#I'm trying to get sick before my shift this Saturday

[dumpster-fire-deluxe]

What stage of burnout is it when you try to injure yourself or you don't prevent harm because it could get you some time off work?

I've already slipped my bike on ice hoping to break or sprain something and that didn't work. Saying that out loud does not sound sane and makes me wonder if I'm deeper into burnout than I can see.

I need to know how much time I still have until full burnout. I want to squeeze as many weeks of salary out of this job as I can before I'll reach the point of having to quit for my own well-being again. If there's still a few more stages to go, that's good news, as long as I can keep my sanity intact.

I've also been different socially, I'm curt and mean to everyone but also too apathetic to give it much thought. My mind literally feels like it's degrading. I just need to keep it together until May and try to slow down the burnout process as much as I can

[woso-dreamzzz]

Heart V

Mapi León x Ingrid Engen x Child!Reader

Summary: You're sick

Ingrid knew there would be health issues throughout your life. She knew that routine doctor's appointments would happen every year for you. She knew that the medication you took lowered your immune system.

She knew that at some point, you'd get sick.

She didn't realise it would be this quickly.

You woke with the sniffles which turned into a sore throat and then a headache and a bad tummy. It all spiralled from there.

It started on the weekend.

Saturday was spent going to a check up. Sunday was game day but on the drive home, you threw up all over yourself.

Monday was a day off and it was clear that you had no hope of getting better quickly. You were sniffly and tearful and it was an all-around bad time for everyone.

They take it in shifts with you. Ingrid stays with you for one half of the night. Mapi takes the rest of it.

There's twenty minute powernaps fitted in between it all when they can manage but most of their time is spent up with you as you struggle to find sleep.

"Mapi!" Ingrid calls," Come on, we've got to get to the car!"

She paces the length of the apartment with you in her arms. Your nose is all stuffy and you've woken up with the worst case of blocked ears of your life.

It's clear your ears are giving you the most grief. You whine and huff and desperately pull at them as if it will dislodge the build up in them.

Mapi's getting changed from her evening shift with you and Ingrid can do nothing but pace and pat your back in the hope of settling you back down.

It's been another bad night. You slept in short half an hour bursts in between crying, puking and crying some more.

Mapi skids into the room, still in her socks as she throws things into your bag, stocking up on medicine and water and your favourite toys. She hops around the room as she forces her shoes onto her feet before practically sprinting out of the door.

You make it to training just on time despite your awful wails the entire journey.

Patri and Pina both wince as Ingrid walks in with your sobbing form.

"What's wrong with her?"

"She's sick," Ingrid says plainly," Badly. The doctor said it's the flu."

As if to prove her point, you burst into a violent coughing fit and Mapi is instantly trying to soothe your throat with water as soon as it's over.

"Did you give her medicine?"

Ingrid angrily drops her bag into her cubby. "Oh, wow, Patri! What a revolutionary concept?! Giving medicine to my sick toddler! Why didn't we think of that?!" She snaps.

Ingrid sighs deeply as she looks at herself in the mirror.

"Sorry," She says after a long breadth of silence," I'm tired. I didn't mean to shout."

"No," Patri says quickly," You've clearly got a lot on your plate. I hope the little one feels better soon."

There's a respite briefly during training when you decide the hot Barcelona sun is perfect for napping in and you sleep under a tree nearby, wrapped up in a blanket despite the warm weather.

Mapi learnt very quickly not to fight you when you said you were cold despite the fever ravaging your body. All she can do is hope that the extra warmth breaks your fever so you can feel better when you wake up.

She's kind of happy with the outcome of your nap.

You've sweated out your fever which is good but you still feel bad. Your nose is still stuffy and you keep rubbing at your ears to unblock them.

The worst part of this now is that you've got clingier than ever before. You latch onto Mapi as soon as you see her and refuse to let go.

She's kind of glad all they're doing now is general fitness stuff because there's no way she could do anything technical with you still attached.

It's pushing it doing fitness stuff too but Mapi had come prepared.

It was an impulse purchase when you first fell sick and Ingrid had laughed until she cried when it arrived. Mapi was not dissuaded and she brought out her purchase, ignoring the snickering from Patri and Pina behind her.

With you still clingy and wanting nothing more than to crawl into Mami's skin, you let her manipulate your limbs into the toddler carrier.

She straps you in and then straps it to her chest.

She stands and has to find her balance quickly before triumphantly turning around to show everyone her solution.

They all laugh but Mapi doesn't care, not with the way you relax so easily against her and not when you fall into another fitful sleep.

[gremlin-girly]

Kinktober Day 3

Main Kink(s): Clit/cock warming, threesome

Pairing: 30s!Bucky Barnes x f!Reader x 30s!Steve Rogers

Tags/Warnings: SMUT, threesome, established throuple, cockwarming, clit warming, oral (f recieving),  praise, squirting, multiple orgasm, p in v, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it folks), creampie, pet names (doll, sweetheart)

Summary: Your boyfriends know how to make you feel adored after a busy day at work - just as you know how to take care of them.

A/N: I think this is the part where people realise I'm actually really bad at summaries ahaha

Word Count: 1.2k

As always I do not give permission for my work to be reposted, translated or copied. My warnings are non-exhaustive (even though I do try to capture everything) but please read at your own risk. I am not responsible for your content consumption.

I hope you enjoy; feedback, likes and reblogs are always welcome!

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“Thanks for makin’ dinner again, doll.” Bucky purrs, nuzzling your neck, his nose trailing your clavicle slowly, breathing you in. You gasp when you hear Steve hum in agreement around your clit and you lean back into Bucky with your eyes fluttering closed.

 You’d been friends with Steve and Bucky since you were kids. You loved them both and they loved you. Bucky had moved in with Steve after Sarah’s death, to make sure Steve was taking care of himself; eating well, taking his meds and not getting into fights. Not that Bucky could cook particularly well. Which is where you came in; bringing home cooked meals by their place every chance you could, eventually becoming packed lunches for the both of them too. Sometimes you'd even come by on your lunch breaks to keep Steve company - or stay up half the night chatting to Bucky when Steve was sick.

You were at their apartment almost everyday helping out and they returned the favour. At first it was any trouble around the house; Bucky would do the handiwork and Steve would try to help. Then Steve started helping you cook, preparing food with you at lunch or in the evenings. Whenever you had trouble, they were the first people you came to.

You don’t know where along the line the relationship of friendship and lovers became blurred. You don’t quite know how you were lucky enough to have both of them. But you did. Ever since coming home one evening to a meal prepared by Steve and Bucky holding a dozen red roses, where they'd both sheepishly asked you to move in, you felt like you were living in a dream. They loved having you around - and hell, you were there all the time - and you loved being around them too.

One of the regular occurrences of having them both was sitting on Bucky’s cock when he came home from work whilst Steve worked your clit with his mouth.

 Bucky always told you it helped him to unwind; sometimes he’d read his book to you and Steve (not that either of you paid much attention to that) but on a Saturday morning he’d drink his coffee and read the morning paper with you in his lap writhing as Steve made you cum.

You loved every minute of their attention and youd be lying if it didn’t help you unwind. After a busy, stressful shift at the diner you had begun to look forward to coming home to your boyfriends, knowing you’d be keening to their praise and their touch. Your favourite part being when the both of them could no longer take your "suffering" and gladly put you out of your misery with sweet caresses and kisses as they ruined you.

“F-fuck, Steve,” you knotted your fingers in Steve’s locks, grinding your hips down as he sucked at your swollen clit. You’d already cum twice and, had Bucky not been holding your hips tightly in place you’d be riding him till kingdom come.  Steve smiles against your pussy and looks up, blue eyes glimmering mischievously and you can see his spit and your cum glisten on his face. He never breaks eye contact with you as he takes a long swipe from the base of Bucky’s cock buried in your pussy all the way back to your clit. You throw your head back and moan, walls fluttering around Bucky’s length. Bucky, who’d also watched Steve’s demonstration and more importantly felt your reaction, groaned with a smile of his own on his lips.

“I think you’ve warmed my cock enough, doll.” Bucky murmurs, wrapping a strong arm around your waist. Your legs were already  hooked over his knees so that you were spread open for Steve, which made it all the easier for Bucky to fuck up into you. Even with Bucky’s arm around you, you still bounced wildly. The wet sounds emanating from between your legs as you moaned loudly turning the three of you on more and more. 

“You're so fucking good to us, doll,” Bucky grunted into your ear, closing his eyes as he could feel you tighten around him at his praise. You still had Steve’s head pressed to your clit and you could only make out a muffled sound of agreement as he rolled your clit on his tongue again.

