask me what's happening.

"Hyung, I feel sick, I threw up and now I feel dizzy. Please come back home." Joon says his voice making me panic more as he sound minutes away from passing out. I stand up and start rushing to the car while ushering the other two to follow me. They are confused and ask me what was happening, but they follow me regardless.

"Ok Namu, hyung is on his way back. Right now I need you to go to one of the maknaes. Go to Jimin, Tae, Kookie, anyone alright? They'll take care of you until we are back home all right." I say

"Hyung, I don't feel good." Namjoon replies with a slight whine in his voice. I am about to answer him when I hear a thud.

"Namjoon? Namjoon? Joon-ah answer me." I say panicking we are already in the car and Yoongi and Hoseok must have realized the something is wrong because Yoongi starts driving fast, after he asked me where to go. The panic in my voice making the other two even more anxious. I don't hear any reply from him. Shit, Shit, Shit.

"Hobi, call one of the maknaes quick." I say, while still trying to get Namjoon's attention.

"Hyung, is Namjoon ok? What happened?" Hobi asks while calling Jimin.

"He's apparently sick, and was feeling dizzy. But now he isn't responding. I think he fainted." I explained the situation to them when Jimin finally picked up. Hobi put the phone on speaker.

"Hyung, what's up?" Jimin asks, sleep still evident in his voice.

"Jimin, I need you to go find Namjoon, he called Jin hyung saying that he was sick and dizzy and suddenly the line went quiet. We need you to check on him." Hobi says, Yoongi still rushing back to the dorm we are still 20 minutes away.

"Shit, okay hyung I am going." Jimin says and we can hear the rustling of the bedsheets.

"Kookie, Tae get up now." we hear Jimin say when suddenly Jimin shouted "Hyung."

"Joonie hyung, wake up omg, Hobi hyung Namjoon fainted in the living room. God he's burning up." Jimin says.

"Ok, Jimin try to wake him up and take care of him, we are on the way back home." I say. I know the kids can handle Joon being sick normally but now that he isn't awake I'm afraid they are gonna panic. Hell even I am panicking.

"Joonie hyung." I hear Kook's shout in the background.

"What the hell happened?" Tae adds on.

"Ok, hyung I got it. Don't worry I'll take care of Joonie hyung. Come back home quick." Jimin says before hanging up. Right now I just want to go home and make sure that Namjoon is all right.

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Jimin's POV

I expected a relaxing day, with me sleeping the majority of the day and then maybe having a movie night with everyone. What I didn't expect was a frantic call from Hobi, telling me Joonie hyung fainted. I was terrified when I heard that and rushed to find Namjoon. I shouted to wake up Tae and JK, cause I know if Joonie hyung is sick I'm gonna need their help. When I finally see hyung, I rush over to him, he was on the floor and it was obvious he was sick. His face was so pale. I can't believe none of us noticed his condition this morning. I should have noticed. As soon as I touched him, I could feel the heat coming off of him and I knew I had to act. Namjoon was burning up. I hang up the call with Hobi, and by that time the other two members have woken up and taken the situation in.

"Guys, come on help me carry Namjoon hyung to his room." I say trying to handle the situation properly.

As they are helping me they ask what happened and I explained what happened over the last couple of minutes. It is obvious to say the three of us are worried. Whenever Namjoon is sick he tends to hide it, and if we find out he usually acts like everything is fine. By the time we realize the severity of his sickness he is on the verge of collapsing or has already collapsed like today. I don't know why he just doesn't tell us, we have told him so many times that he needs to tell us when he is sick, but does he listen, of course not. We get Namu Hyung back to his bed and tuck him in.

“Tae, go get some wet towels. We need to lower his temperature. And Kookie get some fever reducers for when he wakes up.” I say assigning them with things to do, because otherwise they will just stay their panicking.

They both left to get the things, I also go and get the thermometer to check his temperature. I check his temperature and by that time Jungkook comes in with the medicine and some water for Namjoon when wakes up.

"How high is the fever?" JK asks

"39°C(102.2°F), it's high but not that bad." I reply.

Taehyung also comes back in with the wet towels, and puts one on his forehead to try and lower the fever. We all sit on the bed and try to be as close to Namjoon as possible, while we waited for him to wake up.

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Namjoon's POV

There was something cold on my forehead it made me feel comfortable. The coolness felt nice against the rest of the body, which was feeling unbearably hot. There is also something running through my hair and it provides me with comfort. I can feel that there are some people around me and I can hear slight whispers, but I am too tired to try and decipher what they are saying. Soon enough, my curiosity got the best of me and I slowly opened my eyes. The whispering stopped and as I looked around I could see my dongsaengs next to me.

"Hey Hyung, how are you feeling?" Tae asks me, while Jungkook helps me sit up a little and gives me some water. Thankfully, I don't throw it up right that second.

"I've been better." I reply, I know lying won't get me anywhere.

"You scared the shit out of all of us." Jimin says trying to lighten the tense atmosphere.

"Sorry, what happened?" I ask, I have a vague memory of calling Jin hyung but I don't really remember anything else. Luckily, my stomach has calmed down a bit, so I don't need to throw up.

"You called Jin hyung telling him you didn't feel well and that you felt dizzy and then you fainted during the call, causing the hyungs to panic. They called me and explained the situation and when we went in the living room we found you passed out on the floor, and well here we are." Jimin says.

I can hear that he is trying to keep his voice calm. God, I ruined everything, didn't I, now they are going to have to spend their entire time taking care of me. I am so stupid.