“o-oh God I’m- I’m gonna-“ you don’t even finish your sentence before you cum over Steve's face and Bucky’s cock. Bucky groans loudly and his eyes roll back as your pussy continues to spasm around him and Steve sits back, a little shell-shocked at being covered in your cum. Your face flushes and you feel embarrassed, ready to apologise to Steve when he utters,

“Fuck doll, I need you to do that again.”

Before you can protest, Steve is sucking at your clit and lapping  at your cunt so loudly, you’re sure the neighbours can hear. Bucky’s free hand finds a tit to squeeze tight as he sets a new, relentless pace.

“Can feel you dripping down my legs, sweetheart,” he rasps proudly. "You’re doing so well.”

Bucky’s praises, his pace and Steve’s relentless attack on your pussy make your legs shake violently,  your fourth orgasm inching closer and closer by the second.

“That’s it doll, one more.” Bucky purrs into your ear, trailing kisses on all of the places that make you shiver. “I’ll come with you.”

You choke back a whimper and gush again. This time, Steve’s a little more prepared and moves back to rub your clit with his fingers to prolong the orgasm he and Bucky rip from you. You half scream out at the pleasure, and seeing nothing but white space for five seconds, gasping for air as Bucky pumps you full of cum.

The sound of gasping and heavy breaths follow with Bucky is slumped into the couch, hands lazily holding you still as his cock softens inside your dripping pussy. You are slumped against Bucky's chest, heaving breaths softly as your eyes flutter closed. Steve presses one last kiss to your clit, making you jerk, before moving across to place gentle kisses to your thighs. Steve gets up first, kissing you and then Bucky before going to grab the change of clothes for the three of you he’d set out earlier.

“You taste so sweet on Steve’s lips.” Bucky murmurs, his tongue darting out between his lips to savour the lingering taste of you.

You barely manage to chuckle. “Mmhmm. That right?”

A tender kiss is placed to your temple. “Thats right. I may have to be on my knees next time of your going to make a mess like that.”

You flush red but you don’t even open your eyes. Cumming so hard just four times after a shift has wiped you out. Steve returns quickly with a warm, damp cloth helping you get cleaned up and into a comfy nightgown. Steve steadies you when your legs wobble and kisses you gently, smiling at you tenderly as Bucky cleans himself up too; not bothering with anything else but a pair of cotton underwear.

“Love you,” you murmur, pecking Steve’s lips, then repeating the words and kiss to Bucky. Their cheeks go rosy and murmur back their “I love you too”’s and look at you with unyielding adoration.

“Come on doll,” Steve urges, tugging your hand towards the table. “Let’s eat. Then Buck can read to us in bed.”

Bucky pretends to huff as if he’s hard done by, but all three of you know he loves it. You grin, feeling your heart swell as you look over at them both.

You don’t know how you ended up here with them, but you wouldn’t have it any other way.

[raccoonsrummagerostrum]

Can I pleaseeee get a Yautja x Shapeshifter reader? I feel like a Yautja not being able to find their S/O, which then reveals themself to have just been a cat, sounds so funny.

Yautja x Shapeshifter Reader

Yautja x Shapeshifter GN! Reader

Word count: 371

Warnings: Nothing, just fluff

Summary: You didn’t realize your lover didn’t know about your power until they couldn't find you

A/N: Sorry for letting this sit for so long. I sort of lost my mojo after getting sick

Having been able to shapeshift all your life, you didn't think of it as anything extraordinary, it was just something that you could do. A skill like any other, and definitely not something to brag about or show off. You hadn't even realized that your lover didn't know about it until… the incident. It's not like you just went around telling him everything you could do. For instance, you could reach the outlet two feet away without getting out of your bed, but it doesn't mean that they need to know. 

You regularly used your shapeshifting to your advantage, usually to make yourself more comfy. So one sunny Saturday morning you decided that you would just turn into a cat and curl up in a sun beam. The hard floor always felt better as a cat, and the warm spot heated your entire body. Moments like this felt like heaven, and you easily fell asleep. 

You were woken up to the sunbeam a foot and a half to the left and your lover stomping around. You stretched and yawned before moving back into the sun and watching them. They kept moving back and forth, seemingly looking for something. You figured they had misplaced their helmet, or other piece of the armor and flopped down to continue enjoying your warm spot. Only to be picked up by your lover and interrogated. 

“WHO ARE YOU, AND WHAT HAVE YOU DONE WITH MY STAR!”

You couldn’t help but erupt in human laughter as you shifted back. You were being held by your armpits and giggling furiously as your lover tilted their head from one side to the other. 

“What?” they asked. Still confused and now a little hurt that you were laughing so hard.

“I'm sorry love,” you responded, “I guess you didn’t know that I could do that?” Effortlessly, they shifted you in their arms until you were cradled to their chest. You took this opportunity to demonstrate, turning yourself into a bunny and twitching your nose at them. At that they relaxed. 

“I… was looking for you, and. I could not find you anywhere.” Their voice was steeped in sadness. Shifting back, you reassured them.

“I’m sorry. I wasn’t trying to hide. I'm glad you found me.”

[fandomfucker]

Poly!judgment day one shot where reader gets sick with fever and they take care of her

Warnings: Strong language

Word count: 1,960

From the moment I woke up, I felt like shit. I was freezing like I'd never been frozen before. My throat was scratchy and my head was pounding. From the bridge of my nose up through my forehead, I could feel the continuously building pressure of my sinuses.

I was sick.

Rolling over onto my stomach I rubbed blearily at my eyes, finding mass amounts of crust. I grabbed my phone from the bedside table, blinking rapidly from the harsh light it emitted. It was around 11:30 a.m., on a Saturday, meaning two of my four partners were probably at the grocery store right now.

As I lay there for the next few minutes scrolling through Instagram my nose started to run really bad. Wiping the snot off my lip with my sleeve I then got up out of bed and walked over to the adjoining bathroom.

After blowing my nose with the very not soft tissues I made my way to the connecting closet I shared with my four partners. Grabbing a pair of Dominik's sweatpants, one of Rhea's hoodies, and a pair of thick socks Damien and Finn would argue over, I walked back into the bathroom to change.

After I changed into the warmer clothes I grabbed the tissue box from the bathroom and walked back to the bedroom. Grabbing my phone off the bed I then made my way to the living room, blowing my nose along the way.

"Fuck me!" I exclaimed in annoyance shuffling into the living room, my voice muffled from the snotty blockages in my nose. No matter how many times I blew my nose it was never enough.

"Hey, don't threaten me with a good time." Dom grinned cheekily, putting his hands up in mock surrender.

"You know, if I didn't feel like death right now I'd kick your ass, Mysterio." I mocked him right back.

"I'd like to see you try, Corazón."

"Alright, alright enough." Damian finally spoke up, ending Dom and I's momentary feud. "Why do you feel like death?"

"'Cause I don't feel good!" I whined, making grabby hands at the two of them, wanting to steal their heat through cuddles. Dom rushed over to sweep me up into a hug before Damian could, giggling at the nasty look Damian shot him as he did so.

"Why don't you feel good Mi Amor?" Damian asked me concerned, just trying to be helpful and get to the root of my problem.

"'Cause my nose is all stuffy and runny and I'm still freezing, even wearing two layers of sweatshirts, sweatpants, and fuzzy socks. And I have a headache And my throat hurts." I complained into Dom's chest.

Dom gently pulled me away from him to put the back of his hand on my forehead to check for a fever. He frowned after a second and turned around to address Damian, "Looks like our baby has a fever."

I was immediately pulled away from Dom and wrapped up in four blankets to "help break the fever" and pushed onto the couch by Damian as Dom went to go call Rhea and Finn and ask them what they should do for me. Rhea and Finn have always been the most responsible of us. The parents of the group if you will.

"I think you might have the flu then, Muñeca," Damien spoke softly, brushing my hair out of my face.

"Uggghhh," I groaned in annoyance, slumping forward to lay my forehead on his chest.

Damian gently pushed me forward to the back of the couch when his phone started ringing from the kitchen. He left to go grab it, pausing to give me a kiss on the forehead as he went.

I hummed and closed my eyes in contentment. I felt the couch shift underneath me, making me peel open an eye to see Dom now sitting next to me.

"Hey baby, you need anything?" He asked me, stroking my cheek with his thumb.

I took a second to think. "The TV remote and some soup?" I asked him hopefully.

"Anything for you," He smiled fondly, giving me a peck on the cheek as he got up. He passed me the remote before making his way into the kitchen.

As I flipped through the channels, trying to find something to watch, Damien walked back into the room with a box of soft lotion tissues.

"My lord and savior has arrived!" I shouted gleefully, throwing my hands up as I made grabby hands.

Damien just chuckled and set the box down in my lap before taking Dom's spot next to me.

I fell to the side so that I could curl up my legs, with my knees on Damian's thighs while my head rested on his shoulder.

"Rhea got you an appointment at the minute clinic in a couple hours okay?" Damian informed me.

I nodded my head sleepily as I continued on my quest for entertainment. "There's nothing to watch," I complained to Damian as I plucked a tissue from the box and began to blow my nose again.

"You poor thing," Damian cooed playfully, plucking the remote out of my hands. Before I could even protest, he'd changed it to one of my favorite shows.

I hummed in delight as I wiped my runny nose again, giving my undivided attention to the show.

We watched my show together for the next few minutes, the only thing breaking the silence was the occasional noise from the kitchen and the various noises from my nose.

Then Dom came back into the room with my soup. He placed it on the coffee table, giving me time to situate myself before taking the still-steaming bowl into my hands.

Taking the spoon out of the bowl I touched the tip of my tongue to it, seeing just how hot it was. Not hot enough for me to not eat it.

So, blowing on the soup in between intermissions of me blowing or wiping my nose, became my main focus for the next thirty minutes.

Until Rhea and Finn came home.

Finn is protective, just like my other two boys. Rhea, however, is so overprotective sometimes that it can get smothering. It's a good thing I love her.

"(Y/N)?" Rhea all but screamed throughout the house as soon as she opened the door.

"Living room!" I croaked out, my voice cracking so bad it was barely more than a whisper that sent both Dom and Damian into a fit of laughter.

They were laughing so hard they were bent over with tears in their eyes.

I slapped them both upside the head making them release their last final giggles before sitting back up just as Rhea walked in, Finn trailing right behind her with like 600 grocery bags.

She looked so worried about me that I genuinely started to feel bad for being sick. Placing my now empty bowl back onto the coffee table I held my arms out for her to come hug me.

Immediately, she lunged towards me jumping over the table and Damian to get to me. Half laying in my lap and half in Damian's, Rhea pulled me to her, letting me soak up all her warmth.

Having to maneuver around her, Dom and Damian both got up to go and help Finn bring in the groceries.

"Hey, Baby. How ya' feeling?" Rhea asked me softly, stroking my hairline with my thumb as she held my cheek in her palm.

"Blegh," I replied nasally. I slumped even further into her arms, putting all of my weight on her as she held me.

"I'm sorry baby," Rhea whispered into my hair as she kissed my forehead, her lips lingering to check my fever.

"'s not your fault," I spoke into her shoulder, starting to slur my words due to drowsiness.

She squeezed my shoulders as I climbed into her lap, curling in on myself as I laid against her chest, my head on her shoulder as I continued to watch TV.

I must've drifted off at some point as I was soon awoken by Finn shaking me.

"We've got your doctors appointment, love." He whispered gently to me.

"Fuck off," I groaned, turning my face into Rhea's neck so he couldn't see my face anymore. I felt Rhea chuckle from underneath me as she wrapped her arms around me and stood up.

Telling Finn to grab my shoes for her, she carried me bridal style out to the garage and gently placed me into the passenger seat of her truck.

Finn came around her to put my shoes on my feet as Rhea walked back inside, coming back with a box of tissues for me.

"Hope you feel better Darling," Finn told me, buckling me into the seat. Kissing my temple, he shut my door and walked around the truck to give Rhea a kiss as well before going back into the house.

Rhea got into the driver's seat and turned the car on as she put the box on the console next to us. She turned the music up, the familiar sound of Motionless in White playing in the background as I closed my eyes to get just a few more minutes of sleep in.

Once we had stopped and were parked I peeled my eyes open as Rhea gently shook me awake.

I unbuckled my seatbelt and shook my blanket off my shoulders and back onto the seat, having made the executive decision to leave it in the safety of my car.

Getting out, I met Rhea around the front, grabbing her outstretched hand and intertwining our fingers.

Rhea went and checked me in as I sat down in one of the uncomfortable plastic waiting chairs by the door. Rhea soon came and joined me, grabbing my hand.

She rubbed soothing circles in my hand with her thumb as I used my other hand to wipe my nose with a crumpled-up tissue.

"You still cold, baby?" Rhea asked me concerned.

I just nodded my head in response, my chin shaking a bit.

Rhea began to shrug out of her jacket which just made me feel bad. Before I could even start to protest, Rhea had already slipped the coat over my shoulders and told me to "shut the fuck up".

-Time Skip-

Apparently, the trip to the minute clinic had taken a lot out of me since as soon as I got in the car I was out cold again.

Being shaken awake yet again once we got home wasn't even that irritating anymore, I just held out my arms and Rhea carried me bridal style again into the house.

Walking in, the house was dark. I didn't hear anything either. I figured the boys must have gone out or fallen asleep somewhere until Finn slunk out of the shadows to greet us, startling me.

"Hey, love. We heard that you officially have the flu." Finn greeted me sympathetically. I nodded sleepily, stumbling towards him with my arms out for a hug. Catching me before I could fall, Finn continued into my ear, "We have a little surprise for you upstairs."

Confused, I pulled my head off his chest to look him in the eye, "What?"

"Come on," He told me softly, grabbing my hand to lead me upstairs. I turned around towards Rhea only to see her smiling knowingly as she followed us up the stairs.

Walking through our shared bedroom into the master bath, I saw both Dom and Damian waiting for me in the bathroom. There were candles around the tub and several on the counter lighting up the dark room. The bathtub was filled with bubbles and a sweet, fruity, aroma filled the room.

I started to tear up as my boys greeted me and began to help me get in.

The four of them helped bathe me, helping me to relax, while the hot water and essential oils worked to clear my sinuses.

After my bath, they helped me take my medicine before the five of us all climbed into bed together. I may feel like death, but luckily for me, they're my life.

[letters2won]

GOOD 4 U!

03; Bewitched

Your legs bounces up and down as the realization hits you.

You’re not a regretful person. You don’t regret accidentally taking a raccoon home instead of your beloved dog or how you showed a Jacob Elordi edit in front of your English class when you meant to present your presentation on “The Outsiders”.

But fake dating? not your smartest idea…

You have to be crazy for suggesting it. You have to be even crazier to agree to it. But what do you expect from a down bad admirer and a girl who wishes to move on?

The adored cat-like boy sitting across from you, felt his hands get sweaty. He knows you’re here to lay out some ground rules, but this was basically a date in his eyes!

You two sat in awkward silence, unsure on how to start the conversation. “Can’t believe your ex hates my guts… I'm just a silly little guy!” he joked out and you let a giggle slip out.

After that small joke he made, you guys were able to relax and have a smooth conversation. Jungwon even managed to started a debate on how cats were better than dogs.

“You’re literally betraying your own dog right now!” you said through fits of giggles. He was laughing alongside you as he ate the shared cake you guys got.

Soon after you two were full off of sweets and had calmed down, deciding it was best to start the rules as you see the sun setting.

“How should we go about this..?” he began, trying to hide his excitement.

You pondered for a minute before responding, “Rule number one! Don’t fall in love!”

Jungwon's smile falters a little before he proceeds to roll his eyes, “Seriously? Am I not your type?” he teased.

“Maybe if you were Choso..” you seriously considered and he glared at you.

“Of course you’re a Jujutsu Kaisen fan.. it all makes sense now.”

“HEY?!”

You huffed and then continued, “Oh another one! Rule number two, we hold hands and give each cheek kisses to make it believable!”

Jungwon's eyes widened. He only ever imagined giving you small pecks of kisses, he can’t believe his manifestations are coming true right now. You on the other hand can’t believe you really came up with that. Feeling embarrassed, you moved on rather quickly.

“Oh! I got one! Rule number three, only our close friends will know the truth.”

“Do we have to let them in on our plans..” he mumbled.

“Well yea! I suck at lying, I even got a whole medal at home for being the worst liar in school!” which you stated a little too proudly. He should’ve questioned that but he didn’t, instead he gave you a love sick smile and sighed dreamily, “You’re so talented…”

“Rule number four, We go on dates every friday or saturday!”

Jungwon added on, “We should also always go to each events..” and you weighed the pros and cons of that. For a second, you almost forgot that this was your student council president that was going along with everything that you were saying.

He plays such an important role for the school yet here you are dragging him into your little petty revenge plan on your ex without an incentive.

“Jungwon, what do you want to benefit from this? I feel kind of selfish for only thinking about my side of the plan..”

He let out a hum before giving you his famous dimpled smile which has you bewitched. “I want to spend more time with you in all of this.”

There it is again, that funny feeling. Something about Jungwon is making your heart do somersaults and cartwheels. You’re still confused about what's happening and tried to push it aside. You never felt like this with your ex so why now?

You cleared your throat after realizing you were staring at him with a dumbfounded look for a good moment, “O-oh okay! Easy peasy!”