"Stop it, I can hear you blaming yourself. You getting sick was not your fault. The only mistake you made is not telling us you were sick." Jungkook scolds me lightly.

"I'm sorry guys, I didn't want to worry you." I say looking down.

"Aish, hyung, we are always worried about you. You are our amazing and hardworking leader who needs to learn how to ask for help. Of course, we are going to worry about you." Jungkook replies, causing all of us to laugh a bit.

Tae removes the wet cloth from my forehead and puts his hand on it.

"You feel cooler than before, so thats good, what else is bothering you hyung is it just the fever?" Tae asks.

"My stomach's been bothering me, and a threw up, to be honest I didn't even realize I had a fever." I say.

"Hyung" they all say but are cut off voices coming from outside.

"Namjoon, Jimin, where are you guys?" we can hear Jin hyung from outside.

Before we have a chance to reply, Jin hyung comes rushing into the room followed by Hobi and Yoongi. They way they were breathing it was obvious they all just ran up to the dorm. Their frantic hyungs lead the maknaes to start laughing. I feel a bit guilty that they are so worried because of me but it is still kind of funny.

"Namjoon-ah, are you okay?" he said switching places with Jimin and Yoongi and Hobi also coming near me.

"I feel better hyung." I reply, the maknaes also calm down a bit.

"Aish, Namjoon-ah you almost gave me a heart attack. Don't ever do that again." Jin hyung said, and I give him a nod.

"Ok, hyung you can lecture him later. Joon-ah tell hyung what's bothering you." Yoongi asks taking control of the situation.

"I honestly, don't feel that bad anymore. I feel fine." I reply and it was the truth I think my stomach finally realized that there was nothing left in it to empty.

"Hmm, did you guys give him any medicine?" Yoongi asks the maknaes.

"No, not yet, he just woke up." Jungkook responds.

"We should give him some fever reducers." Jimin adds

"Wait Hyung, you were saying you threw up, how many times did you throw up, and did you throw up after breakfast." Tae asks

"Honestly, I lost track of how many times I threw up, and I did throw up after breakfast." I reply

"Wait, so you have been this sick since yesterday. Joon you said you had indigestion not that it was this bad. Not to mention you lied to me this morning." Jin hyung scolds.

"I know, I am sorry guys, I should have told you. " I reply

"Also, hyung you should have come to one of us when you felt bad instead of calling Jin hyung. Don't get me wrong I'm glad you asked for help, but we were at home and we could have helped you." Jimin says

"I am sorry Jimin-ah, I don't know what I was thinking at that time, but it would have probably been better if I came to one of you." I say. I now get that I made a lot of mistakes and this could have ended very badly, if I hadn't called Jin hyung who knows when everyone would have realized when I was sick. I might have even had to go to the hospital.

"It's fine hyung, just next time tell us when you start feeling sick. Now let's focus on getting you better." Jimin says while cuddling up to me.

This time I learned my lesson, and I will tell them when Im sick. Right now I just want to bask in my member's attention. I am so lucky for them.

Cross posted on Wattpad.

[luchicm04]

lost in the forest - part 27

Masterlist

Summary: Karen will always hate meeting with the Daimyo. Especially when she is being escorted by the worst gleeful and grumpy pair she's ever seen.

Pairing: Senju Tobirama/Original Female Character

Tag: #lost in the forest fic

posted on ao3

Word Count: +2k

Overall warnings: canon-typical violence, adult content, time skips, angst, kidnapping

Travelling is not her thing. She is so tired during these days that she did not think they would be so long. She did not have much to think about when the letter had been answered with the time and date of the meeting. It was sudden, and they had to hurry up. Karen feels that things are going so well that complaining is unnecessary when the method transportation is not her favorite.  

She looks at the huge clearing holding in her bitterness for feeling so bad. It was one thing to go see the area where Hashirama dragged her before, nor that meeting with the legalities of their pact... another was to go to the civilian capital that is just far away from the place where they usually roam.  

A long road.  

“You must eat.” The man looks worried, while Madara takes another look around. It’s remarkable how paranoid they are... though, they tried to attack them throughout the journey. People are watching their movements, and she is sure it will be a matter of time before someone else attacks them.  

An important part of why she hasn’t slept so well either.  

Karen needs to rest.  

“I’m not hungry,” she says with nothing in her stomach.  

“You won’t last the rest of the trip.” The Senju is serious, looking firmly as she leans painfully against a nearby tree. The clearing is extensive, and the crackling of the small tricked-out campfire is noticeable to their eyes. The two of them are so professional in their manias that she has not asked how they manage to leave no trace of their stays.  

And they are avoiding the villages.  

That’s sad.  

“It’s just... my stomach is not eager to eat something.”  

“It’s broth.”  

“I know.” The girl purses her lips with a sigh to adjust herself. “Fine,” she comments after a long silence between the two. She is a civilian and she is sure he is not saying these words for nothing.  

“You should take a bath before reaching the village.”  

“Are we going to a village?”  

“No.”  

“Uh...” She sighs because she knows what he is pointing at. She hasn’t spruced up for days and if she’s going to present herself as a noble, she must get ready before taking a step inside the precincts of the leader of the place for the meeting. “Then what?”  

“There is a river just before.”  

“I see.”  

“It doesn’t bother you, right?”  

“I have no choice. Besides, I must maintain my bearing, right?” she laughs amused at the matter. She likes rivers and she hopes to have a little relaxation... although being between two men, it is notable that her care is not much.  

“There is no one.” Madara suddenly appears, looking between them. “Am I interrupting something?” he mocks his friend. Typical jokes between the two.  