He let out a breathy laugh as you tried acting nonchalant, shifting in your seat feeling your face get hot. “Moving on! For the last rule…hm.” You two started thinking hard, almost felt like your thinking caps were going to explode any second now.

You gasped and gave him a wide smile, “ Rule number five, every Thursday you watch the new Jujutsu Kaisen episode with me.” He gave you a deadpanned look.

“I’m not watching Jujutsu Kaisen with you.”

“Please! None of my friends wants to watch or hear my thoughts and since you’re my soon to be boyfriend you have to tune in to my rant sessions about them!” you rambled on, giving him those expecting wide eyes.

Jungwon was gone. He had officially lost it. Soon to be boyfriend? Yeah, he’s agreeing with everything you're saying from now on.

“I’ll do anything you ask me from now on queen!”

Oh boy… he is down bad.

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╰┈➤ this feels kind of rushed… i hope you guys enjoyed </3

SYNOPSIS in which you’re DEFINITELY not upset that your ex moved on really easily (spoiler alert: you are!). Yang Jungwon, the student council president is glad your ex moved on because it’s time for him to shoot his shot (just not in the way he wanted.. a win is a win in his book!)

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hi! would you write rooster giving his shy girl cuddles when she's on her period and feeling lonely? thank you <333

anon how did you know this is me rn? so, for you (but also me): you get your period for the first time since you've started seeing rooster and he is just like, the best ever | fluff, fem!reader, 1.4k

The dull ache in your abdomen wakes you earlier than you'd like for a Saturday. You blindly reach for your phone and check the time and then the date -- ugh. Yeah, it's about time for your period.

Mercifully you have not bled on your sheets so you sort yourself out and change from comfy pjs to comfy clothes and resign yourself to a lonely day on the couch. The first few days are always the hardest on you -- you feel sluggish and bloated and tend not to do anything if you can help it.

But lately, your life has taken on a kind of shine you're still getting used to. The biggest thing is the guy you've been seeing: Bradley. It's been just shy of a month and you see him every few days. You've met his aviator friends and he's stayed over at your place once, you at his a few times. He's funny and kind and so handsome and you hope that it changes from "seeing each other" to something more official soon.

That's what stops you from texting him. Maybe if he was officially your boyfriend you'd ask him to pick up some stuff and come over, but you feel shy about doing it for some reason. So you wrap yourself in the sweatshirt he left at your place and settle on the couch to watch something that'll probably make you cry.

Then your phone chirps.

rooster: are you busy today? do you want to walk the boardwalk? i'll buy ice cream : )

Something in your chest starts to ache. You'd mentioned wanting to take advantage of the weather and try the new ice cream shop that opened up by the water.

you: not feeling great today : ( rain check?

Your screen changes a second later, Bradley's contact photo taking over as he calls you. It's a selfie he took on your phone when you were in the bathroom. Oh, you think. Why is he calling you?

"Hi," you say. It sounds a little pathetic.

"Hey," he replies. You imagine him at his place, maybe fresh from his morning run, brows drawn based on the concern in his voice. "Are you okay?"

He's calling because you said you were sick? You don't really know what to do with that. "Yeah, just woke up feeling off. I'm sorry about not going to the boardwalk today."

He hums down the line. "Don't apologize, silly," he says. "Do you need anything? I can get anything you want from the store and bring it over. Do you have lemons? My mom swore by lemon tea when she wasn't feeling great --"

Bradley goes on about the things he could get you at the pharmacy and you feel like laughing and crying at the same time. He's known you for less than a month and he's calling to see if you're alright. God, you think. I could love him someday.

Maybe that's why you just blurt it out, embarrassment tingling in your cheeks. "Bradley," you say, and he stops talking. "I'm not like, sick sick. I just...have my period and feel blah."

Something rustles like he's shifting the phone from one ear to the other. "Oh, sweetheart," he says. He's never called you that before. Your name, yes, and shortened versions of it, yes, but a pet name? Not really. You love it. "I can still buy you stuff for that. You might have to send me pictures of the brands you use, though, because there are so damn many in the aisle."

You will not cry. That would be very cliche of you, and frankly, this is what every girl deserves. But damn if your heart doesn't feel like it's bursting.

"You don't need to buy me anything," you say, softly. You will your shyness away. "But uh, if you don't mind sitting on the couch with a kind of grumpy girl watching nature documentaries all day, you could come over?"

"I absolutely do not mind doing that," he says and you feel like you can hear his smile. "I'll be over in an hour?"

It feels big, somehow, him coming over because you're on your period and feel like shit. Thus far you've spent time together doing things -- going to the Hard Deck or out to eat and, a few times so far, learning each other in bed. You haven't really had a lazy day.

So when he knocks, you slide in your socks to the door maybe a little too fast for the ache you feel all over. You forget that you're in ratty shorts and his sweatshirt until you open the door and he looks you up and down.

"Hi," he says. "Cute." You tug on the sleeves and scrunch up your nose, moving aside to let him in. It's then that you notice he's carrying a bag from the pharmacy.

"Bradley, I said you didn't have to buy anything." He toes off his shoes and shoots you an incredulous look.

"Well, don't get too excited," he says. "I didn't know what flavor of stuff you like so I went kind of basic. I can go get more if you hate all of it."

He sets the bag on your counter and starts to unpack it. You watch him as he does -- damp hair like he showered before he came, workout shorts and a t-shirt that looks oh-so-soft. The scars on his face stand out with his recent tan and you find one you haven't noticed before on his neck. It's fun, the newness of what you have. You're still learning him.

The counter is now full of various ice creams and sweet snacks, as well as some pain medication and...a lemon. "What is your favorite flavor, anyway?" he says, packing the cartons into your freezer.

You tell him and he taps his temple like he's storing it. "I'll remember next time."

Next time.

"Bradley," you mutter. He hears you, turning his head and shutting the freezer. "Thank you for coming over and bringing this stuff."

His eyes go soft and smiles your favorite Bradley smile so far -- it's soft, tender, pleased. "Of course," he says, reaching for you. You take a step and meet him halfway. One big hand tangles with yours and the other cups your jaw, thumb moving slowly over the skin of your cheek. "Thanks for letting me," he adds. He knows that you get shy, that you're still getting to know the private parts of each other.

He kisses you softly and you sigh into his mouth until a wave of cramps hits and you wince. Bradley pulls away with concern on his face until he puts it together. "Sorry," you say. He hushes you.

"Let me make you some of that lemon tea and then we can sit on the couch? I seem to remember you mentioning nature documentaries?" He taps your chin with a knuckle when you nod.

"I like the sound of that," you say.

You try to stay upright as you wait, you really do. But the cramps are coming in waves and you're tired, so you end up horizontal on the couch by the time Bradley brings over the mug.

"Oh," he says, frowning. "Do you want some meds?"

You shake your head. You already took some before he arrived. He puts the mug on your table and cracks his knuckles. The movement gives you an idea.

"Bradley," you say. "I have an idea." He sits on the edge of the couch and puts his hand on your knee.

"Anything."

"Your hands..." you swallow. The shyness creeps up your throat but you persevere. "If you put them here --" you pat your abdomen -- "they'd be like a heating pad."

"Say no more," he says. "Scoot." Bradley actually does all the arranging, settling himself between you and the back of the couch. Your legs tangle and he hooks his chin over your shoulder. "Here?" he asks, putting his hand over the waistband of your shorts.

"Yeah, almost." You can already feel the heat radiating from him and you move his palm so it's on your bare skin under your top, a few fingers sneaking under the waistband of your shorts. It should be sexy, honestly, and while it is intimate, more than anything it's comfortable. "Perfect," you sigh. It really is. He really is.

Bradley relaxes behind you and presses a kiss to your shoulder. "Good," he says. "Now let's watch some badass shit about monkeys or something."

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[balloonboyismyson]

I am getting sick and my only saving grace has been to think about how my FNAF crushes would act finding out Y/N is sick 🙏

So headcanon time, how would the Glamrocks (and Sean mayhaps) act finding out Y/N came into work sick and is trying to act normal about it (and failing)

OOOOOHH OKAY HEADCANON TIME (I hope it is just a fluke and you do not end up actually getting sick)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Freddy would most certainly recognize your posture and demeanor first. Instantly, he races to you and makes you face him. With one scan, he can tell just what ailments you have. You attempt-in vain-to tell him you are fine, but he interrupts you with all the information he has received: "Runny nose, itchy and sore throat, fever, cold sweats, coughing and fatigue. You also appear to be having a mild allergic reaction to Dayquil." You try telling him it is all you had, but he brings you to a first-aid station in an attempt to scrounge up some benadryl and ice packs. Afterwards, he brings you back to his room and lays you on the couch.