“No...” Hashirama frowns. “So, there is nothing.”  

“No,” the Uchiha comments. “But...” He points out to give signs to the Senju and talk to each other. She supposes that it wasn’t so true that there was no one. Karen snorts... she looks at the plate again with some reluctance to take a sip. She reminds herself that she has to regain energy. She feels that her stomach is holding on very barely.  

Each sip is notable away from the gaze of those who are accompanying her.  

The breeze lulls her to sleep after finishing, settling down slightly to look at the stars. She is so tired that she doesn’t even miss the comforts of a bed, falling asleep like that.  

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Hashirama wakes her up just when they stop at the edge of a river. She was getting drowsy, already somewhat accustomed to the speed and passage of the trees that had stopped making her dizzy after a while. However, the discomfort is persistent, and she feels like a burden.  

“You can take a bath,” the Senju leader assures, easily looking at her condition.  

“Oh...” She feels the floor so comfortable. Stretching is common when she has been in the same position for a few hours. “So we will arrive soon.”  

“Yes,” Hashirama laughs.  

“I’ll look around,” Madara, like the sullen person he is, turns to continue his path. He looks silent, and although he is a man of few words, he is not so notably enthusiastic in talking to her even though he accepts her as a companion and has proposed to marry into his clan.  

One thing no one mentions.  

“I... um, I’ll be around.”  

“Okay.” Karen doesn’t see the bad side. She trusts that they won't peek to see the man disappear. She sighs. Her bones understand why, with age, this doesn’t become easy. Her neck cracks just when she removes the first layer of her yukata. The inside is neat.  

She looks around and right at the river, there are two large rocks that will cover her location. It’s silly, considering that there are two shinobi accompanying her, but psychologically, she feels less shameless when she reaches the spot and places her bathroom things and clean yukata within grasp.  

She has to manage not to get anything wet... also balancing things so they don’t fall into the water.  

Almost like the days she spent on the ranch her grandfather had, where they didn’t have a bathroom and had to take baths in the river not far from the place, although they were kids at that age. The shame and danger, though not non-existent, were not noticeable to her childish mind.  

Karen sighs, allowing the cold air to move her hair a little and touch her skin. She sinks slightly to quickly make movements and clean every part that she feels is necessary. She hums slightly, tensing when she hears the brushes moving only to see a little rabbit.  

She chuckles, assuming that the attack on the village still has her shaken.  

Her hair is washed. She sighs relieved to cover herself with her dirty yukata after five minutes and then goes out and changes. She does not avoid feeling watched. She frowns after a few seconds, almost on the verge of taking off the dirty thing and putting on the clean one.  

She waits for a moment, frowning when someone grabs her out of nowhere. Hashirama simply covers her to make a jump that can only be distinguished by the emotion in her stomach, clinging to the man’s armor. She stays a few seconds behind some trees.  

“...” She looks into the eyes of the person carrying her. She hasn’t even taken her things, much less changed. She doesn’t see the shame in the issue, but Tobirama always reminds her that she is shameless about some things.  

She hears some words. Madara is discussing what he is doing, which makes her cling more to who is holding her. She is not bothered by the heat when her heart is tight, closing her eyes when the heat is firm on her skin. Seconds pass. The silence is tense, and the smell of burning feels her nose.  

“Hashirama?”  

“Don’t worry... everything is fine now,” he says with his serious face to sigh in relief. “Are you alright?”  

“Uh... I am, but I need to change,” the girl states easily, seeing the embarrassment of who is centimeters from her face. Now she notices this action that makes her laugh. “Don’t worry, it’s okay.”  

“But...”  

“Hashirama,” Madara calls, interrupting that strange atmosphere between them to jump from the tree and letting her down. Said Uchiha shamelessly looks at her from top to bottom. “If you wanted time alone...”  

“Madara,” the Senju huffs indignantly at what isn’t said. Karen laughs and then walks towards where she left her stuff.  

“Guys, could you leave me alone?” she asks to look at her things intact, even though they were moved. She ignores the flaming area in the corner and avoids looking at two charred lumps not so far away. She is disgusted... she wants to vomit, holding in out of foolishness.  

“Right... Madara.”  

“Spoilsport,” the Uchiha points out cheekily to look at her. “Don’t take too long,” he warns.  

“Sure.”  

──

The capital is huge. With her luxurious clothing, Karen stands among the many vendors and passers-by who shamelessly look at them. She supposes it is her features that make her stand out. They are relatively new, something that she had not remembered as she is used to how they treat her in the clan, only with the sight of that day they made the treaty.  

She had had no further contact.  

Karen still pretends that she doesn’t see the tumults looking at her openly. She is supposed to be a noble, so she is haughty.  

With two remarkable guards, they hear her mentioned as someone important, feeling a constant nervousness as she begins to enter.  

The main house is walled, with a large traditional wooden door with some backup samurai. “Name?” the bitter man questions, looking with some contempt at the two shinobi who raise their eyebrows in different tones.  

“Saucedo Karen,” she replies lightly. “The lord must be waiting for me.”  

The serious samurai frowns but does not comment on anything. “Of course,” he gives them way only with a little repression. “You?”  

“Senju Hashirama.”  

“Uchiha Madara.”  

“I see,” the guard chuckles at some local joke. “I didn’t think I’d see you escorting such an illustrious woman.”  

“It’s none of your business,” Madara points out bitterly. She assumes they have some story behind it that doesn’t matter to her.  

“I’m sorry, but we’re really in a hurry,” the woman chimes in easily, seeing the atmosphere of the guards. A woman us usually not so frank or direct in her actions. “So, would you mind letting them in? They come with me, and the lord awaits us.”  

The man bows in respect, remembering his position.  

“We apologize, my lady, for our audacity,” another comments formally.  

“Don’t worry, it’s alright. You were doing your job,” Karen responds calmly to continue on her way. Her sight wanders the big space so different from the outside, full of fresh trees and flowers that traditionally decorate, a beautiful lake in the middle with several ladies seen from a distance.  

As if they usually didn’t see men passing through those halls.  

“My lady,” a guard says clearly. “I have come to escort you.” He is young with luxurious clothes so different from her own, with a black hat that shows his rank, as she remembers from Mikami’s quick introductions.  

There is silence while the floor is heard beneath her feet. Her position is dignified among the gaze of the few servants who brazenly observe them. She does not know if it is common to see shinobi or if it is because of her, although she is sure it is the latter.  

“Wait here. The lord will receive you,” with a neutral and elegant tone, the man accepts to enter. They wait for a few seconds. The emotion in is noticeable in her stomach and she can’t calp but feel bad. She breathes... remembers that it’s like those meetings she had at work.  

So far away that they are no longer a reference. She raises her chin when permission is granted, taking a few steps forward just to see the person who is smiling at her. Mr. Shinji gives a superb gesture from his seat, getting up to raise his hands. She sees more curious men... many others surprised by his reaction.  

“Dear Saucedo-san, I thought it would take longer to see you,” the man cheekily exclaims to smile flirtatiously. She guesses that the idea of marriage has not yet been put aside, which makes her sigh. This meeting will be more complicated than she expected.  

Because one thing is that alliance where she skillfully avoided their interactions and another to speak directly with the Daimyo who took the opportunity to flatter her clothing, eloquence or arguments... Madara and Hashirama added to their debate with promises when it involved them.  

Shinji was shameless in just focusing on her... but she maintains her professional demeanor.  

Because it has a purpose... a place to install the alliance.

A/N: A small one to say present! Our OC has finally traveled away from the clan to a place that, despite tiresome transportation, she enjoyed in a certain way another air... the poor thing didn’t exactly find it exciting, but she endured... more so with the Daimyo’s flirting.

Now, another phase of the alliance of the alliance will follow: moving and the base of Konoha.

Thanks for the comments.

Author-chan out! 

[juusauce]

Angel Baby (ft. Kurolisa) Pt. 6

Disclaimer: This is a fictional story. Names, characters, locations, and incidents are all made up by the author and are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locations, or people, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

If you hate my ship, please stop reading; I don’t want to block readers, so please be respectful.

Ⓒjuusauce - do not copy, paste, or translate my works anywhere.

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Part 5

“What happened?” I confusedly asked her. “Alisa, tell me, what’s going on?” but she didn’t respond, still pushing me but later on she leaned on me. I loosened my hold on her, I asked her what was going on but she wouldn’t tell me. Instead, she immediately went to the woman’s comfort room. I followed her but I stayed outside.

I feel nervous every time I hear her vomiting inside the cubicle. I want to help her but I don’t know what to do.

“Alisa—Oh? Are you fine now?” She sharply looked at me while I was still confused about it. Is she mad at me? What the heck? I didn’t do anything but here she is getting mad at me.

“Do you want me to take you to the hospital?” I’m still following her, like a dog’s tail. I might look like an idiot but I don’t care anymore.

She keeps avoiding me as she did before but I won’t give up on her easily. So I looked for a place where I couldn’t bother both her space and the customers. I waited patiently for her while my eyes locked on her, not letting her get away from my sight.

I noticed that she seemed unable to stand and walk properly. Later on, she suddenly lost her balance but before she could land on the ground, I caught her in my arms. It almost took away my breath, too scared for her.

 I didn’t want to leave her alone in the hospital but I needed to attend the meeting. But before I left, I put two bodyguards to look for her for a while, while I’m away.

“Sir, the patient escaped.” I suddenly stood from my seat, both shocked and confused but angrier. What the fuck? They were two bodyguards but they let a frail woman escape? I couldn’t believe this.

“I’ll fire you two if you can’t find her.” My voice thundered. I’m mad at them but more afraid of what will happen to her.

I walked back and forth, uneasy because a lot of things were running through my mind. I know she was afraid of me, afraid to be judged but why did she already conclude that I can do that to her? I believed her even though she didn’t tell me everything, about what exactly happened before that scandal came out.

“Could you calm down and please stop walking back and forth, Tetsurou? It’s making me feel dizzy.” Tooru scolded me.

How can I fucking calm, when Alisa is still missing until now? I asked for the hospital’s CCTV record on that day, and I saw her leaving alone, wearing a nurse’s uniform. The hospital wasn’t aware of her disappearance because she went through the back. Why was I too relaxed? I thought the hospital’s security was tight and safe. What the fuck?

I gritted my teeth. I was restless because I was worried about her. Everything was fine, except that someone had run away! She was used to leaving me behind, not thinking about what I could feel every time she left me. Why is she so unfair? Leaving me behind like I’m not important to her. 

Am I not part of her life? Did she love me? Apprehension and hesitation creep into my mind. The thoughts running through my head make me dizzy and tired. Even though I’m weary, I didn’t let my eyes close. I want to be the first one who will see her face once she’s found.

“Excuse me, sir, here are the documents you’ve been asking for.” 