Roxy notices your skin first. It is extremely dry, and your lips are extremely chapped. "What're you doing here?? You need to lay down now, you look like you're gonna pass out!" Since it is a Saturday, you try to tell her that you are hungover, but she rolls her eyes at you. "Someone who's hungover wouldn't be able to walk two steps in here without sunglasses as dark as Monty's." She orders you to go lie down on her couch and sleep. You try to remind her you are here for your job, but she has already moved on and is preoccupied brushing her hair. After a moment of not moving, she snaps her fingers and points to her couch. You walk over with your metaphorical tail between your legs and get comfortable.

Monty gets the wrong impression when you first step in his greenroom. He sprints over to you, his face painted with concern. "Hey did somethin' happen?? 'Re you okay??" When you meet his gaze, he softens. "Oh. Caught a bug?" You shake your head and tell him it is just allergies. Even through his sunglasses you can see him squint at you. "Tch'yeah. 'Kay. 'N' I'm a crocodile." You look away from him and attempt to steer the conversation to your nightly duties. "102.2" He states. You quirk a brow and question the number he gives you. "You're 102.2°F." You try to tell him you are not that bad, but before you can he picks you up, plops down on the couch and places you on top of him. You bring up your job, but he cuts you off. "Don't care."

Chica can hear just how awful you are in your voice when you greet her. "Woah!" She yells as she covers her beak and runs over to scan you. Once she is done she wastes no time grabbing your hand and back. "C'mere, c'mere now, easy does it." She leads you and sets you down on her surprisingly comfortable chair. Before you have time to de-escalate the situation, she is already out of the room. After a few minutes she returns with a few ice packs, water bottles and some benadryl. Again, you attempt to speak, but she shuts you down. "Here, take this!" Since she is the one who deals with sick and hurt kids the most, you give up on trying to stop her and take the meds.

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Sean goes to greet you when you walk in the room but is cut short by seeing how miserable you look. "Woah my god!" He quickly puts his things down and makes his way over to guide you to the nearest table. He reaches in his chest compartment and pulls out a small package of tissues for you. "What made you come in!?" You try to convince him you had just been standing in the cold for a bit and needed to warm up, but he looks at you with a low-lid stare. "Sorry shortstack, but the cold doesn't make you sound like that." You clam up and try to find a different excuse, but he cuts you off. "How 'bout this. You go find an employee break room somewhere and I'll finish your shift for you." Your eyes widen and you tell him that you are fine and are totally capable of doing it. "You deserve a break," He smiles, "and some much needed rest." Then, he gets up to see you to the break room.

[georgeweasleyslostearhq]

can i get an ajax request where they get into a fight (u can make it about whatever), and ajax gets mad at reader so they’ve gotta make it up to him somehow. loll like an angsty start with a fluff ending

MIGHT BE IT

Pairings: Ajax Petropolus x Fem!reader Summary: ^^^ Warnings: fight, angst.

white knuckles, clenched jaw, killer headache's.

your eyes are on fire and they're burning from the tears. you've been crying for what feels like years.

it was so stupid and purely out of his jealousy.

"is there something wrong with you that you can't see it?" Ajax yelled at you, his hands throwing up in the air as he paced around the room, his nose flared as he took sharp, quick breaths.

"there is absolutely nobody else! is there something wrong with you that you don't trust me?" you shouted at him, your hands in your lap as they shook in fear and anger

you had been focused on studying and working your shift at the café in town 'too much' and not paying attention to him, making him think there was someone else you were seeing that was in town.

so that's what brought him to your dorm, at 11 at night

"how am I supposed to trust you when I don't see you, you have made no time for me, I'm your last priority and I'm sick of it! I've had enough!"

"school is more important than us! Ajax you can't look me in the eyes and tell me we'll last forever because we don't know that as much as we might want it to, people change, feelings change, we don't know what will happen and I don't want to put you first in case we don't last" you stated, sobbing as you stood up to keep your shaky ground

"well clearly your feelings have changed already, and it's obvious that I'm not even on the list of priorities anymore, hell buying teddy bears are before me," he shrugged, pointing to the pile of stuffed teddy's in the corner of your room

"they haven't changed! I still care for you so much! you are on the list, I promise!" you argued, going in to hug him but he pushed you away

"you're full of shit! I haven't seen you in weeks! and you can't even say you love me anymore!" he sighed heavily, his hand in a tight fist as he looked at you

he wasn't a guy to get mad that easily, but if he didn't get enough attention from the one he so desperately loves, he grows irritated and makes up scenarios in his head to justify your actions until he can't no more

"I can, I say it all the time! look, you've had a shit day and you saying this because your tired, just go have some sleep and we will talk tomorrow, after all, it's Saturday" you nodded your head, trying to get him to understand

"I have had a shit month, do you not realize I haven't been able to sleep without you next to me? if I go back to my bed, all I'm gonna do is lay there in self pity, wandering what I did for you to leave me" he teared up as he paused

"trying to remember what it's like to hug you and actually talk to you"

it was silent for a moment, you stood there, hugging yourself as you cried violently with him there, standing there in front of you but his eyes anywhere but on you

"you have work tomorrow" he stated, knowing you won't talk to each other for a long time after this

"I think this might be it for us"

"you don't mean that" you sobbed, stepping towards him desperately, but he only walked around you, towards the door

"no, I do! I mean every bit of it! I'm sick of not knowing how you are o- or what's going on in your life! I'm tired of walking into the Weathervane and seeing Tyler all over you! I've had enough" he yelled, grabbing the door handle and walking out of your room, shutting the door loudly behind him.

you stood there, your head pounding as you stared at the door, waiting for it to open to reveal you beloved boyfriend again, but with a smile planted on his face and we went to hug you.'

but he was never there again. the door never opened.

you backed up into your bed and flopped on the mattress as you cried, staring at the ceiling that seemed more blank then usual.

you never wanted it to end like this. you never wanted it to end full stop. all you wanted was some time to yourself to fully commit to Ajax and time to study.

you cried all night, wondering if that was really it, if that was actually the end of you and Ajax.

you didn't sleep that night, wondering if Ajax wasn't either.

he wasn't. technically.

when Ajax got to his dorm, he went straight to the bathroom with tears in his eyes, he looked at himself in the mirror.

he was a mess, he reached up to his beanie and wished his power was permanent as he pulled it off, his body turning to stone just as a tear fell from his eye, the salty drop of water rolling down his stoned cheek, leaving a dark grey streak against the light grey stone of his face.

he knew he wouldn't get any sleep and he was exhausted, so at least he was unconscious.

--

you walked towards the door, knocking on it softly.

you awaited for the arrival of Ajax after knocking again

you had called Tyler before your shift and told him you felt too sick to come into work.

"Ajax?" you called out through the door, you didn't fully expect him to answer, but you did think he would at least tell you to go away

you felt the doorknob and twisted it slowly, the door opening as you quietly pushed it.

you peaked your head in, looking around the one bed dorm, seeing it empty.

you stepped in, holding your tote bag close to you

"Ajax?" you called out again, looking around further, seeing no one. you looked over at his bathroom, seeing it cracked open. you cautiously strolled over to the door and opened it after hearing no noise coming from it.

you walked in, seeing Ajax fixing his beanie, the mirror covered

"what are you doing here?" he asked, looking at the bag clutched to your side.

you reached in the bag and pulled out one of his zip up hoodies, handing it to him

he nodded his head, understanding what was going on

"already giving my stuff back, thanks" he said disappointedly

"doesn't smell like you anymore" you stated, shaking your head at his statement

"I'm really sorry I haven't made time for you, I love you, I really do. I-I'll try harder, I'll spend every second with you if even a part of you still wants me, I can't lose you, Ajax." you sobbed, walking closer to him

you pulled out something from your bag and gave it to him

"even if it was my fault I missed you. I couldn't help but buy these. I have...too much of them, every time I get paid, I go to the store and buy as many as I can with the money." you smiled softly as he held the stuffed snake

he looked at you and stepped closer, pulling you towards him. holding you in a month awaited embrace

"I love you, so much, I don't know what you want me to do to show you that, I'll quit at the weathervane if you want, but I do need to study" you whispered in his chest, humming at the warmth

"I don't see how we can't just study together, even if it's just for a minute a day I'll be happy, just as long as I see you" he shook his head

"ok, not a single minute, make it 10" he chuckled quietly

"you don't have to quit, but just stop spending all your money on these, just have one of these" he pulled of one of his rings that slithered around his fingers, dropping it in your hand

"I love you" he muttered

you looked at him and smiled, leaning up to kiss his cheek.

he grabbed your face and redirected you to meet his own lips

"I missed you"

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[lucigoo]