I just let my secretary put on my desk the document I was asking for from the hospital. It was Alisa’s medical records. I want to make sure she’s fine and not sick. The last time I saw her, she looked so frail and it makes me worry for her all the time.

I frowned, can’t comprehend everything that was written on the fucking sheet of paper. I almost tore the documents when Atsumu suddenly opened the door.

I sighed and rested my head on the headrest.

“What the fuck? Her hCG is above average, she might be pregnant.” Atsumu looked so horrified as he looked back and forth between me and the papers he was holding. But there’s one thing that caught my attention, my jaw dropped.

This can’t be?!! hCG is above average? Pregnant? Fuck! Should I feel happy right now? Yes, indeed! Honestly, I’m thrilled but the fact that she’s pregnant while running away from me makes me furious. How could she leave me again with our baby, huh? I’m sure, I am the father of her baby. I didn’t doubt her about that but I know that’s our baby. But how long would she hide it from me? Is that the reason why she left me again?

“This could not be happening, right?” Atsumu still couldn’t believe everything.

“It’s happening.” I remained composed and calm while he looked so confused and shocked.

“So you were serious about her?”

“I wouldn’t be if I didn’t get pregnant!”

“What the fuck! You’re ridiculous!” He shook his head in disbelief, still processing how he could accept that information.

My eyes were still closed. I gritted my teeth. I don’t think I can stand it anymore, without knowing where she is right now makes me madder at myself. I couldn’t bear it if something bad happened to her or our baby.

Before she left, she looked frail and I was worried the whole time. I can’t even fucking rest my eyes in a single second, always planning what I can do to find her quickly and Mr. Kazuhito. I’m always bugging Kenma, asking for his help to track them both. And now, I’m too weary but I might not be able to sleep not until I find her and capture the person who ruined her life.

Part 7

[icanonlybe-human]

So, yesterday I crashed. Physically. I had another fainting episodes which freaked one of the nurses out so much she wanted to call an ambulance.

Basically, I’ve been having blood pressure problems which the GP here thinks is because of the cocktail of meds I’m on. But since I started TMS, I’ve been getting random bouts of dizziness and going from feeling weightless to feeling like my bones are made of lead. It’s like everything takes 10x more effort just to move, it’s hard to talk or walk or stand and hard to stay awake. I can’t describe it as fainting as such, because with fainting, you can’t really fight it, and it feels different to this. This is like my body doesn’t have enough energy to hold my head up or move my mouth or keep my eyes open. I tried talking to my main doctor about it, but she’s always in such a rush to get to the next patient that she doesn’t seem to listen. I was trying to explain last night to her and she kept going back to the blood pressure, even though I told her that the nurses checked my blood pressure while the episode was happening and it was normal.

But anyway. Mum, Dad and Nan left yesterday after we went out for lunch with some friends. I had to dress up (aka not psych ward outfits) and hide my tagged cord and wristband labelling me as a hospital patient because they’re assholes about mental health and think that by telling me that “a lot of people have it worse than you do” that that’ll somehow instantly cure me. Funnily enough a thought process that my Dad tried on me recently.

Speaking of, I never got to have that conversation with Dad. He never gave me the chance. So now I guess that I’m going to have to have it over the phone.

Anyway, today was a quieter day. I am absolutely physically and mentally exhausted after the weekend and had to have a nap this morning because I was so tired. But my one actual friend here (not just acquaintance) left today. And the other one I’ve been talking to is leaving on Thursday. I don’t think the girls I play cards with will be that far behind. I’m trying not to get upset about it, I knew it was coming. But also, getting myself out there is a lot of energy and a big deal for me, and to have to go through that process again… it sucks ass.

But looking on the bright side, I have made an actual friend who wants to stay friends outside of here. In fact, she felt so close to me that she started calling me her little sister. That was really cute. I miss having her around already.

One of the nurses asked when I’m having a visit next. I genuinely don’t know. I can’t keep asking Bo and N out here since it’s such a drive for them. I doubt MC is going to visit again. And I doubt Dad will want to come down 2 weekends in a row because I haven’t been worth the petrol cost before, why would I now?

Frustration. I think that sums me up right now. And really fucking tired.

[ladyazulina]

Azu is Talking - Tireless Tiredness

What can I even say? Life is riding a tiredness after the next. At least to me, that’s what it’s been, and I’m pretty tired, all right?

Mondays aren’t being Creative anymore and I’m not sure how to fix it… yet.

My Monday classes finally started and being fifty-something students, my professor decided to just give one hour or one hour and a half top of classes instead of the assigned three hours because we are too many cramped in a small classroom. And, I swear, the Goddess blesses her.

I don’t exactly learn with her teaching method and while she was explaining it I was already mussing how to leave the classroom without calling much attention, but then I was into the assistant’s work group and maybe it won’t be that bad? I mean, the assistant has to be up to everything and my biggest fear is not being able to follow up, so maybe it could help? I don’t want to waste my efforts and the university hasn’t been helpful with my circumstances, at all, so when something is not working, or for whatever other reason, I just don’t fight it. I’m tired enough already. I have to choose my battles. But this one seemed to go positively? I ended it fired up for the next class and am glad it won’t go the whole hours, with the semester’s schedule in the pocket, it might not be that horrible. Even though I dislike her teaching ways. Maybe I will survive. We will see.

I had to go back to the photo place and when I explained to them why, they didn’t charge me for the new photo. Which took me by surprise. I was pretty grateful and speechless, they insisted that if the photos continued showing problems, to give them a call and they would help me figure it out, and I found that extremely sweet and professional. But for every nice person, there’s a handful of bad ones.