Weekly Roundup: 7th April - 14th April

So, this week has been a rough one, so im just addig my word count and othing else, will add my fics and recs at a alter day, but its 2:30 am in Monday (def not Sunday which I thought was Saturday ...) So I wrote 17,709 words with 4 fics uploaded. Okey Dokey, time t fix the weekly round up, recs first as always, but if I wait any longer, it will be Suday again lol. far across the distance - LinguisticJubilee - The Hobbit (Bilbo/Thorin, this one is lovely imo) Summary: Balin blinks, shifting backwards. “Laddie, it’s—it’s been a year. Bilbo has returned home, to the Shire.” He looks at Thorin, then says more gently, “I did not realize you counted the hobbit among your treasures.” Where I go, will you still follow? - ghostinthelibrary - Wiedźmin | The Witcher (Geralt/Jaskier, the plottwist is delicious angst) Summary: When Jaskier is revealed to be spying on Kaer Morhen for Redania—a treachery that nearly gets Eskel killed—he’s banished from the keep. But when it becomes clear that there was more to his lover’s betrayal than meets the eye, Geralt will have to race to find him before it’s too late. Fae!Jaskier and Geralt - TheBretonBookDragon - Wiedźmin | The Witcher (Geralt/Jaskier, I adore Fae Jaskier, and I legir re read the entire series today too) Summary:

The Mountain hangs over their heads, but Geralt is sure that if he just keeps trying that Jaskier will know how much he loves him. Jaskier has been quieter than usual, but that just means Geralt needs to try even harder. Too bad Geralt is just a smidge oblivious and emotionally constipated. Guardian of Kings - SunnyRose - The Hobbit by @sunnyrosewritesstuff (Bilbo/Thorin, one of my favs from Sunny, its clever and the world building, its just delicious) Summary: The Company has been having a good laugh as the story of their quest spreads through the mountain and more and more retellings makes Thorin out to be Bilbo’s damsel in distress. It stops becoming funny when Thorin’s honor is challenged, and it’s up to Bilbo to defend it. Thorin may be ready to smuggle his hobbit out of the mountain, but Bilbo will do it. For Thorin, he would do anything. Prize Enough for Me - StrivingArtist - The Hobbit (Bilbo/Thorin, BAMF Bilbo for the win, need I say more?) Summary: After falling in love months earlier with the Dwarven King, when Bilbo sees Thorin stabbed on Raven Hill, he decides to find vengeance. mercy and death on swift arrows fly - authoressjean - The Hobbit (Gen, hinted eventual Bagginshield, another BAMF Bilbo, but also, hes just lovely no matter what) Summary: Hunger Games AU with slow burn Bagginshield.

And now for mine. We have 4 fics I finished last week, and a revealed bonus one. Ive found Frodo ....and he found you? - Lucigoo89 - The Hobbit (Bilbo/Thorin, Animal Au. Badger Thorin/Skunk Bilbo written for my friend @shantismurf's bday <3) Summary: Canine distemper has stolen all of the Bagginses away apart from Bilbo and little Frodo. No he has to find his kit, who has wandered off, again, and keep them safe from "The Sick". If only he wasn't alone doing it. You're Floo Was My Emergency Contact (Sirius Black, Gen, written based off this wonderful video Satellitedide: Sirius after he's arrested... Summary: Sirius is in Moody and Kingsley's custody after Halloween 1981. Dumbeldore is his emergency contct but he isn't answering his floo.... I'm bitter: You were mine first (Jegulus, unhappy ending, mind the tags) Summary: James catches Regulus in an alley after a Death Eater attack. One thing leads to another and Regulus revels in the fact James isnt as good as he pretends to be, he never has been You were to late - Lucigoo89 - The Hobbit (Bilbo/Thorin, Canon comliant ish, mind the tags. Based int he @flashfictionfridayofficial prompt #248 - watching Birds) Summary: Bilbo is watching the eagles fly overhead in victory. With Thorin's cooling hand in his, Bilbo isnt sure what their is to feel victorious over. And final one. My first Mer au, for the @remuslupinfest High Tide Came and Brought You to Me (Mer Remus/Siren Sirius) Summary: Remus was cursed as a child and became a wermerman. 20 years later and he still hates himself and what he becomes once a month. Maybe some new additions to his cove will help him feel a bit more at peace with himself? Once again, I hope theres at least one thing for you to enjoy. Have a good rest of the week <3

[abrushwithdeath]

((Worked a couple hours longer last night than I have been, so I was exhausted u_u In good news, though, school was closed today so I didn't have to go in for my morning shift! I just have to go in for custodial this afternoon from 3 to 7 (unless people call out, in which case it might be 3 to 9 or later like it was last night ^^;).

I have work again tomorrow, both shifts, which means I'll be gone all day. But I'll try to hop on here tomorrow night if I'm not too worn out! And Saturday I'll be about a little bit before game night (hopefully) because I'm *mostly* caught up on chores (aside from the fact that we never finished unpacking despite it now being almost 3 months later ^^;). I'm also finally not sick anymore for the first time since November! Yay!

So, yeah, with that said- now that I'm kind of getting a handle on things work-wise, I'm gonna start trying to sprinkle in a little more time to be online here and there. It'll probably mostly be weekends (especially Sundays since Saturdays are game nights and that can start anywhere from, like, noon to 7pm depending on who's around and when ^^;). But I'll also try to be more actively around on nights when I don't work that second shift and am only working cafeteria!

Now that I'm finally working a job that has a more firm schedule (as opposed to retail that was all over the place) I'm hoping that I can work writing into it better than I have in the past <3 Thanks to everyone who's been patient with me while I've spent months getting my shit together! I love you all lots and here's to (hopefully) more writing in the rest of 2024! <3))

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I can read your smile - Choi Minho SHINee Fanfic - Chapter 4 - Sick and tired

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Chapter 4 - Sick and tired

word count: 2.4k words

~A few weeks later~

~Minho's POV~

"Taemin!" I greeted the boy who ran happily towards me.

"Minho! Long time no see!" He jumped on me as he usually did, and I hugged him back. Taemin was a very affectionate person.

"What are you doing?" I smiled, pointing to the stack of papers in his hands.

"Oh, not much. I accidentally dropped my notes, so I was trying to sort through them." He laughed. Typical Taemin. "What about you, where are you going?"

"Practice starts later today, so I was thinking of going home to relax for a bit."

"Oh, that's great. Say hi to Crystal from me! I hope she's feeling better..."

"Did anything happen?" I frowned.

"She went home after lunch and skipped the last class..."

"Really?" That was shocking. "Why?"

"Well, I'm not sure... she doesn't talk to us that much about ... herself." Taemin frowned. "She looked a bit bummed out, maybe she wasn't feeling so well?"

~

I headed home and entered my apartment, but Crystal was not in any of the common rooms.

She also didn't come out to say hello, which I found a bit odd, if she truly were home. She would always do so, if I came home after her, even on Saturday nights when I went and stayed out late. No matter the time, if she was home and awake, she would greet me.

I knocked on her door, but she didn't reply.

I probably shouldn't have done it, but I opened the door slowly and noticed her sitting at her desk, her head in her hands. She was crying and she seemed shocked to see me, as shocked as I was to see her like that.

"Hey." I spoke. My tone sounded worried. I should try to keep calm. "What's wrong?"

"Uhm." She shifted in her chair and wiped the tears away, then showed me her signature smile. "Nothing. Everything is fine."

I frowned.

"I didn't hear you come in." She said, and her voice faltered. It sounded weak.

"Crystal... what happened?" I tried again, getting closer to her.

Should I hug her?

Should I let her be?

"She looked a bit bummed out, maybe she wasn't feeling so well?" Taemin's words echoed through my head, and watching her fake smile was painful.

I petted her head in comfort, and she closed her eyes.

"Everything is fine." She breathed in. "Everything is fine." She repeated, and it was like listening to a broken record. I could see how hard she was trying to keep her composure, to not start crying again.

Still, tears rolled down her cheeks, but she wiped them off as quickly as they came.

"Crystal-"

"I'm fine." She shook my hand away and stood up.

There it was, a wall she was building. 

I was expecting her to at least tell me what was bothering her, but she kept her defences up high.

"Why are you back so early?" She asked with another of her fake smiles. I knew better than to believe it. Despite looking happier, her tone was cold, and her mind seemed elsewhere.

"Practice starts at 8 today, our coach had some things to sort out."

"I see." She nodded. "I'll try to sleep a bit before work."

"Okay. Have a good rest." I told her, then exited the room, and I felt really shitty for some reason.

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~2 weeks later~

"Hi! Can't sleep?" Crystal walked through the front door and greeted me.

04:20 AM, Tuesday.

She has classes in 4 hours and 40 minutes.

"No." I smiled, watching her take her shoes off and head towards the kitchen. Truth is, I was asleep, but I made a habit of waking up whenever she came home, to listen to her for a while before going back to rest.

She's late again, and instead of going to shower and sleep, she went in the kitchen. Different from her usual routine, I noted.

"What are you doing?"

"Just making some coffee. Would you like me to make you a tea so you can sleep?" She asked and reached over to the cupboards that were a bit too high for her. She was on her tiptoes, struggling to get the instant coffee and some mugs.

I went over to help her.

"Thanks." She smiled. She looked tired.

After that episode 2 weeks ago, I caught her crying 3 more times.

'Caught' is a big word, actually.. I heard her, was the better term. One time was just like the first, in-between Uni and practice when I went home to chill, the other two were late at night, when she just got home. She was coming later and later, and she seemed very worn out.

"You should go to sleep, not drink coffee." I told her disapprovingly.

"I can't." She shrugged. "I have a test tomorrow and didn't have time to study."

"You need sleep." I frowned.

"Yea." She laughed bitterly. "But I can't."

She made two strong coffees for herself and one camomile tea for me, then she said goodnight and headed to her room, closing the door behind her.

When I woke up in the morning, she was just preparing to leave, but she was stumbling, and she looked horrible. Prominent dark circles under her eyes, she was breathing heavily, and her constitution was weak.

She was running on lots of hours with no sleep, and it was obvious. She seemed exhausted.

"Morning." I said.

"Hey." She smiled. "Slept well?"

I nodded. "Did you?"

She shook her head.

"What is your schedule today?" I asked, and it felt like prying.

"Just the usual, Uni, then work."

"You need a break."

"Yea. It's okay, it's almost the weekend. I'll rest then."

No. I wanted to say. You need a break now. Come home after the exam and sleep for as long as you need.

But I didn't say it. Instead, I watched her sigh and waved her goodbye as she went out the door.

~

~Crystal's POV~

"Crystal, you don't look so well." Lydia frowned.

"And you're eating that damn apple again." Jude complained loudly.

"I'm fine, I'm fine. Stop worrying about me." I chuckled lazily. Truth was, I was feeling worse than ever. I haven't slept or eaten in a long time, and I felt weak; I was lightheaded, and shivers kept going through my body, but I tried to at least keep appearances for my friends.

It was so cold.

Maybe I should've listened to Minho and went to sleep last night.

Minho.

I turned my head and saw him with his friends at their usual table, and he met my gaze and waved with a smile.

I smiled back.

My head hurt.

"You sure you won't be eating anything else?" Jude frowned.

"Yes, Jude." I rolled my eyes playfully. "We have this conversation every other week."

"You never listen to us so we keep bringing it up." Lydia shrugged. "Anyways, we know you won't listen, so if you're done, let's go back to class." She stood up, and Jude followed suit.

When I stood up, however, the whole world became dark for a few seconds, and I wasn't able to see anything. I used the table for support and pushed through, and my vision came back.

Lydia and Jude were watching me worried.

"Hey... you are really pale..." Jude spoke.

"I'm okay. Just a bit tired, that's all." I chuckled, trying to diffuse the tense atmosphere. My nose was runny and my head felt like it was separated from my body.

I was not okay.

Was I getting sick?

Somehow, I managed to pull through the last class. It was 15:30, which meant I could go sleep for almost 2 hours before work.

I went outside and headed home, but the sun was shining a bit too brightly.

It's still April. Why is it so hot?

I haven't drank any water since lunch break.

Fuck.

It's difficult to walk.

It's difficult to breathe.

My feet are so heavy.

My whole body feels heavy.

Why am I so cold, when it's so fucking hot out?

"Hey." A voice spoke next to me, and I turned around. It was Minho.

I wasn't able to see him too well.

Fuck. It's so cold.

I tried to smile, but I couldn't seem to be able to do even that.

"Are you okay?" He asked. His tone seemed worried.

I couldn't see anything.

My head hurt so badly.

My knees gave in, and the world went black.

~

~Minho's POV~

Tuesday was one of the only days we didn't have practice, so after finishing my classes, I was free for the rest of the day.

Walking home, I noticed Crystal, so I ran to her to greet her. We could walk home together, maybe.

When I got to her, she looked so out of it, I got worried.

"Hey." I told her, and she barely turned around. It was like she couldn't see me clearly. "Are you okay?" I asked.

She didn't look well at all. She handed her right hand to me for support, and then she fainted.

I caught her before falling, thankfully, but I got scared. She was burning up badly.

Should I call an ambulance or take her home?

I decided to take her home and call our family doctor. After examining her, he concluded the obvious: her constitution is weak, and she caught a cold. She needs to rest for a few days, and she must take it easy until her body gets its strength back.

He also told me what medicine to buy and how to get her fever down, so I stayed by her side applying cold patches on her forehead every few hours.

She woke up at about 11PM with a jolt.

"What time is it?!" She looked around the room confused.

"Shh, you should lay back down." I told her when she wanted to stand up and pushed her back down.

"Minho, what time is it?" She asked again with urgency, but she allowed herself to lay back, and closed her eyes a bit.

"11 PM."

"Fuck." She sighed. "Fuck. But work-"

"They called and I told them you fell ill."

"Shit... how did I..."

"You overworked yourself and fainted. You fever has gone down a lot." I pressed my hand on her forehead.

"Okay... thank you for letting my boss know... I'll apologise tomorrow..."

"Absolutely not." I shook my head. "You won't be going anywhere tomorrow. Not to Uni, not to work. I got a doctor's note for you. You will just relax, sleep, eat and get better."

"But how can I-"

"You're sick, and you're gonna end up killing yourself if you keep this up." I told her sternly. Maybe it was harsh, but it was the truth. Unless she changed something, this would just happen again.

"I can't take breaks." She spoke softly. "I need to work and study..."

"When you're sick, you can take breaks. That's what you're supposed to do."

"It feels like you're scolding me." She chuckled.

"That's because I am. Look, when you're sick, you have to rely on other people to bring you things and take care of you and deal with real life, so you don't have to. Okay?"

"But I don't have anyone."

"You have me. I'll nurse you back to health!" I exclaimed in a proud tone.

"No one's ever taken care of me before..." She spoke and turned on her right side to face me better.

"You should just sleep for a bit more, okay?" I whispered softly, caressing her hair.

How deprived of love has this girl been? How can she have no one to take care of her if she falls ill?

"Can you... sing me something?" She asked slowly.

"I can try." I chuckled, trying to remember what the song she would play every night sounded like.

"Last time..." she started quietly. "When I cried... I was just really tired." Her voice was barely audible, and her eyes were closed.

I kept caressing her hair.

"The manager... scheduled me again from 6 to 2, even though he promised me he'll change it... and we only had busy nights..."

I hummed.

"I know... it's stupid to cry over this... I should be stronger..."

"No, it's normal to be upset if someone doesn't hold their end of the deal." I said, trying to show her some empathy.

"I am just feeling so overwhelmed..." Her voice was starting to trail off.

"It will be okay."

"Promise?" She asked quietly.

"Promise."

She fell back asleep quickly after our small talk, and I felt like we finally made some progress. She trusted me, at least for tonight, to tell me what was weighting down on her soul.

~

In the morning, I made sure to make some tea and some toast, as well as some porridge Crystal could eat once she woke up.

I checked on her a few more times last night, but she didn't wake up again, and her fever was gone.

However, when she came to the kitchen, she had a runny nose and still felt a bit lightheaded, symptoms of the common cold. She also changed to some adorable and fluffy pyjamas, and she looked cozy.

"Hey." She smiled, and it felt genuine.

"Feeling any better?" I went over to her, checking her forehead one more time just to make sure her fever was really gone.

"I'm sick." She chuckled. "And I want to take a shower."

"Before or after eating?"

"Maybe after, since you cooked something..." She looked at the mess in the kitchen and smiled to herself.

"Why don't I go run a bath for you? When you'll finish eating, you can take a long, warm bath and get rid of your flu symptoms."

"A bath?" She asked, her eyes glistening.

"Yea. My bathroom has a tub, you can use it anytime if you prefer it to showers."

"Really?" She smiled like a little kid. She was quite cute in her fluffy pyjamas, with her red nose, smiling like that. The redness returned to her cheeks as well, and she was not as pale as she's been yesterday.

"I'll set the table for you in a second, so make sure to eat really well, okay?"

"Thank you." She smiled. "Really."

---

~3rd person POV~

After eating what Minho prepared for her, Crystal was already starting to feel better.

Minho prepared her bath just as he said, so when she was done eating, she went to his bathroom and looked fondly at the bubbles floating around the water. It was a trivial thing, taking a bath, but it was her first, and she was very excited.