The subway’s staff recharging my card was mean and rude.

Two consecutively bus drivers refused to stop at the bus stop!

I was dead tired already, the world is too noisy for my hearing loss, and being cramped with fifty-something people made it too hot for my body. All the interactions of that day had me overwhelmed, and I was also with the pre-hormones. Too much is too much. So I took the first vehicle that would take me back home.

During the wait for it, though, I decided I could send the photo so I would have an answer for the moment I were reaching home. I checked in the way and they rejected it again! I was so over the limit that I dared to answer them—I swear, even with all the mood I had drowning me, I wasn’t awful. I most likely sounded like a very tired and stressed person. ‘Cause I was very tired and stressed with that matter already. I can’t still understand why they asked me to redo the photo again. It was so stupid.

I was on the brink of crying. I teared up a bit after getting off at my stop and while heading home, even though I just wanted to lay on the ground and just stay there. I was that tired. I reached home and I curled up, going non-verbal for hours. I didn’t recover that day. I tried, we –with my partner– tried, and the aftereffect was just too big. The migraine was paralyzing, everything was bothering me, and I just wanted to turn myself off.

I have been in that state more times than I would like and it’s always terrible. It still dragged on Review Tuesday. I was dizzy, trembling, and with what was left of the headache for the whole day. Because of that, everything went slow for me.

I deliberately took time to read ‘cause on Mondays I just can’t, and that helped me take off the rough start of the day. I dutifully did my tasks, even though it took me the whole day.

Read this week’s review, A World Without Princes.

I started scheduling posts from my Personal Campaign in Iron Valley and it touched some strings… I talk more about it in the backstage post on Patreon (it’s free!), so if you’re interested in it, don’t forget to head off there in like�� three weeks!

Iron Valley, Linney's Campaign, is being live every Tuesday.

I relaxed a bit with my partner during our coffee break, even though my hearing was off after the previous day’s shenanigans. But I was finally cooling down.

That’s definitely not how I want the days to go by. Taking days to recover from one activity. Being disabled and chronically ill don’t pair up nicely. And that’s not adding the hormones’ weight, mental issues, physical issues, and the like. I’m just… I was just… Tired, y’know?

Didn’t seem enough.

On Working Wednesday, I just was able to start uploading the workshops in English. I didn’t finish even one. We had previously agreed, on the weekend, that my sister and I would visit my lil sis at her job so she (or a workmate) would take our photos for the passport, but we had to go around her closing hours. I started working late because I was still regulating (and receiving the first brunt of the period, not so bad just yet), so I had to leave that hanging and rush (just a bit) my coffee break with my partner.

In the end, all that effort for the passport’s staff to reject our photos, again. I decided to brush it off for my mental health and take the photo place from Monday to their word. Calling them, though, was something I didn’t want to do (too overwhelmed and over the limit to call anywhere), so I will be visiting again on Monday. Hopefully they will be able to help. I’m just so really done with this, sadly I have to go through it until the end.

So I… took a deep breath. I can’t deal with what I can’t control, so let’s focus on what I can.

I sent my CV to a place looking for editors (at my temporarily destined place). I spent time with my partner to destress—at least until he had to go have dinner with his family. And we came back together after my dinner to go through our weekly ASL lesson. He’s picking it up, I’m proud. He’s not practicing it during our daily talks though, but we have to start somewhere.

Backstage Thursday was the bloody day and I was barely holding it. Decidedly The Unplanned Resting Day™. Not completely ‘cause I had my first English class (I can’t believe I have survived to reach level 5), which was the introduction and to show us how the stuff will be going, but that was mostly it. My partner is a professor now as well, so after he came back from his afternoon face-to-face class, we had our coffee and I was there to watch him take charge of his virtual class.

I have been in talks with my [REDACTED] adventure’s boss for the next (and possibly last?) revision. Two weeks to deliver, haven’t started yet, but I did start getting anxious about it. I saw his feedback and for a second there was about to accept his offer—I was honest upfront and told him about how messy was everything being to me and he asked me if I wanted him to apply his feedback and let me accept it, but that way I’m not going to grow under his care, would I? It was such a nice deal, but details. I want to do my own job until the very end. Unless I can’t, obviously, but maybe I can, so for as long as I see the slight possibility of me ending it, I will do my best. Not that my best had helped me much lately, but whatever.

Secret Friday was a bit more motivating. I took a small break and spent the day dealing with the insight of my most recent ARC to send to the author and worked on the review. I still have to post it on the most necessary and “urgent” platforms, but it took some pressure off my shoulders ‘cause I have to read two other books before September 20th if I want to be on time for the next ARC’s release. I don’t have to rush it and be on time, posting reviews around the release day is still as helpful, but… I genuinely have no idea how I managed to go through my reading schedule just fine last year and the year before that one, I had one ARC about to release after the next and I flowed through them smoothly. I hate when I can so explicitly see the changes. I’m more tired. I’m doing a lot more things. I can barely handle it. I’m tired.

I had more time with my partner ‘cause we’re going through… stuff. Nice stuff. Good stuff. Too early to share yet, but having someone capable of dispelling your fears is so… are there even words to describe it? But have you noticed already that I love spending time with my partner? Well, I do. And as those moments are probably the best part of my days, they definitely have to come here as well. Brace yourself. And if not, well, suck it up.

As Playful Saturday rolled in, I noticed I had gone through this week’s tasks slower than “usual”. Lots of things, lots of pain, lots of lots. Can’t the world stop for a second? I need to regain focus.