After soaking in the water for 30-something minutes, she reluctantly told herself that she should wash up and get out. Her nose was not as runny, so the warm steam from the bath water helped, just as Minho said it would.

When she got out, she noticed the sheets in her room were changed as well, so she dropped right on the bed, and felt asleep once again.

~

Crystal got better and returned to work the following Monday, and her manager was apologetic, which took her by surprise. He admitted that he worked her too hard, and agreed to change her schedule from 4 to 12, and not keep her overtime anymore.

He also joked that her boyfriend ripped his ear off, which made her wonder what exactly Minho told him last week on the phone to make him 1) assume he was her boyfriend and 2) apologise to her and change her schedule to match her preference.

Minho was also pleased by this outcome. Crystal never got home later than 12:15 anymore, and she seemed way livelier the following weeks, being able to get enough rest every night.

---

Chapter 3 | Chapter 5

[sunflower-kisses]

This weekend/ week is going to be a bit intense. David was asked to pick up a shift as an operator at work. I'm usually against him working on a Saturday in any way but especially as an operator. They work 12 hour shifts. But it would be an extra $900. For 1 day. How can I be against that? Especially when we have so much on the credit cards to pay down.

So he's working and won't be home until about 7 tonight. The pest control people are coming today. I need to clean as much as I can because we have company coming over tomorrow. My mom is planning to come visit Friday and possibly stay the night. But we'll see about that since she's been really weak and not don't much since her last chemo appointment. My dad was also talking about coming to visit sometime this week because it's spring break. But that means David will have to pick up the guest room he trashed when he was sick because that's where all the kids toys and such are. But we'll see if that happens because I pissed off my dad last night by telling him and my mom to take their conversion that should be private and not involve me out of our group chat. He got mad and left the chat instead.

I love my parents. I do. But they both have some boundary issues of some kind. They're also going through a rough patch between chemo and the kids. They don't agree on how things should be done. Aiden had covid 2 weeks ago so my mom went to stay with a friend to keep herself safe and healthy. But she has cameras in the house and my dad hates them. Because she has nothing better to do than check them and she's constantly on the kids. But he never watches what they're doing so someone has to. They started to bicker last night because my brother's room is absolute trash. My mom talked to him about it but dad didn't know and he's annoyed that Matthew is 25 and shouldn't have to be told to clean up his room. And maybe they should put a camera in there so she can watch him too.

It's just been not super easy over all lately. Mostly mentally handling everyone's everything. But whatever. I'm just going to try and enjoy the quiet and get as much done before the baby wakes up.

Sorry for the info dump. Life is really good overall. The baby is great and we're all doing our best here. Just hoping life gets a little more smooth for everyone in the near future.

[sourswildestdreams]

i need to work harder i didn't overeat today but i ate more than i wanted to not really a binge but it just feels like it was but it wasn't. i'm not going to say how many c/als i'm not mad about the c/als i ate bc it's still higher than what i see a lot of people on here eat but im still working my way down and im more mad at myself for what i ate rather than how much. i'm doing a 36 hour fast, so a lot of water will be consumed and hopefully i'll be able to push myself a little bit past those 36 hours. trying to give myself a reset in a way. i have two classes tomorrow so im going to be walking and i have a short shift tomorrow that im not too worried about not eating before/during/after. i haven't decided yet if i want to break before my saturday shift or try and get through the shift or break on my break i don't know. will probably have to see how i feel when the time comes. i'm upset with myself. i knew i shouldn't have bought what i ate but i was craving it but that just goes to show i really need to stop indulging in my cravings because it only makes me hate myself in the long run. lesson learned. gonna do this fast, practice my self control, and hopefully come saturday night ill feel better and more level headed. or just swamped with brain fog and nausea that im too sick to eat. we shall see

[older-and-far-away]

My fun thanksgiving week:

So, on Thursday, I started noticing pressure sensitive itching ALL over. Which is super cool because scratching makes it INSTANTLY TEN TIMES WORSE.

On Friday I called out of work because I felt not only itchy but also generally awful. Now I don't know if I got exposed to a little virus and that upset my immune system or if my immune system was so upset it just took me out, but either way I was suddenly sick and had to call out of work.

Half an hour later, my boss called to yell at me for calling out with no coverage available and said unless I could get coverage for the next day I had to be there.

So itching everywhere and feeling like death, unwashed and in my sweats and slippers, I drove to the city and made it two hours into my shift Saturday before I felt so awful I couldn't go on and broke down crying and my coworkers sent me home. I went home to try to sleep and the itching was so bad I couldn't even relax and I took myself over to the ER and they gave me some low dose Prednisone and stronger Benadryl.

I went home and spent the next three days mostly in bed itching (like my skin was on FIRE, mind you), and trying to sleep through the itching. I had no appetite and have royally screwed up my SSRIs which is a fun adventure for next week me to deal with.

Here are some fun pictures of my itchy blotchy skin:

A lot of those aren't from scratching, despite looking like it. List from the soft waistband of my pants or...um...air, I guess. 🙄

Anyway, went BACK to urgent care yesterday and got a DIFFERENT antihistamine and a stronger graduated course of prednisone that I started this morning. I managed to eat about 1/4 of a bowl of phô yesterday! AND a few bites of bread!

(I keep wondering why I'm so week and shaky and then remember I basically didn't eat for 4 or 5 days. I lost about 5 pounds between my ER visit on Saturday night and my urgent care appointment Wednesday morning)

This is me this morning before my new high prednisone dose, after a shower - hot water really brings out those histamines but it is NOVEMBER and I am not taking a cool shower.

This is so fun!

Anyway, usually on Thanksgiving, my friends and I do an adventure day but this year I will just be dropping by my mom's friendsgiving, briefly, IF I have the energy.

Anyway, still pretty itchy but I think the steroids ARE kicking in. 🤞🤞🤞🤞

This is so fun

[shefeelsunwell]

i think i must have c-ptsd or silent borderline. the former is more likely. the smallest hurt turn into these giant episodes of unconsolable crying and panic attacks because something has triggered me to become and feel worthless again.

i got new antidepressants and they were working so well and i was so happy. i had also taken my ADHD medication so i felt so much like how other people out there probably feel. i worked for my mother for ten hours on saturday and i felt really good in the morning and i tried so hard and did my best to love her and comfort her and we cleaned her kitchen so she could have better access to her food and we made a shopping lost and i cleaned her up intimately and then post shift i stayed so i could get her groceries because she had nothing to eat really and everything she'd had in her fridge was out of date which is probably why she's had problems with her stomach and i put probiotics in her online pharmacy cart so they could order it since she had to go on antibiotics for sepsis and meningitis last hospital visit and i did her laundry and cleaned her kitchen and bedroom i ran around sweaty like a headless chicken and no one noticed or cared or thanked me. i hate that i'm still stuck wanting my mother i cannot seem to move on.

my father was going to take me to his countryhouse but he cancelled and said he had a stomach but but i know he lied about that he didn't want me to go with him and my first instinct was of course to run over there with soup and juice and hydration products despite last year i was home sick with covid and he failed twice to help me even though i asked him but i didn't. he was fine and mowing the lawn the next morning so i know he lied. on saturday i wrote him a long note of thanks because he had the previous week gone with me to the pharmacy to get my new antidepressants and he had his wallet out in preparation to pay. after that we got a little tipsy together and we had dinner and he fell asleep in front of the tv in his armchair and i on the couch and it was one of the only moments i've ever had where i felt connected to him - i wrote that i didn't need the money (trying to assure him because he always otherwise denies me monetary help or anything similar, he always tells me he is too poor to get me a birthday gift even though he is rich and takes his other daugthers on vacations) and i only wanted the support and love and care of him and my new antidepressants were working nicely. i wrote that i loved him and i thanked him again and sent it. the message i got back was quick and an invitation to dinner on sunday with my sisters and without a "i love you" back. i didn't say anything about it and said yes to the dinner and asked him if he would be home by then and where i was supposed to go and he didn't reply. he keeps giving me mixed messages and before this they were almost always negative and i'm left questioning my value and worth.

i'm stuck trying to love my parents and trying to get them to love me back. it doesn't seem like i can give up. i can't move on because everything else that i've tried is meaningless to me everything small especially from my family triggers me into having episodes of wanting to die. i want to be loved i deserve to be loved by my mom and dad. i want a connection that i suspect they are incapable of giving me but i can't move on because nothing else matters to me. sex, romantic relationships, any accomplishment - everything else leaves me empty and void and carries no meaning to me.

i know i have to leave them both behind if i'm going to survive. but i don't know how. i give up so easily because i've never won any battles no matter how hard i've tried or how i do it and i am losing this war