I started the first of the two books I have to read, like, the whole hour I used to read before. When reading was a daily thing I didn’t have to fight to keep. Last year. I mean, I finished the previous ARC—I sped it up—by reading more than I wanted, like whole sections, which consisted of five chapters each, roughly forty to fifty pages when my top was mostly thirty. I was grateful I was into the book, there’s no other way I could have made it. So now I’m back to my morning mandatory reading hour—don’t start stopping my reading unless the hourly mark is approaching. And was refreshing for once, not rushing my morning routine because my morning routine is reading. At least every day but Mondays for the rest of the year –or until I withdraw the subject if I decide to do that. This book has been out for a long while already, I didn’t feel interested until the second came around (is the one releasing in September), and I already got the biggest spoiler with the samples so I know where the first book is leading, and still it managed to be a fresh air. That should say a lot—maybe the only thing it says is that I needed to slow down for once, but I will take it nonetheless.

I didn’t play, but I finished all I wanted to have ready to send to the author and I sent it to the author. Something to take off my list finally. I don’t only have the next game I want to play ready (since weeks ago), I also have a new one in playtesting beta (I don’t believe I will finish it before the playtesting ends, but I want to play it anyway), so I have the Saturdays covered for a little while.

Today, though, I’m celebrating with my partner (he’s busy for a few hours, so he will have to wait for me to post this before anything else as a punishment) our eight months together. We’re starting this month with exciting news about our relationship and some new plans to tie and ground so they can happen without a notch, but we still have months to go to see them take place. One step at a time.

For now, I will take a little while to rest. The least I deserve after this week just before it all starts over again as if it were just a rinse and repeat. I can’t hate something more than a rinse and repeat. Let’s try to break that pattern, yeah? I will do my best.

[mareenavee]

91% for the battery asks!

Battery Asks for Nyenna from my TES Fic The World on Our Shoulders

Hi friend!!! I had two of these, and it's very important for Nyenna, so I am splitting the question. This is Part 2. Part one is right here.

91% Do they want children of their own? Do they already have children?

Nyenna's ideal peace had been for a long time to settle down and have a family of her own to be able to raise them to be exactly who they want to be. To be opposite the kind of upbringing she experienced. She very much did want kids. That had been the plan, eventually, before her destiny and fate and whatnot upended things for her.

CW below the cut for discussing things like pregnancy and fertility issues, same as the tags in the fic and/or individual applicable chapters.

Early on in her life Nyenna was kind of prone to making stupid decisions, in hindsight, sometimes out of spite. Sometimes by just getting into situations she should have thought more about and didn't. Early on she was told that having children and starting a family wasn't for her. Or was unlikely for her. It's hinted at in chapters 6 which is published and, currently, chapter 45 (though the number might change, as it's unpublished.) She had begun to convince herself that it would never happen for her, and ceased being a goal, though it continued to be another facet of sorrow she has been carrying. She more or less was of the opinion that it was another part of her life that was taken from her.

However, by the time of the flash-forward, things have changed. There's a little bit more hope in the narrative, even though maybe the hero lifestyle is a bit incongruous with starting a family. Sometimes people just need to write hope back into stories regarding this situation. I have a fragment from an upcoming chapter regarding this, from Chapter 18, in Teldryn's perspective.

“We’re stopping now. For the rest of the evening,” he declared. Nyenna groaned and rolled her eyes. As things stood, he should have insisted on stopping for lunch. She hated being fussed over, even more so now than ever before, even if she was due a little fussing. That, and lately getting her to do anything she didn’t deem absolutely necessary was about as easy as negotiating with Giants. At least it had only been only another short while of walking before she made the decision for herself. He was glad for it. He’d been tired before they even left Riften.

“I said I’m dizzy, not dying,” she said. “I just need a sip of water and I’ll be right as rain.”

“I heard you,” Teldryn said. He flashed his best smile. She melted with a sigh and waved her hand in agreement. He would take that as a win. After moving off the road a small way, he gently sat her down on a fallen log and gave her the water skin he had been carrying. With a quick kiss, he set about making camp. Stacking the stones for the firepit was oddly soothing. And there was plenty of dried grass and twigs around to start a fire. It would be a quick task, and they’d be comfortable for the night.

“We really shouldn’t have stopped. I feel fine now,” Nyenna said after the better part of an hour. “We’ll never make good time at this rate.”

“You let me worry about that, merdekhes,” Teldryn said with another bright smile. He was already roasting dinner over the fire. “You have enough on your mind for now.”

She sighed and laid out her bedroll, sitting with only a little struggle on the ground next to him. She rested her hands on her stomach and leaned back against the log she had just been sitting on. She chuckled to herself. Teldryn scooted next to her and placed a hand next to hers and laughed, too.

“What a little dancer!” he whispered in awe. She nodded and then lifted his hand to kiss the back of it. He returned his hand to its place and sat there with her, his family, basking in the warm, fuzzy feeling he never thought he’d ever be worthy of.

So long answer short -- Yes, she's always wanted kids. And at the moment, something worked out for her and she'll be a parent sooner than later.

[sleepyivoryrose]

Touched grass (lord knows I needed that) Like, literally. I went to a park and was face to face with the green plant myself. I have to admit though, the flowers they planted were beautiful, an explosion of vibrant colors. Mostly tulips. Seems to be the season for them. Well, on one part. The other part was more pastel like. Both very pretty. 

The cherry blossoms on the playground were already withering. It’s kinda sad to see, that, while the other flowers thrive, they are dying. 

But I guess it wouldn’t be such a magical experience to look at if they were always there. Just like the cherry blossoms in animal crossing (even if I have to say that they could have extended it to one month instead of two weeks) But I suppose they wanted to keep that magical feeling alive, which I can understand. 

Not that it stops time travelers from going back in time again and again to see them longer...

 Specially with those springcore and fairycore islands. 

I feel kinda dizzy though. Probably because I didn’t hydrate very well, and I’m not used to the heat. It doesn’t get better with time...

I should drink something. On the other hand, I think I did good. Going out, I mean. I can think of three reasons in my head why it does me good in the long run. 

My mom just wrote me she’s proud I went outside. It’s kinda embarrassing, but I am also happy at the same time. 

Yeah, that’s about it...I’m tired, but quite content with myself. I really don’t like people, because I am awfully at connecting with them, but...you can’t survive without them. Specially if you have a disability, you are dependent from help, which I hate. (Mental illnesses that go for more than half a year without a break a considered a disability over here, at least on paper)

Well...I’m off!

[im-no-jedi]

only three days? 😩

well, regardless of whether we’re already together or not, I figure Hunter and I both have very different ideas of what activities to do. he’s an active, outdoorsy guy, and I’m an indoor couch potato LOL

so then, we’d split up the days! (treating this as a modern AU btw 😜)

first day would be doing whatever Hunter wants. he’d argue about letting me go first, but no, I wanna get the hard stuff outta the way first 😝 I’m sure he’d wanna go on a nature walk or something like that, so I’d recommend my local arboretum. I genuinely love going there, so I could stomach a few hours walking around in a familiar forest of trees. I’d douse myself in bug spray, which would likely deter him from wanting to get near me for a while haha. but he wouldn’t be able to stay away for long. he wants to stick close in case I wander off. and you know… for other reasons 😉 we’d track down some of the deer and other little critters that live there, maybe even spot a hawk or eagle if we’re lucky. there would definitely be hand holding for most of the walk. I’d wish I could pick some of the small flowers growing around to take home, but I’m nervous about taking anything for fear of getting in trouble (even though there’s no one else around 😝). Hunter secretly starts gathering flowers for me to surprise me at the end of the walk with the tiniest little bouquet ever 🥺💙 I’m sore and tired by the end of it, but the walk was worth it to get to see Hunter in his element, enjoying the natural beauty of the world 🥰

day two would be whatever I want to do. which is just stay home ROFL. we’d stay on the couch and chat away about literally anything. I love hearing stories about his family, and him with mine. I’d show him my favorite movie (Tron Legacy of course 😋), and then we’d play some video games (Mario Kart, Smash Bros, maybe some Overwatch too). I would wanna order out food, but Hunter would offer to cook something as a special treat for me. he’s not the best cook, but he enjoys doing it (unlike me), so I let him do it. he knows what I like, and like with the forest, I’m just relishing in seeing him so happy 🥰 oh, did I forget to mention there would absolutely be much couch cuddling? because there would be much couch cuddling 😁

third and final day, we both decide on an activity together. it’ll be out of the house for Hunter’s sake, but I pick where we go. and I know the perfect place to satisfy us both: a day at Six Flags! Hunter momentarily balks at the idea of going to an amusement park, but I tell him he can pick what rides we go on first. which he then tells me, it’s fine, he doesn’t care, he’s just happy to spend time with me 🥹 so I take him on all my favorite rides, which are mostly coasters. Hunter… isn’t the biggest fan of coasters. but again, he’s doing this for my sake! he’ll power through it! even if he ends up screaming every time we go down a big drop! 😂 lucky for him, there’s some rides I like that aren’t coasters. and thankfully, he doesn’t get dizzy easily cause there’s a LOT of spinning rides. he ends up enjoying it solely because I’m so happy after each ride is over and I excitedly drag him onto the next one. there are several carnival games, and I reeeeeeally want the Pikachu and Charmander plushies they have, so you bet your butt Hunter’s gonna play those games until I have my precious Pokémon plushies. lucky for me, he’s so skilled and dexterous that it doesn’t take many tries 😁 we also get some funnel cake and Dippin Dots throughout the day cause you HAVE to get funnel cake and Dippin Dots when you go to Six Flags, you HAVE to. by the end of the day, Hunter is more exhausted than I am, so we finish our visit with a nice calm ride on the carousel. we find two horses side by side (I must have a black one, he doesn’t care what color his is). he helps me onto my horse before practically flying up onto his. right before the ride starts, Hunter reaches over and grabs my hand. we keep our hands locked throughout the ride. I’m focused on looking out at the park as we ride, while Hunter can’t keep his eyes off me. it’s a nice, long, calm ride to signify the end of our time together. our hands don’t separate even after getting off the ride.

once we get back to the car, Hunter suggests we find a quiet place to pull the car over to and watch the stars for a bit. there aren’t many stars where I live, but ironically, it just so happens to be a perfectly clear night. we can see my favorite constellation, Orion, up in the sky. I tell him how much I’d love to visit the stars. he says he would do anything in his power to get me there if he could. more than anything, we both just wish we had more time together. our hands stay interlocked and our heads gently rest on each other, which inevitably evolves into more intimate activities (I am NOT letting this man leave without some smooches 😤).

our time together may have been short, but it was worth it. at the end of it all, the activities didn’t matter. simply being together was enough. and we were grateful for every second of it 💙💙💙

If you had 3 days to spend with your favorite clone, what would you do? And would you be in an established relationship or just falling in love? I wanna hear all the cheesy daydreams. 😂